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Wen Pu lay on the balcony and saw the sky darken little by little. At this time, the lights of Beijing, east and west, lit up, sequins and bright blocks continue to collide, splic, fuse, form a larger sequins and bright blocks, Wen Pu knows that the internal organs of Beijing City, about to float out of this dizzy bright color.

When she realized that her legs were starting to go numb, Wen Pu went back to the house. Zhu Taotao went to Miyun for a meeting and won't come back tonight. It was an ordinary night, but this ordinary night was heavy and sour for the simple life and memory. For on this night he was going to light a pillar of incense and worship a man who had gone away, a man whom he called a master at that time.

After graduating from Wen Pu University, although it was said that he stepped into the ministry building, the roots did not take root, only the personnel relations remained in the office building, and the person was arranged to go to the Northeast Management Bureau, and after reporting to work, he went down to the field construction team of an engineering company for training.

Simplicity lit the incense that had been prepared long ago. In fact, in this night, Wen Pu prefers to be outdoors in a quiet place, order some yellow knife paper, silently watch them burn to ashes, and then fly away like black butterflies, but Beijing's air pollution is already quite bad, how can citizens be allowed to burn paper for the dead under Jiuquan outdoors, and then burn paper Beijing will not be able to live.

Looking at the rising cigarettes, the gentle memories and feelings gradually moved out of Beijing and drifted to a wasteland that was once related to his life and death......

2

The visibility outside the tent is getting worse and worse, if there is a wolf standing on the snow more than a dozen steps away at this time, Lao He, who has poor eyes, may say to Wen Pu, boy, do you see, sheep!

The falling snow was so thick that no one could afford to make eyes on it, covering the frozen and stiff wilderness tightly, which means that the two people in the tent were trapped by the heavy snow that fell suddenly last night.

The camp was withdrawn at noon yesterday, and it was planned to be withdrawn at one time, but the truck came less, and some equipment could not be pulled away, so angry that the captain turned his face with the team leader, and a few words were ruthless to the blade, and almost said that the face of the team leader was in a hurry. The current lack of cars, even if God came out to play a round, there was no curse, and the captain with a hanging face had to admit his bad luck and decided to keep someone to guard the things that could not be pulled away overnight.

They were all worried about leaving early, no one wanted to stay and watch the stall, Lao He saw that he was a master among these people, and it was not appropriate not to stand up, so he stood up and tried to ask the apprentice if he was willing to stay with him. Wen Pu was also very anxious to leave here, but if the master didn't leave, he could only stay with the master.

The night outside the tent has melted into the snow, and inside the tent, it has long been as dark as an underground cave. Lao He and Wen Pu were squeezed on a bed, with a quilt on their legs and two old sheepskin jackets on the quilt. On this day, the mood of the two of them was very bad, and they quarreled after touching each other several times, their mouths were ruthless, their faces were fierce, and their fists were clenched around their waists, as if they had a great feud. And in the time outside of the quarrel, the two of them discussed the immediate problem of survival with a sad face. This is a wasteland, there is no one within 100 miles around, from here to the west out of more than 20 kilometers, you will arrive at Qinggang Mountain, the winding mountain road with nine bends and eighteen bends, is the only passage for Lao He to enter and exit, now the heavy snow is coming, the mountain is also closed, if the car wants to come in again, you have to wait until the spring of the next year.

Yesterday, when the brigade left, the cooks left half a pot of potato beef stew left over from noon, as well as a few pieces of fat cake and two bottles of pure sorghum wine, for dinner. At dinner, the rest of the potato stew and empty wine bottles were thrown out of the tent by Wen Pu.

When it was dawn, they woke up, although they were awakened by freezing, but at least it showed that their biological clocks were not out of order. At this time, the temperature in the tent, not to mention the dripping water into ice, is not much worse. Lao He muttered, it's snowing again at night, right? It did fall with two stubbles of snow, but it didn't fall happily, and it only covered the first layer of snow. The door was pushed open halfway, and the two people in the tent suddenly saw the boundless snowy field, which was dazzlingly shining, and Lao He's body shook and let out a string of sneezes.

In the afternoon, Wen Pu suddenly said that I remembered, there is food, there is food! In Lao He's two gray and desperate eyes, there was immediately a strange light, staring at Wen Pu deadly. Wen Pu said, potato beef stew! The light in Lao He's eyes became stronger, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the Adam's apple on his neck looked more conspicuous than a few days ago, like a moldy walnut that had just been picked out of the wetland.

They didn't have any belongings in their hands, and their hands were their tools to find potato and beef stew. Fragile life, in such a helpless environment, always pours out all the energy of life to a glimmer of life. As the gentle body disappeared into the snow, Lao He's body disappeared in the blink of an eye, and two expanding snow pits appeared on the snow. Lao He and Wen Pu have both become snowmen, but they have not gained anything, which is a fatal blow to them who urgently need a mouthful of food to sustain their lives. They looked at each other, said nothing, and once again buried their heads in the snow looking for potato goulash. Once, Wen Pu got angry at Lao He's ass towards his face, and yelled, stay away from me! Lao He didn't pretend to be a bear this time, grabbed a handful of snow and threw it on Wen Pu. Wen Pu rushed forward, and knocked Lao He down, and the two rolled up on the snow, and each rode whose body over, as for who was cheap, and who suffered, it is difficult to say.

Back in the tent, Lao He asked Wen Pu how many pieces of beef he had eaten? Wen Pu glanced at him vigilantly, and said There are not many pieces, what about you, you have eaten a lot of pieces, right? Lao He wiped his mouth that was still stained with snow foam and said, my hands stink, and the few pieces I touched were all potatoes. I don't know how many potatoes and a few pieces of beef they ate, but in short, they had a little food in their stomachs, so that they also had a little spirit on their faces. But soon after, their minds, which had just begun to wake up, were filled with fear, and they realized that the spiritual catastrophe was worse than physical hunger, and fear was closer to death than hunger.

On this night, although their belief in survival was blurred several times, they finally supported their respective bodies. In order to prevent their bodies from turning into zombies after a night, they decided to remove a bed board to keep warm. They worked in the dark, and soon dismantled a piece of bed into a pile of planks.

Flames burst out of the cold hearth, and the shadow of the fire was imprinted on the roof of the tent. Lao He leaned next to the stove and fiddled with his two hands by the light of the fire. When Lao He was removing the bed board just now, he had wooden thorns on his hands, which may have been quite deep, otherwise Lao He would not have grinned. Wen Pu came to Lao He and squatted down, grabbed Lao He's left hand that was fiddling with him and said, with your rotten eyes, you can't pick out the gold bars. Lao He made a mistake, withdrew his hand, and turned his back.

3

Now they had struggled until noon on the fourth day, but one of them couldn't remember the first day, sometimes five days, and then seven or eight days. Wen Pu said you are confused, this is the fourth day. Wen Pu didn't know that Lao He was having a fever at this time, and his body was trembling under the quilt and leather jacket. However, Lao He felt that his head and body were not hot, and it seemed that he was having a low-grade fever.

Wen Pu glanced at Lao He, walked out of the tent, awkwardly put his right hand into the pocket of his leather jacket, took out a piece of hard erection and stuffed it into his mouth. Now his body is no longer squeamish, and when he adds a little food, he has a positive reaction, and the gurgling sound in his stomach can be heard far away. He ate a total of two pieces, as if one was beef and one was a potato. When he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, he couldn't help frowning two thick eyebrows, as if he had something tangled in his heart. He exhaled cautiously, and then inhaled it into his nostrils again with the same care, feeling the circulating air current, which tasted good, and the roots of his teeth were crispy, he couldn't help but be smart. Back at the door of the tent, Wen Pu became timid, and glanced into the tent with a weak heart, and saw that Lao He was still lying like just now. He breathed a sigh of relief, and his hanging heart fell. But instead of going into the tent, he leaned against the doorframe, as if waiting for the sun. He listened carefully, but there was no movement in the tent, and he wondered if Lao He was asleep. And he went into the tent. Master? Master...... Wen Pu screamed twice, but Lao He did not react. He's dead? As soon as he thought about it, Wen Pu shook his head, because he felt Lao He's faint breathing, and he thought that Lao He still had a breath.

Wen Pu heard the sound of grinding his teeth, and also saw his two hands clasped together into a pincer shape, leaning towards Lao He's thin neck. In fact, Lao He didn't fall asleep, Lao He first felt some kind of danger coming silently with the instinct of survival. Lao He really saw the deadly danger in his feeling from the slit-like eyes, so close that it was suffocating, Lao He's heart tightened, shrinking to the point that he was about to lose his elasticity. Lao He wanted to let his frightened body scream a few times, but the little bit of strength in his heart was always out of his throat. Lao He Xin said, admit it, just toss with the young man, his old meat, if he can maintain his little life, give it to him, the young man's life, how to say that it is worth more than his own old bones. The two simple hands were stuck in place. At this time, these hands are not only filled with people's desire for success, but also contain the predatory energy of beasts. However, just when these hands were about to exert their strength, the owner of these hands suddenly saw muddy tears rolling out of Lao He's two collapsed eye sockets.

Lao He's tears interfered with the gentle hunting operation, he was stunned, his heart trembled, and the energy on his hands was not enough to complete that mission. Wen Pu was in a trance, withdrew his hands that were no longer pincer-shaped, and gasped for breath intermittently, his face was as frightened as dirt by what he had just done, and his two lips trembled as if he was holding a piece of ice that would never be dissolved in his mouth. After waiting for a while, seeing that Lao He's eyelids still hadn't opened, Wen Pu stabilized his beating and jumping heart. Wen Pu subconsciously glanced at the door, bit his lip tightly, frowned, took out a blackened thing from his pocket, and stuffed it into Lao He's open mouth. The smell that spread from between his lips suddenly stimulated Lao He's collapsed stomach into a wonderful sound, and Lao He's stiff lips also had elasticity at this time. The thing that rubbed the lips into the mouth was indeed a good thing, this thing was not processed by Lao He's teeth, and went directly over the tongue and into the stomach.

Two words popped up on the tip of Lao He's tongue - beef! Although this voice was weak, it was very emotional and yearning, which made Lao He's withered body inexplicably gain a kind of cheering strength, and he sat up on the ground and made the bed board babble. And the tears that were stuck in Wen Pu's eyes exploded at this time, and Wen Pu choked up, Master...... I'm not a human, I'm a bastard, I'm a brute, I'm sorry for you, master--I threw myself into Lao He's arms, as if I had found my long-lost father.

In the years that followed, whenever the simple memory touched this confessional scene, his heart was like a steel needle, he could not connect the current fate with the life and death issues at that time, the cruelty of people in a specific environment is far more real than the cowardice of people!

Lao He's face was also full of tears, his life because of the warmth brought by a piece of beef, he used this cold tent as a place to meet another life accidentally, he didn't think that the tearful young man in his arms was a vicious beast, now there is no hatred or resentment in his life, no hunger and fear, but a wonderful feeling of returning to this world! Lao He hugged his simple head tightly.

When it was dark, hunger and fear regained control of their nerves, and what was worse was that Lao He had already burned, not opening his eyes, not speaking, and not drinking snow water.

You take me, that's it...... Lao He made a gesture to wipe his neck and said, even if you do me a favor, it will also give you a way to live. Otherwise, there is no hope for either of us...... Wen Pu shook his head and said, no, master, if you want to live, you will live together, and if you want to die, you will die together. Lao He said that you are young, and you just left, I feel uncomfortable. Wen Pu said, no, master, death will die, I am not afraid of anything now. He didn't squeak anymore, but the tears on his face were still flowing. Wen Pu said, Master, can you drink some water? When Lao He opened his mouth, Wen Pu raised his head suddenly, his eyes touched the roof of the tent with the swaying shadow of the flames, and his breath was also held. He thought it wasn't a hallucination, that he had heard a voice that vibrated and swirled, falling from a great height, and that it had been in his childhood...... Plane! Lao He shouted in front of Wen Pu and stood up half of his body on the bed.

Come to save us, we have to save - Wen Pu rushed out of the tent desperately, staggered and waved his arms, and roared desperately towards a flickering red dot in the night sky—alas—the red dot was far away, and the voice in the sky gradually disappeared, and Wen Pu sat down on the snow, grabbed two handfuls of snow, and slapped it on the head.

White shouts, they can't hear it, they can't hear it. Lao He thought and moved to the side of the bed. Lao He thought again, if he gave the voice a brightness, the voice would be able to come down. Lao He gritted his teeth and rolled off the bed. Lao He came up with a way to make the plane fall, that is, to pour the gasoline in the oil drum on his leather jacket, and then carry it outside the tent to ignite it, giving the plane an eye-catching rescue target. Lao He took out the lighter from the pocket of his leather jacket, held it tightly in his right hand, dragged the leather jacket with his left hand, positioned it by feeling, and crawled towards the place where the gasoline barrel was placed......

The fires on the snow were not bunches and piles, but a raging flame, burning the dark snow fields red. Later, according to the pilot, when viewed from the night sky, the raging and churning flames resembled a blooming chrysanthemum.

Wen Pu suddenly turned around, stared at the tent that was engulfed in flames, and shouted miserably, Master-

About this period of snow wild death friendship, later moved a reporter from the "Energy Worker" newspaper, he interviewed Wen Pu several times, Wen Pu cried several times, and each time he repeatedly emphasized as if he was enchanted that Master He died to save him. The reporter finally wrote a long newsletter "Desperate Life and Death", which was published in the "Energy Worker" newspaper, which caused a lot of repercussions at the time, and Wen Pu was given a second-class merit in the organization!

Half of the incense has been burned, the room is filled with green smoke, and there are tears on the gentle face all the time!