Click, click, rain or tears.

The five names I once knew the most were neatly carved into the stakes in the front row, and I finally understood the meaning of the stakes as I lay there wearing a wreath. As if my knees had lost their strength, I bent and knelt down in front of the stake, and I held on to the stake with one hand and the ground with the other, letting the tears well.

The precipitation of the rainy season always hits punctually before dusk, and the splashes of the raindrops wet the familiar, the not-so-familiar, and the unfamiliar names. The rain kept beating on me and the stakes in front of me, but it couldn't wash away the guilt in my heart, if it weren't for the stakes in front of me, even I could have lied to myself, they might just be missing, and I still have a chance to find them, but now these stakes are lying there and have revealed all the answers.

"These are just soldiers standing here to commemorate their comrades, and the bodies and relics have been returned to their relatives." Xu Yong's voice suddenly came from behind him.

Suddenly looking back, Xu Yong was standing on the outside of the stone road near the gate of the camp with an umbrella and quietly watching everything in front of him, he didn't walk in or leave, as if waiting for me to walk out from the inside.

I stood up, took out my cigarette case, and smoked out all the remaining cigarettes, Liu Yi, Kang Jianhu, Fox, Lao Jiang, Liuzi... The cigarettes were placed on the top edge of the stakes, but it was still not enough. So many brothers died after I was shot in a coma?

What happened in the next four years?

"You go back and pack up first, I just finished training with the fighters, go back to change clothes and take a shower, I know you have questions to ask, and I have something to tell you." Drilling out of the gravel road, Company Commander Xu was straightforward.

"Okay, are you still in that old restaurant?"

"See you or leave you."

The night fell silently again, the clouds did not disperse, and the air was filled with an oppressive dampness. I sat alone in the familiar restaurant, surrounded by a table of uniformed, tired-looking policemen.

"Any news?" A police officer in his thirties asked a colleague next to him over a dinner.

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