Wang Linlin slowly walked down the cellar, pausing at each step. Each step brought her closer and closer to the thing she was supposed to do, and had to do, for the sake of high justice. In her furious consciousness, this sublime controversy was a phrase she had known since childhood: "Death for life...... although she interpreted it in her own way, she felt that it was this sentence that solemnly demanded that the murderer be killed......

Wang Linlin went down to the last step, she stopped, and then took another step forward. The German boy moved, he wanted to dodge, he wanted to shrink to the wall, he wanted to crawl into the shadows, he wanted to crawl behind the bucket, but his limp body did not listen. The moment Wang Linlin showed his head at the entrance of the open cellar, he already felt according to Wang Linlin's facial expression that death awaited him. Death was looming at him. He looked at her, at this very beautiful girl with a slender figure, black eyes, and a submachine gun on her back. The girl was dressed as a Soviet tanker, and she held an iron fork in her hand, and the three-strand tip of the punitive iron fork made his end approaching second by second.

Wang Linlin raised the iron fork high and turned her face slightly to the side, so as not to see the terrible thing she had to do. At that moment, she heard a slight, choked cry, but she felt like thunder: "Mom! Mom—"

This faint shout was like countless red-hot blades piercing Wang Linlin's chest, penetrating her heart, and the short two words "Mom" made her feel unbearable pain, and her whole body trembled. Wang Linlin let go of her hand, the iron fork fell to the ground, her legs weakened, and she fell to her knees. Before she lost consciousness, she saw a pair of pale blue, teary, boyish eyes right in front of her......

She came to her senses because of the touch of the wounded German soldier's wet hands. The German boy was crying breathlessly, touching her palms and saying something in German that Wang Linlin didn't understand. But judging by his facial expressions, from the movements of his fingers, she understood that the German was talking about himself: that he had not killed anyone, that his mother was a peasant woman, and that his father had died not so long ago at the front. He himself had just graduated from high school and was called up in the army and sent to the front. He didn't even fight a single battle, he just delivered food to the soldiers. Wang Linlin also understood that he should have been the same German soldier before, the one on the street, who was walking on the road in a two-wheeled carriage, when a cannonball flew over, and his old companion and horse were killed on the spot, and he was wounded in the chest, so he crawled to the cellar and hid......

Wang Linlin listened silently, although this man was wearing the abominable gray military uniform of the enemy army, he was seriously wounded, and he was a child completely, and, from all sides, it was clear that he could not be a murderer. Just a few minutes ago, Wang Linlin was holding a sharp iron fork and blindly obeying the demands full of hatred and revenge, and possibly killed him with her own hands. Thinking of this, she herself felt afraid. It was only because of the two sacred, soft-hearted words of "mama," and only the prays that the unfortunate boy poured out in his soft, choked cry, that saved him from death.

Wang Linlin carefully fumbled with her fingers to untie the German's bloodstained shirt, tearing it a little bit, revealing his thin breasts. On the right side of her chest, she saw two oval, blood-clotted wounds. She carefully took off his military uniform again, made him roll over and lay on his stomach, and examined his back carefully. There was only one wound on her back, and Wang Linlin understood: the second piece of shrapnel was stuck in the chest and did not come out.

The German endured it, did not groan, silently commented on the girl leaning over him, and then crossed the fingers of both hands into a cross on his chest, and asked in a low voice, although it was German, Wang Linlin couldn't understand it at all, but she still understood what he wanted to express from his eyes: "I'm going to die, right?" ”

"You won't die...... Wang Linlin avoided his gaze and said to herself, "I won't kill you, you will survive......"

Hearing that Wang Linlin spoke not Russian or German, but a language he had never heard before, the German boy's eyes widened in surprise.

Wang Linlin made a gesture holding the cup and brought it to her mouth, which meant to ask him, "Do you want to drink water?" ”

The German boy nodded.

"Wait a minute." Wang Linlin said, untied the military kettle on her body, she found a clay bowl from the dark corner of the cellar, poured a little water into the clay bowl, she felt that this boy was very pitiful, although she did not know German at the moment, this dying German boy could only speak "Mom" such a Russian (in fact, except for Japanese, the world language is called Mom and Dad is similar), but she can still use gestures, head movements, and eyes to talk to him like a deaf and mute person. Because when he spoke of his father and mother by means of gestures, of them working as peasants, of himself who had never fought or killed, she knew what he was talking about......

Wang Linlin carefully squatted down next to the German boy with a clay bowl, supported the back of his hot head with one hand, and fed him water. The badly wounded German boy held her hand, cried a few times, closed his eyes and fell asleep. Wang Linlin didn't want to alarm him, so she sat for a long time, looking at the pale face of the sleeping German boy. The shadow cast by the red eyelashes under his eyes made his face even paler, like ash, and his slightly swollen, bloodless lips kept shaking.

Wang Linlin gently withdrew her hand from the German boy's hand, stood up and began to look for something useful in the cellar, she tried not to make a noise, so as not to wake the German boy from sleep. She found a wicker basket with some vegetables and apples kept in the cellar.

"Linlin? Are you in there? Ye Chuchu's voice came from the entrance of the cellar.

"Yes, Sister Chu Chu." Wang Linlin looked at the German boy and replied softly.

"This cellar is a good shelter from the wind." Sun Hui's voice came, and the German boy's body trembled and woke up.

Sun Hui and Ye Chuchu entered the cellar, and when they saw the wounded German soldiers at a glance, they couldn't help but be taken aback, and immediately picked up the "Bobosha" in their hands.

Wang Linlin saw Sun Hui's movements, her heart throbbed, she knew that if Sun Hui shot, she would have no way to stop him, that German boy was an enemy, Sun Hui was not wrong to shoot him, but she still couldn't help but pity the German boy.