Therefore, I would always move my old arms and legs to go with him, because my team leader said, "Be on call within three meters!" I had no choice but to listen to him, even though sometimes I really wanted to ask him why me?
Why don’t you call Ayi to go? If that guy just waves his hand, I will follow him even if I fall on flat ground.
I told him a little helplessly that my daughter was coming back today and I had to go home early to cook.
If you are interrupted by Si La Si La waving his hand, then just shut up.
Looking at his heroic and high-spirited appearance, he seems as if he is going to attend the founding ceremony of the People's Republic of China. He looks ten years younger, but unfortunately he is still an old man. He is a 95-year-old man, and I am an 85-year-old man.
The two old men went to Nantianmen together.
I said, since he likes these iron pieces so much, why don’t you just give them all to him?
When Si La Si La replied, he was vulgar and proud.
"I won't. If he likes it, he can come and get it himself. Otherwise, I'll just leave it hanging like this and make him mad."
I don't know what to say. Seeing him like this, he is even more childish than my grandson. I am no longer the 25-year-old or 26-year-old Meng Fanle. The 85-year-old Meng Fanle no longer frets for an answer, because he doesn't know if he can live to be 85.
After going out and around the winding alley, I saw a few familiar old men sitting under a big tree, enjoying the coolness in the shade, playing cards and chess, etc.
Milong and Ayi were playing chess. Milong didn't know when he found this place again. When Ayi looked up to say hello, he secretly changed the position of the chess piece. Ayi had obviously been waiting here for a long time. Even his hair looked like it had been waxed and looked shiny in the sun.
Seeing the dead guy's face shining,
On the other side, Kang Ya, Zhang Guisheng, and the others were playing cards, extending their hands to ask if they wanted to join in. I shook my head and followed my leader.
Only Ayi, who was looking around under the tree, and Milong, who was limping and trying to settle the score with my grandson (grandfather), were left.
The temporary bridge built by Yu Xiaoqing was renovated a few years ago. Si La Si La and I walked on this bridge. However, when we passed by the vegetable market, we met Zhang Lixian and Xiao Zui who were selling vegetables hand in hand. They had returned a few months ago.
After I deserted again that year, Zhang Lixian really fulfilled what he said and took Xiaozui back to Sichuan. However, like my regiment commander, she was not very smart and always said she wanted to go home to find her brother. So Zhang Lixian brought her back and we still lived in the same house.
Today is a good day. The sun seems to be guiding us and follows us all the way.
Along the way, Si La Si La kept muttering something. I always believed that he could see dead people, even though he said he couldn't.
The road ahead was even more difficult to walk on, so we could only support each other. Fortunately, we had walked this many times before, and there was already a solid path under our feet.
That tree, that monster tree with a turtle shell in its mouth, somehow came back to life and grew taller, bigger and stronger than before.
The smoke of gunpowder in my memory, everything disappeared. I leaned against the tree to rest for a while, looking at the green above my head that blocked out the sun, and I firmly believed that everything in this world is spiritual, such as the big tree in front of me.
There are green grass and colorful flowers here, everything is so beautiful.
My leader was worshipping a stone statue whose shape was unclear. He was always so strange. I stumbled over and stood behind him, muttering with him.
It was a semi-finished product carved by an unknown careless craftsman. It should be some kind of statue of a god, but after being rained on and weathered, many things could not be seen clearly, especially his face.
I don't know which mountain people put this thing here to worship the wild god, but it was already here when I came here for the first time with my team leader. Judging from the flowers and fruits placed around the stone statue at that time, it was obvious that there was no shortage of offerings.
A fat, round, gray cat appeared out of nowhere and rubbed against my feet. It didn't look like a wild cat (wild cats aren't this fat). Every time Si La Si La and I came here, this cat would appear. It would eat whatever food we gave it, but it would never follow you.
I skillfully took out the dried fish from my pocket and handed it to him. The cat nodded, "You're quite good!" I felt a little amused and touched his fur with my hands, which had more wrinkles than the tree in front of me. I have never raised a cat, but somehow I knew where to touch to make the gray cat in front of me happy.
I am not a person who likes animals very much, but when I look at the gray cat at my feet, I have an inexplicable urge to raise it.
When the sun was about to rise, I said goodbye to this unknown "house cat" and went back with my team leader. On the way back, this guy looked listless, probably because he didn't see what he wanted to see.
I didn't take it seriously. My daughter called yesterday and said she would be arriving at noon. I had to go to the restaurant run by Clauber and Snake Butt to get some dishes to heat up at home. It was already getting late.
On the way back, I saw another familiar face. A car with half of its compartment filled with wreaths and the other half was occupied by Yu Xiaoqing, who still looked so extraordinary.
Yes, I knew it was him the first time I saw him in the crowd out of curiosity.
Because the largest wreath beside him was inscribed with "My lifelong friend whom I feel guilty towards, my brother whom I must face." and the name of "Long Wenjian". When I saw that thing, I knew it was Mr. Yu. He was accompanied by two people who looked very prestigious.
Young Master Yu always thought that Long Wenjian was dead, but it was true that Long Wenjian had died on the morning of the execution, and those who survived were dead.
This is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding that I wanted to keep secret forever, but I didn't expect to encounter it now.
My leader had already walked a long way before he realized that I hadn't followed him. He subconsciously opened his mouth to speak. I should have stopped him, but the old man was always slow to react.
"Stop it! Catch up within three meters! Why do you always fall behind?"
It was too late. When I met Yu Xiaoqing's incredulous eyes in the crowd, I knew it was too late.
A wry smile appeared on his face, trying to pretend that he saw nothing.
I still have to go home and cook.
I don't know why a butterfly flew in from somewhere, its wings fluttering before my eyes. The sunlight gently caressed the fragile little creature, causing it to land softly on my shoulder...
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