George was a small carpenter's apprentice in town. He was an orphan, who liked to wear a beret that he had picked up out of nowhere, and lived in a small storehouse at Mrs. Gerbe's house, and wore a white-washed garment all year round. He was mischievous and innocent, like all boys of all ages, who loved and hated, with blue eyes like a reflection of the sky, and when he was shy, he would hold his hat in his hand and stir uneasily.

At that time, the war for territory was still raging, and the air above the town seemed to be filled with the smell of gunsmoke. But the war had apparently not yet reached this small town in the middle of nowhere, and George's flowers were planted in pots, and the doors of the early house were still opened punctually.

Until one autumn evening, George helped the bar owner clean his cups as usual. The boss sat down, beckoned him to rest, and poured him a beer, the honey-colored foam in the mug was very tempting. George sniffed and took a tentative sip. Immediately afterward, an indescribable taste in his mouth made his face wrinkle uncomfortably.

He walked home, and the smell of beer still lingered in his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and quickened his steps, all he thought was to hurry home and help Mrs. Gerbay make the soup—he would never drink beer again for the rest of his life.

Suddenly, he spotted a dark figure on the side of the road, and approached curiously, and by the moonlight he could see that it was a fainted man, dressed in clothes that George had never seen before, and with some slight injuries on his body.

He remembered the words of Mrs. Gerbey, who often said that helping others is the essence of happiness.

The autumn nights in the town were very cold, and George hugged himself tightly, thinking that this man might freeze to death if he lay down on the street all night. And he shouldn't die without help.

So he barely pulled the big man up, and the weight of an adult male weighed down him to catch his breath every few steps. Luckily, it wasn't far from home, otherwise he wouldn't have the energy to drag him home.

George placed him in his little storehouse, and called Mrs. Gerbe, but Mrs. Gerbey's face became extremely ugly when she saw the man.

"George, you've picked up a big problem." Mrs. Gerbe said in a deep voice, "He wears a military uniform, and it seems that he must be an officer of an enemy country." ”

"Officer?" George asked. He was still a child and didn't know what war meant.

Mrs. Gerbe was silent for a long time, and then took a deep breath, as if she had made a great decision.

"Yes. But we can't die without help. She replied, and went back to get some of her husband's clothes and gave them to George.

"George, change these clothes for him, and let him go when he is well. Remember, you can't let others know that he exists, get it? Mrs. Gerbe lowered her head for a moment, then crouched down and looked at George, "George, you must remember that all lives are equal. It has nothing to do with gender, rich or poor, country or even species. We saved him today because if we didn't save him, he would die. And we can't die without help, you know? ”

George blinked, not understanding why Mrs. Gerbe was so serious all of a sudden, and he just nodded in understanding.

The next morning, John, who woke up, looked around strangely, and looked strangely at the white gauze on his arm and the clothes that did not belong to him. At the sound of footsteps and the door opening, he sat up straight and assumed a defensive posture vigilantly.

He looked at the little boy who had come in, wearing a beret, with beautiful blue eyes, and freckles on his face that made him look innocent and cute, while he was putting the soup and bread in his hand on the table.

"You saved me?" John asked in a hoarse voice.

"And, of course, Mrs. Gerbe, who brought you the clothes. You're so heavy, and it took me a lot of effort to drag you back. George replied, gesturing to the food on the table, "You must be hungry." ”

"You don't know who I am?"

"Mrs. Gerbe says you are an officer in an enemy country."

John fell silent, the aroma of food wafting through the air almost destroying his sanity. He slowly got out of bed, picked up the bread, and glanced at George with some hesitation.

In the end, he gritted his teeth, and instead of starving to death, it was better to solve the needs of his stomach first. The boy saved him, and he shouldn't have poisoned him again.

He munched on his bread, days of hunger draining his energy. He swallowed the soup and licked the bottom of the bowl.

"Why did you save me?" John asked, staring straight at George.

"Mrs. Gerbe said that all lives are equal, and we cannot see death without help."

"You know what that means? If I go back, maybe the war will become more brutal, and then more people will bleed and die in your country! He almost uttered the words, and he couldn't understand why they were willing to save an officer from an enemy country.

George's eyes widened, and he looked at him incredulously and asked, "Why do you have to fight?" If war only bleeds to death, then why should there be war? Isn't it good for everyone to live happily together? ”

John was dumbfounded by his question, and he lowered his head, not daring to look the boy in the eye. He couldn't tell him that it was because the two neighbors wanted to occupy each other's territory, or that it was difficult for everyone to live happily for various reasons.

George moved the bench and sat next to him, "Do you have a family?" Where are they? Are there any flowers where you live? Oh yes, do you like flowers? What kind of flowers do you like best? ”

His barrage of questions was a headache, and John looked at him and smiled lightly.

"My hometown is rich in tulips, and my fiancée is a good tulip grower...... But now she is gone, and my hometown is in ruins under fire......"

He lowered his head, looking decadent and depressed.

"Maybe you're right, little ghost. If war is going to bleed to death, then war shouldn't be needed. He rubbed George's head, "I wish you were growing up healthy...... Don't be like me. Teach you that Mrs. Gerbe must be a great woman, and you have to listen to her well. ”

John soon left, and George never saw him a second time since.

Later, he grew up and became a good carpenter.

Later, when the fighting had subsided, George went one day to John's country, where he passed by the residence of a priest.

There, he saw a large field of tulips blooming in the priest's courtyard.

George was a small carpenter's apprentice in town. He was an orphan, who liked to wear a beret that he had picked up out of nowhere, and lived in a small storehouse at Mrs. Gerbe's house, and wore a white-washed garment all year round. He was mischievous and innocent, like all boys of all ages, who loved and hated, with blue eyes like a reflection of the sky, and when he was shy, he would hold his hat in his hand and stir uneasily.

At that time, the war for territory was still raging, and the air above the town seemed to be filled with the smell of gunsmoke. But the war had apparently not yet reached this small town in the middle of nowhere, and George's flowers were planted in pots, and the doors of the early house were still opened punctually.

Until one autumn evening, George helped the bar owner clean his cups as usual. The boss sat down, beckoned him to rest, and poured him a beer, the honey-colored foam in the mug was very tempting. George sniffed and took a tentative sip. Immediately afterward, an indescribable taste in his mouth made his face wrinkle uncomfortably.

He walked home, and the smell of beer still lingered in his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and quickened his steps, all he thought was to hurry home and help Mrs. Gerbay make the soup—he would never drink beer again for the rest of his life.

Suddenly, he spotted a dark figure on the side of the road, and approached curiously, and by the moonlight he could see that it was a fainted man, dressed in clothes that George had never seen before, and with some slight injuries on his body.

He remembered the words of Mrs. Gerbey, who often said that helping others is the essence of happiness.

The autumn nights in the town were very cold, and George hugged himself tightly, thinking that this man might freeze to death if he lay down on the street all night. And he shouldn't die without help.

So he barely pulled the big man up, and the weight of an adult male weighed down him to catch his breath every few steps. Luckily, it wasn't far from home, otherwise he wouldn't have the energy to drag him home.

George placed him in his little storehouse, and called Mrs. Gerbe, but Mrs. Gerbey's face became extremely ugly when she saw the man.

"George, you've picked up a big problem." Mrs. Gerbe said in a deep voice, "He wears a military uniform, and it seems that he must be an officer of an enemy country." ”

"Officer?" George asked. He was still a child and didn't know what war meant.

Mrs. Gerbe was silent for a long time, and then took a deep breath, as if she had made a great decision.

"Yes. But we can't die without help. She replied, and went back to get some of her husband's clothes and gave them to George.

"George, change these clothes for him, and let him go when he is well. Remember, you can't let others know that he exists, get it? Mrs. Gerbe lowered her head for a moment, then crouched down and looked at George, "George, you must remember that all lives are equal. It has nothing to do with gender, rich or poor, country or even species. We saved him today because if we didn't save him, he would die. And we can't die without help, you know? ”

George blinked, not understanding why Mrs. Gerbe was so serious all of a sudden, and he just nodded in understanding.