Lao Zhang stared at that face, trying to find a trace of familiarity from that old face, but unfortunately, no matter how he looked, no matter how hard he recalled, he couldn't find a trace of the old woman in his mind.

"Giggle......

The old woman let out a strange laugh, and her squinted eyes widened a little wider.

"Zhang Ye really doesn't recognize me?"

"You...... Who are you? ”

Lao Zhang stammered, feeling that those eyes looked a little scary. He involuntarily shrunk his shoulders and his gaze drooped.

Zhang Ye, it seems that some people used to call themselves that, but that was how many years ago.

Lao Zhang was born in a rather poor family, and in his memory, his mother has always been lying in bed. The house at home is the kind that is ventilated on all sides, and when you encounter a starlit night, you can count the stars while lying in bed. But if you encounter that kind of rainy weather, you can only shrink in the corner of the wall, while feeling the power of the wind and drizzle, while holding yourself tightly with thin hands to keep warm.

Lao Zhang's father is an honest man who is not good at words. In addition to working silently and taking care of Lao Zhang and his wife who is sick in bed, he almost never opens his mouth to speak.

At the age of seven, my bedridden mother finally closed her eyes.

Lao Zhang and his father stood in front of the bed, looking at his mother's emaciated face that was tortured because of the disease, and they didn't feel much sadness. In their eyes, the mother had gone to another place to enjoy happiness.

When a man dies, he no longer has to suffer.

After his mother's death, his father became more and more silent. But such an honest father still can't get rid of the result of being bullied by the bullies in the village. My father was probably tired too, and soon after his mother was buried, he ended his life with a broken belt.

When Lao Zhang opened his eyes, he saw his father hanging like a dried sausage on the beam of his dilapidated house. He looked at it coldly, and he didn't feel sad. He thought that his father was also free, and he no longer had to go hungry and suffer the white eyes of others.

He was still young, and he didn't have the strength to lower his father off the beam, let alone the ability to arrange for his father's funeral. He thought, that's fine, just let his father stay on the beam. Anyway, people are dead, and they don't know how to feel uncomfortable, let alone hurt. He packed up two tattered clothes, packed all the dry food left at home in his bag, opened the door, and walked out.

Young Lao Zhang didn't know where he was going, and he didn't want to think about where he was going. Anyway, the world is big, and he has nothing to worry about alone, he can go anywhere, as long as he can live.

So, the young Lao Zhang began his casual wandering career. As now, he lived by begging. Time passed as he was hungry and full. In the blink of an eye, Lao Zhang is fourteen, even if he is sloppy and skinny, he still looks like a fourteen-year-old boy after all.

The situation, I don't know how it is chaotic. Fourteen-year-old Lao Zhang met the captor, and he was also caught in the barracks. Lao Zhang is not afraid of war, let alone death, all he is afraid of is not having food. The barracks was not the worst place for him, but he had new clothes and a hot meal every day.

Where the army is going, he doesn't care. He doesn't care who he fights with. Years of begging have allowed him to develop survival skills, and even if the environment is bad, he can let himself live well.

In this way, Lao Zhang stayed in the barracks for a year, and even became a small official. Those little soldiers, when they see themselves, will also call him "Master Zhang".

One day, his barracks was attacked by the enemy. Their men, dead and wounded, finally fled to the mountains under the leadership of a lieutenant general. Because they were afraid that the enemy would surround the mountain, they kept hiding and did not dare to go out. This dodge hid until the cold winter wax moon, and the heavy snow covered the mountain.

Prey, gone. The grass and trees withered. The dry food I brought with me had already been eaten. Those of them who were soldiers were hungry and their eyes were glowing green.

Unable to resist the hunger, the lieutenant finally led them down the mountain, and then stumbled into a small village. The lieutenant ordered them to search for all the food in the village. They searched it, just like those bandits, who robbed and robbed everything that could be eaten in that small village.

However, what was piled up in front of me was only a little ration.

The small village in the mountains was not rich in the first place, and in a war-torn year, life was even worse. Those rations were also saved from their own mouths and kept for the winter.

The hungry officers and soldiers quickly wiped out the rations.

The snow covered the mountain, and the enemy could not enter, and they could not get out, so they simply stayed in that small mountain village. There is a place to live, but there is still nothing to eat. One day, two days, the rations that had been eaten in their mouths were digested again, and the soldiers' eyes began to glow green again.

I don't know who mentioned it first, but it's really not good, human flesh can also be eaten.

Everyone was silent, and no one spoke. But at night, the village was filled with the curses of men, the cries of women, and the cries of children.

The next morning, each of them had a new ration. Serving bowls, eating, silent, no one opened their mouths to ask where the meat in the soup pot came from.

Lao Zhang also ate it, although there was very little meat in his bowl, but the meaty soup could also satisfy hunger. That night, he finally got another good night's sleep. In the dream, he went back to when he was seven years old, standing in a dilapidated house, looking up at his father.

My father was still hanging on the beam, and his skin was more and more like bacon. He licked his lips and thought to himself, if he made bacon into soup, he didn't know what it would taste like.

As he licked his lips, he was kicked in the ass. When he opened his eyes, he saw the lieutenant with a sallow face and a pair of black eyes standing in front of him. He opened his mouth, and before he could speak, he was kicked by the lieutenant again.

"You, go with them."

Lao Zhang stood up, only to find that there were several people standing behind the deputy general. These people all have knives in their hands.

They broke open the door of a house.

Actually, you don't have to bump it. The door of that house, which was not strong at all, opened with a slight push. The yard was pitch black, and the house was equally pitch black. But when they were soldiers, they had already trained a pair of night eyes, and they could find a place without looking.

On the bed, a woman was curled up.

In the woman's arms, there is still a thing to protect.

Lao Zhang stood at the front and pulled the woman up from the bed at once. He first looked at the quilt and found that there was nothing underneath it. When I looked up, I saw that this woman was pregnant. Looking at the appearance of the belly, it should be eight or nine months old.

Lao Zhang wiped his face, turned to the brother behind him and said, "It's nothing." ”

A knife was raised and pointed at the woman's stomach.

Lao Zhang said: "Isn't this still alive? ”

"Didn't grow any more tender."

In the dark, I don't know who said it.

"Plop!" The woman knelt on the bed, trembling and begging: "Master, official, please." My father-in-law starved to death, and he left me such a child before he died. I beg you, I beg you to spare my child. When the child is born, you can do whatever I want. ”

Lao Zhang looked at the woman, and suddenly thought of his mother. He had almost no memory of his mother, but that night, he suddenly remembered it, and his heart softened a little.

"Brothers, why don't we change it?"

The general said, come next to each other. Besides, this didn't eat or drink, even if we let her go, God wouldn't let her go. Master Zhang, don't be confused. Even if she doesn't die at this time, she will starve to death in a few days. At that time, we will have one less ration. ”

Before Lao Zhang could speak, he was dragged aside. A bright light flashed in front of her eyes, followed by a woman's painful wail.

Lao Zhang closed his eyes, and after a while, his nose smelled a thick smell of blood.

Lao Zhang didn't hear the child's crying, but only heard a brother say, "I didn't expect it, it's quite fat." ”

Lao Zhang was a little disgusted, and the heavy blood made him feel panicked. He wanted to leave, but found his steps heavy. Looking down, I saw a pair of hands, a pair of hands that looked very white in the night, tightly grasping the corners of his clothes.

It was the woman, the woman who had just been robbed of her child by his brethren. She raised her head, looked at Lao Zhang with a pair of eyes that were almost desperate, and said the last words in her life: "Master Zhang, please, let my child go!" ”

Lao Zhang's mouth opened, his throat was dry, and he didn't spit out a word.

The days that followed were still muddy, and in order to live, no one cared about where the "rations" came from. By the time the snow melted in the spring, the village was empty and empty. They threw down the knives in their hands, took off their tattered military uniforms, put on the shabby clothes of the people in the local villages, and went out of the mountains to blend in with the displaced people.

Lao Zhang became a beggar again.

"Master Zhang, do you remember?"

Lao Zhang raised his head and looked at the old woman's eyes: "I...... I don't know what you're talking about. ”

"You know, you know, I know you've remembered." The old woman smiled weirdly: "I know, you must remember this face of mine, or these eyes of mine." ”

The old woman spoke, and the folds on her face began to change, as if an invisible hand was helping to smooth them. Lao Zhang didn't know that face, but Lao Zhang knew those eyes, the desperate eyes that had begged him to let go of his child's mother in the dark night.

"Yes...... It's you? ”

"Recognized! Do you know? I went to the underworld and saw the little imp guarding the door, and I asked him if he had seen my child. He told me that my child can't go to the ghost gate, and he can't go to the underworld, because he has been eaten by you. Therefore, I have come to you, and you have to get my child back. ”

The old woman said, stretching out her hand to Lao Zhang's abdomen: "What you owe me should be paid back!" ”