The little girl's name is Yinghui, and the old woman is her grandmother. Yinghui's parents died early, and a younger brother was also drafted into the army, but there was no news for four or five years. The two grandparents depend on each other for their lives, and they rely on this tea shop to make a living.

Yinghui and I talked about the situation at home, about the death of her parents, and about her younger brother who was a soldier, and couldn't help choking: "My brother is still just a teenager, don't talk about fighting, even if he hasn't fought once." Qingming I didn't dare to tell my parents when I went to their graves, I only said that my brother was fine, so that they wouldn't worry too much......"

The battle situation on the front line is tight, and the consumption of troops is huge. The recruitment of strong men in various places has been relaxed from the beginning of 18 years old to 16 years old, and I heard that in some places, there are even younger scouts in order to make up the number.

"What's your brother's name? Maybe one day I will meet him, and it would be good to ask him to send a letter home to tell him that he is safe. ”

Yinghui: "My brother's name is Yingshun, he followed the army from Sichuan, and said that he was going to Shanghai to fight......

"Sichuan Army, Shanghai ......," I muttered. As far as I know, the Sichuan army fought the Japanese army in Shanghai very badly, with a loss rate of nearly 70%, and it is hard to imagine that in the face of such large casualties, Yinghui's younger brother still has a chance to survive.

I watched Young-hui's grief and could only swallow my guess into my stomach, even though I knew that my guess was probably a fait accompli.

I couldn't stay any longer, and I was at a loss for what to do with the crying and crying, so I stood up and took the money out of my pocket to pay the bill and leave.

There was a little accident when I took out the money, and my money was mixed up and put in my pocket, and I would often take out a lot of money when I took out the money. Like this time of day.

Even half of the cigarette fell on the table, and one of the silver dollars fell from the table to the ground, rolled to the feet of Grandma Yinghui and stopped.

Grandma Yinghui's squinted eyes seemed to be reflected with a different kind of light by this silver dollar, she reached out and picked up the silver dollar and coughed: "Oh, the boss gave too much, really too much...... Yinghui, I told you that there are still many good people in this world. ”

Ying Hui blushed, looked at me embarrassedly, and muttered in a low voice: "Grandma, how can you use so much money......"

Grandma Yinghui seemed to be deaf, but she just said again and again: "Thank you, boss, thank you, good people have good rewards." ”

This tea can be sent away with only a few national coins, and a silver dollar is probably enough to drink tea here for a month. But what can I say, an old man who has given up his dignity and wants to add a little security to his precarious life in an almost playful way, even if it is so insignificant.

War has led to a geometric increase in the country's poor, poverty has forced many to give up their dignity in order to survive, and I am not going to step on this already shattered dignity.

When I walked out of this tea shop, Yinghui chased after her, and she was holding a large paper bag: "Boss, this is a little new tea for you to bring back to drink." Today, it's really that ......"

I interrupted her vague apology: "It's nothing, anyway, I don't have to spend anything on my own, you don't have to feel guilty." Also, don't call me boss, it sounds too awkward, my name is An Sihu. After walking a few steps, I turned around and took the bag of tea: "Look at what I drink, eat and take, I feel like I've earned it." ”

Ying Hui smiled reluctantly: "Brother An, you are really a good person. ”

I laughed, "Look, I've earned another good name." Don't say any more, and I'm going to ask you for money. ”

A mere silver dollar has earned me a reputation as a good man, and a reputation for being a generous good man, and I don't know if it's too easy for a good guy to do or too cheap to praise.

When I returned to the station, Mao Xiaodou told me with a sad face: "Company commander, Qiu Dong is dead. ”

Mao Xiaodou is one of the two juvenile soldiers in our company, and Qiu Dong is the other.

Not only have we not been replenished, but we are also continuing to lose our numbers in non-combat. The lack of medical care and medicine has turned some ordinary injuries into serious diseases, and this month, we alone have already died of malaria and typhoid.

"I don't know what the disease is, I pulled blood for a day, and there is suppuration on my body." The platoon commander Duan Biao's tone was flat, as if he was talking about a kitten and a puppy: "The ambulance said that he was afraid of infectious diseases, so it was recommended to burn it first and then bury it." ”

Fourteen-year-old Qiu Dong was put on a rack of broken wood, drenched in gasoline, and set on fire. In the raging flames, the sizzling sound of flesh being burned and cracked, accompanied by a low cry.

I looked back, it was Mao Xiaodou crying, and the two of them were the same age and getting along day and night, and this scene broke his heart.

Lieutenant Smith passed us slowly in his Willys jeep, and I noticed that he was actually watching what we Chinese soldiers were burning. When he found out that we were burning people's corpses, he immediately kept drawing crosses on his chests and praying something in his mouth.

It gave me a crush on this American, who had never crossed paths with us, but then he made me lose my goodwill. Smith shouted at us, "It's close to the warehouse, and there are a lot of flammable and explosive materials in the warehouse, so please be careful!" He spoke broken Chinese, but we all understood.

We didn't say a word, Smith shrugged and said something to his driver, and the Willis jeep drove away with a puff of black smoke.

Mao Xiaodou jumped to his feet and spat at the exhaust of the car: "I'm phew! There is not a good thing in foreign devils! The other hiccups echoed foul language.

Qiu Dong was buried on the embankment of the Tianshui River, where dozens of new graves have been added. Duan Biao looked around and sighed: "This place is good, there are mountains and rivers, and it is a treasure of feng shui." Our future treatment may not be as good as that of Xiaoqiu. ”

I scolded: "Crow's mouth!" ”

Duan Biao grinned and handed me a cigarette: "People who pin their heads to their belts all day long are still taboo about this?" ”

"Old Duan, you were originally in Tang Yulin's army, right?"

Duan Biao was immediately a little anxious, and Huo Di stood up: "Xiao Anzi, you kid is owed!" ”

I smoked a cigarette and teased Duan Biao: "So let's talk about it, people are still a little taboo." ”

Duan Biao is a native of Northeast China, and he turned out to be a warrant officer in a cavalry brigade in Rehe. The Japanese hit Rehe, and Tang Yulin, the defender of Rehe, escaped from Rehe without firing a shot, and surrendered Rehe Province to the Japanese army.

After retreating into Shanhaiguan, when Duan Biao was reorganized for the first time, people asked him which unit he used to belong to? He answered truthfully. The other party sneered: "Oh, run away from the general's subordinates." ”

Since then, this experience has become Duan Biao's taboo, for this he has fought with people a lot, and those who are familiar with him know that he can't put the three words Tang Yulin in front of him, which are the three words that make Duan Biao feel deeply ashamed.

Since I'm his boss, otherwise I guess this guy would have given me a full martial arts show a long time ago.

"Actually, Lao Duan, you really don't have to mind this too much, it's not your fault that he Tang Yulin is willing to be a turtle with a shrunken head. Could it be that the Northeast soldiers can't mention that Young Marshal Zhang? ”

"None of them deserve to be from the Northeast! It's all deflated calves! Duan Biao hatefully threw the cigarette butt into the Tianshui River, because the distance was too far, the cigarette butt fluttered lightly to the river beach.

Not far away, there is an endless stream of refugees walking on the Tianshui River Bridge, and they don't know where they all escaped.

"There are so many refugees, which means that Ming Qian has suffered another defeat, and I think this Xin'an is enough to hold on." I also learned from Duan Biao to throw the cigarette butt hard at the Tianshui River, but the cigarette butt floated back with the wind and fell into my clothes instead.

I hurriedly shook my clothes, Duan Biao laughed, and the Qiu Ba didn't know what was going on, watching their company commander jump like stepping on the electric door.