Nightmare & Song Bar.

"Hostess, another glass of ale. My good friend Maddie also wants a pound of beef. The drunkard in front of him shook his glass, and there was a drip of beer left in it. I looked helplessly at Naken's face, which was flushed with joy.

The new ale was full of hops, and I took a sip. Suzanne cuts a pound of beef.

She is a famous beauty in the town, mature and sexy, and has an indescribable charm, especially her red wavy hair, which makes people can't help but be fascinated.

Such a beautiful man naturally has his suitors, many of whom are noble children. But she was a widow, and I had come to deliver her husband's body.

"Naken, you drunkard who doesn't pay off on credit, if it weren't for Brother Maddie today, you wouldn't want to touch a sip of wine. Suzanne said.

"Hey, you can't say that, my beautiful and generous girl. Zhuo Lu has been in war for ten years, and now it has subsided, and although my good friend Maddie lost a calf, he bought a life. Ten years of war, he joined the army for ten years, and he was able to come back alive, which shows that the great gods favored him! I reminded him not to say any more. Suzanne's husband's body is still outside, which is inappropriate.

Ignoring me, he stood at the front desk of the music, raised his glass, and said in a loud voice: "My brother Maddie, who has been on the battlefield for ten years, has cut off the heads of many thieves, and how many people he has avenged!

Everyone in the bar shouted:

"To our heroes!"

I had no choice but to get up and respond. He said to Susanna: "I'm sorry, your husband is still a soldier, but I am being treated as a hero here. ”

"Don't mind, Maddie, you deserve it, and I'm grateful that you helped me bring me my husband's bones. Suzanne said, she clinked glasses with me and drank it all.

Suzanne said that she had known about her husband's death in battle, and had been baptized for him half a month in advance, and now the tombstone had been erected in the cemetery, leaving only his body away.

"I will bury him for a year, and after a year, I will pursue my own happiness. Suzanne lowered her voice to keep it from being heard: "You seem good." If you don't dislike me. ”

"One more glass to the hero! All the drinks are free today, so everyone can drink to your heart's content!" said Susanna. The people in the tavern chanted long live the hostess.

Suzanne drank a lot, her plump boobs rising and falling as she swallowed. The light in the bar was a little dim, but I could still see tears in the corners of her eyes as she looked up and drank.

Is it sadness or joy?

Less than half a year after the end of the war, I joined the army at the age of eighteen, and I can say that I have lived on the battlefield for half my life. Now he suddenly retires, but it is like a world away. The sunshine has not changed, and it still changes throughout the year. I have seen snow in the north and sand in the south. Villages have been burned and fields have been destroyed. It's all over, my hands have been fighting for so many years, it's numb, right?

And I can't find the meaning of life except for spending all my military salaries.

Naken patted me on the shoulder, he was a merry farmer, a carefree drunkard.

I'm a puppet with a broken string, a blind puppet.

"My dear friend, why don't you speak? Remember when you were young you used to compose music for us to listen to? You are simply the best musician! The girls are fascinated. You've begged old musician Jill for seven days to get a guitar, and oh, what about the guitar? You took it with you when you joined the army. There were forty young people in the village at that time, and now you are the only one, and the old fellows all regard you as their own son...", and he babbled a lot.

Some happy memories were brought back and I remember that guitar.

It's a pity that it has long been ruined.

It saved my life, and the enemy's saber cut it off, not my neck.

Susanna's eyes were misty, she was drunk. She burped at me, "You can sing, sing to us, I've got a guitar here, it's... It's me... I... Husband... With... Target. Right now... That dead ghost... Go... Go see... His God, leave me... One. "I said yes, I couldn't help but take out a guitar, it was very well maintained, of high quality, the guitar was waxed, shiny, and obviously maintained every day.

Everyone looked at me expectantly. I'm not embarrassed, the raw feelings stir my mind, I yearn, I yearn, I yearn, I yearn for that stage that is higher than anyone else. If my youth hadn't been lost on the battlefield, I would have stayed here.

I got up and picked up the crutches, it was troublesome to lose a calf, and sometimes I even felt like it was still there, not leaving my body. The upper toes will also follow my thoughts.

Naken helped me to the middle, someone put the softest chair on the stage, I sat down, and the guitar was handed to me.

My heart was so moved that I almost wanted to cry. In the capital I was not treated like a hero. Like most remnants, from the top floor of the church, I watched from the top floor of the church as the young masters who had not been in the army for a long time or had not even been to the battlefield accepted the cheers of the citizens and accepted their garlands. Although those intact veterans who have been on the battlefield have fought for us before, the praise of the world has long dispelled their dissatisfaction.

I understand. Who wants to see a group of remnants with broken arms and legs dragged crookedly behind the ranks? I understand, I understand too much, and I understand too much.

Suzanne held her chin on the counter and looked at me.

Her gaze is deep, and I know why. She must be missing someone. I also know who that person is.

This expression is very similar to that of a young and immature soldier reminiscing about his distant hometown.

Unfortunately, many of them don't come back.

A slender string in my heart was plucked, as if a drop of water rippled on the surface of a calm lake.

I decided to improvise a song. Sing a song specifically for this strong poor woman.

"Here it is, it's Maddie's jam hour. Naken said excitedly.

I cleared my throat. There was silence all around.

"Grey town

Beautiful girl

Whisper and chant softly:

The roses you gave are still fragrant

I made the military uniform you embellishment medals

At that time, you said that you wanted to go back to your hometown

I remember them all

I don't cry

Familiar windowsill, strange sunlight

I quietly enjoy the songs you sing

How melodious your singing was back then

But now

There is nothing but sorrow

You said you wouldn't get hurt

Even if you go all over the world for me

I believe your words and grieve fiercely

You say you don't matter where you are

Always remember me

Your helpless tears

Is that true?

snowfield

bright

I'm at the end of the world

helpless

sad

Quietly look at the sky"

This song is really suitable for women to sing, my voice is a little dry, put down the guitar and prepare to take a sip of wine. I don't know who broke the wine glass, and there was a crisp sound. I looked up, and Suzanne trembled.

She shattered the glass. Some people wanted to applaud, but as soon as they started clapping, Suzanne rushed over to me desperately.

She interrupted the applause stiffly.

On the way, she tripped over the hem of her skirt, and she got up and continued running. Her hand was bleeding and she didn't care. She hugged me tightly. As the distance got closer, I could see the nostalgia in her eyes and seemed to be able to feel her mood. Through the hot body of the clothes, the violent heartbeat, the intoxicating breath.

I've already guessed what will happen next. Tears wet my shirt, Susanna's heart trembled with break, and I sighed, hugged her tightly, and stroked her head with one hand. Hopefully, her husband will be able to protect her.

She howled, let go of her voice and cried, like a young girl. The unbridled cry echoed for a long time.

She cried and said:

"Why are you leaving!" you polished your gear and left without saying a word. I haven't conceived your child yet, you've gone so completely, all you have left is a guitar, I miss you, Victor! You cruelly threw me away, is fame and fortune such an important thing?Is it worth it for you to leave me and throw away your life? I don't want anything else, I just want you to leave a life! Your bones are broken, my heart hurts! You... You... You're the bouquet that hasn't bloomed in my life... Woooooooooooo ”

Suzanne wept for a long time, and her cry was more useful than any confessional poem, striking many people and condemning many people. Of course, that includes me.

People didn't make a sound. There is no longer the excitement before, and the loudest voice is also a whisper that cannot be heard clearly. They took small sips of the ale that they should have drunk freely.

She was tired of crying, and with a peaceful smile of relief, she slept in my arms. Her heart was too bitter.

People leave more money than they should have paid. They left without saying a word. One scholar stuffed me with a note before leaving:

Thank you, sir. Thank you also to the hostess. We have been immersed in joy for so long that we have forgotten that we need more warmth, more hurt. You guys, give us a heads-up.

With red eyes, Naken borrowed money from someone else and returned it to Susanna.

I put Suzanne on the bed, helped her collect the money, and then lay on the counter and banged on the table boringly, and fell asleep before I knew it...