He ran forward, howling in pain as he ran...... He didn't know how fast he could run until he couldn't run anymore - he still had the strength to run, but he really didn't want to run anymore, the pain of despair and death pervading him...... He slowly crouched down crying, and then he got up again, and he leaned down, and he bent over, vomiting in pain......

Life gradually changed its shape and posture that did not belong to him. He stood here, little by little losing his hope...... But he was going to go on.

However, just when he felt that he had vomited and there was nothing left, he thought of the soldier who pointed the gun at him, he didn't know why he pointed the gun at him, but he knew that the man was dead...... He may feel aggrieved at this time, he has never been pointed at a gun in his life, he feels aggrieved painfully, maybe the soldier is in a hurry, anxious to go to the front line to fight the enemy...... Perhaps, the soldier simply thought he was getting in his way......

At this point, he thought of the soldier, and of the soldier's gun that had fallen to the ground, and of the scraps of flesh on the barrel...... He remembered the huge wound in the soldier's stomach, and he began to vomit mechanically again...... He thought of the dying dead fish, the smell of blood. He thought again of the scene where he eviscerated the dead fish and ate it raw. He thought again of the scene when the soldier died, his stomach turned open, and the organs inside were exposed......

The smell of fishy blood, unlike the smell of the dead corpses of soldiers...... He fishes a lot, and knows that when life is dying, it will emit a unique breath! This is the last message that life is about to leave the world: it is a souvenir, it is an unwillingness, and it is ...... Life left a trace.

Alberta thought of the dead soldiers, of the blood on the ground and of the fallen rifles of the soldiers in pools of blood...... He couldn't vomit anymore, but he was still vomiting mechanically......

Alberta wept and said, "Father...... Father...... I'm going to see you, I'm going to see my father. I want the war-free field, and I want to go back to my mother's arms...... O ancestors! I don't want to die...... I want the glory of my ancestors to protect me...... I don't want to die. ”

After he finished speaking, he seemed to regain some senses, he looked at the road in the distance, and he seemed to recognize! The road leads to his home!

Alberta sped off into the distance. What is Far Away? Is it the front? No...... The distance is unknown, and it is not known whether it is life or death. Maybe it's hope, maybe it's the soil you're about to bury under your feet......

He ran to his house, which had collapsed, and he roared, "No! Father! ”

Then he began to desperately hold up the pillars of the collapsed house, he often fished, fought with the big fish, he had enough strength to lift the pillars of the collapsed house, and the flames on the house The burning wooden pillars fell down and burned the corners of his clothes, but somehow he had no fear. Just then, a burning wooden pillar on the house fell and hit him in the shoulder, the wooden pillar burned, and the flames and burnt charcoal smashed him into him! It hit him in the shoulder, and as a result, there was a "swish" sound on his shoulder, and a strong foul smell of burnt skin came out.

Alberta was screaming in pain, but for some reason he didn't feel fear. He just felt that he didn't want to die...... At this time, he still did not have enough strength to push open the wooden pillar on the roof, only the strength to support the house that was about to collapse, the charred charcoal pillar was still burned on his shoulder, that is, in a few seconds, his shoulder became charred, blood flowed down, and his flesh turned up, looking very terrifying.

It's impossible for Alberta to get into his room, but he's still able to hold up the wooden pillars, but what about time? It didn't take long...... He will give up because of his physical exhaustion, and he may survive if he quits the house, and he has the ability. But he knew that it was possible for his father to be inside, and if he lowered the wooden pillars, the whole house would collapse because of the loss of his fulcrum, so what was he? The murderer of his father?

At that moment, just as he was thinking and at a loss, he heard his father's faint voice calling...... He was stunned for a moment, and then saw his father through the wooden pillars and the gaps in the wooden pillars...... That's when he noticed that his father had been in the house all along!

But...... His father's chest was pierced by a large wooden thorn, and blood stained the placket of his father's clothes red. His father said weakly, "Alber? Albert ...... Is that you? ”

"Father! I'm here! I'm outside! Let's go out together! I'll get you out! Let's get out of here! Go to my cousin's field! These bad guys with ironclad battleships! I can't get to my cousin's farm! I'll get you out! I'll get you out! When you get out, I'll close the bloody hole in your chest!" You can live! Father! You wait! I'll get you out! Father! Our ancestors are looking at us! Our ancestors will shelter us! ”

"Uh......h Child? I couldn't see clearly, my head had been hit by something, and blood was soaking my eyes...... All in front of my eyes was red...... You...... What's wrong with your arm! You're holding up the whole house alone! You hurry away...... You've been hit in the shoulder by a charred wooden post, get out of here, leaving here, an old fellow of mine who is dying. Hurry up! ”

"Nope! My father...... I still...... I've only been with you for twenty-one years...... I haven't grown old with you yet! I'm not going. ”

"Hey...... My son, you are my adopted son, but I regard you as my own. I've been lukewarm to you all my life, but I can be regarded as raising you...... I have never commanded you in my life! But I'm telling you...... You're going to die with me, an old fellow who is about to die...... I'm sorry for your adoptive mother underground! I'm sorry for myself too...... Son! His voice suddenly rose a lot, and he looked like a young man, full of strength: "I command you! Leave me! ”

"No...... No! No...... No...... No! I don't...... Father...... I don't! Father ......"

Alberta's father smiled: "Albert...... Let me die...... I beg you, let go, don't blame yourself...... Let me die a deserved death for this old fellow...... I've done nothing in my life, at least ...... Death to my contented ......"

"That's ...... I'm the murderer! I killed my father......"

"No...... It's your father who wants to save his child! Let go! Please...... Son ......"

Alberta let out a howl of pain, and he pushed the post upwards with all his might, then jumped backwards desperately...... The fire instantly enveloped his family's old house...... He vaguely saw his adoptive father at the moment when he pushed the wooden pillar open...... He closed his eyes expressionlessly......

His right shoulder was dripping with blood, and his flesh was turned open from the burns of the burning wooden pillars, and the outermost layer was a layer of charred skin......

He couldn't cry...... But tears flowed down, and he said slowly, "My adoptive father, may you return to your father's arms...... May the ancestors guide you on the next path......"

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