"You and your partner will never get out if you just walk......"

The wild man's voice was rough and powerful, and he saw the sharp knife cut through the cooked meat slices, and a smell from meat suddenly filled the surroundings, and the rock wall that should have been cold seemed to be full of warmth, and the only fire in the entire cave came from that special and warm bonfire.

The bamboo skewers pass through the mutton, the delicious gravy suddenly flows out, and there is a certain degree of bright red at the edges, and the long-term grilling ensures the absolute taste, and the just right amount of heat is combined with the beauty of this direct nerve, which is enough to be called a complete color, flavor, and flavor.

Luo Qingxuan glanced at the bonfire, slowly leaned against the wall and gasped, a kind of loneliness and loneliness came to his heart at this moment, his legs were unconsciously together, his left hand protected the half-exposed shoulder, and his right hand took out the steel gun with great achievements very casually.

The advantage of physical fitness made Luo Qingxuan quickly recover, and she gradually began to adjust her breathing, which was still rapid, and even calmed her anxiety as much as possible.

At the same time, she raised her head to look at the wild man, and found the oil painting hanging on the wall, and a work of art that could be called an excellent work of art quickly appeared in front of Luo Qingxuan's eyes.

After straightening the ends of her hair and letting the breeze caress her cheeks, she stood up a little lazily and stared at the hanging painting.

The paintings are sharply abstract, and the various colors seem to be stacked messily, and the painting is very even, which makes people feel that they are scattered.

"Very beautiful......

Luo Qingxuan whispered, coughed unconsciously, and his empty hands clenched into strong fists again, as if he had the strength to get up and fight at any time.

The gentle voice gradually spreads into the depths of the cave, forming a wonderful echo, deep and long.

About 5 minutes later, Luo Qingxuan got up and went to the bonfire, but he didn't get too close, he just leaned against the cold rock wall and reflected on himself, the huge hanging painting above his head was red by the bonfire, Luo Qingxuan blinked, slightly relieved his tired eyes, and there was still a little blood stain left by the battle on his nose.

With a long breath of cold air, he looked at the savage who was eating mutton with relish, and was a little depressed, but he looked at the mutton more often.

Her stomach growled non-stop, but because of her identity and responsibilities, she was really embarrassed to ask for a piece of meat.

"Hungry... Soldiers aren't iron-clad, are they... You have to eat. ”

The savage talked while eating, but he didn't mean to take the initiative to deliver meat, but instead gave Luo Qingxuan a feeling of acquiescing to his meal.

Luo Qingxuan shook her head, and did not accept this acquiescence that she understood, looking at the dilapidated bedside table, which aroused Luo Qingxuan's memory to a certain extent, but more importantly, the photo on the dilapidated bedside table.

"That's? Your daughter? ”

Luo Qingxuan asked with a smile, only to see that the wild man suddenly became serious, then nodded, and scanned everything around with his peripheral vision.

"Yes, she is, but I don't want to tell her that I picked her up."

The wild man whispered, threw down the bones and walked to the bedside table, picked up the photo and patted the soil on it, a warm feeling spread in the wild man's heart, and then, taking it in his hand and studying it carefully, he put it on the bedside table after learning that he smiled.

"You must be happy."

The gentle tone seeped into the savage's ears, and she made an extremely templated smirk at the savage, which although it looked perfect, was actually not real, and had a distinctly contrived, performative feeling.

Stretching his waist, Luo Qingxuan knew that the wild man would not send him away without ensuring his safety, so he calmed down and observed everything around him, learning to have fun in suffering as much as possible.

"The war made you lose your original girlhood, you learned to be strong and optimistic, but you never dared to recall crying and explosions......"

The savage did not know when he began to read the poems, and his voice was rough and powerful, vivid and lively, and his sentences seemed to contain his own different views on war.

Smooth, fluent, and emotional, these are all important markers for judging whether reading aloud is good or bad, but the voice that comes out of the wild man's mouth is full of magnetism and strong feelings, and from time to time it reads tear-jerking, and from time to time it reads impassioned, like a roller coaster up and down.

"Where is your daughter?"

Luo Qingxuan listened, and when the recitation performance of this generous statement was over, he reluctantly asked, and shook his head involuntarily.

"In the militia...... It's been a long time since I heard from you. ”

At this point, the wild man finally sat down on the stake, his face was so red that he had to take a few breaths to speak.

"Well—if the village hadn't been gone, I wouldn't have been a savage, and I also have a daughter and a son."

It seems that he should be a very good senior intellectual who speaks Chinese so fluently, because Tu Cun fell into this dark cave.

Hearing this, Luo Qingxuan didn't know how to continue to answer, so he could only put on a serious posture and continue to listen.

"The enemy's tank came, the eldest son was wrapped in a ** bag, and the second daughter washed her clothes until her skin festered."

The savage paused, looked out the window at the windswept grass, and said:

"The eldest son did not come back, and the village simply disposed of his disheveled body, admittedly, there was no explosion, and the machine gun shattered his chest."

When the savage said these words, his flat tone, natural and easy-going face, did not even reflect a kind of regret and despair, but more like an alternative outsider.

"Second daughter...... was captured and captured, and the whole village was surrounded in a big house that night, and the fire was very strong, and everyone was in pain, but the second daughter was arrested and never returned. ”

Plain and easy-going, natural and kind, he seems to yearn for poetry and distance, but he is also patriotic.

"My lover went crazy and died in the end, I carried her on my back, walked more than 20 kilometers on foot, and was rescued by the People's Liberation Army when I was exhausted, and that's how I got here."

This sad story is almost impossible in the eyes of any ordinary person, and even Luo Qingxuan doesn't know what is supporting her from being overwhelmed by the waves of reality.

"Under your bed, it's her, I'm going to wait for my third daughter to come back, and then start a new life. Until then, I didn't want to leave. ”