Shuoyu didn't know what they were called, he just helped the veterinarian pull the cart, dig the pit, bury the body, and listened to the veterinarian's hometown tune singing requiem and the like.
He leaned against the grave mound and listened. Another patient with malaria came in this morning, leaving only eight wounded veterinarians. Perhaps by the time they left for Burma, there would be none left.
A doctor from Shaanxi became a military doctor in order to find his son, and then treated everyone he saw who was about the same age as his son as his son. He was a kind-hearted father.
"Shuoyu, you really want to go to Myanmar? Tell me, why are you going to Myanmar?"
The veterinarian puffed on a pipe that looked as old as he was, with very little tobacco in it, just old dregs, just like him.
Shuoyu smiled, turned his head and asked,
"Then why did you go to Burma, Dad?"
"Me? I'm fifty-six and up to my neck in the dirt. I'm going because they need a doctor, right?"
"But didn't the officer say there's a field hospital there? The doctors, medicine, and equipment there are all better than yours, aren't they?"
"That's true, that's true, but I've lived for most of my life, and I can still tell whether someone is telling the truth or a lie."
Shuo Yu looked into his eyes, which contained everything, including him.
"Yes, there are heavy casualties on the front line, so we have to go. I plan to go because God and I are brothers who have exchanged business cards. If I go, he will help save the lives of those guys with blood rushing to the back of their heads for my sake."
"You kids, you don't even know what your parents taught you. You just keep saying nonsense to deceive an old man like me. Why do you want to deceive an old man like me? Go ahead. We have to do something in our lives, right? We can't just end up feeling like we didn't do anything, right?"
Shuo Yu squeezed into the veterinarian's arms, with the veterinarian's hands touching the back of his head. He buried his face in his hands. He knew he should say no, but he had no face. He only cared about himself.
The veterinarian said they, Shuoyu said we, but he was still thinking about them.
When Shuoyu and the others returned, they saw Boss Mi showing off his might, intending to beat everyone down by himself, because his heart was also heated up again by Yu Xiaoqing's words.
It's just that he didn't want to admit it. He shouted to everyone that anyone who wanted to go was a piece of firewood waiting to be chopped. He was not only saying this to others, but also to himself.
Bu La stared at Shuo Yu with shining eyes. He asked him to borrow money because he wanted to redeem his gun from the pawn shop. Shuo Yu took out a few dollars and threw them to him. Bu La jumped for joy and left without caring whether the money was enough or not.
No one can stop those who want to go.
Shuoyu looked at Meng who was sitting in the corner watching the fun, walked over and kicked him.
"You have to go too."
"Where are you going?"
"Myanmar?"
"No? Why? The young master doesn't want to die. He's a cripple."
"It's almost time to go to Myanmar. Since you gave me your life, if I want to go, you have to go too. If you don't go, you have to give me back that leg."
Meng Fanle put away his rather flattering smile and looked at Shuo Yu, making sure he was not joking.
"you!"
Shuoyu looked at him, and Meng Fanle subconsciously stepped back. He didn't let him retreat any further, but grabbed his collar. In fact, they were about the same height, but every time they stood together, Meng Fanle couldn't help but shrink back, so visually, he was much shorter than Shuoyu.
"What do you mean by 'you'? This is a deal between us, it's consensual. I didn't force you. You sold your life to me, so if I tell you to go, you have to go."
The flickering eyes showed Meng Fanle's inner restlessness. Looking at Shuoyu's receding back, Meng Fanle laughed at himself and hung his legs out to dry. His legs had not grown back yet, but he could feel that his legs were itchy, a deep itch that spread from the pits of his legs to his heart.
Shuoyu didn't lie to him, his legs were really growing better and better day by day.
He leaned against the doorstep unconvinced, stretching his neck and shouting at Shuoyu's back, saying that he didn't want to go, and that it was useless to go. He didn't have the habit of seeking death, he wanted to live well, even though he had just sent a suicide note to his hometown in Peking a few days ago, saying "The war is imminent, and I am destined to die!"
Milong's unilateral slaughter was still going on. Shuoyu looked back and ignored it until Milong broke Yangdanzi's leg with a snap, just because he said he wanted to go too.
Shuo Yu rushed over and stood in front of Mi Long, looking at this Northeastern man, ruthlessly tearing his face apart.
"You idiot, are you sick? You deserve to be kicked in the head, Milong, you are just as eager to go as Ayi. What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of death? You are so timid, you really bring shame to us Northeastern gentlemen!"
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