Here's a few carts of corpses! The coarse sack is their body bag! It is conceivable that they were once lively beings, but now they are unbreathing, unconscious corpses, stuffed into sacks like piles and bundles of goods. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info don't know if their fate is a mass grave or a corpse furnace! The last time they saw the sun rise, did they expect to say goodbye to the world and to their families forever?

Those wooden carts were so close that Rong Ziyi seemed to be able to smell the rusty blood and the rotten stench of the unique corpse. Rong Ziyi shook his head hard, controlling his wild imagination. He suddenly felt a wave of nausea for no reason, and he was almost about to vomit, so he quickly took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth. Ryoko Fukada noticed his snow-white face, and instead of speaking, she pulled him into the building quickly. However, although that terrifying scene was no longer in front of him, the sound of the bones of the wheels still kept coming, constantly crushing Rong Ziyi's nerves.

"It's a real shame." Rong Ziyi said a little weakly. It was the first thing he could say after resting in Ryoko Fukada's office for a while and drinking a cup of hot water. "I'm sorry." He muttered. His lips were bloodless, and his cheekbones tinged with a sickly pale. He held the glass of water in both hands, his head hanging slightly, and the steaming from the hot water in the cup cast a mist on his glasses.

"There's nothing to apologize for." Ryoko Fukada said from the bottom of her heart: "The first time I saw this, I behaved even worse. I couldn't eat, I was sick for days, I had a fever and talked nonsense. But you see, I didn't make it through. ”

"They...... Who are they? ”

Ryoko Fukada shrugged her shoulders and said indifferently, "It's just a ...... A victim of war, worthless. ”

Rong Ziyi nodded, and the hand holding the water cup clenched tighter. His slender fingers were crossed together, and his green tendons bulged, as if it had taken all his strength to hold the cup, which was only three or two heavy.

"Rongsang has always been far away from the war environment, and has not yet felt the cruelty of war. If you're in the middle of it, you'll find that it's nothing. Ryoko Fukada got up and poured herself a glass of water. Although her voice was low and soft, her tone did not fluctuate in the slightest: "Six years ago, I went to Harbin to visit my father. The bitter cold weather in Northeast China is unimaginable for people like you, who have always lived in the south. I was wearing a military coat and a cotton hat, and even though I was in a closed compartment, I still felt cold, and I could speak with a sense of breath. But looking out the window at the snowy landscape and the vast expanse of the land, my mood is happy. At that time, my father was engaged in intelligence work in Harbin, and it was not very close to the real battlefield, so it should have been relatively safe. However, before reaching the destination, the unexpected happened. ”

Ryoko Fukada's voice was so flat and unwavering, as if she was telling about the smallest thing in the world, so small that it was not even worth mentioning, and this incident did not happen to her: "The military train I was riding in stopped because the train tracks were dismantled. There was no choice but to send soldiers to urgently repair it. At that time, there were more than a dozen military family members on that train who had come to China to visit relatives like me. We've never seen snow so thick before, and we're all curious. So, I was very happy to have a chance to get out of the car and play in the snow together. ”

Speaking of this, Ryoko Fukada shuddered. She tightened the collar of her military uniform and continued to speak in this calm tone: "As a result, we have stepped into the trap of the enemy! Shots rang out! The shot was so close that I almost thought I was deaf. After that, all the sounds seemed to come from far away, and there was a booming noise. I saw with my own eyes a sister who was still smiling at me with a hole in her head. Where it used to be the eye, only a hole in a black hole remained. She let go of my hand, blood spurting from her head. It is no exaggeration to say that the blood was like a hot fountain that could spew far and onto the snow, and most of it was sprayed on my body, face, and even mouth. ”

Caught in the memory, she tilted her head slightly, her eyes stared at a place that didn't exist, her eyes were motionless, but they appeared to be a color darker than ink: "Rongsang, how many people do you know have tasted the taste of fresh human blood?" It's that hot, fishy, salty taste. I threw up and vomited everything in my stomach. Then I was thrown into the icy snowdrift by the soldiers protecting me, and I was lying on top of my own vomit. Rong Sang, seriously, from now on, there is nothing to disgust me. I was going crazy. In front of my eyes was the corpse of that sister, and her face with a black hole. That's when my finger touched the soldier's holster. Without even thinking about it, he pulled out his pistol and opened fire on the enemy! Ryoko Fukada shook her head and smiled bitterly: "I don't think I really shot anything, but the recoil of the bullet almost made the gun go out." But I still shot and shot until I ran out of bullets. If there had been a row of men standing in front of me and asking me to shoot, I don't think I would have hesitated in the slightest. I'll shoot one and kill everybody. I'm really crazy! I felt that if I didn't kill someone, I would definitely be killed by someone else! I'm going to hell, but I'm going to bury all of them with me! ”

"Terrible, isn't it? So you see......" Ryoko Fukada turned to Rong Ziyi, and her voice brought out some emotion, containing a sense of sadness and advice: "People who have experienced life and death in war are qualified to be indifferent and cruel. Now I can't touch my nerves even if the horrific and tragic scene is. Rongsang, in today's world, we can't escape war. And war is destined to fight to the death. After going through war, you will find yourself a completely different person, and it makes you strong, but it also makes you callous and insensitive. We can't say whether it's fortunate or unfortunate, we don't have a choice anyway. ”

Rong Ziyi was silent for a long time before asking, "If there is a choice, what will happen to Ryoko?" ”

"I'd rather go back to the way things were." Ryoko Fukada replied without thinking.

"Back to the little girl in the pink kimono?" Rong Ziyi teased with some unclear meaning.

Ryoko Fukada's face showed a rare shyness: "I hope time will always stop at that moment: in Tokyo during the cherry blossom season, I sit under the tree, and the flowers are falling. Father carries a food basket, and you carry a pile of books. You are talking and laughing as you come to me...... I'll never forget that scene. That was my happiest time. ”

"But we can't go back." Rong Ziyi's voice was full of sadness: "We are at the mercy of fate and have come to our current position, becoming you and me at this moment!" We are destined to be in the middle of war, from which no one can withdraw, from which we cannot stay out. Fate is so, willingly or unwillingly. Because as you said, the choice is never in your hands or mine. Rong Ziyi beat his spirit and stood up: "I'm really bad, I want to apologize again." Originally, I came in high spirits to fulfill my promise to invite you to a big meal. But now it seems that I'm afraid I'll ruin your appetite again. We'll make another appointment another day. ”

"Do you need to take another break?" Ryoko Fukada asked with concern.

"Nope. I'm going to go back and take a hot bath, drink some wine, maybe get myself drunk, and try to forget about the day. Rong Ziyi said: "Of course, except for the help you gave me. He gave Ryoko Fukada a polite smile and said goodbye to her: "However, I will definitely come again!" ”