It was almost evening, and the sun gradually converged on its dazzling light, turning into a golden disc. The cloudless sky, blue, like a clear and clear lake. Slowly, the color became more and more intense, like a lake deepening.

The majestic mountains in the distance, under the reflection of the setting sun, are painted with a layer of golden yellow, which looks particularly magnificent. After a while, the sun showed its last smile, holding the head of the mountain, reflecting the last blush to the earth and sky, which was the beautiful sunset.

"What's your name?"

"Willow!"

"Be louder, haven't you eaten!"

"Report, my name is Yang Liu, Yang of Yang Liu, Yang of Yang Liu!"

Sun Maoliang nodded at Yang Liu, and then smiled.

"Tell me, why join the army." Sun Maoliang looked at the sunset and asked.

"It's glorious to be a soldier, it's a supreme glory, and you don't hesitate to go to the soup and fire!" Yang Liu is still the same sentence, there is no change, the only thing that has become is his eyes, more and more determined!

Sun Maoliang looked at Yang Liu's luggage. "The covers are all packed up in advance, and you're so sure I'm going to want you?"

Yang Liu said solemnly: "Report, I have cut off my back road, if you don't want me, then I am no different from death, so you will definitely want me and let me join the army, because the country needs us to be the back waves!"

Sun Maoliang said lightly: "The country needs you to go into battle not to kill the enemy, but to stick to the rear, study hard, and build a real powerful country that is superior in all aspects!"

"Then why do you want to take me?" Yang Liu asked puzzled.

"Because of your eyes, I have seen it before, and only with such an indelible belief will I leave it." Sun Maoliang looked at Yang Liu again: "You are a good material to be a soldier, work hard, as you said, for the sake of the country, go to the soup and fire, do not hesitate!"

......

Yang Liu successfully joined the army and was arranged in a queue.

Seeing this, the village chief who came to see him off also left with peace of mind.

An old farmer from Zhaojia Village came to the team and found Yang Liu, who was holding a baby in his arms.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you so much, I almost can't live without this child! I don't know how to repay you, I can make you a cow and a horse in the next life! The old farmer said to the willow and was about to kneel.

Seeing this, Yang Liu stopped the old farmer, couldn't hide his pride, and said: "You are serious, I am a soldier of the people, I should be!"

The old peasant finally said a few words of thanks and left, returning to the large army of villagers.

It was already evening, and he was going to start his journey at noon, but after returning to the village, too many things had happened, and it had been delayed for too long, and now he could finally go on the road, at this time, Sun Maoliang suddenly remembered a person, and he hurriedly walked towards the mountain west of the village.

At sunset, a child of only three or four years old stood in front of a mound of earth, his face melancholy.

The unprecedented maturity he showed surprised everyone.

He just stood there stunned.

Everyone thought he would cry all over the world, but he didn't, just hugged his father's neck tightly after his death and refused to let go.

In the end, the villagers buried the child's dead father and another man who had died of poisoning into the earth.

There was also a woman who committed suicide, she lost her child, and finally saw her husband fall to the ground foaming at the mouth but could not do anything, she finally broke down completely, hugged the child and her husband, she picked up the knife, and committed suicide.

A family of three hugged each other and died.

With regret and unwillingness, the villagers put the four people into the ground with peace of mind.

Sun Maoliang looked at the child who was still standing there, and said: I have never seen such a bold child, his maturity far exceeds his age.

This child is Zhao Xiaohui.

When they were caught by the devil at the base, the villagers were forced to take different drugs, and the devil's chemist used the villagers' bodies to fight for the purpose of live experiments.

Some drugs are not lethal, while others can be fatal.

Drugs that can kill people are often just developed and have not been experimented in vivo, so the lethality rate is extremely high, and if you are lucky, you will survive, and if you are not lucky, you will have to die, because there is no antidote to these chemicals.

Zhao Shanhua and Danhuazi were such unfortunate that in the end, the toxin that had been building up for a long time finally broke out, and they didn't resist it after all.

Zhao Shanhua fell when he was about to leave, but he fell down so suddenly and never got up again.

Zhao Xiaohui came to the fallen Zhao Shanhua and asked Zhao Xiaobo, who was still crying silently next to him, "What's wrong with my father?"

Zhao Xiaobo looked at Zhao Xiaohui and said in a choked voice: "Your father went to a far away place, that place is very beautiful, very beautiful, and your father will stay there forever and will never come back."

Zhao Xiaohui responded: "That's the case."

Then he leaned down and hugged Zhao Shanhua's neck tightly, and hugged him for a long time, and finally no one could pull it away.

After a long time, seeing that the sun was about to set, Zhao Xiaohui let go and said to the people behind him: "I'm sorry for you."

The villagers were stunned at first, and then they all set out to bury Zhao Shanhua.

A mound of earth that was a head taller than Zhao Xiaohui was towered like this.

Zhao Xiaohui was still standing there.

Zhao Xiaobo looked at Zhao Xiaohui and asked the village chief on the side, "What's wrong with Xiaohui, the blow is too stupid?" Dad didn't know how to cry when he died? ”

The village chief did not reply.

After a while, Zhao Xiaohui turned around and came to the village chief, looked back at his father's grave, looked up at the village chief and said, "Grandpa the village chief, thank you for so many years, I really thank you for my father!"

Zhao Shanhua is an orphan who grew up with the support of the villagers, and the best for Zhao Shanhua is the village chief.

The village chief was stunned, looking at Zhao Xiaohui, who was not as high as his knees, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Is he really a three-year-old?

Zhao Xiaohui looked at Zhao Xiaobo again and said, "It's useless to cry, if crying can bring my father back to life, I want to cry all over the sky." My father wanted me to be strong, so I wanted to be strong. It had nothing to do with crying, but I really didn't want to cry because crying only made me feel more guilty and more incompetent. ”

Zhao Xiaobo's eyes widened, and his mouth opened until Zhao Xiaohui finished speaking.

He was so shocked, and now Zhao Xiaohui gave him the feeling that he was like an old man who had gone through ups and downs standing in front of him and reasoning with him.

"I see, I understand, no matter how charming the morning sun is, it will go west after all!" At this time, the village chief said something inexplicable to Zhao Xiaohui again, and then looked in the direction of the setting sun.

"Yes", Zhao Xiaohui replied, and then looked at the sunset.

The sunset and the sunset covered almost the entire sky, and the brilliance through the clouds was ......

Well, the world is beautiful.

Equally, it is cruel and ugly.