But he really didn't know where the girl named Xiaozui lived. He looked for a long time, trying to peek through the crack in the door, and almost got himself dizzy. Just as he was about to leave, he ran into a round-faced, not-so-old girl who opened her door, looked up and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for Xiaozui, the drunk one. I'm from the Sichuan Army Corps and I'm here to give her something."
"Oh! Are you from the Sichuan Army? Come in, come in!" Xiaozui originally thought Shuoyu was a guest and wanted to ask him who he was looking for, but he didn't expect that he was looking for him.
Shuo Yu finally remembered the character of Xiao Zui in his chaotic mind, a Sichuan girl whose brother had died, so he wanted to come and see her because he happened to be passing by this time.
He still remembered that he would cry every time he saw the story about this girl. Now that he knew her, it was impossible for him not to help her. Even if he couldn't bring her brother back, it would be good to make her life a little better.
Xiaozui was in a panic, trying to get Shuoyu to sit down. He searched everywhere, perhaps looking for a water cup to entertain guests. Shuoyu just stood there, looking at the big rock in the yard, put down his bags on the ground, and looked at this simple residence.
In an extremely dilapidated yard, the only place with life may be the bougainvillea that can be seen everywhere in Zenda City, which is planted in the corner or picked casually.
Shuo Yu couldn't imagine how a girl like this could survive here. If it were him in his previous life, she would definitely not have survived.
Xiaozui was wearing a cheongsam that didn't fit her at all, with clips on the back. She looked a bit like those livestreamers who lied to customers about clothes that fit them. Not only did the clothes not fit, her shoes didn't fit either. She was probably nervous, so she seemed even more flustered, with a slight sweat on her face.
Shuo Yu did not disturb her panic, but helped to move the big stone in her yard to the side with his bare hands. It was a bit of a hindrance to put it in the middle of the yard. Shuo Yu turned around and saw the little girl standing there stupidly looking at him, and asked,
"Are you done?"
"I'm done, I'm done. Not many people usually come here. You're amazing. You can even move such a big rock."
“This one isn’t that heavy.”
"Where are you from? Why can you speak our Sichuan dialect?" Xiaozui was very curious. She was curious about why this man in front of her, who didn't look like the soldiers she usually saw, could speak our Sichuan dialect. Is he also from Sichuan?
"No, I just hung out with those guys for a long time after the Sichuan Army was reorganized. Nice to meet you. My name is Zhang Shuoyu, and I'm from the Northeast."
Shuoyu extended his hand towards Xiaozui, showing his friendliness and appearing a bit serious.
Xiaozui smiled and shook the hand, thinking that this guy was a little stupid, but a nice person.
Xiaozui's young face was filled with a flattering expression that she herself did not even notice. Shuoyu picked out a small part of his pile of things and placed them on the only table in her hall. There were a few American canned goods, a few packs of British biscuits and some coarse salt, as well as a few pheasant eggs that Shuoyu had found in the mountains. Finally, he thought about it and put in a piece of jasmine-scented soap. There were not many things.
He still had more than a hundred people waiting for him to eat. After he put his food down, he wanted to leave, but the hurried girl grabbed his hand.
"Hey, you just said you were from the Sichuan Army. Do you know my brother? He's also from the Sichuan Army. He hasn't been back for a long time. Did he ask you to give these to me?"
Xiaozui's hair was in a mess, and her temples were still dripping with sweat from the hustle and bustle just now. Shuoyu could only see one of her eyes that was not covered by her bangs. It was watery and clear like a clear pond. He wanted to touch Xiaozui's head, and he actually touched it. He remembered that in the story, Xiaozui's brother had died a long time ago, and the author didn't even explain where he died, so he was powerless to do anything.
He didn't say anything, so the clever girl already knew the answer. She lowered her head and sobbed softly, leaving Shuo Yu at a loss as to what to do. He could only tell her that those things were her brother's pension, and asked him to pass them on to her, asking her to keep them safe. In fact, he had no idea whether the Kuomintang army would provide pensions after the soldiers died.
Xiaozui believed it. Shuoyu was not very good at comforting people, especially a girl who had lost her loved ones. The warm and wet crying was like a big net trying to pull him in. He could only say dryly that he was leaving and the others were still waiting for him to go back. Finally, out of guilt, he said that he would visit her more often in the future and Meng Fanle might still be with a lot of bastards, and asked her to live a good life.
"Oh, by the way, do you recognize Meng Fanle, the one with the small eyes? He was the one who told me about you, so I found you. Don't cry, maybe you can dream about your brother tonight. Too many people died in the war, and the underworld is almost full. Reincarnation is not that fast."
"We'll find time to come back and see you. We have a lot of people here, all from the Sichuan Army. When we're free, I'll take them to repair your house so you can live a good life here."
Shuo Yu said a lot of nonsense, but he didn't even dare to look at Xiaozui's face. A face like that would make him cry, just like a long time ago, when he was outside the TV screen and every time Xiaozui cried, he cried too.
He hurriedly handed her a soul-calling talisman, hoping that she would dream of her brother at night.
Just as he was about to step out of the door, he looked at the Bagua board on Xiaozui's door, sighed, and took it down.
"Don't cry, find something else to do in the future. As long as the Sichuan Army is still there, there will definitely be people who won't care about you. Xiaozui, if your brother is still here, he won't want you to cry either. Smile more, girls should smile more. I will come again."
Shuo Yu still couldn't bear to take out a piece of chocolate from his arms that he had originally intended to bring to Lei Baoer, so he handed it over and put it in Xiaozui's hand. He thought that eating something sweet would make him feel less sad.
Xiaozui wiped his face carefully with his handkerchief, looked at the Bagua cards in Shuoyu's hand, lowered his head, and said softly,
"Thank you, and that guy, he looks a lot like my brother, both are very likable. Don't let him charge forward during the battle, I already have a brother."
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