My father died early, as if he died a few days after the return of the sunset, perhaps because of this, so Lao Hang remembered the sunset that day very clearly.

That's right, just like today's sunset, exactly the same.

Lao Han's nose was not sour, and he held the dagger in his hand tightly, waiting for the last moment to come.

Dad said that a man can't flick when he has tears, and he can't flick when he is sad, otherwise he won't be an iron-clad man, not a man with a handle, and he won't be worthy of his nickname.

Little hanger, this nickname was given to him by his father.

Why is it called a little hanger? The reason is simple. In the village, the local word 'hangzi' means little dingding for boys. If anyone's mother-in-law gives birth to a boy, they will say that they have added a hanger.

In front of Xiao Han, his mother gave birth to two sons, but one was born stillborn, and the other came down with his feet down first, and he was born with a lot of energy, and he died after two days.

Although poor, the old hanging is not easy to come by, like a treasure in the palm of your hand.

The children of poor families are also treasures.

"Hangzi! Our family has an extra hanger!" I heard from the village that on the day he was born, unlike the two brothers who died young, the old hanger's cry was loud, and his father was so excited that the whole village shouted: "Our family has an extra little hanger!"

Maybe the people in the city will say that Lao Han's father is patriarchal, yes, he is indeed patriarchal, two sons died in front of him, and the people in the village said that they were afraid that the family would have no queen, and his father was very sad, always squatting on the haystack to smoke, and smoking all afternoon.

"Without a son, it's not interesting to struggle in this life. This sentence almost became his mantra, and Lao Hang's mother wiped her tears very meekly, and nodded her head again and again, not knowing how many kowtows to the Bodhisattva.

Therefore, Lao Hang's healthy birth gave the family great hope. This kind of hope is primitive, and it can even be said to be vulgar, and after having a son is called having something, I think so.

In this way, the nickname of the little hanger was called, full of his father's pride and his mother's pride. The family was poor, and his father had nothing to leave him, so this nickname followed him from childhood to old hanging.

Swinging and long, the sunset reflects people's faces, although there are many mosquitoes on the river embankment, but it can't stop the beauty in the memory.

As long as there is time and the weather is good, Lao Han's father will always carry the young man on his shoulders like this, as if showing off, walking on the long river embankment. Since his father died, Lao Hang has never seen such a beautiful sunset.

Lao Hang also wondered, could the sunset when he was a child be particularly beautiful, just like the cucumber when he was a child was particularly sweet. Later, Lao Hang understood that without his father's sunset, it would no longer be the most beautiful sunset in his mind.

I thought I would never see such a beautiful sunset in my life, but now I see it.

Lao Hang raised his head and smiled at the sunset.

Maybe my father is waiting there, so there will be such a beautiful sunset. It's a pity that he didn't add to the family, and I don't know how to explain it after seeing my father. Thinking about it again, Bao Buqi let him beat him up.

"Have another big grandson!hahahaha. ”

Dad's hearty laughter lingered, and every time it would appear when Lao Hang was at his most desperate.

You have to live, you have to live, or the family will be broken.

Now...... After this was broken, I went to the underworld to see my father, and I was afraid that I would really be beaten. But thinking about it again, anyway, my father was reluctant to beat him, the only hanger in the family, the little hanger who was counting on him to inherit the lineage, he was reluctant to beat it.

Rumble......

There was a loud bang.

Lao Hang's body was in a ball, what was the feeling of being so close to the explosion point? The sky was really happening around him, and he could clearly feel the shaking of the ground, the stones flying up and bounce on his body, and screaming.

The screams were so short that they were almost inaudible, so that the old hanger couldn't tell whether he was screaming or the screams of the enemies.

Buzz Buzz......

The ears screamed loudly.

Is he still alive? Lao Hang only felt that it was very difficult to breathe, it was all sand, all blood, he stretched out his hand and touched the side, and touched a leg, which was probably blown up and poked his waist. He picked it up and threw the broken leg a little farther away.

No, if you can still move your hand, you are not dead.

Lao Hang's eyes were suddenly opened, the smoke around him was extremely powerful, and his eyes were so hot that tears flowed, instinctively made him close his eyes, but another force in his heart made him open his eyes strongly.

Aha!

I really didn't die!

Why do you use the word 'sure enough'?

First of all, although Lao Hang didn't read, he was smart, and he was extremely smart. He analyzed it, he analyzed it when he got off the bus and ran over, this explosion point was organized and arranged, what was the purpose?

The purpose was not to kill people, but to make the enemy suspicious, to misunderstand the government army, to make these people see that the international press station was not safe, and to arrange for them to go back to the villa area to sleep at night.

That's the purpose, so, there will definitely be a lot of movement, that is, the explosion will be loud, the smoke will be heavy, it will be heavier than usual.

And there is one purpose in this purpose: not to hurt the innocent.

If you don't hurt the innocent, then the intensity of the explosion will definitely not be very large, it is estimated that the old crane is eight meters away from the explosion point, even if it is five meters, you can live if you don't do it.

Of course, these are just Lao Han's analysis, and he doesn't know what it will actually be.

Take a gamble.

Anyway, it's a cheap life, even if it's blown up, it's worth it, it's a good thing.

My father also said that cheap lives are hard, is it true?

Sure enough, my father was not wrong.

"Little hanger, you see, these grasses by the river, lowly are low, useless is useless, but their lives are hard, you burn it, and it will grow in the next year. This person must be like grass, his life is not in the way, his life is hard, and it is good to live for a long time. ”

My father didn't read, he didn't know how to use flowery language, and he didn't understand any big truths. Lao Hang didn't know if his father's words were right, but he listened to them anyway and understood.

Now it seems that the father was right.

Lao Hang opened his eyes and looked around, and after making sure that he was not dead, Lao Hang wanted to grin wildly, but his chest was choking badly, and not being able to laugh was on the one hand, on the other hand, now is not the time to laugh.

If you don't know if you are killed, you have to make up for a few knives.

He braced himself and tried to stand up, but found that he couldn't stand up, and his legs were as if he was unconscious. At this time, he suddenly thought of the broken leg that he had just touched and was thrown aside by him, and his face changed, could it be that the broken leg was his own?!

I was a little panicked, and in the thick smoke, I saw a black muzzle, aimed at me.

Sure enough, there were still enemies who did not die.

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