The yellow wildflower in his hand was already in the palm of Zhan Xia Ge's hand unconsciously, and it was kneaded into a piece of flower mud. The warrior song stood on the hillside, quietly looking at Bonaka, who was sitting outside the thatched hut, like a most delicate wife, waiting for his return while sewing his clothes for him.

Time slipped through the holes in the clothes that Naka sewed and mended with the most clumsy movements. Bonaka finally finished her work, and she followed the movements of the other women, using her teeth to gently bite off the twine she had spun from the fibers of bark. Ponaka let out a long mouth softly, looking at the coat that could only be described as "miserable" in her hand, Ponaka could only stick out her tongue and show a mischievous smile.

But when Ponaka gently swept away a lock of hair from her forehead, and looked up at the few sparse silver stars and the sickle-shaped moon buds in the dark sky above her, she frowned. Under the blowing of the night wind, a dark cloud drifted over their heads, and the sky and the earth slowly fell into a kind of darkness that could not be reached.

Poonaka blew out the little oil lamp she would light while she waited for the Warrior Song, and returned to their thatched hut. A minute later, she was carrying a lantern made of coconut shells in her left hand, and a javelin that she usually used to hunt in the forest with her right hand.

is such a woman who can only desperately clench the javelin in her hand because she is afraid of the dark and lonely, carrying a lantern made of coconut shell thinning and drilling, and carrying a candle that is slowly burning and reflecting a small piece of the sky, guiding the warrior song to find his way back to "home".

When Ponaka cautiously walked up the small hill and suddenly saw a man standing there like a stone statue, Poonaka, who was already nervous to the limit, let go of her hand, and the lantern in her left hand fell involuntarily, while she herself let out a terrible scream.

"Ah......h

The screams of absolute high decibel levels echoed over the seaside fishing village, but only for a short time, as the man who had been standing there quietly reached out in time to catch the coconut shell lantern that had almost fallen to the ground. In the faint yellow light emitted by the candle, Bonaka clearly saw a pair of eyes that I didn't know why, but suddenly a little warmer, and saw a face that could only be described as a marble statue, with sharp edges and metallic textures.

Ponaka's face was still pale from fright, but her eyes were already full of laughter, "So you're here, it's late, why don't you go home?" ”

"I ......" Zhan Xia Ge faced the girl in front of him for the first time, who was five years younger than him, and had a slight stutter, "I, I'm thinking about it here." ”

Bonaka looked at Zhan Xia Song with apologetic eyes, and asked cautiously, "Did I disturb you?" ”

"No, I'm done thinking about it." Warrior Song stared down the hillside, and the "villagers" who had quickly armed themselves because he heard Bonaka's half-exclamation, and had begun to make a roundabout approach to the hillside in an organized way, said indifferently: "But you seem to have disturbed our neighbors. ”

"Sorry to bother you."

Ponaka stuck out her cute tongue and saluted the "neighbors" who were armed with automatic weapons and rushed up the hill in small groups. The men who were disturbed by Bonaka's half-screaming were smiling with a wide smile on their faces. When everyone returned to their thatched huts, Bonaka took the coconut shell lantern from the Warrior Singer and whispered, "Let's go home." ”

Warrior Song was silent, and the two of them walked one after the other, finding that Bonaka almost trotted to keep up with his pace, and Warrior Song unconsciously slowed down his pace. When they silently walked into the small fishing village and were about to enter the small thatched hut they had built by themselves, Zhan Xia Ge's eyes fell on a wooden basin placed in front of the thatched house, and on top of this rough wooden basin, there was also a lid made of the same material.

In the fire pit made of several stones, the remaining charcoal ash still exudes the last residual heat, and the smell of rice comes from the clay pot above the fire pit, and near the clay pot, several rice bowls and rice spoons made of bamboo tubes are neatly placed together. Smelling the aroma of grilled fish that has been familiar to him during this time, Zhan Xia Ge was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice: "Don't boil the water for my feet in the future, my feet are not as delicate as you think!" Also, although we are a partnership, we are equal, we just need to do our job well, and there is no need for anyone to pay extra time and energy for each other. I'm used to being on my own, and I'm able to live well on my own in any environment. ”

Bonaka bit her lip and silently set the dinner she had prepared on the table they had made out of a thick stump. What Ponaka had prepared for herself was the same grilled fish and white rice that they had been the same these days, but she had prepared an extra clay pot for Zhan Xia Ge, and when she lifted the lid of the clay pot and scooped out long strips of food from it with a colander made of bamboo tubes, Zhan Xia Ge's eyes couldn't help but raise a trace of surprise.

"Didn't you say a month ago that you wanted to eat jajangmyeon?" Ponaka brought the bowl full of that kind of long food to the warrior song, "I've never made noodles before, and they are not very good, but I have tried them, and they still taste very good." ”

Warrior Song lowered his head, and through the small oil lamp on their dining table, he carefully examined the bowl in front of him, which could be called "noodles". You don't need to taste the Song of War to know that with their existing environment and available resources, these "noodles" are not made from flour made from wheat at all, but simply rice flour made from ground rice. The most helpless thing about the warrior song is that there is one thing that Bonaka is not wrong, her craftsmanship is really terrible.

This bowl of noodles, each one is as thick as the index finger of the warrior song...... No, after slightly stirring the bowl of noodles, Zhan Xia Ge quickly corrected his understanding and opinion just now in his heart: It should be said that this noodle is as thick as Zhan Xia Ge's index finger. Zhan Xia Ge really wanted to ask Bonaka, had she ever heard that in China, there is a kind of noodle called "one noodle", otherwise why could she make a noodle so long, it only needs one stick, and at least one pound of flour made from rice is used?!

Bonaka carefully brought over a small bowl of things that looked black and mushy, and she directly poured all these things that the ghost knew were on top of the "noodles" in front of the warrior song. Zhan Xia Ge can swallow the dried moss that even a goat won't touch, but at this time, he also picked up the noodle with the same careful movements, looked at the black paste in front of him, and asked "What is this?" ”

"Fried sauce!"

Song of the Warriors: "......"

"I didn't know how to make jajang, and I didn't know how to make Chinese jjajangmyeon, so I asked Oransley, who had been in China for a while, for advice. He told me that the fried sauce used for jajanjangmen in China is something called 'bean paste' that is stir-fried with diced pork. I've tried it many times......"

Facing Zhan Xia Ge's still calm gaze, Bonaka's face flushed, and he said in a low voice: "Although the taste is still very unpalatable, this is already the food that I have done my best to make the most suitable for Chinese fried noodles." ”

The warrior song gently stirred the noodle in the bowl, and Bonaka humbly asked for advice from a character like Oransley, who obviously didn't know anything and had to pretend to be an expert, what good things could he learn? At the very least, Oransley should have told Bonaka that the watercress used in the "bean paste" is definitely not a substitute for the wild broad beans found in the woods that are harder than bullets, right?

As for these sauces, the color is well imitated, and the smell is quite good, but why is the sixth sense that Zhan Xia Ge has just tried to open his mouth and experienced the baptism of bullets on the battlefield again and again, and is giving him the most severe warning?

But facing Bonaka's swollen red face and Bonaka's hopeful eyes, what can the warrior song say? He ate slowly, deliciously, and quietly. Bonaka carefully washed and cut a piece of wild radish into a long strip and put it into the bowl of Zhan Xia Ge, and she whispered: "Oransley also told me that your most famous fried noodles in China are accompanied by at least six kinds of vegetables such as radish and cucumber shreds, but I searched for a long time in the forest before I found such a small radish. ”

Tiny ...... Turnip?

Warrior Song bet that Bonaka must not have tasted this radish with her mouth, or that she had never eaten such a thing as ginseng in her life, otherwise how could she have mistaken ginseng as a radish? After calculating in his heart for a long time, would eating such a large ginseng raw make him have a long nosebleed tonight, and under the gaze of Bonaka, Zhan Xia Ge calmly sent the watery, long strip-shaped "radish" into his mouth.

Stop...... Fresh ginseng tastes good, at least with a radish-like, crispy feeling.

When Warrior Song slowly pushed away the bowl that had eaten cleanly, Bonaka looked at Warrior Song and asked in a low voice, "What do you think?" ”

The warrior song replied, "It's delicious! ”

"Then I...... Will I make it for you tomorrow? ”

"Good!"

Ponaka smiled, she really laughed, she at least used her hard work to regain her right to prepare dinner for the Song of War. Quietly looking at Bonaka's undisguised happy smile, Warrior Song couldn't help but lose his mind for a moment.

Zhan Xia Ge suddenly asked, "If you get married, will you have a child of your own?" ”

"Of course." Bonaka replied: "I will only enter the palace of marriage with my favorite man, and I can cultivate a love crystallization that belongs to us with my favorite man, I think, this should probably be the happiest thing in a woman's life, right?!" ”

The Song of War Can't answer this question, for professional soldiers like him and Yajie'er, who have received the most rigorous military training and have too much blood on their hands, ordinary life and ordinary happiness are almost insulated from them.

After being silent for a long time, Zhan Xia Ge slowly stood up, and he whispered to Bonaka: "I've worked hard for you, I still have to work tomorrow, you should rest early." ”

When the small oil lamp on the dining table was blown out and darkness reoccupied the small space, both Warrior Song and Bonaka fell into a long silence. Ponaka slept on a "bed" made of thatch and a blanket, and Zhan Xia Ge held his AK automatic rifle, sitting on the far side of the thatched house, but with the best view of fire, and there was a corner of the hardest stone wall behind him.

I don't know when it began, but Ponaka developed the habit of waking up naturally at three o'clock in the morning every day. It is only at this time that the warrior song, who is really asleep, will not be awakened by her gaze that does not contain dangerous elements, and only at this time will the warrior song really take off all the disguises on his body.

He just held the AK automatic rifle that accompanied him on the battlefield and killed countless people, and quietly leaned against the wall made of thin wooden boards. Whenever he really fell into a deep sleep, his head would always rest gently on the AK automatic rifle in his arms, and when the moonlight occasionally poured through the window hole left on the side of the thatched house, gently poured on the body of Zhan Xia Ge, who and the rifle in his arms seemed to be coated with a layer of silver brilliance, and it looked really ...... Beautiful.

Only at this time can Bonaka see through all the disguises and see the true nature of the warrior song. Although he has killed countless people, although he has successfully stood at the top of the world special forces stage, in fact, he is just a lonely, lonely, longing for care, longing for warmth, but he was ruthlessly abandoned by his closest people, and he was already physically and mentally exhausted.

Bonaka really wanted to reach out and touch the warrior song who had fallen into a deep sleep like a baby, and touch his face that was too hard, but she didn't dare. As long as she moved slightly, even if she didn't make any sound, the warrior song would wake up quickly. Therefore, she could only hide in the dark, hoping that the moonlight would fall on the body of the warrior song again, illuminating the face of the man who had been living with her under the same roof for five months. Let her once again see clearly that this man's heart should be gentle, considerate, and eager for the care of others.

Tonight, at the same time, Bonaka woke up again. Tonight, the sickle-shaped moon bud actually succeeded in casting its light through the window hole of the thatched house onto the body of the warrior song. However, the head of the warrior song did not rest on his AK automatic rifle.

Bonaka stared at the warrior song quietly, and the warrior singer sat quietly in the corner of the moonlit wall with the AK automatic rifle in his arms.

I don't know how long it took, but Bonaka suddenly whispered, "Aren't you tired like this?" ”

Warrior Song didn't answer, he still sat there in the same position.

"I know you're not asleep, maybe you don't even know it, and every time you do fall asleep, you're going to be in the same place with that rifle. Even if you try to imitate when you're sober, you probably won't be able to fool my eyes. ”

Ponaka stretched out her hand and pointed to the bed about two feet away from her "bed", which was also covered with hay and a thin marching blanket, and whispered: "I hope you can sleep on it, you have to work every day, you have to deal with disputes in the army, and you have to think about all kinds of strategic problems. There are very few places where you are a true expert in these areas and where I can help you. What I can do is to give you the most comfortable and relaxing environment possible, and recover quickly through reasonable rest. Please sleep on the bed next to me, it is not very soft, but it at least allows you to really stretch your body, instead of using a bending movement to exhaust your physical strength. Even if it's for the sake of every soldier who trusts you and is willing to follow behind you, please sleep on that bed next to me, okay? ”

Still sitting there silent, Bonaka bit her lip and said, "If I'm a nuisance to you here, I can sleep outside the thatched hut." But I'm not going to move out, because taking care of your daily life is also my job, a job that I am willing to do wholeheartedly. ”

Zhan Xia Ge finally opened his eyes, his eyes as bright as the stars in the dark night, under the silver light and moon, flashing with a strange brilliance, at this time, no one knew what he was thinking. Zhan Xia Ge looked at the "bed" that had been laid in this thatched house for four or five months, and then looked at Bonaka, who was gentle and lovely on the outside, but also had a stubborn and arrogant backbone, Zhan Xia Ge held the rifle in his arms, and stood up little by little with a mechanical movement. He slowly walked over to the "bed" and slowly lay down.

(To be continued)