86_86324 walked into the hotel, and there was a dead man sleeping at the simple bar, who must have been infected while on duty at night. At the corner of the bar is a staircase, and after two flights of stairs, you will see a narrow corridor lined with wooden doors.

Judging by the faint rancid smell inside, it was not very well run in the past, and not many people took care of it. It may also be that during the disease prevention period, no one dared to come out to sleep in the hotel, but the owner here still insisted on opening, which can be regarded as the conscience of the industry. That's fine, if I see a dead person lying on the bed I'm going to sleep in, or a corpse on the bed next to me, I'm going to kill you.

Uncle Wang turned on the flashlight and found that all the doors were locked, but we had time and didn't need to break them by force. Uncle Wang was not taboo about the dead, so he proposed to go to the bar downstairs to find the key. After a while, Uncle Wang came back with a few sets of keys. He opened the doors of the two rooms by the number on the key, and he was lucky that there was nothing disgusting in the room.

The three of us walked into a guest room, and after a few flashlights of the flashlight, we could see that the furnishings were extremely simple. The bed was covered with white sheets, a small TV, and a bathroom. But it's already very good, as long as I don't sleep on the floor anymore, I'm okay with it.

"You two can sleep here, I'll go next door." Uncle Wang walked out of the room as he spoke.

I lit a candle and placed it next to the TV, and the cramped room was almost lit by firelight. I unloaded my backpack, removed my gun, and fell to the bed. Duan Ke walked into the bathroom with a candle, I heard the sound of the faucet twitching, she should be trying to catch the water. She walked out disappointed a minute later, looking like she wasn't getting what she wanted.

Duan Ke put down the candle and lay down next to me.

I stroked Duan Ke's hair and chatted with her about trivial matters. After chatting, I looked at the time, and it was only past eight o'clock. After tossing and turning in bed for a while, I realized that I still couldn't sleep, probably because I had slept too long in the afternoon. I now feel that my life has suddenly crossed back from modern times to ancient times, and I have nothing to do at night, and I don't know how those ancient people used to spend their time at night.

Boredom, I decided to go to Uncle Wang for a while. I left my phone to Duan Ke to play and walked out the door.

It was pitch black outside, and I couldn't see anything in the hallway, which was a little creepy. I knocked on Uncle Wang's door, and it took him a long time before he agreed to me. It suddenly occurred to me that if it wasn't Uncle Wang who knocked on the door, but someone else who opened the door for me, how terrifying would it be?

Fortunately, after the door was opened, I recognized Uncle Wang in the darkness and dispelled my idea of scaring myself.

Uncle Wang was holding a cigarette in his hand, and it seemed that he was not sleeping.

"Can't sleep? Or are you looking for something with me? "Uncle Wang led me into the house and asked me.

"Can't sleep." I replied.

Uncle Wang sat down on the windowsill and handed me a pack of cigarettes. I pulled one out and lit it in my mouth.

"I can't sleep, so I want to come and listen to your story." I puffed out my cigarette and said to him.

"You said about being a soldier?"

"Yes."

"Okay, let me think." Uncle Wang paused, "I enlisted in the army in 77, and after the counterattack in 79, I was incorporated into the reconnaissance company during the Liangshan Wheel War. ”

"You're a scout?" I sat up straight and interjected.

"Yes."

"Isn't that mysterious?" I said, I remembered the image of the scout I saw in the movie, on a dark and windy night, a group of scouts lurking in the grass, suddenly jumped up, killed the enemy sentry, and then went straight to the enemy headquarters.

Uncle Wang shook his head, and then said to me, "I still don't know what to tell you. ”

I thought about it for a moment, and then said, "Let's talk about it backwards, let's start with the comrade-in-arms you rescued." ”

"Well," Uncle Wang thought for a moment, "after I came back from Vietnam that time, I was discharged from the army. Because we were killed and wounded, and we also had mental problems, our superiors let us be demobilized. I'm fine, nothing serious, it's just the comrade-in-arms I rescued, I haven't seen him since I was discharged from the army, and I heard that he went to the army's sanatorium. ”

"Never seen again?" I asked in surprise.

"Well, I've almost forgotten what he looks like. I only remember that his name was Wu Jianguo, and everyone in the class liked this guy very much, and I don't know what happened to him. ”

"Dead?"

"Probably not, he didn't have much injury on his body, but he had a mental problem. We both signed confidentiality agreements for that mission, so after he was sent to the nursing home, I couldn't contact him again. And we have been comrades-in-arms for so long, we have forgotten where we live. ”

"But now, whether he's dead or not, it's not certain." Uncle Wang added.

"Confidentiality treaty?" I asked in amazement, and my heart became more and more curious.

"Hmm."

"Why did you sign a confidentiality treaty?"

"Because there's something unclear in the mission."

"Can you tell me?" I asked tentatively.

Uncle Wang suddenly stopped our conversation, extinguished the cigarette butt, and couldn't see the expression on his face in the dark. It seems that there are bad memories of him in this story I want to hear.

The silhouette of Uncle Wang's thinking in the dark is like a silhouette on a windowsill.

After a gap of five minutes, I heard Uncle Wang's lips move, but he never spoke, and finally he said, "I don't read as much as you, and I can't speak a few words clearly, so you let me organize the language for a few days, and then I will tell you." ”

"Hmm." I quickly replied that I could hear that he didn't really want to recall those things, and Uncle Wang didn't answer me with silence, which was already considered to be giving me face.

"After so many years, I still can't open my mind when I think of them." Uncle Wang hid in the darkness and sighed, "Especially the squad leader who died for me, I want to go and offer him incense every year, but I don't even have his grave." ”

After Uncle Wang finished speaking, his eyes were moist, and the light reflected in the darkness was clearly visible.

Sure enough, he was a man with a story, I thought to myself. But I really didn't expect that such a strong Uncle Wang would cry, maybe I couldn't understand the feeling of life and death between comrades-in-arms. Regarding the content of that mysterious mission, Uncle Wang has politely rejected me twice, and if he doesn't take the initiative to talk about it in the future, I'm afraid I won't be able to hear it.

When I asked about the scars in Uncle Wang's heart, I felt very guilty. The conversation must not continue, so I got up and took my leave. Uncle Wang nodded at me and didn't say a word. I quickly returned to the next door and found that Duan Ke had already fallen asleep.

"What did you do?" Duan Ke heard me coming back, and asked me with sleepy eyes.

"Discuss things," I replied, and blew out the candles, "Sleep." ”

That night, I had a dream that I had become Uncle Wang when I was young, and my squad was surrounded by enemy regiments, and the squad leader rushed into the encirclement of the enemy army with a bundle of grenades in order to cover my breakthrough.

I don't know if Uncle Wang's "one life" means this.

The next day, we woke up early in the morning. Uncle Wang has regained his usual solemn appearance, and there is no shadow of last night's sighs and tears, and I wonder if I was wrong last night. I was embarrassed to tell him my dream, I felt bloody when I made this dream myself, Uncle Wang's experience will definitely not be so simple.

After a morning meal of mineral water and bread, we drove off again. Uncle Wang flipped through a few CDs in the car and put them into the car CD player to play them. The people who used to drive this car to deliver fish to the supermarket must not be too old, and the very rhythmic electronic music immediately sounded in the car, making the car look like a disco. Uncle Wang, on the other hand, in this kind of music that belongs to young people and has a strong sense of rhythm, holds the steering wheel with a stern face, which makes me laugh.

Although I'm not very interested in this kind of music, I can listen to it, and it's a lot more fun than yesterday. With this electronic music that is very discordant with the surrounding scenery, the pickup trucks drive through the rows of mountains and villages, and if it is not a beautiful scenery, at least the surrounding air is very good. The weather changes very quickly along the way, and sometimes before passing through the tunnel, the weather is still clear, and after passing through the tunnel, water droplets appear on the windshield.

Around 10 a.m., a lot of buildings started to appear on the roadside. Restaurants, supermarkets and other shops abound on both sides of the road, and I even saw a lot of commercial houses under construction. It's a lot busier than yesterday's little bazaar.

"Where is this?" I asked Uncle Wang.

"It's probably a small town, and I've never been here." Uncle Wang said.

Uncle Wang slowed down the car and looked out with his head over the steering wheel, as if looking for something. In order to block out the smell outside, I hurriedly closed the windows of the car. The pickup truck drove into the town and, ten minutes later, stopped at a fork in the road. Looking at the surrounding buildings, this should be the heart of the town.

"Look." Uncle Wang pointed to the windshield and said to us.

I looked out of the windshield and saw a street sign standing in front of us. On the road on the right, there are several place names written in front of it, and above the place name, the word "G318" is printed in white letters on a red background.

After seven or eight hours of driving, I finally got on the national highway.

"National Highway 318 in front of you?" I looked at the street sign and asked knowingly.

"Well," Uncle Wang said, gesturing, "If you go to the left, you will be able to go to the Sichuan-Tibet line, and if you go to the right, you will be able to go to Zhejiang." ”

"Sichuan-Tibet line?" Duan Ke suddenly interjected, "There is a classmate in our class who rode a bicycle to Tibet during the summer vacation, and it turns out that this is the road." ”

"It would be nice if your family was in Tibet," I said to Duan Ke with a smile, "and we could stop by and play in Tibet." ”

After a few words of exchange, we couldn't wait to hit the road again.

The side of the national highway is not as desolate as I imagined, there are man-made structures on the roadside from time to time, and villages and towns are next to each other. Although it is not prosperous, it can be seen that this national highway has brought the economy along the way to life, and it is really "to get rich, build roads first".

I was looking at the sheep grazing grass on the side of the road, wondering whether to take one away for dinner, when Uncle Wang in the front row was suddenly surprised, and then the speed of the car slowed down.

I turned my head to look ahead and saw a man standing in the middle of the road a few dozen meters away, walking towards us