ACT214: Red and white

The sea breeze is blowing, and the leaves are swaying.

The first drunk man of the night was now full of blood, and was walking through the woods with a shabby canvas bag, and from time to time he turned back to say a few words to the girls behind him; Song Yao and Lu Qian supported each other, their cheeks were wet with sweat, their hair was stuck between their temples, and they had a little difficulty walking.

"You too, the coast is decent, why don't you clean up here, it's too difficult to go." Lu Qian stopped and took a breath, casually folded off a piece of fat leaf that could not be named, fanned the wind, looked up at the dense forest of tree canopies that covered the sky, and said with emotion: "If this place is developed, it will not be worse than a tourist resort, look at this valley and dense forest." ”

"That is, if someone had developed it, I wouldn't have been so embarrassed back then." Jin Bo haha, standing still waiting for the two girls to rest, raised his hand and pointed to this dense forest, and said: "At first, I thought it was a small island, but then I found out that his mother is not small at all, you see that the terrain where we live is flat, right?" If you look behind me, I don't even know what it is, mountain? ”

"Probably so." Song Yao took a breath, the early morning on the island was still very cool, but it was really hard to go up and down the way, Rao was physically strong, and it was still a little unbearable to hike over the mountains and mountains after all.

"Hold on to two steps, it's almost there." Jimbo grinned, took out the water bottle from his bag and handed it to the two girls, and said, "I said I'll come back another day, you two have to be early." ”

"It's going to come sooner or later, it's okay." Song Yao pursed her lips and smiled, unscrewed the water cup and filled half of it, leaving the rest for Lu Qian.

After resting for a few minutes, the three of them stopped talking and continued to move forward, the island vegetation was already lush, and it has been populated over the years, and it has grown vigorously, faintly forming a certain ecological balance.

As Jimbo said, the living area where everyone is located, in fact, only occupies a small part of the island, the so-called "back mountain" is the main body of the island, although there is no large island that is like a lofty mountain like a sinister landform, but it is not far behind, there is a lot of ravines and valleys, plus lush vegetation, in which you can't help but feel a little panicked.

As a pure land that refuges from the world, Jimbo did not send people to overexploit it, and of course, he did not have the ability to engage in redundant construction exploration. In addition to the flat terrain on the coast to build accommodation houses, the mountain forest basically maintains the original appearance, the earlier landing on the island was insufficient, the deep mountains and old forests have not been checked, and later the number of people increased, Jimbo organized an expedition, but the harvest was few, the mountain is still a mountain, the tree is still a tree, there is no imaginary wonders and adventures, nature faces these outsiders with its most natural appearance, gives them some surprises, and more is still the plain of the still water.

Twenty minutes later, the three of them had finally crossed a section of the thorny road, crossed a raised boulder, and the terrain behind them became flat, and the trees in the forest could be seen to have been dug by hand, and a flat ground was deliberately trimmed. The flat area is not an empty space, where mounds are carved in the shape of a 'pin', and the morning light shines through the cracks in the canopy and sprinkles the ground in fine pieces, leaving a little spot of light.

Jimbo stopped, took a deep breath, and the playful smile on his face faded, replaced by a rare solemn look.

Jin Bo took the two daughters to the front of the mound, the wooden tablet made of tree trunks was engraved with the word 'Shaoshan', no photos, no year of birth and death, no life.

"Dude, isn't that interesting? Specially bring old friends to see you. Jin Bo untied the canvas bag and put it at his feet, squatted down and dug out the bottom of the wine bottle instead of the incense burner from the fallen leaves piled up in front of the monument, poured out the dead leaves that were rotten with the soil inside, added some soil, took out a version of sanitary incense from the shoulder bag, picked out three and lit them with a lighter, and inserted them neatly into the DIY incense burner.

Song Yao and Lu Qian glanced at each other, and there was a bit of a trance in each other's eyes.

"Company Commander Shao, long time no see."

Song Yao leaned over and squatted, took out a pile of five-colored paper from her bag, and separated it, Lu Qian cleaned up the ground, opened the wine bottle and poured some in front of the monument.

"It's useless, but I still want to say thank you to you." Song Yao lifted her hair, the lit five-color paper burned vigorously, the edge of the paper was slightly rolled, the firelight passed, the paper turned into pieces of ashes, and the air was a little distorted, and the two big characters of 'Shaoshan' also became vivid.

"Jiang He is also on your side, you protected him back then, and in the future, you will bother to take care of him for me."

"By the way, and your comrade-in-arms Wang Zhongyu, if you can see it, say sorry on my behalf, after all, it was because of us that he also died."

"Perhaps, you have already been together."

"We're all fine, I hope you don't have any more worries and troubles, dust to dust, dust to dust, and liberation is not a good thing."

"Doesn't it say that 'what disappears above will eventually be reunited below'? I think that's right, maybe it won't be long before we meet again, and at that time, we probably haven't changed our faces. ”

"Company Commander Shao, thank you."

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Coast, chalets.

Cook Niangjia took a dry towel from the wire outside the door, wrapped her long wet hair, and turned to her new work. The room is not big, the layout of the cabin is different from the stilted building, it is completely 'minimalist decoration', a wooden bed, a wooden table, and a serious home with four walls.

The door of the room was closed, the simple window was also covered with curtains, the room seemed a little dim, Wu Wentao sat on the edge of the bed, bored watching the two and a half girls busy, wanting to leave, and too lazy to move the nest, so he simply lay on the bed, and watched the girls do it.

Yang Xiaomeng was unhappy, squinted at Lao Wu, who looked like an uncle, and scolded: "You are here to be a supervisor!?" ”

"It's okay, ignore me." Wu Wentao waved his hand, without any consciousness of participating in labor, looked at the pile of packages on the ground, and then looked at Huihui, who was busy, and said, "Can you use it the same as being a thief?" ”

"It's called surprise, you know a follicle." Yang Xiaomeng is now familiar with these people, and she is not as afraid of Wu Wentao as she was at the beginning, what she says in her mouth, and she doesn't give face to the former field captain at all.

Megumi and Acne Girl snickered on the side, took out a pile of crumpled suits and wedding dresses from the package, neatly spread them out on the floor covered with sheets, carefully checked for damage, and handed over the problems to Chef Niangjia, neatly listed according to size and style.

"Don't you discuss business with Song Jiu?" Chef Niangjia also kept laughing, although it was less than a day on the island, everyone's mental state has changed significantly, as if all the burdens were suddenly unloaded, that kind of relaxed feeling, I can't wait to run out and shout twice.

"There's nothing serious going on for a while." Wu Wentao turned over and sat up, his face that used to be unsmiling has now become much kinder, and he said helplessly: "That kid hasn't seen anyone so far, and he is probably still sleeping." ”

"It's hard to relax, and you don't have to be tense all the time." Cook Jia nodded in agreement, she was there at last night's bonfire, and she knew how much the young people had drunk.

Wu Wentao laughed dryly twice and sighed: "How else to relax to be relaxed?" Alas, don't talk about this, what should you be busy with, I'll go talk to Song Jiu in the afternoon and finish the things you need to do as soon as possible. ”

Chef Niangjia was stunned when she heard this, and immediately thought of something, glanced at Huihui on the side, and said suspiciously: "Don't tell me that you came here just to see Huihui?" ”

"Could it be that I'm a big man to watch you thread the needle?" Wu Wentao smiled dumbly, seeing that Huihui's face was suffocated, he felt that his words were not appropriate, coughed, and explained: "You are all relaxed, someone must be vigilant, I trust that kid Jimbo, but there are many people on this island, so it's better to be careful." ”

"I'm sorry for you." Hui Hui pursed her thin lips, her eyebrows and eyes looked a little lonely, she knew in her heart that her current identity and situation were actually extremely embarrassing, in terms of personal ability, she basically had no special contributions in the team, just because she was the only 'antibody' in the world, so she could enjoy everyone's protection. Sometimes this kind of protection makes her grateful, sometimes she is guilty, of course, there will be loss, in a way, at this time, she is hardly a 'person' in the eyes of others, just a precious 'object'.

This feeling really makes people unhappy.

What particularly troubled her was that this pressure and burden was not voluntarily borne by her.

Many nights, listening to the even breathing of Yu'an and the acne girl, Huihui will have a trace of resentment in her heart, and the past will not be mentioned again, which does not mean that she will forget. She still remembered how she had a relationship with these people, she remembered the test ground that was as bright as day, she remembered the man who couldn't help but say that she and her companions had lost their way to life, and she also remembered that in the fire-filled tunnel, Lucy hugged the man covered in blood, crying in despair and weakness.

Many nights, thinking of these things, Hui Hui tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, she was not very old, and she was also an extremely ordinary little girl, some things couldn't figure out, some things had no reason, there was a lot of backlog, and her brain would be groggy, so she had to empty herself and not think about the past that had no answers.

Fortunately, time can smooth out a lot, and you can learn a lot.

Today, Hui Hui is also relieved, so the loneliness between her eyebrows and eyes is only for a moment, and she quickly returns to normal, and she no longer thinks about those annoying things.

Yang Xiaomeng and the acne girl chatted with great interest, and they didn't notice the fleeting look in Huihui's eyes, but there are still two old fritters in this room.

Wu Wentao and Chef Niangjia exchanged a look, and the meaning in each other's eyes did not need to be expressed in words.

Lao Wu smiled helplessly, jumped out of bed with his arms bouted, and walked to the door.

"Huh? Why is the overseer going? Deserted without permission. Yang Xiaomeng did not relent, and continued to joke about Lao Wu who wanted to do his duty but had nowhere to go.

"Go ahead, I'll take a look outside." Wu Wentao looked back at Hui Hui, who was busy with his head down, it was a kind of unbearable calm and indifference. For a while, the bickering and chatting became boring, Lao Wu shook his head, abandoned the messy thoughts, pushed the door and left the wooden house.

The sky is just right, the wind is light and the day is warm.

Wu Wentao moved his muscles and bones, and after many years of riding a horse, this kind of leisure gave him the illusion of being in a different world, with no combat uniform on his body, no gun on his waist, and his heart was empty. Walking along the emerald green saddle vine to the crowded shore, the scenery is full of scenery halfway, the shadows of the trees are swaying, the sea breeze is slightly salty, and a pineapple thorn is thorny, and the Song officials are holding messy hair and holding cigarette bags there to swallow clouds and spit out fog, completely destroying the beauty of the island scenery.

Wu Wentao was stunned, looked left and right, and thought that he had gone to the wrong place, looking at the young man opposite's Luotuo appearance, he couldn't help but smile dumbly, this other people are happy to take off on the island, this kid is good, just like people.

"What's going on?" Wu Wentao paced over, smelled the choking smoke, and snatched the smoke pot with his hand.

"Bask in the sun." Song Jiu's eyes rolled white, patted the tobacco on his hand and stood up, muttering, "What about you?" Why? ”

"Just like you." Wu Wentao stood side by side with him, looking at the mountains and rocks on the other side of the mangrove forest.

Song Jiu shrugged his shoulders and followed his gaze, reflecting the beautiful scenery of the sea and sky, a muscular man in pants was chatting happily with two girls with long hair, and he couldn't see his appearance from a distance.

"That's right." Song Jiu's eyes rolled and he remembered something.

"What?"

"When we were on the national highway, you said that you had time to tell me about your anti-water job-hopping, and it just so happened that we both seemed to be basking in the sun, so you can tell me about it." Song Jiu took the cigarette pot and took two sips, squeezing his eyes at him.

Wu Wentao's expression was suffocated, and he suddenly wanted to take a cigarette pouch to give him a slap in the head, such a comfortable and leisurely good time, who the wants to talk to you about these things?

"Deaf, don't talk about pulling down." Song Jiu knew that the gossip was hopeless when he saw his expression, so he pouted and sat down against the trunk of the tree.

"Actually, it's nothing, and it doesn't hurt to tell you." Wu Wentao sat down next to him, grabbed a handful of warm sand, and his eyes flashed with a sense called the past.

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