Li Xiang walked towards the rooms at the foot of the mountain, his legs felt like they were filled with lead. The closer he got, the more panicked he became. After he stepped through the door, the strings in his head couldn't be tighter. Since he first walked into this small workshop a long time ago, Li Xiang has never laughed again, because this place itself is a big bomb. He has to be cautious all the time, and he is always terrified. It seems that there is a noose around his neck, and he never knows when the ground under his feet will collapse.
Passing by a shelf full of grenades, he slowed down and began to force himself to count in his mind: one, two, three, four, five...
"Li Xiang, what are you dawdling about? If you keep being lazy I'll kick you to death. Come and move this away."
The master's scolding suddenly messed up the number in my mind. It should be the same as yesterday, fifty-six grenades. I counted it seven times yesterday, so it must be fifty-six grenades. But what if someone took one away? What if someone put another one? Where did I count just now
Master "Li Xiang" raised his voice even louder.
"Oh, here it comes, here it comes." Li Xiang felt extremely painful because he couldn't figure out whether the number of grenades on the shelf was the same as the number he counted yesterday. It was as if something was constantly tearing at his heart, making him confused and uneasy.
When he reached his master, he bent down and prepared to help him lift a large basin of gunpowder from the ground. Before his hand touched the edge of the basin, he felt a kick coming towards him, which hit him hard on the shoulder, causing him to fall to the ground on the spot.
“Have you worshipped the land? Are you looking for death? Are you new here?…” After kicking me, the master started cursing.
Li Xiang came to his senses, got up, forced himself to forget the number of grenades, supported himself on the ground with his hands, and bowed his head.
People who work here have to worship the land before every work. The master said that this is to pray for peace and safety, and the factory manager said that this is for electricity. Everyone doesn't know what static electricity means, so they would rather believe what the master said; Li Xiang believes what the factory manager said, although he doesn't know the principle of static electricity, but the factory manager is educated, so he believes him more. He is more willing to learn from the factory manager, and stick a small iron rod on the ground beside him when working, and touch it every once in a while.
After helping the master finish the job, the two workers carried two boxes and placed them outside the door: "Master, these were delivered today. I checked and found that they are all things we can't use."
"Li Xiang, go and open it." The master said while looking at the box outside the door.
This job was previously the responsibility of the master. After Li Xiang came, the master discovered that he spoke the least and seemed the calmest, so he trained him to take over. Up to now, Li Xiang has become completely capable of doing the job independently.
Not knowing whether there were still fifty-six grenades, Li Xiang's mind was full of this question that had nothing to do with him. He walked out of the door, picked up the box above, and walked away.
Arriving at the bomb disposal site at a safe distance, he put down the box, prepared the tools, took out a shell head, carefully erected it, looked at the aluminum fuse, and began to try to remove the three tiny and inconspicuous bolts...
Rub your palms slowly counterclockwise. Just as a thin layer of sweat appears on your forehead, the separation of the shell fuse is complete.
There should still be fifty-six grenades. Yu must confirm it after finishing the work. With this thought in mind, Li Xiang took out the second warhead from the box and placed it upright in front of him.
This one seems... There's dirt... Scratches... No insurance?... This is a dud... Didn't they say they checked it? Do you want me to die
He stared blankly at the dud in front of him for a while, then turned his head to look into the box, his eyes wide open, and carefully checked the remaining bullets one by one. They were all new, and it seemed that this was the only one in the box.
I left my tools behind and walked back. I had to explain to my master and the factory manager that I couldn't let that ignorant kid get away with it again. If he didn't leave, then I would leave him. I'd had enough.
boom-
Li Xiang, who was about to reach the door, didn't have time to see or hear anything clearly. He only felt his body being instantly engulfed by the burning heat and darkness, and then floating...
He sat up suddenly and saw the dim oil lamp on the windowsill. Li Xiang, covered in sweat and breathing heavily, sat in the ward for a long time.
There were more than a dozen pairs of rags scattered on the ground, but there was only one pair that was different. It was a pair of leather army shoes captured from the Japanese. It belonged to a fellow patient. Li Xiang, who was awakened by a nightmare, kept staring at the pair of shoes. The more he looked at them, the more uncomfortable he felt. His whole body felt uncomfortable. They had laces, so why couldn't he tie the laces on both sides in the same way? Why did he tie the laces on one side diagonally and the other side horizontally? How could he tolerate this? Why did he do this? Did he have no heart? This feeling made Li Xiang hate it to pieces.
From the first day of being transferred to the ward for lightly injured patients, the pair of shoes became a torment in Li Xiang's heart. He didn't want to look at it, but every day during the day, it was worn on that person's feet and flashed in front of Li Xiang's eyes, and every night it was placed there, looking proudly at Li Xiang.
Going crazy and unable to bear it any longer, Li Xiang finally rushed towards the pair of shoes, picked them up, and frantically tore the laces apart to break this tormenting obstacle. Then he put them on again, carefully following the same method as the other shoe, making the lines completely symmetrical and perfect.
"Li Xiang, you are not a human? Will you let us sleep?" More than a dozen wounded were attracted by the strange sound on the ground. They sat up and watched Li Xiang, who was panting heavily, struggling with the pair of shoes.
Li Xiang suddenly picked up the two shoes, stood on the ground and shouted at the owner of the shoes: "Did you see that? Why didn't you do that? You... why? You... want to kill everyone? You want to kill everyone? Ah? Are you willing..."
The wounded in the room were all stunned. What was going on? The owner of the shoe was the most shocked. He didn't understand what happened at all, but he killed everyone. How serious a crime was this
There was silence for a while, and suddenly a wounded soldier said: "Isn't your throat burned? Isn't your hand..."
"Hey? Hey hey? Yes, you are not..." The others suddenly realized after hearing what he said.
Li Xiang threw the pair of shoes to the ground, broke open the door beside him and rushed into the night.
Although he didn't dare to swing his arms, Hu Yi still ran with big strides in the moonlight, bypassing the wall, crossing the yard, and running towards the corner.
She clearly didn't do anything, but it seems like she did something. She clearly has nothing to hide, but now she is jumping like a thief. What is this? It's all her fault. Women are trouble, no matter whether they are big or small, whether they are doctors or political workers, they are all the source of trouble. What you hear about women is all nonsense. Anyone who believes it is a bastard.
Just as I was about to turn the corner, I suddenly heard the sound of hurried running from the other side of the corner.
Hu Yi's whole body habitually turned on the alert mode in an instant, and he stopped suddenly, pressed against the wall, and held his breath. His arms were useless, and his legs were ready. This was a hospital, and there were either nurses or injured people. In the middle of the night, even a thief would feel guilty. Who would run so hastily? Do you want to be reincarnated
A figure suddenly appeared in the moonlight, running wildly. He kicked over with a low sweep, tripping the target with a thud. Without waiting for the target to get up in panic, he quickly took two steps over and kicked him hard in the back with his right foot.
After a cry of pain, the figure on the ground writhed in agony and could not get up. Hu Yi stepped on a few of his fingers with the heel of his right foot and shouted, "If you move, I'll cripple your hand or something?"
"Uh... the wounded... uh..."
"He's running so fast, could he be injured?" Hu Yi forgot that he was running very wildly just now.
"What does it have to do with you? Uh... ah..." The figure on the ground just said this, and felt the pressure on his fingers increase sharply: "Okay... I... I have to leave here... I can't... stay here... I can't..."
“This is not the answer”
"Li Xiang... I asked Li Xiang to stay in the light injury ward... I've also stayed in this critically ill ward." The critically ill ward he was referring to was the one in the corner, where Hu Yi was staying now.
"How many beds are there in this room?"
"Four."
Li Xiang sat on the innermost bed, his elbows on his knees, his hands wrapped around his lowered head. In the dim light, half of his head and half of his face were covered with ugly scars.
Hu Yi, who was filled with black lines on his forehead, never dreamed that this was the suicidal man who had been untied by him, and he actually survived.
"I screwed up everything... but I just can't stand it... I can't stand it... I hate those shoes..."
"You are not even afraid of death, so why are you afraid of going back?"
"That's different... That's different... I can't hold it anymore... I... Death... is a short time... But suffering... is forever... I can't... I don't dare... You won't understand..."
"I understand." Hu Yi suddenly replied calmly.
Li Xiang slowly raised his head and stared blankly at those narrow eyes.
"That morning, I was the one who helped you untie the rope."
"Because I am also living in agony." After a deep sigh, Hu Yi asked, "Where are you going?"
"I don't know... starting tomorrow... someone will start spitting at me. Maybe now... they will do it... laugh at my pretending sequelae, and spit on me as a spineless deserter..."
The room fell silent, and neither of them spoke any more. The moonlight could have poured in through the window, but it was dimmed by the oil lamp on the windowsill and could not be seen.
After a long time, Li Xiang's voice sounded again: "I still don't know who you are."
"Hu Yi from the ninth squad of the independent regiment."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome." Hu Yi knew he was referring to the incident of loosening the rope.
"Why are you so late..."
Seeing Hu Yi's expression suddenly become a little strange, Li Xiang quickly changed his words: "Oh... I'm sorry... I just said it casually..."
Hu Yi's expression changed not because he was unhappy about this question, but because this matter was too complicated. He locked the door with Dr. Zhou, blew out the lights, crawled under the bed, and finally fled in a panic. It was all a series of things. Do you have the face to say it? Do you dare to say the word innocent? This miserable life
"Ahem, ahem, nothing. I was just... admiring the moon."
Li Xiang secretly admired him. He didn't expect that this wounded soldier with a cold body could actually be a person with artistic conception, noble taste and feelings. He felt ashamed.
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