"Crane, your father's leg was injured, he was injured by a monster, and now he is recuperating at home, you look at him, he is anxious like something, and he still says me." She was complaining to me about the middle-aged man next to her, but her voice was not the slightest disgruntle.

"Hmm."

I choked up, but I didn't dare to say anything superfluous, I was not Zhou He, I could only listen to this mother with guilt.

"Crane, Mom went to take medicine first, Mom doesn't want to wait for you to come back, Mom won't be able to see your appearance." She was a little reluctant, but still said: "Talk to your dad first, talk well, don't talk back, he is a master with a knife mouth and a tofu heart." ”

I answered, and the voice on the phone changed, into a low, deep and imperceptible trembling voice: "Little crane, it's me." ”

"Hmm."

My muscles tensed unconsciously in response. The voice on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and suddenly calmed down inexplicably: "What do you think of your Uncle Qin?" ”

I subconsciously replied, "It's good." "I didn't know that the person on the phone gave me a trap, but I unconsciously got into it.

He was silent on the phone, silent for four or five seconds, low and deep, but with the majesty of a general who has been on the battlefield for a long time, and his voice was very cold: "You are not my son. ”

What the?

I was stunned, could it be that Zhou He had a bad relationship with his father? But his next sentence made me feel like falling into an ice cave, chilling all over, and I involuntarily clenched the phone and rattled it.

"Who are you? Why are you pretending to be my son? His voice was very majestic, and every word was like thunder, and it exploded in my head.

"I ・・・・・・"

It was as if I had been choked by the throat and was about to suffocate.

Immediately afterwards, the voice changed, like an old man, with the last glimmer of hope, cautiously asking me, "What about my son?" ”

"He's... dead."

Bang!

I closed my eyes, as if waiting for the judgment on the other end of the phone, only to hear the crisp sound of the glass falling to the ground and shattering.

There is such a picture in my mind: a middle-aged man in a wheelchair, stretched out his trembling hand, went to take the cup next to him, wanted to drink saliva, to calm his inner uneasiness, but heard my response, his hand trembled violently, the water glass slipped from his hand, fell to the ground, glass slag and boiling water poured on the ground, but he didn't realize it, the whole person stiffened in the wheelchair, a pair of majestic tiger eyes gushed out a line of old tears.

"Why are you pretending to be my son?" The voice seemed to age dozens of years in an instant, trembling: "Aren't you afraid of being shot if you ・・・・・・?" ”

"To keep ・・・・・・ alive."

I clenched my fists and closed my eyes. My mind was filled with the voice of condemnation, as if I was carrying a heavy shackle, so heavy that I couldn't breathe, it said that I was a sinner, I cruelly shattered the hope of a father, the hope of a family, but ・・・・・・ I just wanted to live by myself? Is this also wrong?

The other end of the phone was silent for a long time, as if immersed in the grief of losing my parent, I carefully controlled my breathing, and did not dare to make a sound.

I stood stiffly at my desk, this station, I stood for half an hour, the phone in my hand was not hung up, the other party was not hung up, they were all silent, one was immersed in grief, the other fell into condemnation, and the fear of being exposed.

"I won't debunk you... I hope that please don't tarnish my son's identity... The voice on the phone gave me a feeling of being strong, and my breathing was a little heavy: "Your mother has good medicine, listen to her and comfort her." ”

Hearing his words, I should have breathed a sigh of relief, but I felt the invisible shackles on my shoulders getting heavier and heavier, and I was suffocating more and more, my eyes were moist again, and my tears were completely uncontrollable, like an uncontrollable torrent, gushing out of my eyes, burning my shell and my fragile soul. I don't know if it's because I'm grateful for the other person's generosity, or if it's because I ・・・・・・ because I escaped death.

"Hey, Crane, Mom has already taken good medicine, this medicine is a little pungent and smells bad・・・・・"

She whispered in my ear, kept talking, kept talking, I kept listening, silently apologized in my heart・・・・・・ Mother, please forgive me for deceiving you in order to live.

"Crane, isn't mom talking too much? Are you asleep? She was in a good mood and joked to me.

"No, no." I replied.

"Well, Mom won't bother you, you listen to Uncle Qin Hu's words there, pay attention, protect yourself, Mom will wait for you to come back." She was a little reluctant: "Then mom hung up the phone first, you pay more attention to protecting yourself." ”

"Hmm."

From the beginning to the end, I didn't say more than five words, there was a busy tone on the phone, I was still stiff in place, my hand holding the phone was a little numb, and my body was a little stiff.

I gently put the phone back in its place, and walked out with the heavy shackles, the heavy military identity.

"Finished talking?"

When General Qin saw me coming out, he handed me a bag of lunches: "Eat something." After speaking, he handed me a piece of paper and scolded: "Wipe your cat urine, big man's, it's useless." ”

I took the paper, wiped it, and barely squeezed out a smile: "Let Uncle Qin see the joke." ”

"Look at what jokes, after eating, go to lead the army and need equipment, from today on, you will be my guard." He had a commanding tone, but it made me feel a little warm in my heart, he did treat me as Zhou He, as his nephew, said to be his guard, in fact, it was to protect me, after all, the safest place here is by his side as a general.

"Well, I still have something to do, you eat first, and after eating, ask him to take you to lead the army, I'll go and get busy first." He pointed to a guard beside him with dark skin and bright eyes, and the guard saluted me, "Major Zhou He." Then he handed me the document that proved my identity.

I held the lunch box in one hand, gave him a gift in my free hand, and took the ID, which was my other identity, the identity of a soldier.

"Major Zhou He, please follow me."

Like a starving ghost reincarnated, I quickly finished the slightly cold lunch, took a sip of water, and the guard told me.

It's just that I feel a little heavy when I hear the Major's words, they are two heavy words, and I don't know if I can carry it on my shoulders.

"What's your name?"

On the way, I asked the guard with a smile.

"Li Yong, just call me Yongzi." He was a little unsmiling. But it reminds me of another person, he is also called Yongzi, a martyr who blocked those freaks with his broken body, he was swallowed up by the freaks, and did not leave any last words, I don't know how many people in this world are like Yongzi, silently dedicating their lives, but no one remembers. They are all unsung heroes, when disaster comes, there will always be people who dare to donate their bodies, and there will always be countless heroes born, with the light of life, to dispel the darkness and the evil born in the darkness.

My mouth is a little bitter, but I am just an ordinary civilian, but I have become a substitute for a soldier in a daze, do I also have to sacrifice my life to defend the people? I know that I don't seem to have the ability or courage to do ・・・・・・. Thinking about it, I shook my head again, after all, I am a gentleman, and the glorious title of those heroes should be humbly given to others.

I was taken to their quartermaster depot by Yong Li Yong, who first gave me a guard uniform, then a 07 new automatic rifle, and a 09 pistol.

Holding the oily gun, I sniffed it, played with it happily, carried it on my body, and then was led by Li Yong to the bathing area.

On the road, many civilians wandered around, their heads bowed, as if searching for something on the ground, and soldiers patrolled with guns.

"What are they?"

I pointed to the civilians who were wandering about, like zombies numb with walking corpses, some moaning with hunger, others yelling at not being angry, some arguing, some sloshing, some curled numbly in corners, staring blankly at the gray sky.

"There are too many survivors in the base, there are not enough supplies, they are shaking around, looking for food, or to see if someone else is hiding food, there are people arguing over there over for food, but the atmosphere is relatively quiet."

"No one is making trouble?"

I asked.

"Yes, and every day, but the troublemakers were killed." Li Yong replied to me with a calm face.