The ammunition depot was intact, and three platoons ensured its safety at the cost of casualties.

When Lim Zhongxun woke up again, his left leg had been amputated and he was lame.

After recovering from his injury, his superiors reported him for second-class combat merits, and after recovery, he was arranged to retire from active duty and came to the forest public security as an assistant policeman, and his duty was to protect the forest farm.

He has experienced life and death, and he also looks down on life and death, he just lives lightly.

He faithfully fulfilled his duties as if he were still a soldier. With a gun on his shoulder, he patrolled the territory he guarded.

Stimulated by material desires, some people go crazy thinking about money, poaching and poaching are becoming more and more rampant, and theft cases have occurred repeatedly in surrounding forest farms.

But the forest farm guarded by Lin Zhongxun is safe and sound.

It is said that in the early days, he once shot off the poachers' hats, which terrified the poachers.

As he grew older, the pain in his joints increased day by day, and when the pain hit, he felt like he was worse than dead.

Since that visit to the hospital, the doctor said that he should be prepared for paralysis and that his family should be prepared for long-term care, and he vaguely understood where he belonged.

"If I can't live like a man," he said to himself coldly, "then, please let me die like a man!" ”

It's just that there is always a trace of expectation in his heart, and he often looks at the intersection into the village, although he also knows that that expectation is just an extravagant hope.

And tonight, the full moon is in the sky, and the wine has been drunk. He subconsciously handed the chicken bone in his hand to his side, only to realize that his partner who had always been inseparable from him, the faithful old dog "Big Pig", was no longer by his side.

The old man sighed, put down his glass, and stood up with his gun.

"Comrade platoon commander," the old man saluted to the shadows of the trees in the darkness and muttered, "Lin Zhongxun has completed the task and is now back to the team!" ”

He grabbed the two empty bottles and threw them into the air.

The bottle swirls and rises, and the mouth of the bottle makes a "whining" sound.

The height of the wine bottle is getting higher and higher, and the ascent speed is getting slower and slower, and when the wine bottle reaches the highest point, Lin Zhongxun suddenly raises his gun and shoots.

The interval between the two crisp gunshots was extremely short, and it sounded like almost a single gunshot.

Then, he turned his gun to his chest and fired the last bullet.

He still had no shots, the first two bullets hitting the bottle in the air, and the last bullet piercing his own heart.

The massive thrust of the bullet slammed him backwards into the wall, and he slowly withered against the wall, but his left hand still clutched his gun.

He looked up and saw the two empty bottles that had been hit by the bullet blooming into two huge flowers in the air. The flowers were silvery-white at first, then slowly withered, and finally turned red, and even the silver full moon in the sky slowly turned red, turning into a red remnant sun.

In the blood-red sunlight, he saw a little boy, dressed in shabby denim, with messy hair, but two eyes as bright as two autumn waters. The little boy staggered towards him, and as he walked, the little boy became a big boy, and when he got closer, the big boy became a great youth.

The old man stretched out his hand to meet him, but as soon as his fingers touched his figure, the figure suddenly dissipated like a cloud.

The remnant sun was like blood, and it covered him like a huge wave.

The old man smiled self-deprecatingly, the smile frozen on his wrinkled face, his hands hanging limply.

Under the moonlight, Huaxi was like a practice, whimpering and flowing into the distance.

The cold wind swept by, quickly taking away the last trace of heat from the old man's body, but it could not take away the faint sadness on his face.

This night, Mo Huaiwen found that the "big pig" was very abnormal.

The "big pig" is old, it is like an old man in his twilight years, and he is no longer able to resist other people's arrangements. Since the owner tied it here, it had to stay here. It lies quietly in a windless corner, like a settled old monk.

When the bright moon rose a pole high, it suddenly became agitated, and it struggled desperately to break free from the rope. Mo Huaiwen heard the noise and came out of the house, thinking that it was hungry and thirsty, and brought it water and food, but it didn't even look at it, but desperately tried to break free from the rope, and its neck had been strangled, revealing blood-red flesh.

"If I don't let you go, I'm afraid you'll die of exhaustion." Mo Huaiwen sighed and reluctantly let go of the rope.

The "big pig" did not hesitate for a moment and ran in the direction of the forest farm.

The next morning, when Mo Huaiwen came to the old man's hut in the forest farm, it happened that the village chief and the forest police also arrived.

They saw the old man sitting on the ground against the wall, holding a gun in his left hand, and the blood on his chest had congealed. His eyes looked into the distance, and there was a vague smile on his face.

The big pig lay at his feet, and the fur was frosted.

Except for the occasional blink of its eyes, it remained motionless, like a settled old monk.

The old man did not have any relatives, so the village chief decided to bury him on the sunny slope of the forest farm. He guarded the forest farm for decades, and when he died, let the forest farm protect him.

The old man gave an account of his belongings and accounts, and his salary was in the passbook, which was kept as the capital for planting trees in the forest farm, and the guns and bullets were handed over to the Forest Public Security Bureau.

The big pig silently watched as people put the old man in the coffin, as if he understood what people were doing. Eventually, it followed the mourners to the cemetery.

After the old man was buried and the people dispersed, Mo Huaiwen wanted to take the big pig away, but it was propped up on the ground with four legs, unwilling to leave with Mo Huaiwen. Mo Huaiwen had no choice but to build a nest next to the old man's grave to shelter it from the wind and rain. The big pig seems to have accepted this compromise and lived in this nest.

Mo Huaiwen prepared food and water for the big pig for three days.

Three days later, Mo Huaiwen brought food to the big pig again, and he found that the original food and the big pig of Qing Shui had not moved.

The big pig still lay quietly, its eyes blinking occasionally.

Mo Huaiwen put the piece of meat to its mouth, but it twisted its head elsewhere.

Mo Huaiwen sighed, he looked into the eyes of the big pig. One man and one dog, quietly looking at each other. He actually saw in the eyes of the big pig -- endless sorrow!

Mo Huaiwen left gloomily.

Three days later, when Mo Huaiwen came back, the big pig was already dead.

It lay quietly beside the old man's grave, just as it had been at the old man's feet.

Mo Huaiwen buried it next to the old man's grave.