Zhong Jia did the last step of setting up the tent, Xiao Douban had already lit firewood outside the tent, the water pot on the firewood was boiling, Xiao Douban opened the instant noodles and put them in, and then opened a few bottles of ready-to-eat cans and beer with knives......

The golden red fire shadow danced gracefully on Xiao Douban's face, and Zhong Jia looked at her, a little fascinated.

"This kind of picnic feels so good!" Xiao Douban said suddenly.

Zhong Jia came back to his senses, sat next to Xiao Douban, smiled, and said, "It's so rich." ”

Xiao Douban smiled bitterly, and the two small dimples made a low-key and beautiful arc on his face.

Zhong Jia took the bowl brought by Xiao Douban, it was hot, and it was very warm in this cold night.

At night, the cold was approaching, Xiao Douban fell asleep in the tent, Zhong Jia covered her with a thin quilt a little tighter, and quietly admired her beautiful face for a while. For Xiao Douban, Zhong Jia has been a long-time customer, and has become a frequent customer of Colourful Bar, but her attitude towards him is always joking and not serious at all, so Zhong Jia has no chance to pretend, I don't know why she suddenly brought him here on a whim, maybe he is the so-called right person in her mouth.

Zhong Jia stepped out of the tent and added some firewood to make the fire beat more vigorously in the dark grass.

Hanalu lay beside Zhongjia and slept peacefully, as well-behaved as his pet.

"Guo Yang, Guo Yang come with me!" Zhong Jia heard a woman's voice, looked for prestige, and saw a pavilion figure walking slowly towards the river in the thin moonlight.

Zhong Jia was startled, worried that she was going to commit suicide, so she quickly ran over.

The woman wore a plain plain skirt of the Republic of China, standing in the water in the wind, rippling with tenderness. She turned her head and looked at Zhong Jia with a tender smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Ling Wei?" Zhong Jia couldn't help but say her name, it was a woman who was willing to depend on her for life and death.

Ling Wei walked towards the depths of the water, the deeper and deeper, Zhong Jia hurriedly walked over, waded into the water, and walked towards her with difficulty in the water.

"Ling Wei—" Zhong Jia called out to her anxiously.

The light and shadow of the moon were cast over, and Zhong Jia blinked in a blink of an eye, and Ling Wei was gone.

"Ling Wei—" Zhong Jia shouted, looking around, only to find himself standing in a mountain stream.

Coming out of the bomb shelter, Guo Yang, who had walked a long way, was dressed in rags, with a tired face, rolled up his trousers, soaked his naked feet in the water, and leaned over to wash his body of dirt.

In the water that swayed with the breeze, he seemed to see Wanhua's face, the innocent woman dressed in a blood-stained white dress.

**I don't know where the news came from, when the anti-Japanese army moved to Haifeng, Lufeng and Huifeng, it suddenly surrounded it from all sides, and the heads of the people who were densely brushed regularly chased and intercepted the two teams of remnants who had fallen into hunger and cold due to the hurry, and they were tired, and the momentum was like a wolf and a tiger.

Commander Ling gave an order, and thousands of people raised their guns and charged into battle in high spirits.

The two armies couldn't catch up, so they had to fight hard, Guoyang was the captain of one of the armies, and he couldn't save many battlefield brothers even if he tried his best, and in the end he was killed and wounded countless times, and he didn't know whether he was dead or lying on the ground full of corpses.

When he woke up, he was sleeping in an air-raid shelter, his body was covered with flesh wounds, and there was a young female military doctor beside him, covered in blood in white clothes, Guoyang was shocked, thinking that she was seriously injured, and immediately walked to her side to prepare for rescue.

Guo Yang patted the female military doctor's face lightly, she had some reactions, coughed a few times, saw that she had some reactions, and shouted a few more times: "Miss......" She gradually opened her eyes and woke up.

"Where are we?" asked the female military doctor's faint voice.

Guoyang looked around and said helplessly: "I can only say that I am still alive!"

The female military doctor listened to Guoyang's humorous answer and smiled far-fetchedly.

"I'll go out and find something to eat and drink! Rest for the night, and I'll leave tomorrow and make plans when I get out of here." Guo Yang said.

The female medic smiled and nodded.

Guo Yang walked a long way to see a stream, took a few sips, then looked for a vessel that could hold water, and saw an old military kettle floating in the water, seeing that the water bottle was about to float away with the waves, Guo Yang didn't think about it, jumped down with a "bang", swam to the kettle with all his might, and finally picked it up.

He filled a jug full of water and smiled happily, his first thought being the poor female medic.

He dragged his wet clothes and picked up a few spark stones by the stream, dug up some vegetable roots in the mountains, walked quickly to the side of the bomb shelter and picked up some dry branches on the ground......

When he arrived at the bomb shelter, Guo Yang's clothes were already half dry, but the female military doctor still saw it and asked strangely, "Did you fall into the water?"

"No!" Guo Yang covered up, and said while lighting a fire, "I was so excited to see the water that I accidentally stepped into the air." ”

The female medic was silent and looked at him gratefully.

Guoyang began to make a fire and boil water.

He didn't want to say it, he definitely didn't want her to worry, so she didn't have to ask, and she was moved.

Thin but fierce flames danced gently in the bomb shelter, and the "crackling trumpet" seemed to be singing.

The two sat across from each other, talking warmly.

"What's your name?"

"Wanhua, what about you?"

"Guoyang. ”

"Do you have any plans?" Wanhua asked.

Guoyang looked at her seriously, her face was beautiful and innocent, her temperament was calm, and she was a mature woman who didn't look like she was tall.

"I have to return to the team, I have important tasks, and if I don't fall down for a day, I have to go back to complete my responsibilities. Guo Yang said, full of blood.

"The man's sense of responsibility is really strong, and the country is so good to have you! What about me, since my team has dispersed, it was originally a team that was going to be dispersed back, I want to go home, I miss my mother, I miss my father, I miss my brothers and sisters. Wanhua's eyes were full of homesickness, and he said sadly: "My brother and brother have gone to join the army, I don't know if there is a chance to meet again." ”

"You can't think too much in troubled times. Guo Yang sighed and said, "I said it to myself."

"Where is your hometown?" Wanhua asked.

Guo Yang thought for a while and replied: "China !!" This is not a joke, he said it very seriously, his identity cannot be publicized, in a land full of invading troops, China is his hometown.

Wanhua didn't want to ask any more questions, so he was silent and let his time go to waste.

"There is a chance to meet again. ”

Guoyang's empty promise to the future, endless sadness crossed the hearts of the two.

The fire was warm, and the two slept with each other unconsciously.

Before dawn, Guoyang had already woken up, and Wanhua was still asleep.

Guoyang moved Wanhua gently, stood up and loosened his bones, looked back at her, and suddenly felt a sour feeling in his heart. is about to part, and the feelings that have the opportunity to sprout have to be buried, and in the troubled times, there are destined to be many beautiful things passing by.

He picked a large leaf on the ground, found a small branch, tore it a few times to give it a pointed tip, and then leaned the leaf against the uneven wall, carefully carving the words.

A parting poem

No name and no words

A polite word

There is no paper, but there are words

separate

It's an unspeakable pain

Sad

There's no need to disguise it

hope

A letter of longing

Hold it on your mind

Never lost

expect

The fire of longing

Burning in the heart

Never extinguished

Guoyang gently put the leaf in Wanhua's hand, looked at her seriously for a while, and engraved her pure and beautiful appearance in his heart, hoping that he would never forget it for the rest of his life, and hoped that one day he would meet again.

In the morning light, the muddy and crooked path overgrown with weeds, Guoyang's back is getting smaller and smaller in Wanhua's eyeliner, Wanhua's hand is holding the leaf that holds his thoughts, and his heart is full of sadness.