The sky finally brightened, and the sun lazily appeared in the distant east, standing on the horizon like a totem through the smoke of beacon burning all night.
At the edge of the village, a man with his upper body bare was wielding a shovel and digging a hole. The morning light shone on his strong and broad back, shining with a bronze halo with sweat, making the scars on his skin more glaring.
The silly boy was dead, and his body was wrapped in a straw mat and placed next to the pit.
The pit was almost dug. Hu Yi poked the shovel into the ground, wiped the sweat off his face, straightened his back, looked around, jumped out of the pit, and stood next to the body of the silly boy.
This little foodie never forgot to look for food wherever he went, and now he finally died for food, fulfilling his wish. Looking down at the silly boy rolled up in the straw mat, Hu Yi did not feel sad, not even a bit, but rather envious. In the third row, and even among all the people who had fallen beside Hu Yi, the silly boy was small but happy. He had an intact body, and someone chose a Feng Shui grave for him and buried him, which was a great blessing. Compared with Wang Laokou lying in the mud pit, the big guy whose corpse was exposed in the wilderness, and compared with the brothers in the machine gun company who were crushed to dust, the silly boy's destination was very luxurious and miraculous. It seems that Guanyin Bodhisattva, who saves the suffering, sometimes opens his eyes. If, the next moment, when it is his turn, can he get the same favor from God to the silly boy? Hu Yi was dejected.
He squatted bare-chested by the stream to wash off the dirt. After being caressed by the clear and cold water, his tiredness disappeared a lot. A new grave stood quietly behind him. In the morning light, Hu Yi walked towards the village...
It seemed like she had a dream of roasted sweet potatoes. Su Qing woke up in a daze. When she opened her eyes, she found a strange room and a strange bed. She wanted to sit up, but found that her hands and feet were bound and tied to the bed, and her mouth was stuffed with something and could not be closed. Su Qing panicked, and after a moment, she remembered the situation before she fainted.
A dark shadow pounced on him, and his neck was suddenly caught by a big hand. He couldn't breathe. He tried desperately to scratch and kick, but was immediately surrounded by a strong arm. He couldn't move, and finally fell into a drowsy state and darkness...
Su Qing desperately pulled his hands and feet, trying to break the rope and escape from the predicament. His slender white hands clenched into fists due to the force, showing a faint blood red. Except for making the bed board creak under him, it had no effect. He raised his head inadvertently, and suddenly froze in his movements. A man appeared at the door.
It was not a Japanese soldier, but a Chinese soldier, standing tall at the door, so stable that he seemed to have merged with the door frame into a portrait frame. The low brim of his hat could not cover his thick black eyebrows, and his narrow eyes stared at him deeply, making Su Qing feel cold and as if he was penetrated. His thin face, as sharp as a knife, was reflected by the morning light outside the window, with a bronze glow, and a clear boundary between light and dark on his high nose bridge. He was not handsome, but he exuded a man's determination and composure.
The man stopped at the door for a moment, then walked in slowly, pulled over a chair and placed it almost next to the bed, then sat down and silently glanced at Su Qing who was lying on her back on the bed.
This made Su Qing feel bad, with a sense of crisis, but powerless to change anything. She tried to speak, but her mouth was blocked, and she could only make vague sounds that she couldn't even understand. She had to instinctively twist her body to try to avoid the awkward close distance, but it caused the hem of her cheongsam to slide to the side, revealing her plump and round white skin.
The man didn't seem to notice this. His gaze finally stopped on Su Qing's face and he spoke in a low voice.
"I don't know who you are, and I don't want to know. But you killed my brother, and I feel I need to do something for my brother."
After saying this, the man paused, leaned his strong back against the chair, and crossed his arms. He looked past Su Qing and looked out the window on the inside of the bed, as if talking to himself or to Su Qing: "He is a 14-year-old man, a lucky boy. I just buried him outside the village. This boy is the reincarnation of a starving ghost. He has been looking for food all his life, and he kept looking until this morning, when he finally found it on the muzzle of a gun."
At this point, the man reached into his pocket and took out a pistol. He placed it flat in his palm and weighed it. It was Su Qing's personal pistol. He continued, "Browning M1900, Gun brand pistol, this is not something for poor people."
After saying that, he looked away from the gun in his hand and turned to Su Qing: "A spy? The commander's concubine? Or your daughter? It's a dark and windy night, and he came to this remote place to shoot secretly. I'm afraid he's not a good person."
Su Qing finally figured out what happened before dawn. He never expected that the first person he had ever killed was a 14-year-old child. He couldn't help but feel guilty. But the strange man in front of him kept speaking in a flat and low tone. He didn't see any sadness or anger, but made Su Qing fall into confusion. He didn't know what it meant or how it would end. No matter what, everything had already happened, and he was now a lamb to be slaughtered. There was nothing he could do except struggle in vain.
This man was Hu Yi. He rushed out of the enemy's defense line before dawn and ran north with the silly boy. They stopped to rest in a small village. The silly boy searched for food everywhere, but was finally knocked down by Su Qing at the door of Chen's house.
People believe in fate, saying that fate will eventually intertwine. Some people will foolishly look forward to it, expecting an unknown and beautiful future, and forgetting the reality of cruelty. Fate may bring you beauty, but it may also bring you disaster. At the moment, what the silly boy is facing, what Su Qing is facing, is just like this.
Hu Yi fell silent and hesitated. Revenge for the fool? Although the other party was an unrelated stranger, she was a woman. Can a man kill a woman? It seems that he can, but he can't seem to do it. If he gave her a gun and fought again, it should be possible. But is this realistic? If he could, he could kill her the moment he strangled her throat before dawn. When his arms touched two towering soft masses, didn't the hand that was strangling her throat loosen? Why
Hu Yi suddenly found himself confused, his logic was messy, and he couldn't explain why. Whether he was a Hu Zi or a soldier, he always heard people talking about men and women. Hu Yi was not interested because he didn't understand women. When he was a Hu Zi, he was young and didn't understand it. When he was a soldier, he was isolated from women. Now that a woman suddenly fell, Hu Yi certainly didn't know how to deal with it. It seemed that all the principles he adhered to were overturned and he was at a loss.
Hu Yi put the gun back into his pocket and looked up at the woman who was so close to him. The morning light shone through the window onto the bed, unusually soft. Could it be because she was lying here? He had never experienced women, but he had seen many. Although the woman in front of him was young, she was not pretty, but she seemed to be quite pleasing to the eye, especially her pair of phoenix eyes. Although they were wide open due to panic, they highlighted her beautiful black eyes, which were moist and clear, as if they could pull Hu Yi's heart into the abyss.
Hu Yi felt strangely unnatural and immediately looked away. However, what caught his eyes were two rapidly rising and falling breasts and the whiteness of a plump thigh, which seemed to indicate a beautiful mystery. Why? Her body was more abrupt and graceful than that of any other woman. Those curves formed an invisible magic barrier that completely enveloped Hu Yi's thoughts. For a moment, he forgot about the new grave outside the village, the roar in the distance, and the years of war...
When the man in front of her suddenly threw himself on the bed like a demon, pressing down on her like a mountain, even though Su Qing was still a virgin, she finally understood what was going to happen. She tried to struggle, resist, dodge, whine, and cry with all her strength, but she could not stop this nightmare from coming...