The night was like a big quilt, covering the sky and hiding the stars; under the boundless darkness, the river made a sound, there were a few lights on both sides, occasionally frogs croaked, insects chirped, and there was a wine station.
There are three broken beds inside the window of the wooden house. A lantern is placed on the bed under the inner window farthest from the door. A woman is sitting on a small tree stump beside the bed, using the bed as a table to write. The shadow of the lamp distorts her beautiful figure, which sways dimly on the ground.
The torn notebook was spread out, the corners were yellowed, and the pencil writing was spreading rustlingly...
June 7th, sunny.
I walked a long way today, and it never felt like the road was so long. It felt like I had walked for a lifetime.
I arrived at the wine station, brackets, note: it should be called Jiu Station, they insisted on writing it as wine, I am not a qualified cultural teacher, brackets back. The situation here is a little abnormal, the bridge is broken, someone said... (The next few sentences were scribbled out by lines and can no longer be seen clearly.)
I am stupid, I have forgotten my original intention, but he has also forgotten his original intention, which shows that he has made progress, I am happy for him... (The last stroke of the word "高" was not written completely, the end of the handwriting was punctured, and the pencil tip broke here.)
There was a sound of pencil sharpening in the room. After a long time, the pencil tip was placed on the paper again. He continued to write from the breakpoint, but only wrote the word "Xing" and stopped again. Then, a tear suddenly fell, quickly soaking the last two words.
He had no choice but to move the pencil tip downwards and start a new line. He paused quietly for a long time before he managed to write two slightly larger words: For you.
But these two words were quickly blackened out with pencil lines. Unfortunately, they were written too hard and were difficult to erase. The mark was still there, covered by another tear.
…
In the window of another wooden house, there was a broken table and a small stove. A broken kettle that had already boiled hung on the stove, making the room stuffy and hot. There was a broken bed by the wall, and Hu Yi was lying on it. It was not dark even without a light, because the unfortunate stove fire was brighter than the oil lamp. This was Qin You's residence. The wine station had no confinement room or prison cell. Hu Yi could be locked up anywhere during the day, but at night he had to move to a place that saved beds. His room was for a single person, and he voluntarily contributed it as a temporary detention area.
It was so hot, but he was still lighting the stove in the house. Was Lao Qin trying to exercise his willpower? Hu Yi got out of bed helplessly, considering whether to put out the stove with a kettle. The result would definitely be a room full of ash. He hesitated.
At this time, the door of the house was opened. It was said that the person was detained, but the person was Hu Yi, so the door was not locked at all.
"Ma Liang, quickly find a way to turn off the stove! I can't sleep even if I take off all my clothes!"
Ma Liang took off his military cap after entering the room, and could not help but unbuttoned his military cap. He looked at the small stove and nodded: "I will go to the kitchen to get a brazier to take away the charcoal. Hey, brother, I came here to remind you of something. Don't say the words "refuse to answer" to Sister Su again. Fortunately, I cleared the scene in advance so that no one could hear it."
Hu Yi smiled: "If I hadn't said that, I would still be on trial. She just wanted to torment me."
"You don't understand. No matter how she asks, whether it's to harass you or not, you have to answer! This is an interrogation, brother! If it were someone else, you would be doomed just by refusing to answer! I learned this when I was a signalman in the regiment headquarters. It's no joke."
"Is it that serious?"
"Unless you don't want to be the company commander."
"It's fine if it's not appropriate."
"Dear brother!"
Seeing that Ma Liang was really anxious, Hu Yi smiled again: "Okay. I will behave myself in court tomorrow. By the way, call Li Xiang to me."
…
Not long after, Li Xiang appeared in front of Hu Yi. Although it was night, Li Xiang, with his face full of ugly scars, was still dressed meticulously. Even his two shoelaces were tied exactly the same, which was magical.
"Did you give Lao Qin the flashlight?"
"At that time... Coach Qin liked it very much..."
"Go to the girl and ask for a flashlight in my name, then give it to Wang Xiaosan and let him use the flashlight in my name to provoke the big dog."
Li Xiang was silent for a while, and finally sorted out the logical relationship, but he couldn't understand why it was so tortuous.
"Except for cigarettes, he would not ask a girl for valuables. Even if a girl gave it to him, he would not take it."
"Can't you just give it to him?"
"I don't want Lao Qin to think that I sympathize with him." Hu Yi looked at the few remaining flames in the stove quietly, thinking, and then said: "Also... I suspect he is 'blind'. Don't spread this."
Li Xiang stood at attention, turned around and left into the night.
…
People have feelings, that's why they are people.
Of course, feelings are divided into different levels. When he is frustrated and lonely, Luo Fugui, this guy who is neither a bear nor a mule, is considering finding someone to share his worries with.
The cause and love are all destroyed. This combination can be called the catastrophe. How can Luo Fugui not be gaunt? Xu Xiao is a second-rate heir, and is willing to give him a big neck run. In the end, he still hasn't done his job. If he punches Xu Xiao, he won't solve the problem. I'll be beaten again by Qin! Tue what?
Xiong counted on his fingers and found that besides Xu Xiao, there were only three people he could really trust, so he decided to go see Boss Hu. However, when he passed by the stone house, he ran into the Night Wanderer outside the door of the stone house in the dark.
"Grandma! Do you want to scare a few people to death in the middle of the night?"
"What are you yelling about! What the hell are you doing?"
"I..." Xiong's eyes slid open a few times, and he thought to himself that he didn't need to go to Boss Hu. The night wanderer in front of him was more knowledgeable about certain things, so he could just treat her as a confidant: "Do you understand how aggrieved I am? Do you see what I've become?"
"What can I see in the dark?"
"Can you take off your mask and talk to me? If you're not scared, I'm scared too! One by one... Alas... Life is really unbearable!"
"You already have a wife, do you feel guilty saying this?"
"That's what I'm talking about! From now on, I will never reconcile with him, Gao Yidao!"
"Are you unhappy?"
"Am I Wu Shitou? Ask the whole group who wants to marry Fan Erniu!"
"Erniu... is definitely not as pretty as me."
"… "
"What's wrong?"
"I'm going to die right now so you can see it, okay?"
"Alright, alright. You're such a wimp! If you think so, let me tell you, you can never succeed!"
"You also said... uh... um? Why?"
"Why did you say that? Military regulations! Did you forget you are from the Eighth Route Army? Uh... I didn't say that. You look like you forgot."
A word of advice awakened the dreaming bear. The bear woke up and almost shed tears. Looking back on the tragic past and looking forward to the unfortunate future, for the first time in his life he determined to become a qualified Eighth Route Army soldier!
…
People have feelings, that's why they are people.
Feelings also come in different levels. When she was hesitant and confused, Xiao Hongying, the night wanderer, suddenly wanted to find someone to guess a riddle.
Wu Shitou was useless, Wang Xiaosan was on an unlucky mission, so she accidentally met Ma Liang.
"Girl, can you spare our Ninth Company some trouble? My gun is loaded! If it weren't for your short stature, I would have almost pulled the trigger."
"You are the short one! Didn't I fall down? It was pitch black and you couldn't see clearly!"
"You still know it's pitch black? Didn't you say you were taking a walk?"
"Now that you mention it, I remember something."
"What's wrong?"
"Why did the mule faint twice?"
"Does this have anything to do with what I said before?"
Ma Liang blew up the temple again and was so angry that his teeth ached.
The night got deeper, but the bar was still not quiet...