Lao Yuan found that Yue Ding Tang was distracted.
Just after he finished his speech, the latter was fascinated by the fire, and didn't know what he was thinking, until he saw that the smoke in Yue Dingtang's hand was burning, and he couldn't help pushing his arm, the other party. Just woke up, shaking off the ashes, and took another breath.
"I remember he used to be in good health. In long-distance running competitions, he always won the top three. We played together at school, and he was also the one who scored the most goals. At that time, a group of female students went back in a circle after class, just to pass by the playground. He plays."
The smoke poured into the fire, splashing a cloud of sparks and evoking fragments of memories.
"Do you know how much he likes to be smug, when others get hot playing football and take off his clothes, he insists on wearing a tunic suit neatly and sturdily, and runs all over the field to win the top spot, just to hear those female students say that he is not chaotic. "
After Yue Dingtang finished speaking, he couldn't help but laugh.
"He's like this now. It's basically a problem that fell on the battlefield. Either he was scratched by shell fragments, or he was hit by a bullet. Now, you should have noticed the problem with his right hand. It was in the snow at that time. Li fought in close quarters and was injured by the enemy's bayonet. He used to be very accurate with his marksmanship, and he was a sharpshooter in our battalion.
To be honest, Lao Yuan always felt that Yue Dingtang was unpredictable.
Even if the three of them are sitting here now, living and dying together, Lao Yuan still does not dare to fully trust Yue Dingtang.
This may be related to his need to hide his identity and lurking beside the old man, and is used to observing others with suspicious eyes.
But it doesn't matter if he doesn't believe in Yue Dingtang, and it doesn't matter if Yue Dingtang doesn't believe in him. Lao Yuan feels that it is necessary for Yue Dingtang to believe in Ling Shu. dead.
"At that time, we all thought that his hand would be abolished. I didn't expect that after he was discharged from the hospital, he began to practice his left hand, from holding chopsticks to writing, and later he could use chopsticks to hold green beans, one by one, I thought it was almost the same. , But one day, he actually told me that he could shoot with his left hand. I thought to myself, what a big deal, as long as your index finger can still move, who will not pull the trigger."
Yue Dingtang smiled a little more: "He looks handsome, but in fact he is very competitive. He has always been like this since he was a child. Before the exam, he always said that he didn't study much. Before, it is estimated that he has almost practiced shooting with his left hand."
Lao Yuan also shook his head and smiled and said, "It's my fault that I was too naive at the time, and I didn't believe in this evil. If I had to make a bet with him, the two of them went to the school grounds and started shooting with box guns. Guess what? I actually lost, this guy I have practiced the left hand pistol technique behind my back for two months, and I am a little better, surpassing me, who has used my right hand for many years!"
This is indeed something that Ling Shu would do.
Yue Dingtang smiled silently, and a subtle feeling floated in his heart that even he could not explain.
It's like being in it and taking pride in it.
But this feeling disappeared in a flash, Yue Dingtang looked at Ling Shu's right hand.
The latter was sleeping soundly, facing them sideways, his right hand was drooping, and there was some dried blood on his sleeve, but his fingers were long and fair, and his nails were neatly trimmed. .
Yue Dingtang still remembered that the two met again after a long absence. The first time they met and talked was in prison. When he saw Ling Shu writing with his left hand, he had some doubts in his heart at that time, but he did not think that behind this doubt, there was a hidden truth. A bloody past.
The boy who used to have to wrap his fingers with a handkerchief when his fingers were pricked by a flower thorn finally transformed into a man with a steely will when he couldn't see it.
Lao Yuan sighed: "But no matter how accurate it is, the left hand is still the left hand, and it can't compare to his original right hand. His pistol skills back then were really eye-catching, but it's a pity!"
Yue Dingtang: "Why did he suffer so many injuries? Didn't the Northeastern Army at that time retreat without a fight?"
Lao Yuan: "That's what I said, but some still resisted. I remember that year, when we were stationed in Changchun, the Japanese army came all the way from the Beida Camp, obviously trying to annex the three eastern provinces, but there were still illusions, thinking that it would give When the Japanese took advantage of it, they would stop at it, and some expected the Russians to help. As a result, Fengtian fell, Siping fell, and Yingkou fell. When we got to Changchun, we refused to surrender on the spot and stayed there for a whole night. "
Lao Yuan's tone was very indifferent. This past incident was in the past tense for him and Ling Shu. It was a great blessing for them to be able to sit here in peace now.
Yue Dingtang was silent for a moment: "I was abroad at the time, and I read relevant reports. They all said that the Northeast practiced non-resistance, so the whole line was quickly defeated, and Changchun was not mentioned."
Lao Yuan smiled bitterly: "It's just one night, it's disgraceful to say it out, it's not worth mentioning it, it's not ashamed! But that night, we really risked our lives, but the enemy's firepower was too strong, we had no reinforcements, many No one has the will to fight. I heard that the nearby cities are not resisting the retreat. I really can't hold it. The brothers are gone one by one. If it wasn't for Ling Shu who pushed me away, I wouldn't have the life to sit here and talk to you right now. ."
Yue Dingtang: "What about later?"
Lao Yuan: "Afterwards, our surviving brothers were all seriously injured and could not go to the battlefield, but they were not willing to take the charge of being a defeated coward. The enemy was dealing with it, from September to twelve months, for three full months, drinking rain, eating snow, and hunting for a living, there were originally thirty people, but in the end, including me and Ling Shu, there were less than seven."
Yue Dingtang: "Very tragic."
Lao Yuan: "The way of playing life-for-life can only be the bravery of a single man. Seeing that the entire Northeast has been occupied, and the large troops have retreated into the pass, our body will be sore when it rains and winds, and there seems to be a lump on the back of Ling Shu's shoulder. Even if the shell fragments were not taken out, even returning to the battlefield would be a drag on the brothers, a few people together, they simply disarmed and returned to the field, and after that, I and Ling Shu never contacted again."
Yue Dingtang wanted to say something, but felt that no matter what comment he made, it would be an unnecessary point of reference for Lao Yuan and the others.
"Do you regret it?"
He was asking Lao Yuan, and through Lao Yuan, he was asking Ling Shu.
Lao Yuan wiped his face and let out a haha.
"What do you regret? Do you regret killing the enemy, or do you regret resisting? I only regret that I didn't have a few more hands at the time, and I didn't kill a few more. A man is born in this world. If he can't live a vigorous life, then this life is like a dog's life and a cat's life. What's the difference in life?"
Yue Dingtang pondered: "If I had known earlier..."
If he had known earlier, he would not have let Ling Shu follow him to the Northeast, revisiting his homeland, and revisiting the iron and blood.
But without this trip, how would you know this
He now only regrets his long-term temptation.
Those temptations must have more or less hurt the heart of the other party.
In particular, that shot was aimed at each other.
Yue Dingtang didn't know how Ling Shu was feeling at that time, and even he himself was confused, but now that he thinks about it, he has nothing but regrets.
It was like the wound was bleeding and soaked in salt water, and my heart couldn't help but feel sore and tingling, and it was too late to withdraw.
"After we met, we didn't have time to ask about the situation. He went back to Shanghai? Has he really become your subordinate?"
Yue Dingtang heard Lao Yuan ask this.
"I work part-time as a consultant in the city police department. He is my assistant secretary. He sits in the office every day, and he doesn't have to go out to work or face a hail of bullets. He is very safe."
Lao Yuan glared: "Then he wasn't so badly injured this time!"
Yue Dingtang remembered that Ling Shu was injured several times before, and it seemed that they all fell when he was investigating the case with him.
"His temperament means he is lazy. If you let him rest, he can't rest."
As soon as Lao Yuan thought about it, he was helpless: "It's my fault, I shouldn't have dragged him in, but I need a helper, and there is really no reliable person around."
"I'll try not to let him get hurt again."
When he said this, only Yue Dingtang's volume could be heard.
And Ling Shu, who was dreaming in full swing, didn't know anything about the outside world.