Chapter 3 Shannan Shanbei (1st Upper)

"Zhang Xiaochuber, were you angry with me last night. I thought you were going to come and ask me, and waited for you all night with the lights on! ”

"Zhang Xiaopang'er, I really didn't tell you those words last night at the behest of my brother. Do you remember those words? People, people really like to be with you! ”

"Zhang Xiaopang'er, do you like me too?"

"Zhang Xiaochuber, if the wound on my face falls into a scar, will you still like me?!"

"Zhang Xiaochuber, why are you crying? Don't cry, I don't hurt at all! ”

"Zhang Xiaochuber, hold me tight, hold me tight, don't let go, don't let go......."

When that nightmare morning came to an end, Zhang Songling had already climbed an entire mountain. The chaotic gunshots behind me could no longer be heard, and the classmates didn't know which direction they were running. Only Peng Weiwei, snuggled in his arms, kept talking to him, so as to fight against the heavier and heavier sleepiness!

Quite the opposite of what happened when the two of them just got acquainted. This time, Zhang Songling listened most of the time, and only when he had to respond, did he interject in a dumb voice. As if she wanted to show everything about herself to Zhang Songling, Peng Weiwei told him all the things in her past. Including his mother, he actually has no name in the Peng family, and Peng Xuewen is the only one among all half-siblings who treats himself as a relative, and he said it to Zhang Songling intermittently. "Zhang Xiaopang'er, don't blame my brother! He was spoiled by my father since he was a child, and he wanted to be the best in everything. He's actually, he's not really bad! ”

"I don't blame, I don't blame, you don't fall asleep! Vivi, hold on for a few more minutes, hold on for a few more minutes. I'm about to hit the road, I'll take you to the doctor, I'll take you to the doctor! Zhang Songling held back tears and responded loudly. Don't sleep, I won't let you sleep! Open your eyes, open your eyes—"

"You open your eyes, you open your eyes—"

"Don't sleep, don't sleep, look, look, your brother is here. Your brother is here! ”

"You don't want to sleep——!"

"Ahh

The road is already close at hand. The one in his arms fell asleep forever. Between the frowning eyebrows, there was a faint anxiety. As if he was really worried that the injury on his face would not be healed well, he would be abandoned by Zhang Songling.

Zhang Songling was unwilling to let go like this, hugged Peng Weiwei's body, and continued to stumble forward. From morning to noon, and from noon to sunset. On the way, I passed through several small villages with only a dozen or so households, trying to find someone to ask where the doctor was and what direction the nearest county seat was. But no one would give him guidance, but instead the ragged villagers took up their sticks and pitchforks, as if they were guarding against the plague, and blocked their doors, their faces full of vigilance.

Zhang Songling didn't have the energy to compete with these people, hugged Peng Weiwei, and continued to stumble forward. It wasn't until the person in his arms was already as cold as a ball of ice that he slowly stopped.

It was already late at night, and he didn't know how far he had come down this day. I don't know where I am at this moment? Looking around, I only saw a rather majestic mountain and an endless sea of forests. At the foot of the mountain is the road where you came. There was no sign of the carriage on it, and there was no human sound in the air.

In this place with beautiful mountains and rivers, it seems that it is also a good idea to stay with Peng Weiwei for a long time! With a bit of madness, he found a sunny hillside and dug two dirt pits side by side with his fingers and branches, one of which was put into Peng Weiwei, who would never feel pain again, and the other was ready to be kept for himself. When the last handful of earth covered Peng Weiwei's tomb, he suddenly didn't want to die. Holding his knees with his hands, he cried loudly at the lonely grave in front of him.

He hated, hated those people who were ambushed near the train station this morning, insidious and cruel, and actually fired black shots at a group of unarmed students! He hated, hated Peng Xuewen for messing around, delaying the trip of the Blood Flower Society, and pushing everyone into the trap step by step! He hated, hated Fang Guoqiang and insisted on going to Beiping, causing everyone to get up early in the morning to catch up with some military train! He hated, hated Zhou Jue for not taking responsibility, he could have made everyone turn around and go back to the south with a single sentence, but it was so complicated! He hated, hated Tian Qingyu, who had a lot of baggage, obviously the train line had been broken, but he went to find some carriage and horse dealers! He hated, hated everyone he had met in the recent past, and even more so himself!

If he had been more daring last night, he would have taken the initiative to go to Peng Weiwei to question. The two of them will not ignore each other for a whole night and a morning, so that they will be left with eternal regrets! If he had taken the initiative to jump out to Fang Guoqiang before Peng Weiwei spoke, saying that he would turn around and go south, there would have been no misunderstanding between the two sides at all! If he hadn't jumped out of guilt and took the initiative to help his classmates in the north carry their luggage, maybe others wouldn't have seen him off at the train station! If he heard the gunshot this morning, he was not so frightened that his legs couldn't move, but like Zhou Jue, he bravely opened his arms to block the flames of the muzzle, perhaps, Peng Weiwei would not be injured, let alone die! If......

What has already happened, no if!

The deceased are gone, but the living have an extra responsibility on their shoulders. Avenge them and pay their blood debt! It's actually obvious who the enemy is. When the events of the two consecutive days were pushed backwards, Qin Degang's figure was about to come out.

Only he knew that everyone would be waiting for the train that didn't exist this morning. Only he can mobilize such a great force near Huluyu. The Blood Flower Society was careful along the way, and never offended anyone, except for the Qin family and the Japanese devils! Perhaps, the Qin family has long been in collusion with the Japanese devils, and is ready to stab the 29th Army in the back at any time!

What "the son does not hide from the father", what "hate not to go to the front line", fake, all fake. From the very beginning, that person was ready to put the Blood Flower Society to death! Looking backwards, this person's tricks are actually very simple, and there are flaws almost everywhere. But everyone believed in his patriotic enthusiasm wishfully at that time, and stepped into the trap set by this person with wishful thinking, and they were still grateful in their hearts!

When the sun rose again in the east, the tears on Zhang Songling's face had dried up. He picked a few bouquets of dewy wildflowers and planted them in front of Peng Weiwei's grave, and he bowed his head deeply again, once, twice, three times. Then, with his head raised, he strode out of the mountain.

Almost overnight, his eyes turned cold. It no longer carries the clarity and naivety that is characteristic of young people, but is replaced by a very deep coldness. Like a lone wolf crawling out of a pile of corpses, ready to jump up at any moment and bite the throat of his opponent.

In the past, classmates from the Blood Flower Club once complained, saying that he only had the pride of making achievements in his eyes, but he did not hate. And now, if anyone were willing to look closely into his eyes, he would find that the hatred was as deep as the waters under the Arctic ice. When he fled into the woods near the train station with Peng Weiwei in his arms, Zhang Songling also saw another group of people with guns in the woods. At that time, he was only concerned about running for his life, and he didn't have time to think about it. Looking back now, it suddenly dawns on those people that they must have been part of the trap as well. There were a few of them, he seemed to have met at the Peace Hotel, and they used to be dressed as waiters. Although he changed into a different outfit in the woods, his body shape and temperament could not be changed.

"I'm going to Beiping and report what happened in Huluyu to Song Zheyuan's people. Tell him that there are traitors behind the 29th Army, and let him pull out this tumor as soon as possible! At a three-way intersection at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the direction, Zhang Songling pulled out his legs and began to walk north. After walking a few miles, he began to hesitate again, "What if Song Zheyuan really colluded with the Japanese invaders and plotted for autonomy in North China as Peng Xuewen said?!" What if he won't believe me? What if the person surnamed Qin colluded with the insiders of the 29th Army, so that I couldn't report the situation at all? Will someone kill me? Could it be that Huluyu is a hidden pile of Song Zheyuan, otherwise why does the military column keep elsewhere and just add coal and water here.......

Having escaped from a death trap just now, Zhang Songling now easily couldn't trust anyone. He must learn his lesson and be careful in order to avoid a repeat of yesterday morning's mistakes. He had to watch carefully, observing every word and action of everyone around him, even if they looked like Maitreya Buddha in the temple, even if they wore countless halos on their heads and had a good reputation that was praised by the whole world.

As he planned for the future, he neglected to observe the movements around him. So much so that a cloth bag suddenly fell from the sky, and it didn't come back to its senses in time.

"Got it, got it!" The scenery in front of me suddenly disappeared, followed by cheers in my ears.

"Tie up, tie up, and give it to the big boss. We've got a little jap! There was no room for him to react, and the sudden crowd cheered and pressed him to the ground, tying his hands and feet firmly together with ropes.

"I'm not a Jap, I'm not a Jap!" Zhang Songling hurriedly defended himself loudly, but no one believed it. Struggling hard, my wrists and ankles immediately hurt like knives. It was a pig's trotter buckle, and he, who had seen a butcher kill a pig near his home, quickly gave up the unrealistic plan of breaking free from the bondage. The pig's trotter buckle will only struggle tighter and tighter, and there is no need for him to ask for trouble until the situation is clear.

"Uncle, big brother, I'm really not a Japanese devil. I'm Chinese, I'm a student! "I felt like I was being put on a wooden pole and carried in a certain direction. He slowed his tone and pleaded loudly, "Let me go, I'm really not a Japanese devil." I will go with you myself, and I will not run away halfway! ”

"You're so short and so white, it's no wonder you're not a Japanese spy! If you don't want to suffer a fragmentary sin, shut up, and wait until you meet the big boss and have you to speak! Someone slapped him on the head through the cloth pocket and retorted loudly.