Du Shenhuai met her again at noon the next day, this is a rare big eye, the entire tent of the field hospital is covered with quilts and sheets, people seem to be infected by the sun, all out of the tent, even the seriously injured who can not move freely have been carried out by the medical staff, bask in it, let the sun swim all over the body, let the warmth smooth the haze caused by the pain.

Du Shenhuai came to the mountain stream at the edge of the camp alone as usual, people said that the people who came down from the high ground became lone wolves, he didn't care about this, the lone wolf was a lone wolf, several colleagues stayed there, and even the body was not left, they were originally lonely and lonely. While he was smoking, there was some kind of commotion among the wounded near the living quarters, and he was wondering, and she appeared, and their goddess of war appeared, and her appearance took everyone's attention, and everyone's eyes were full of eagerness and hope, like the stars holding the moon, and he thought that she must have realized that there was a familiar fiery gaze staring at her beside some rock on the edge of the camp, perhaps inadvertently, perhaps intentionally, Even as she stepped into the nursing area, she still looked back and scanned deeply at the mountain stream at the edge of the camp; Did you spot him, his heart tightened, and it wasn't until her confused eyes began to turn away that he realized that the impulse was still just a heartfelt longing.

"Ah Xiang! Come one, sing one!! ”

"Ah Xiang!" Is her name Ah Xiang? He finally knew her name, and though it wasn't quite, he was overjoyed by the cheers that erupted in the crowd, and it was only then that he realized how cowardly he was. Don't even dare to ask her name. You can only hide behind the crowd and share the fruits of other people's efforts.

On the high ground as a daredevil. He was not cowardly when he lunged forward; He was not cowardly when he bombarded the enemy's bunker with a bamboo blaster; When he fought with the enemy with a bayonet face to face, he was not cowardly; Even if he left his hometown and came to Vietnam because he killed the enemy, and lived a life of licking blood with a knife, he was never cowardly.

Either way, he must have known the name of the goddess, such a beautiful and amorous name. His heart couldn't help but be intoxicated again, although he and her were separated by a large space and there was still a stream of people, but he still couldn't control and began to touch his deep love, and was eager to dissect it to the world. When he lit the second cigarette, he was determined to write to her, and as the fireworks went out he thought over and over again his first letter to her, and as he grinded it, the song sounded again, still the same song, the voice of the angel. The tenderness of the angel is tear-jerking and makes people think about it. At the end of the song, he couldn't help clapping, and he stood high on the rock in the water, the song stopped, the wind stopped, the human voice stopped, and he finally stared intently at her again, and she saw him clearly, and no longer had the surprise and trepidation of yesterday; I can't feel my consciousness anymore, just standing so stupidly, watching, I really want to avoid her gaze, but I just can't control my gaze, and for the first time there is a hot red tide on my face, which is really ridiculous, in this bloody place, he has such an impulse to love.

Night, night that does not know the time; There is also rain, which does not know how heavy it is; Everything struck him hard in the shadows of the trees outside the tent, piercing him and grinding him through. In fact, he is still rejecting this kind of feeling that seems to be bright and dark, he wraps his whole body in the quilt, maybe he is afraid that others will see his already tearful face, or maybe he is afraid that others will perceive the secret and fragility in his heart, no matter what, the not thick quilt still gives him a sense of security from the world.

After the war, as is customary, these outlaws will be dismissed! He may have a rich bounty of silver, and he will return to the home he thinks about late at night; But what about the army? What about comrades, and Ah Xiang! Will the most precious things in his life be forever remembered by him in the near future? Thinking of parting, his heart couldn't help but tremble, and he couldn't help but be thrown into the wind and waves to suffer!

As a man who loves martial arts by nature, too many things left by this army to him are too profound. It cannot be denied that when he first joined this army, he did not have a deep understanding of his identity, the so-called "good iron does not hit nails, good men do not serve soldiers", but after experiencing hard training and bloody battles on the highlands, his thinking has undergone earth-shaking changes, especially the bloody battle experience on the highlands has made his life experience unprecedented shock and excitement.

In the face of sudden death, he trembled with fear. But since I crawled through the blood-stained land, and after the rain of bullets and fires made of cannons, machine guns, rifles and rockets, I suddenly understood that this was not the case; No matter who you are, as long as you are on the battlefield, you will die at any time under the enemy's bullets or artillery fire, life, this is the most fundamental and precious thing that a person has, everything else is attached to it. If you lose your life, you lose everything, you lose the whole world. The thoughts that poured out one after another seemed very clear and simple, but they were really things he hadn't seriously thought about before. It was precisely because they were as simple and clear as common sense that his heart trembled deeply at this time.

The night rain was dripping, and the insomniac spirit was once again aware of the tiredness, and when he broke open the quilt, he opened his eyes, and the first thing he heard, no, was passively felt with all his life, a deep and vast tranquility. It comes from this vast rainy night, and it seems to come from the place where it originates; It is both empty and embraces all nothingness, and for the sound of the wind and rain all over the world, for the swaying of the trees in the wind and rain outside the tent.

In such a pervasive silence that permeated everything, he became aware of the existence of the cabinet of several ammunition boxes beside the bed, and looked at the brothers who were also sleeping with the quilt in their arms, and he suddenly felt a kind of wakefulness that he had never felt before; He thought about it a lot: he thought of the dead brothers, of the position still bathed in bullets and the soldiers who stood on it, of Ah Xiang, and of his sudden love; even thought of the future, of the inescapable responsibility he had to bear for her life; I also thought that I would have a small family of my own like others, a son or daughter, made at sunrise. The days are gone. His life will also be filled with a symphony of pots and pans. And the muttering happiness of all the little families, year after year, quietly, until one day he found himself in his old age......

His thoughts stopped here all of a sudden, and his heart couldn't stop shaking, these are peaceful lives, and they are the lives of ordinary people. Will there be many such nights in his life later in life? What he wanted to know was the drizzle, the sudden wakefulness in the middle of the night, the sound of the wind and rain that filled the whole world, the swaying of the trees, and the curtain cloth that was reflected in the strange pattern of the light when he opened his eyes, and the silence and loneliness that came to his heart like an endless tide. This is peace, this is the life of the common people; He chewed on this final conclusion, and was not surprised, and perhaps there would never be another intense and moving experience in his life as a daredevil's war, let alone the life-and-death test of being in the midst of gunfire. He will blend in with the world's unsightly people and disappear.

It is only today that he seems to understand the true meaning of military life. Ever since that history, peace and quiet have been hard for him to accept! He is a soldier, and he has been slaughtered, because the war is still going on, so he can still feel the feeling of a hero among countless soldiers; But what about when the fighting finally ceases? And what are the soldiers of peacetime afraid of? Not war and death, but simply forgotten. In fact, it is natural to forget. They used their youth and lives to defend the peaceful life of some foreign people, which made people forget that war and soldiers have the premise and possibility. This seems absurd, but it is true, because being forgotten is the same as sacrifice, it is the fate of the soldiers, not only those long-ago revolutionary martyrs will be forgotten, but also this bloody battle that happened around us and in front of us will also be forgotten! They are alive and dead, soldiers in the present and past, and he himself, too, will be forgotten. To be alive is already to know to be forgotten! He didn't know how the heavenly spirits of his comrades who had died in battle would feel.

Even if sacrifice and oblivion are combined, he has to admit that among the many professions in the current troubled times, the ancient profession of military soldier is still the most noble and moving one. At this moment, he realized that this joy was not only his thoughts and impulses on a rainy night, but also would affect his whole life.

Thinking is a painful thing, because thinking is always irrepressible and adds an element of sadness and pain. When Nanhaibei's thoughts focused on Ah Xiang again, his mouth, tongue and even his entire body and mind were chewed and swallowed by a dazed and helpless emotion.

War! Death! Acacia! Love, why such a contradictory thing would be so decisively pulled into his life! In the middle of the night, on this rainy night, he dissected his heart, but found that pain still occupied his mind, and he was gradually taking the time to squeeze out the bone-destroying passion and fantasy brought by Ah Xiang; When the last tidal wind blew into the tent before dawn, he clung to, or rather, the only thing that caught him was loneliness and despair.

This is the first time in his life that he feels the true love of men and women, this is the saddest love in his life, its sudden arrival and sudden loss have laid the foundation for eternal memories, and have planted the seeds of eternal sorrow.

"Boom!" The lit match was instantly extinguished by the ubiquitous morning breeze, and the third one, no, in fact, he didn't know the specific number of roots, when the cigarette finally rose a pale blue smoke, the sunlight broke through the tarpaulin and tore a brilliant pillar of light in the darkness, which was really beautiful.

There is a group of brothers who are about to return to the team who have been running to the nursing area a lot recently, and I heard that they are all going to Ah Xiang, and there is an infatuated one who has launched an offensive against her with a total of three letters a day; As for him, there was nowhere else to go but the tent, and the wounded friends who lived with him occasionally joked with him about her or two, but more silence replaced the original passion, for, more and more signs were that they were leaving.

The war seemed to be coming to an end, but the hearts of every soldier could not really rejoice, and the strong impact of the war had been ingrained in the lives of these soldiers.

The young women who came with Ah Xiang were still relaxed and happy, Du Shenhuai didn't understand why they were here, they walked into the war but stayed away from the war, watching them open the tent door again and again and fly out of the tent door again and again, like a group of swallows who don't know sorrow, he really hopes that they can be like this forever.

At noon that day, it was Ah Xiang who brought him food, the difference is. This time she lost her old enthusiasm. They no longer call out like brothers and sisters. Everything continued in silence, he was still so uncompromising, he still couldn't overcome the obstacles in his heart, his eyes didn't know where to look, she still had the tent, and finally, he simply closed his eyes.

"Don't you want to say anything more?" Her voice was so sweet, trembling, but straight to the heart.

What else can he say? He was asking himself.

She's gone. At the moment of turning, he saw tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, was this for him? He could barely resist the urge to hug her, but she opened the tent door and left.

In the afternoon, he looked for solace in the cigarette, maybe it was the second cigarette, maybe it was the third, anyway, just as the cigarette was about to run out, a figure slammed open the door of the tent in an instant, and before he could come to his senses. She shoved a neatly folded letter into his quilt, and he was stunned. The brethren were also stunned, believing that they had not yet seen what she had done, and in a look of astonishment and confusion, she, his goddess, stood so vividly at the head of his bed, in front of him, what would she do next? Will you hug him, will you cry loudly and hug him! But everything was so calm, and her voice was so strong and resolute, as if the world was going to listen to her: "This must be remembered, this must be remembered, this must be remembered!" "The three necessities were like three lightning strikes, bursting the sorrow and helplessness that he had prepared, he wanted to stretch out his hand, he wanted to stand up; Suddenly, then for another moment, she grabbed his hand as if she were grasping a being that had been completely controlled! Her mouth was squirming, his throat was squirming, and he wanted to say something, but like a startled deer, she shook off his hand and turned her head and rushed out of the tent. What about his heart, why can't he find that strong beating thing in his chest!

It had been a long time for him to wake up from the intense happiness, and the letter had been tucked under the covers, and he did not dare to take it, for he had already guessed the contents, and perhaps it should be said that he was not willing to possess all happiness in one go. The brothers in the tent also came to their senses from the initial shock, and they urged him to read the letter as if they had received it!

He carried it all afternoon, letting it fit perfectly against his chest, letting it absorb his heat most thoroughly and feeling his excitement. There was an indescribable but refreshing fragrance on it, and a black strand of hair, a strand of hair, was this another reward she gave him? He hid the black hair in his arms with the greedy eyes of everyone, and his actions caused a burst of "boo" from everyone, raising the happy atmosphere in the tent to the highest point. Just in the field of "Hurry up! In the howl, he unfolded the letter paper like untying a robe that was still covering the girl's body, and happiness dizzed the brain, and passion ignited fanaticism; Three words that permeate warmth: Du Xinwu! As soon as the people saw it, the whole tent exploded, and the brothers said, "Oh, oh! His bed also made an unbearable "squeak, squeak" in the madness of the crowd, and perhaps in the next text, it would be crushed by this irrepressible excitement!

At this time, Du Shenhuai didn't know what her identity was.

"You've decided, it's him?" In another tent, Shiori Mochizuki looked at her favorite little disciple Mu Chunxiang (her Japanese name is Makimura Xiang) and asked with some amusement.

"Yes." Mu Chunxiang, who was sitting opposite Shiori Mochizuki, bowed forward slightly and said calmly.

"Have you inquired about this person's life experience?" Shiori Mochizuki asked again.

"I inquired clearly, his real name is Du Shenhuai, the expression is Xinwu, a native of Cili, Hunan, his family is Confucian, his father was born in Wuju, and he was the capital of the Hunan Army, and the official residence is four." Mu Chunxiang replied.

"Oh? Why did such a person from such a family come to Vietnam? Shiori Mochizuki listened to Mu Chunxiang's answer and asked with some curiosity.

"The specific reason is not clear, but according to the information I have gathered, it is his martial nature, strong and upright temperament, because there are scoundrels in his hometown who joined the Catholic Church and oppressed the good people with the power of the church, he was killed in a fit of anger, and in order to avoid the pursuit of the government, he came to Vietnam." Mu Chunxiang replied.

"Hehe, that's the case." Shiori Mochizuki smiled and asked, "Then why did you fulfill his love for you?" ”

"This person is a rare upright warrior in the Qianguo, and he is extremely brave in battle, the battle of the highlands that day, you also saw it, he took the lead bravely, went straight into the enemy formation, and was almost hit by the cold gun of the enemy shooter, thanks to Lord Qu Feipeng found out and shot him to save him, it can be seen that Lord Qu also admires him very much." Mu Chunxiang still looked quiet, answering the master's question, "Since this person has a heart of admiration for me, for the great cause of the restoration of the country, how can I cherish a body?" In this way, the lord can get a loyal and daring warrior, and I can also get a beloved, and I can rely on it for life. (To be continued.) )

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