The town of Fedner.

The town isn't particularly famous, and when Marion and his group passed through the area a few years ago, it was already a bit of a decay. After all, if this place loses its military value, then it really has nothing special anymore.

Everyone in the town knows that there has been a strange dad around in recent years, and this person especially hates Svadia. In fact, people have gradually stopped thinking of the Swadias as the primary enemy in their hearts, but for this old man, the Svadias will always be the most hateful people. People looked at the old man's sunken eye sockets and understood the old man's identity. The Rhodoks are always full of pity for such old people, who, many years ago, were murdered for the happiness of others.

Whenever the old man came to the town, people would take the initiative to help him clean his resting place, and from time to time give him a ladle of milk or a few handfuls of fruit.

This old man has become the most familiar street scene in the town. People in the surrounding towns know that whenever you walk across the small stone bridge in the city of Phaedra, an old man will remind you: "Beware of northerners!" ”

As time went on, more and more newborns began to ask their parents, what did this old man do? Why did he warn everyone of northerners?

Wounds from the past are increasingly reluctant to be brought up. Whenever some young people talk about a certain heroic man who killed people in wartime, people who are a little older and have experienced war will sigh silently on the sidelines. For them, those years were by no means worth writing about, and those days were filled with sleepless nights of fear, and every night there would be noise in the distance, and then a man would be taken away by the gendarmerie, and many people now do not know where their loved ones ended up.

For military and politicians, optimistic and legendary war stories can add a lot of glory to them, but for civilians, such memories only add to the pain in their hearts.

The people began to dislike the old man no longer and forbade their children to listen to the old man's tales of the brutality of the Northland. Adults know that once their children come into contact with the old man, they will come home with red eyes and ask their parents to tell them about the past, and they will be angry to seek revenge on the Swadias in the future. The child was only a few years old and was instilled with incomparable hatred. It is true that for the Rhodoks, it may not be something that a generation can do to say that they want to forgive the Swadians completely, but even the slightest sensible parent will feel uncomfortable when he sees his child shouting the most vicious words in a childish voice.

Gradually, the old man himself felt the townspeople's growing coldness.

No one will give him rich drinks and food anymore; When he groped his way down the hill, there was no one to show him the way; The curious child no longer sat on his knees and listened to his stories.

The old man sat on the edge of the bridge in his old clothes, and whenever someone passed by, he would still shout: "Beware of northerners! Look at my eyes! ”

This worked for a short time, but man was an easily accustomed animal, and it was not long before the old man could not get him an audience, no matter how much he cursed the northerners.

The old man himself tended to half an acre of idle land on the mountain. Every time he went down the mountain, the old man would bring a basket and a half of sunflower seeds, radishes, and other mountain goods, and he put them in front of him. If the townspeople have what they want, they just need to exchange food with him, and it is up to the townspeople to give more or less. Although the townsfolk no longer treated him as favorably as they did at the beginning, they still took care of him silently. In the winter, the town's magistrate sent the old man to a warehouse to keep a vigil and prevent him from going back to the mountains, and it was known that without firewood, the old man would be turned into a piece of frozen meat in three days.

In the winter, people would help the old man burn the fireplace. People looked at this old man who was drowsy by the fire by the hearth, and their hearts were pitiful and helpless. Some people even secretly hope that this old man would die early, and his difficult life is a burden to himself and others. The old man is seen as the embodiment of Rhodok's painful memories, and it is felt that the death of the old man will end an era of war and tears, and at the same time usher in a new era of opportunity and trust.

At the beginning of spring, the old man went back to the mountains for a month, carrying a basket of mushrooms and some tubers and trembling back to the town. It was supposed to be a sunny season, but after the people of the town saw this old man, they slowly cast a shadow in their hearts.

The owner of the inn is still the same person as before. A few days ago a young man came, the boss remembered him, a few years ago, this young man asked him about the war sites around here, the boss remembered, this young man was a northerner.

This time, the young man gave the boss a problem.

"You want to convince that old bone? Go back to where you came, my dear friend. You are doing something that has no hope at all, this old man has hated the north for half his life, and you can't move him. ”

It wasn't the first time my father had heard this say, and when the people in the town heard about my father's mission, they all felt that they had met the most pitiful person. People recalled the story of the old man to each other, and finally the father intermittently figured out the life story of the old man, the story was too heavy, and the father was a little out of breath. The Rhodoks told their father that there were now more than a thousand such people, and that they were scattered all over Rhodok, and that these people and their families were the most staunch anti-Swadia people, at least for now.

Father couldn't help but begin to admire Garcia, and his father couldn't imagine if he could treat anyone in that country calmly if Jill's eyes were gouged out from other countries.

"Thank you," said the father to the townsfolk who persuaded him, "but I still have to see him, yes, I have to." I heard that he's going down the mountain in the next few days, do you know where he's usually located? ”

They took my father to the edge of the stone bridge and told him to wait in this place, saying that soon the old man would come.

My father would walk around the town every morning and help people with the work, and they liked this young man from the north. Soon a farmer who had visited his family in the town recognized his father and said, "Haha, sir, remember me?" ”

"You are?"

Father was a little confused. But soon, a jovial little girl ran out and called her father's name. This little girl reminded my father that this was the family of flower farmers around Wright's father's grave. At that time, this little girl gave her father more than a lily, and the asking price was two candies.

This flower farmer also occasionally entered the town this time, and he did not expect to meet this kid who had left in a hurry a few years ago.

"It's strange to say, after you left, my family's flowers bloomed with a special number, and now other families buy flower seedlings from my family, which is another amount of money, but no matter how they plant, my family's flowers are the best. You guys bring good luck hehe".

The little girl said, "Well, Daddy, you don't believe what I said: since that day when they went to bring flowers to the cemetery, the old man in the helmet brought home a handsome young man, and I saw them tending to our garden every night, and our flowers could not grow well."

The little girl's inexplicable words stunned her father, and the farmer shook his head, "This girl of mine is becoming more and more mysterious, and no boy dares to like him now, and I don't know how to marry him in the future."

A few years ago, my father had heard this little girl say that she would often see an old man in a white helmet hanging around their house. His father had told Sabel about it, and Sabel said that either the little girl had made it up, or that the little girl could see things that others could not see.

Sabel told his father that it was called 'spiritism' and that occasionally someone would see something that no one else could see, but it should never be true.

My father has always liked this little girl, and she has many similarities with Rhine. At this time, my father had no sugar on him, so he had to touch the little girl's head and promise to bring her candy next time.

"No need, your grandfather always told me where the sweetest mulberries were in the mountains, and I always searched for them, and I could find them, and every time I ate them with a black mouth."

"My grandfather?" , my father was even more confused.

At this time, the flower farmer knew that he couldn't let his daughter talk nonsense anymore, so he took her away, and said to his father with a smile that if he had time, he might as well go to his house again.

The flower farmer half-jokingly said, "My eldest daughter is ripe and smells of strawberries all over her body, and she remembers you." ”

My father didn't understand what he meant, and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll definitely go when I have time."

The little girl was pulled away by her father, and at this time the little girl suddenly looked back at her father with a serious face, her expression was suddenly full of vicissitudes, not like a little girl at all, "Spring is coming, plus spring is coming".

The father looked at the little girl suspiciously, not knowing what she was saying. The little girl suddenly smiled, and turned into the elf and eccentric flower farmer girl again, and was pulled away by her father with a smile.

Just when my father was surprised, the innkeeper sent someone to find my father, "The old man has returned."

When my father saw the old man for the first time, he felt a little kind. In terms of appearance, this old man is very similar to Garcia, that is, a much older Garcia, with very old clothes on his body, which have only been washed not long ago, with some patches and a few dull oil spots.

My father stood by the bridge, thought for a while, and walked over slowly.

Hearing someone approaching, the old man opened one eye, which was covered with a white membrane and looked a little scary.

"Beware of the northerners!"

As the father continued to approach, the old man pushed out the mountain goods he had brought, meaning that he would let his father pick it up and exchange it for some food. The father sat aside and placed some of the bread he had brought from the inn beside the old man. The old man fumbled his way through the contents of his basket.

"Thank you, name?"

"Arcadio '''Arcadio Second'', uh, maybe you heard your brother say it'''''

Before the father could finish speaking, he saw the old man trembling all over, groping around with both hands, and at last the father saw the old man draw a cane from his back basket.

"Swadiaans? Ha! I've caught a Swadia?! ”

The townspeople soon saw a strange scene: the old man was chasing a young man. The old man shouted and cursed, and occasionally could not keep up, so he shouted, 'Stop! The young man really stood still, and the old man saw the direction and came up again to hit two sticks, and the young man ran again, and the meaningless chase began again.

This chase lasted two days. On the third day, the old man with a gloomy face and his father with a bandage on his arm were seen sitting on the edge of the bridge.

"Are you going to go or not?" , The old man said helplessly,

"My marriage to Adeline"

"Shut up! How can my little Adeline marry a Yankee! ”

"Then I won't leave."

"If you don't leave, I'll have to beat you when I get better."

"Your sticks are all discounted, hit me with what".

"You go find one for me".

“```”。

The two were at a stalemate. Soon, the old man ignored the young man and took out a board on which the sentence was written.

My father recognized it, and it was a phrase that blind people often used to win sympathy. But this sentence was uttered by this old man, not only for his own life experience, but also for the fate of the country.

"I can't see anything".