"Thank you."
After taking food and water bags enough to eat for a few days, after bidding farewell to the name of the village. Dongfang Han and the others continued on the road.
"Xiaohan, you know. Even if you give them weapons, they won't change their destiny."
Zhang Zichu's words caused Dongfang Han to pause, but did not stop.
"I know. But this is a reasonable deal for us, or for them."
Dongfang Han did not have extra sympathy for those village names who were suffering from the war. Because she has seen too many joys and sorrows in the world, no matter how unsatisfactory life is, or watching the family around her die in a merciless war, this is fate.
Living in such a real and cruel world, there is nothing more real and fortunate than living in this world.
Moreover, only one of her spare pistols was given away, and Dongfang Han felt that it was not at all a loss for the food she used to exchange for survival.
Zhang Zichu sighed helplessly, and said nothing more.
In order to avoid being spotted by the patrol soldiers who might appear at any time, Dongfang Han did not set fire to them at night. After filling their stomachs, they hid in a tree hole large enough for two people to lie down overnight.
The summer night in Kashmir exudes a breath of intoxication, replacing the smoke of war during the day. The dark sky is full of shining stars, beautiful and dazzling. A bright moon hung in the sky, the soft moonlight was spreading in the woods, and the breeze was slowly blowing in, and the frog hiding in the grass began to scream presumptuously, letting the land calm and beautiful.
Dongfang Han and Zhang Zichu, lying flat together, looked at the night sky outside the tree. After a moment of silence, Dongfang Han couldn't help but speak:
"Zi Chu, do you regret coming with me?"
This journey is difficult and dangerous, and it is exactly what they are facing these days.
"Fool." Zhang Zichu held her hand beside her body and said with a chuckle: "If I regret I won't let go of everything and follow you. I'm still waiting,"
Hearing this, Dongfang Han was taken aback.
"Waiting for our final mission, we can all live well. I want to be with you, just like you said, living together, let me teach you what you don’t understand, Xiaohan. You also said After taking this step, neither of us should say regrets to each other!"
Dongfang Han chuckled, and squeezed that unusually gentle big hand. It took a long time before he gently uttered a syllable: "Yeah."
That night, Dongfang Han and Zhang Zichu were almost half asleep and half awake. The sound of gunfire was coming from not far away, and it was quiet until the early hours of the morning.
However, the two of them who were not drowsy got up and got up and went on the road again.
According to the map in hand, and relying on Dongfang Han's vague memories when he was a child. They crossed a steep road, risking being almost spotted by the soldiers several times along the way, and finally came to their destination.
"That's it."
Put away the map in your hand. The two stood in front of a big warning sign with the word "Forbidden", and looked forward.
The old castle has been turned into ruined walls, and the luxurious scenery of the past has become a ruin, devastated, and no plants can grow on the scorched ground. After the tragic fire, the once glorious generation of Dongfang family has become a barren ruin, lifeless like a hell on earth.