"Where have you been all these years?!" I asked him with some indignation.

He shoved a chunk of juicy lamb into his mouth and chewed it with his head down. Then he sighed, did not look up and did not speak.

"Grandma is dead and won't come back?! Are you human! ”

This sentence finally knocked him down. Song Gang slowly raised his head and looked at me blankly. From these big eyes, which were usually shining with fierceness and decisiveness, I saw a faint sadness and helplessness. I know that he grew up with his grandmother since he was a child, and he also attaches great importance to family affection, and there must be a reason why he hasn't appeared for so many years, and even when his grandmother died, there was no news. But I still couldn't hold back the anger that I had been holding back for so many years, and I said such heavy words. I think he should give me, or my dead grandmother, an account.

"Thank you. I want to come back, I miss grandma, I miss you. But..."Song Gang said this, his eyes revealing deep helplessness and pain.

He pushed open the bowl of spices in front of him, took a sip of beer, and took out a cigarette and lit it. Looking at the smoke rising from his eyes, "The seven of us have been together since the recruit company, and we have not been separated from the troops. Later we offended a person we couldn't afford to offend, and we got into a fight, and seven people beat a dozen of them, and we won. That kid kicked me and cracked my spleen.

He had someone in the military headquarters, and at that time there was a word from above, saying that a few of us would be better off dying. The regiment commander withstood the pressure, reported to the military region, and dealt with the seven of us in advance, that is, to remove the list. Although the punishment is very severe, the kid we offended has a deep background and great power, but his background is in the army, as long as we leave the army, even if we get rid of the possibility of his revenge. On the other hand, it was the regimental commander who protected us. Of course, this is the end of the military career of the seven of us.

It should have been sent back to our hometown, and we all felt that we had no face to go home. Xiao Qi, one of our youngest comrades-in-arms, lives in a village on the border between China and Myanmar, and he proposes to try his luck at the border. When we got there, we found that if we wanted to make a fortune, we either had to go to drug trafficking or mining, or to mine Burmese jade rough stones. Both of these are head-to-head businesses, and they have to deal with warlords and tribal forces that appear at any time.

We were all young at that time, and we didn't have too prominent survival skills, and the most proficient ones were combat skills practiced in the army. This small jungle country has frequent wars, and mercenaries are being recruited everywhere, according to the recruitment propaganda at the time, if you can survive in that environment for a year and a half, the commission is very considerable. Driven by a desire for money and a return to our homeland, we joined a team of mercenaries without the slightest mental struggle. Being able to get a lot of money in a year was still very attractive to me at the time.

But the first thing to usher in was the death of a comrade-in-arms. At this time, we had just joined this mercenary team for less than two months, and according to the original agreement of the seven of us, the surviving comrades-in-arms had the obligation to take care of the families of the fallen comrades, and of course, the most important thing was to give a pension to the families of the fallen comrades. He was happy when we asked the mercenary captain for a commission, but he threw us a packet of drugs. In this small jungle country, drugs are the second most hard currency after the US dollar.

If we were willing to accept drugs, we would have gone to drug trafficking a long time ago, and we would not have been mercenaries at all. When we asked for a commission in US dollars, the head of the regiment shook his head and said that this was the only one. The seven of us are not only united in this mercenary team, but also the most effective small group, so the mercenary leader will not deceive us, and it can even be said that he has no courage to deceive us. We didn't accept drugs, and the mercenary chief, in order to appease our anger, offered us another solution, to go to Africa.

There is a huge shortage of mercenaries in Africa, and the commission is definitely settled in US dollars. He contacted us with mercenary organizations in Africa and arranged trips, all of which offset the commission we were due. Later we learned that he was still making a lot of money by selling us to Africa, but it didn't matter. In Africa, a land ruled by religious tribes, we were overwhelmed by the fierce fighting that ensued, and we had no time to breathe.

African mercenary battles are very frequent and intense, sometimes lasting for days with unusually high intensity, which requires a lot of physical strength and willpower on both sides of the fight, and the slightest slackening can become a source of bounty for the other side. Of course, to survive the battle, the commission is also very substantial. We were able to collect the pension of our first fallen comrade in a relatively short period of time, fulfilling our promise.

However, before we could catch our breath, we ushered in the death of our second comrade-in-arms. It's an endless loop, I see it now, but at the time, we had no way back but to continue to engage in endless battles. This was followed by the death of the third comrade......

In order to numb the nerves of fear, and to see no hope for the future, I started drinking and playing with black women, and I also... Anyway, as long as I can relax my nerves a little, I've tried everything. Those who survive are not necessarily lucky. In the end, only two people survived, and Dazhang had one of his arms cut off by a piece of shrapnel in order to save me, and he dragged me back to cover with one hand. The road of more than ten meters was full of blood, the blood of two people, and I still dream of that bloody road.

That battle also paid off our promise completely, and I gave the final commission to Da Zhang. “

Silent.

"You've killed someone?!"

Silent.

In silence, we went back to my shop.

There was a yard at the back of the shop, and beyond that, where I lived. Song Gang was still immersed in grief, obviously, this aroused the deepest pain in his heart. The two of us never spoke again, made a pot of tea, and drank silently.

In my memory, Song Gang was not a silent and deep person. It should be Lotte, no heart and lungs, go to every day as happily as possible, and forget about unpleasant things in the shortest possible time, and have some chatter. This change made me a little uncomfortable, and I am a more boring person, preferring to think clearly before doing something. And his current state is a little closer to me. Two dull people, sitting in the courtyard in the cool autumn breeze drinking tea, look quite reclusive, but in fact, they are very bitter.

I suddenly remembered something, so I hurriedly said to him: "Your account has been cancelled by the developer. Our compound has been demolished, you don't know it yet. In order to divide the house less, you have no news, the developer has made a trick to cancel your household registration, I can't show evidence that you are still alive, and I can't fight that fat man. Sorry I didn't help you. ”

"I went to the developer, and I got the house back."

"Damn, I ran so many times that they wouldn't even let me in. How did you do it, they gave you a house so happily. ”

"I circumcised him, and he was so moved that he gave me the house." Song Gang finally raised his head and smiled lewdly.

"Die." I scolded.

PS: New book. Write while conceiving, not too fast, and strive to keep changing. Thank you for your support. Thank you.