At noon, a camphor tree stands alone by the winding path, its freehand canopy looking out into the sun, as if waiting for something.

The experiences of fate sometimes coincide, and on a rainy night a day ago, Wang Laoluo used to sit here to rest, and now it has a second patron.

Hu Yi turned the rifle on his back to his chest, untied the bag of dry food on his back and threw it aside, which contained more than a dozen potatoes roasted in the morning, sat on the ground against the trunk of the tree, and turned his head to look in the direction he came. The sound of artillery fire continued to come violently, and the devils began to attack Songjiang, where was the 1O8 Division and the army headquarters, and this was the second day of the mission of the 67th Army.

Now this qiē has nothing to do with him, and after looking at it blankly for a while, Hu Yi turned his face, grabbed the name tag on his chest, pulled it off violently, and threw it on the ground casually.

A breeze blew, bringing up the square piece of white cloth, with a blue border and black letters on a white background and a red stamp in the middle, Hu Yi, a soldier of the 3rd Company of the 1st Battalion of the 638th Regiment of the 107th Division, rolled under the wind, slid into the ditch, and was gradually submerged by the turbid flowing water, and slowly flowed away.

Close your eyes and rest on the camphor tree, feel it quietly for a while, and you can smell the faint fragrance of camphor wood. Saying goodbye to the army and officially becoming a deserter, it seems that he has not been able to make himself feel easy. The empty path is at my feet, and it doesn't mean anything but a chance to live, because I have no future.

The woman...... She should have left the village now, should she, I've untied her. Sooner or later, it will be swept away by the devils who are advancing, she should know. Am I doing something wrong? Ever since he left that room in a hurry, Hu Yi didn't know how many times he had asked this question in his heart. Did I do something wrong? At least she killed the stupid boy, and she should pay the price, as if that was the only justified reason. Is this really a reason?

A gust of wind blew gently, sweeping over the lonely camphor trees, and by the way, it took away a faint fragrance and drifted into the distance. Hu Yi walked back onto the path, gradually drifting away, becoming smaller.

Even though the weather was clear, the ground was still a large area of mud, because it was not a road in the first place, but a wilderness on both sides of the railway. Now the grass has been trampled into the mud, and it is all a mess of overlapping footprints. Compared with a few days ago, the Shanghai-Nanjing railway line is more noisy and noisy, no longer just a gray flow of people, now mixed with a variety of colors, a large number of refugees have also merged into this surging 'river of people', slowly to the west.

Everyone's expressions were almost numb, moving forward mechanically, some people sat in the mud and cried, some people crouched in the wild grass and gasped, this vast flow of people seemed to be a whole, and at the same time countless cold hearts, no one cared about the surroundings.

Squeezed by the passing mule and horse carts, Su Qing staggered and fell into the mud puddle, still the muddy plain gray cheongsam, and now wearing an extra shabby coat found in the village. Climbed out of the mud puddle and got up again, but there was a tingling pain, and he almost fell again, and a curved root hurt Su Qing's delicate ankle.

This qiē didn't stop her from moving forward, and she raised her dirty hand, wiped the sweat from her cheeks, and continued to stagger forward. Although he carried more than a dozen pieces of ocean on his body, the situation was different from what Su Qing imagined, no one here would give up food for the sake of the ocean, Su Qing didn't know how far he could go forward when he was weak, maybe he could hold on for another day, and then, like many people, he couldn't get up again, and he became a corpse in the mud.

But Su Qing didn't regret it, he had this consciousness from the time he joined the organization, and he was ready to sacrifice. The cherished chastity was taken away by a despicable and shameless deserter, which carved a deep wound in her heart, but it failed to break Su Qing's will, but instead aroused her stubborn character. She still has faith that supports her to move forward, and Wen Jiàn must be handed over to the organization!

Buzz – The shadow of the plane appears in the distant sky, and the humming sound heralds the coming of the plague. The slow flow of people suddenly panicked, rushed, trampled, screamed, wailed, and was then muffled by the sound of explosions.

The staggering Su Qing was knocked down by the surging panicked flow again, and the severe pain prevented her from standing up again, so she could only curl up her legs sideways, sit in the mud, and unwillingly turn her head, looking at the steel monster in the low altitude, and flew over with a strange roar, her wings kept flashing tongues of fire, and two rows of continuous blood mist were shot out along the flow of people, getting closer and closer, and becoming clearer and clearer......

The frightened people didn't know how to dodge the flying Grim Reaper, so they just ran forward with their heads in their hands. The soldiers, who had never experienced the strafing of the plane, just lay down on the spot, unaware of whether they were in the flight path of the plane. The two lines of death flew and shot wantonly along the flow of people, harvesting the numb souls and proudly creating a miserable howl.

From the moment he heard the sound of the plane, Hu Yi's head hurt violently, and his surroundings began to turn gray again, losing his color, and his head felt like a river and a sea. Stop, stand on the sleepers between the railroad tracks, and stare at the approaching plane. It would fly over the flow of people under the roadbed, so Hu Yi didn't follow the crowd to dodge in a panic, just stood on the high railway embankment, numbly looking at the absurd gray scenery around him.

For a moment, Hu Yi's eyes froze. In the muddy flow of people, there sat a strange and familiar beautiful figure, the scattered neck length was once smooth, the mud-stained delicate face was once fair, and the black pupils like water used to cry sadly in front of his eyes, but at this moment he released stubbornness and unwillingness, quietly looking in the direction of the coming of death. Through the gap of the rushing crowd, a flickering picture was formed, which intermittently met the narrow eyes, and hit Hu Yi's heart over and over again. For the first time in his life, Hu Yi realized that his heart would become fragile and vulnerable, and then mixed with a sense of guilt, it would be broken immediately.

Time seemed to stand still, but Hu Yi woke up in the stillness and no longer felt numb. The aimless heart finally saw the direction. Whoever she is, she is already my woman, whether she wants to or not, she is already my woman. I'm not just a deserter, I'm also a man.

People say that love is a very complicated thing, maybe it is, maybe it isn't, who knows. In the ill-fated beacon years, in this cold and numb gray world, in Hu Yi's heart that has been wandering for many years, he thought that this was love, at least his numb heart was broken. Maybe it's because of guilt, maybe it's because of physiological instinct, it doesn't matter, at least Hu Yi has found a reason for himself to live.

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