Shuo Yu put down the box and the cloth on his shoulders and looked at the people standing in the middle of the yard who had not yet gone to bed.
"Report to the regiment commander, I'm back. There are still a few thousand dollars in this box, half opened, and some cloth. We can make some clothes. I just don't know who among us can sew clothes. Didn't Yu Da Tiexue just give us a sewing machine?"
Long Wenjian patted Shuoyu's shoulder vigorously. To be honest, he didn't know what Shuoyu had gone out for. Except for Milong, everyone just knew that he had gone out for something. But no one expected him to bring back so many things.
"Great, great, this is truly the best, Banxian'er, you're truly amazing! Look, look, this is real talent, you're worthy of being my personal follower!"
"Why are you so arrogant? It's as if you got all this."
"That's right, Banxian is indeed amazing, otherwise all of us would be left starving~!"
Shuoyu was making egg and ginger soup on the stove in the middle of the yard. He had picked these pheasant eggs from the forest.
Everyone got a portion, but because there were so many people, only a little bit of oil could be seen in each person's bowl. Shuo Yu sneaked up to the veterinarian, holding two small bottles in his hand, which were filled with sulfa and a small box of vaseline.
"Dad, am I awesome? And you should eat this secretly by yourself. Don't let others see you, especially Fanla. That guy and the rat demon have very sneaky eyes."
"You're even more powerful! Even more powerful! Everyone in this yard put together isn't as powerful as you."
The veterinarian smiled and secretly stuffed the two bottles of precious sulfa into his pocket. He also had a use for the other small box of ointment. Many of the new children had cracks on their hands and bodies, so this was just right for them. He took another look at the thing that Shuoyu had stuffed into his pocket in the scarce light. It was a can of beef. This baby...
Shuo Yu seemed to sense something and turned his head to look at Meng Fanle's eyes. He immediately straightened up and pretended that nothing had happened. He winked at the veterinarian, patted his hand, and signaled him to keep it safe. However, there was no tobacco this time, and the veterinarian's pipe was empty again.
He walked up to Fanla and waved his hands in front of him in a pretentious manner.
"Hey, what are you looking at here, Master Meng?"
"Nothing, what did you give to the vet just now?" Fanla's eyes were full of curiosity. He suspected that Shuoyu must have secretly given the old man something good.
Shuoyu spread his hands to show his innocence, and showed Meng Fanle his empty pockets.
"I don't have anything. If you don't believe me, just look around. If you find anything, I'll consider you awesome, okay?"
Shuoyu sat down next to Fanla, looking at the soup at the bottom of his bowl, and asked if he could get him some more, but was told no.
"Young Master is not interested in knowing what it is. If you are willing to give it, then give it. It has nothing to do with me. I am just curious. Really, I am just curious. Ever since I met you, I have been curious about one thing. How could someone like you be mixed up with a group of people like us? Yu Xiaoqing is right. You are not short of money, so why bother?"
"Who are we, you ask? We're just a bunch of defeated soldiers who don't even have the autonomy to decide where to go. Tell me, what's so great about us that someone like you would care about? I'm even more curious why you're so fond of that crazy, damned commander of ours? Hey, when you saw him, you were more affectionate than your own father, like a fly meeting shit. So close! Without you, he would have been completely overwhelmed. What are you doing? Hey, maybe you owed him a lifetime debt, and you have to repay him in this lifetime, like White Snake and Xu Xian?"
The place where Shuoyu and the others were staying was a remote corner. Others could not see what they were doing, nor did they want to know what they were doing. Eating and sleeping were the most important things in their lives. Perhaps it was because the night was too dark, the moon was too bright, and the insects were too noisy.
So Meng Fanle finally couldn't hold it in any longer, he wanted to speak, he wanted to get out everything in his stomach,
"Really? I'm so curious, I'm dying of curiosity. I believe you, I really do. You might really be a demigod who fell from the sky, but go save others, not us, okay? Look at how many of us are left. We've been disappointed so many times. In the end, there's nothing you can do. You still have to go back, back to heaven, and we have to continue staying in the mud. Why bother? Why do you always make things difficult for yourself?"
Shuo Yu sat with him, shoulder to shoulder, and after listening to his words, he felt the wetness on his neck and sighed.
He really has a brain that thinks too much.
He couldn't see Meng Fanle's expression, he could only see him holding the edge of the bowl tightly, his fingers tense as if they were about to break, with only some reddish-brown residue left inside. Shuo Yu didn't say anything, just took the bowl from his hand and put it aside.
The other guys fell asleep after drinking the egg soup. It was already very late. Shuoyu didn't have a watch, so he could only estimate the time based on the moon above his head. Their leader took the half-opened watch that Shuoyu brought back and rushed into the house, turning on the light. He didn't even come out to drink the soup. Now the light was still on.
The rumbling sound of their bellies could no longer be heard. The chirping of cicadas became the new noise, ringing impatiently around them, rumbling their irritating bellies.
Shuo Yu looked at the pair of rat paws in his hand. They were black and thin. There were calluses on his right hand from both writing and shooting. The few scars were scattered here and there. From Shuo Yu's aesthetic standards, it was indeed not good-looking.
He was just holding those hands quietly, trying to calm Fanla down a bit. He knew Fanla was just scared. He didn't want to fight anymore. He didn't want anyone to die anymore. He knew the preciousness of life. This was good. There was nothing wrong with it.
In fact, Fanla in front of him also wanted to fight, but he had lost too many times and was afraid. He was afraid of losing again. He cried and he was unwilling to give up. But in the end, he could do nothing and lost a leg. So he had to say that we can't win. No matter how hard we struggle in the mud, we can't win.
Shuo Yu looked at Meng Fanle, whose head gradually lowered for some unknown reason. He was the one who questioned him just now, but now he looked like a guy who had made a mistake. He smiled.
"Is your leg still hurting?"
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