(a)

Your big tent.

Wu Shun anxiously walked around in front of your bed.

"Why aren't people awake yet?" Wu Shun couldn't bear it anymore. He grabbed Commander Liu's collar and almost lifted him up from the ground: "Could it be that you made the wrong dose?" He yelled, "He has internal injuries that have not healed, you know!" ”

Commander Liu stood on tiptoe with his feet almost hanging in the air, and his neck was strangled by the collar so that he could not speak. His face turned red, he shook his head desperately, and kept looking at Guan Wenliang and Xie Shuangcheng.

Guan Wenliang and Xie Shuangcheng hurriedly came over to persuade: "Commander Wu, Commander Wu ......"

Wu Shun let out a long sigh and let go of his hand, and Commander Liu fell into the chair with a plop.

You make a faint sound. You seem to be choking on a little blood in your throat and eyes.

And all the people gathered around him.

Commander Liu checks your heartbeat and pulse. He let out a long breath and sat on the edge of the bed with his legs limp, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead.

Wu Shun asked, "How is it?" ”

Commander Liu said, "It doesn't matter. He will wake up soon. ”

(b)

Training ground.

You're riding on the moonlight again. You rode your horse over the stakes.

A cold light swept through with the sound of a howling wind, and the stakes broke neatly. The cross-section of the fracture gives off a slight burnt smell.

You try to split vertically. After the blade, the stake was split in half from top to bottom.

You try a few more times and you can achieve this kind of strength and speed.

You feel a little tightness in your chest. But you think it can be overcome.

You say to Commander Liu, "Enough." That's good. ”

(c)

There are now 108 hours left until your death.

You fall asleep peacefully. Breathe evenly.

Guan Wenliang carefully covered you with a blanket.

He whispered to Xie Shuangcheng: "You go and rest for a while, come and replace me when you are rested." I'll be here to guard him first. ”

He said: "Let Commander Liu also go and rest, let him be on call at any time." ”

(iv)

There are now 104 hours left until your death.

You feel some movement around you in your sleep.

You struggled a bit, but you couldn't wake up. You struggle again, and you open your eyes.

You dimly see someone kneeling straight in front of your bed. It's as if you've experienced this somewhere. Then you came to your senses completely, and you saw Wu Shun kneeling there.

You see him in tears. You remember how he knelt in front of you when he was a kid.

Then. You heard Wu Shun call you in a choked voice in Beji: "Master! ”

He hasn't called you that in years.

You prop yourself up from the pillow, and you reach out to pull Wu Shun.

You tugged and didn't pull him.

You say, "Get up for yourselves." Don't waste my strength. ”

Wu Shun knelt still.

You sit up. You say, "Junko? What are you doing here? ”

Wu Shun said: "I just sent your order to Yang Biao to come and see you." ”

You gasp. You say, "Didn't I tell you about the division of labor among the ministries?" Yang Biao's duty is not here. That's where your role lies. ”

Wu Shun said: "I know. ”

You say, "Then why don't you do your duty?" ”

Wu Shun said: "I don't want to stay here!" Let me die with you! Let me go with you! ”

You look at Wu Shun. You look at each other.

You flatly say, "No! ”

Wu Shun said, "You need someone to help!" In your current situation, it's hard to do it alone! Let me help you. You need me. ”

Again, you say unquestioningly, "No! ”

Wu Shunbang snorted and kowtowed on the ground.

You say, "There is no need to make such a sacrifice. You are different from me. You're still young. ”

Wu Shun kowtowed again: "Let me follow you!" ”

You pushed Wu Shun to the ground.

Say, "Get up for me!" Don't disobey military orders! This isn't a kid game cradle! ”

Wu Shun got up from the ground. Kneeling tenaciously again. He said, "I have made up my mind, and I can't let you go alone anyway." If you don't, kill me now!" You picked up this life. It's for you! ”

You look at him. You are speechless.

You're just facing each other. You say, "I don't have time to argue with you all night." ”

Wu Shun said: "Over the years, although I have called you master and called you general, in my mind, you are like my biological brother. ”

He said: "In this world, you are my only relative. If you die. And if I didn't save you, I would have killed myself! I can't live alone! ”

Wu Shun said: "God didn't let me die in the snow, let me live until now, just so that I, in this last moment, can help you!" Promise me! Don't dislike me for being a lowly slave. Although my status is low, I am not worthy of being your brother anyway, but. Please let me go with you like your own brother. I can't just watch you go alone! ”

You listened to this. You look at Wu Shun. You didn't speak for a long time.

And then. With tears in your eyes, you say, "Junko." My brother. ”

You say, "I have never seen you as a slave in my life." I've always thought of you as my brother. ”

Wu Shun's tears flowed down the ground. He wept silently in front of you.

You look at his tears.

You say, "Okay, Junko, you come with me." I hope that in the next life, we can become true brothers. ”

Some people are born brothers, but they can't be brothers to each other. Some people are not born brothers. But they can be each other's brothers. That's the way this world is.

(5)

【Monologue of the Heart】

I stopped here in silence. That late night in 2012. I just stared at the screen and stopped here silently. I don't care at all, what's going on in the world. I just hope that time stops here. ”

"I miss you so much. I thought about getting old all of a sudden. ”

Yes. Now I am the idealist, the idealism who writes this story, I am not the qin in the story, I am also the qin in the story.

This story is like a river, Chen Qin'er in the story is the upstream of the river, and the idealism of writing the story is the downstream of the river.

Qin'er and Idealism, are they the same person? Aren't they alone?

A mountain stream with a clear source, is it this river? Isn't it the river?

The wide main stream downstream, is it still the river that comes from the source? Isn't it the river that flows from the source?

The water is more flowing when the knife is drawn, and the glass is more worried.

Although this stream-of-consciousness writing technique is difficult to be understood by the main readership of online articles because it blurs the boundaries between the objective world and the subjective world, making them blend and mix, and no great author dares to take the risk to use it, I don't care.

Because stream of consciousness is the truth of the world.

In this so-called material world that we think of as this, there is nothing but the stream of consciousness. (To be continued.) )