That day was the twenty-first day they held the tree fort.
Who says I have no clothes? I will share my clothes with you.
When the tears of death fell into his hands, the sobbing sounds in the air made people's hearts tighten with the sobs.
Shuo Yu held up his hand so that the other person could put his whole face on it. At some point, he could be said to be quite considerate. However, when the warm liquid penetrated the cloth wrapped around his hand and entered the crack of his palm, his hand felt so painful that it seemed to be torn apart.
Now the distance between them was very close, only the distance of a palm, so that he looked down at the crying face in his palm, and his thumb could even touch Si La Si La's ears hidden in the hair, which were very hot.
He said nothing, only suppressed his tears for too long. His captain always liked to think of himself as the headless Xing Tian. In fact, he felt that sometimes Si La hated his brain that was always full of random thoughts more than Yu Xiaoqing and Fan La. Random thoughts were really tiring.
It’s like no matter what you are doing, there are dozens of people talking in your head. The chickens are talking about their own reasons, the ducks are talking about their own reasons, the cows are mooing and saying “old iron 666”, and the horses are shouting to their family members.
Shuo Yu didn't say anything, just staring at the head in front of him, of which he could only make out the rough outline. He never knew that Si La Si La was a person who cried a lot, so much so that his palms were now unable to catch the tears. The water that left his palms began to turn cold and fell onto his squatting knees.
It penetrated the not-so-thick cloth, stuck to his flesh, and entered his bones.
He really hoped that this guy would say something, but he said nothing. The only function of his voice at this moment was to whimper meaninglessly, like a puppy that couldn't open its eyes and had not yet been weaned, begging for its mother's embrace.
I don’t know how much time has passed, but the continuous low crying made this already narrow space even more oppressive. He held her hand for as long as she cried.
It's sore, painful, and even a little numb.
But he didn't let go, he just subconsciously felt that he shouldn't let go.
Finally, after not knowing how much time had passed, he heard other sounds besides crying.
"You know everything, you understand everything, but you won't say anything... Why, tell me? Please, tell me. I really can't hold on any longer, no one can... You all think I can see the dead, but I really can't... If I could really see them, I might have collapsed on the first day, but I didn't..."
"...What day is it today? Never mind, I don't remember."
The sound of "dead, dead" was intermittent, sometimes it seemed like he was just talking to himself, but he would also ask for Shuoyu's opinion from time to time.
Shuo Yu suddenly felt the weight on his hands leave, revealing his wet hands. He raised his head reflexively, wanting to look at the eyes soaked with tears in such darkness. He wanted to tell his captain not to cry, there was no need to be sad that you couldn't see the dead, the eyes of the living can only be used to see the living.
But he just dropped his hands to hang on both sides of his body, watching his captain almost mumbling to him for help, a meaningless request because even the person asking for help didn't know what he should ask for.
"Banxian'er, Shuoyu, I know you have many secrets. You look young, but sometimes you look older than the ninety-year-old men on the streets of Zenda... You look at everyone as if they were a child who could only babbled. I don't want to know anything else. I only want to know one thing, just one thing... We, we can survive, right?"
Si La Si La gestured with a finger in his hand, and tried hard to wrap it with his other hand.
"Fanla said he didn't know where you came from. You were picked up from the dead by a veterinarian. I believe you really fell from the sky. I don't know anything... I really don't know anything. You all put your lives in my hands (murmuring: Who should I put my life in?). This really scares me... What scares me most is that I don't know anything, really... I don't know... anything..."
"...Can we still return home alive? We just want an answer, but that answer shouldn't be death, right? Is there really an answer that requires someone to sacrifice their life? Will we really get the answer after sacrificing our life?"
Shuo Yu couldn't see the expression on his face, but he felt that when he heard these words, his face must have been expressionless. He only heard his own voice saying, the only thing he could be sure of at this moment,
"We will all be alive. Once we've paid off our debt, the rest of our lives will be our own. Whether we use them to go to the bathroom, eat, or just sit there, it's up to us. You ask me what I know, but I don't actually know much more than you do. God only lets us know what we should know. But I do know one thing, and that is that we will survive. We, including Fanla, you, Kangya, Bula, Yaoma, Li Wula, Milong... these guys will all survive, fight this battle alive, and then go home."
"...Go home... Go home?... Go home... That's all right, that's all right (whispering), Banxian'er, would you lie?"
Shuo Yu heard laughter, a very light laughter. It appeared without a trace and disappeared as if it had never appeared.
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