I said, "It's better to talk less."

Mench said, "Gotta get it, I'll shut up."

I wanted to wait for Ban Yan to come back and train him, but he didn't come back until dawn.

I just went to sleep. At noon the next day, I had just gotten up. There was a knock on the door. is a drummer in a band of the Southern Lights. He said to me, "You know that skinny, short kid, I've seen you and Mench go to the Southern Lights before." That kid has already drunk almost two cases of wine, and you don't care about it? ”

I was surprised: "Huh?" And then go right away. Naturally, Mench followed.

On the way I asked, "How did you know our address?"

The drummer said, "I didn't believe it at first when he was drunk, but he drank more and more, so I could only believe it."

It didn't take long for us to reach the Southern Lights. The crowd in the Southern Lights was densely packed together, and I finally managed to squeeze to the front. Sure enough, it was around Ban Yan.

He held an empty bottle as a guitar and frantically tagged his hair, imagining himself to be a rock guitarist. The body swayed and spun around as if it had been electrocuted. Roaring in his mouth.

Seeing this scene, I didn't dare to approach him. Later, I prepared it a little. It was about to take the first step, and he suddenly stopped, and then went even crazier. He kept smashing the finished bottles, and when he was done, he opened some of the unopened bottles, drank them, and then slammed them very hard against the floor. The crumbs of the bottle flew in all directions as Ban was smashed in anger, driving the crowd away a lot.

When Pangyu was about to drink the eighth bottle. I couldn't stand it anymore, but I didn't dare to get closer, so I said to Mench, "You have to think of a way."

Mench said, "Uh...... Wait a little longer. ”

Soon. When he drank the twelfth bottle, he naturally shook it off. Then he walked under a pillar and suddenly knelt down, and his hands were grasped by the pillar higher than his head, and his head was lowered. His head suddenly lifted, and then slammed into the pillar with a sound like thunder. I couldn't take it anymore. Immediately ran over, and Menchi also ran over to help Ban Mo up with me.

I know it's supposed to be the wail of loss.

Ban Yan laughed for a few seconds, pounded his hands on the floor, then raised and pounded again. He cried out loudly, "I'm a slut! Nothing but being enslaved by others! You really don't deserve to have this kind of damn courage, ahhh ”

He shouted, in pain, in despair, resigned to his fate, regretted, and pounded the floor desperately.

Ban Yan's hands were broken. But his voice seems to be the incorruptible body of King Kong, and he keeps shouting. I couldn't stand it, but I couldn't help it, so I anxiously asked Menqi: "You want to think of a way!" What are you doing standing still? ”

Menchi sighed and said to me indifferently: "Just let him be like this, if he cries once, how can he really laugh once?" Bear with me. ”

I reluctantly said, "This ...... Eh, it's annoying! ”

Ban Yan went crazy for a night, and then he fell asleep tired and ended the farce. We were carrying the bus home, and we couldn't find a taxi at this time. I'm in a frustrated mood. Seeing that I was so upset, Mench said to me, "I have an idea, but it's dangerous and very expensive. But I think it should work well, do you want to try it? ”

I said, "Tell me, what a bad idea."

Mench said, "Go on a trip."

I said, "There's an egg for traveling?"

"This trip was not so comfortable, we were going to a frontline city," Mench said.

I said, "Huh? You're looking for death! ”

"That's why I said it's very dangerous," Mench said.

I asked, "Then you say that the effect is good, on what basis?"

Menchi said: "He just lost a person with a relatively large psychological status, and he became like this bird, think about it, it is a time of war, how many people have lost their loved ones?" Let him go to the frontline cities to see how many people have lost relatives, lovers and friends, and let him know how small his loss is. ”

I said, "Aren't there a lot of refugees in the Southern Lights who have been evacuated from the frontline cities in the north?" Just ask them. ”

Mench said, "No, it doesn't work in the slightest. To see is to believe. A tragedy without tears is a comedy. ”

I looked at Ban's haggard face, thought for a moment, and said to Mench, "Okay, just do it, pack up when you get home, and go buy a train ticket right away."

Mench said, "Then we should pray that we will come back alive."

After packing up for a few hours, we ignored Donsi's opposition and began to head to the front-line city of Borata.

When we arrived at the train station, there weren't many people buying tickets, because we were in the rear, and the station was basically full of refugees running from the front.

In two days, the entry of passenger transport was stopped, because the enemy army was preparing to attack the city of Teklia, which was only 160 kilometers away from Borata.

We're ready to board the bus.

The train to Borata had only six cars because there were so few people going. What fool would go to a front-line city that is about to be attacked.

Got on the train and we found our seats. I looked at the information on the ticket and arrived in Borata five days later. It's still ten minutes before the train starts.

Shortly after the start of the car, Menchi and Ban Mo fell asleep. Because we were all sitting in the same three-person seat, I was by the window again, Ban Yan was leaning against Menchi, and Menchi was leaning against me.

There was only one person sitting across from us. She was a young woman. Judging by the dress, it is not rich.

I couldn't sleep all the time.

I still can't sleep at night. I was bored and looked out the window at the scenery. The couch is so black that I can't even see a lamp, and I can't see any scenery.

I looked at the young woman in boredom. She couldn't sleep either. Instead, there was a smile and anticipation on his face.

I couldn't help but ask her, "Miss, what are you doing in Borata?"

To my surprise, she replied politely, "I'm going to find my boyfriend to complete our wedding, and he hasn't proposed to me yet."

It's obviously a war year, why are there still so many couples? I asked, "Is your boyfriend a soldier?"

"That's right, he's a battalion commander," she said. He was just promoted, because he made a meritorious service in the last battle, but he was injured, and this time he recovered, and he is going to the battlefield again. I was afraid that we would never see each other again after this battle, so I rushed over to marry him. Even if he dies, I will widow him! ”

I somehow think she's stupid, but it's a little pitiful.

She asked me, "What about you?" What are you doing in Borata? ”

I said, "Visit family."

She said, "Huh? Visiting family in a frontline city? ”

I said, "It's just to pick up a relative, it's inconvenient for him to come back."

She said, "That's right."