Late at night on October 23, 1927, Dafen, which had been noisy for a day, was already silent, and tired people were sleeping.

The night is dark, and in the autumn mountains, the autumn wind is bleak and cold. Although there are no mosquito bites in a squatter shed on the top of the mountain, it is difficult to resist the autumn wind.

This is a squatter shed on the top of the hill behind Dafen Old Street for hunters to rest, at this time, under the dim horse lamp in the squatter shed, there is an old man sitting, a green shirt covering the thin figure. He sat with his hands on his knees, his black hair, his eyes slightly closed under his thick eyebrows, and he sat on his knees like a rock.

Next to him was a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, dressed in a green coat, dressed short, with a handsome face on a thin figure. A pair of deep eyes stared closely at the outside of the shed, he held a delicate iron clip in his hand, it was careless in that hand, between his stretched palms, the four fingers were almost flat, and the thin limbs could not hide the child's true colors, but the calmness and ability revealed between the eyebrows made people know at a glance that it must be a practitioner.

"Grandpa, it's going to be empty again tonight, it's a pity that we ran dozens of miles of mountain roads in vain......" The young man in Tsing Yi looked at the sparsely lit old street and spoke with melancholy.

"No, who knew that I had caught up with the soldiers today." The old man said lightly.

The young man in Tsing Yi stood up, looked at the old man who closed his eyes and recuperated himself, and then went to the door of the squatter and looked at the mountain in a daze, looking very uncalm.

"Biao Zai, let's remove the trap, we have a chance to catch roe deer, we can't afford to offend these soldiers." The old man looked at the somewhat restless young man, and finally made up his mind, originally he still wanted to let the young man have more experience, but he always felt that the momentum was not right, so he temporarily decided not to go to this troubled water.

"Okay, grandpa, I'll take it away." The boy agreed, picked up the lantern and was about to go out.

The old man got up and said, "I always feel that something is going on tonight!" Those soldiers slept too deeply, and they couldn't compare to the Boxers back then......"

The young man said: "I wanted to say it for a long time, seeing the silence under the mountain, I don't know which soldier it is, they seem to have overslept, and people don't necessarily know if they touch it." ”

As the two of them spoke, they got up and went to put away the cover. The dim lanterns reflected the thorny mountain roads like the bright light of fireflies, but they were all hunters who had been honed in the mountains for a long time, and they were simply familiar with the night travel in these mountains.

The boy skillfully collected the cover in front, without the slightest winch, and there was nothing to do all the way, but when he received the last cover, he heard the sound of rustling in the grass by the roadside, as if there was a wild beast struggling. The young man was about to pounce, but the old man shook his head lightly, stopping the young man who was about to move, only to see him calmly point with his hand, and there was no sound in the grass.

"Biao Boy, go pick up our harvest." The old man greeted conceitedly.

The young man put down the lantern, rushed into the grass quickly, grabbed a roe deer, and shouted excitedly: "Grandpa, what a harvest!" We didn't make a trip in vain tonight. ”

The old man took the roe deer and looked at it carefully, the beast had already fallen asleep peacefully under the destruction of his strong fingers, and he gently put the roe deer on the ground, and told the young man to pack up the iron clips and prepare to go home.

While the young man was busy working, he asked the old man, "Grandpa, where are we going to go home later?" ”

"You must have gone down the hill to Lao Cai and returned the same way." The old man replied almost without thinking.

"But there seem to be a lot of soldiers on the street?" The boy said worriedly.

"Whatever, we didn't bring a bird gun, we just carried some iron clips with our bare hands, isn't there any prey, no matter which way the gods can still cut off the people's way of life." The old man said disappreciatively.

The young man didn't ask any more, but just concentrated on packing up the guys at hand, but he was thinking that when he got to the bottom of the mountain, he would be able to take a good look at the soldiers who had been with him all night.

At this time, it was almost dawn, and the fatigue of the two of them who had been working all night had long been diluted by the joy of harvest. They were rejoicing, planning what they were going to do with the night's prey when they got home. In the town below the mountain, there was a crackling sound that sounded like firecrackers, and there was also the noise of crying fathers and mothers.

Both of them had stopped moving, and the old man listened intently for a while, and said affirmatively: "No, it's gunshot!" ”

"Grandpa, there was a gun under the mountain, what should I do?" The young man also heard something strange, but he didn't seem to be surprised when he saw it, and only asked his grandfather calmly.

The old man was silent for a while, and then said calmly: "There is a fight under the mountain, and now we must not be able to go back, Biao Zai, take the roe deer, let's hurry back to the squatter to hide." ”

The young man bent down and picked up the roe deer on the ground, in the end he was still a teenager, and when he heard such an earth-shattering scene, his heart was nervous, he was close to the old man, and said uneasily: "Grandpa, let's take a detour, I'm afraid that they will have red eyes and kill us as spies indiscriminately......"

"A detour? It was not yet dawn, and we could go around where we would, and besides, we didn't know where there were soldiers and where there were none. The old man analyzed.

The boy was speechless, but he quickly extinguished the fire twist in the lantern, and he didn't care about the guys who were eating, so he just grabbed the roe deer, pulled the hem of his grandfather's clothes, and hurried into the squatter's hut.

The two of them returned to the squatter hut, the gunfire under the mountain was still shocking, the guns flying everywhere pierced the silent night sky, and the rumbling sound seemed to deliberately poke a hole in the sky, they may want to let the sky open their eyes and screen out all the good, evil, beauty and ugliness in this world.

The young man walked in the squatter a little cramped, while he was playing with the sleeping roe deer, while leaning to the door of the squatter hut, through the vast night, trying to look down the mountain, sometimes listening with his ears, sometimes holding his breath, as if listening to the strength of the warring sides, and as if praying that the war would subside sooner. He looked at his grandfather who was calm and calm, and felt that he was too impetuous, so he also sat next to his grandfather's knees, pretending to be calm like a little adult, but he was still a child after all, and in the face of this sudden danger, he inevitably felt a little unknown in his heart.

In contrast, the old man was still calm. He looked at the somewhat impetuous young man, and said calmly: "People are in danger in the end, and things are not free in the end; Since we have caught up, how can we easily dodge. We still brake statically, and maybe we can dodge the flying guns. ”