It was dusk, the sky was gray, and the temperature was not very low. This was a sign that it would snow again.
Shang Zhen and the others were all sitting in the woods. However, this time they were not in a circle when camping in the wild. Instead, they all looked at the hillside below.
There are patches of rocks on the hillside below, and in that troubled time there is a person carrying the rocks, that is Hou Kanshan.
"This dog - how long will this guy have to work alone?" Qian Chuan'er whispered.
Qian Chuan'er originally wanted to say, "What a mess."
In fact, it's no wonder Qian Chuan'er. In the past year, when everyone mentioned Hou Kanshan, they would add "this shit", as if "this shit" was originally a noun, but now it has become an adjective. .
But who would have thought that today they would meet Hou Wangshan, who had been missing for a year, and Hou Wangshan would encounter such a misfortune. His wife and children were killed by the Japanese army!
The bullet fired by the remaining Japanese army penetrated the two women directly. It passed through the back of Hou Kaishuan's wife's heart and hit the child's head.
At that moment, the human tragedy happened vividly in front of Shang Zhen and all of them.
Shang Zhen and the others thought it was terrible, but Hou Kanshan jumped on the two women like crazy!
But at this moment, the Japanese troops coming from the direction of the highway caught up with them again. In desperation, Mr. Wang could only let Erhanzi and Hu Zhuzi force Hou Wangshan to escape.
But given the situation at that time, how could they possibly say that they would leave the two women who had just died alone?
The Chinese are very particular about the deceased being buried in peace, not to mention that the two people were Hou Kanshan's wife and their child who were less than a hundred days old.
It was impossible to bury them on the spot. First, they didn't have time to bury them. Second, it was winter and the soil was already frozen.
In the end, there was no choice but to have Shang Zhen and the soldiers take turns to escape, carrying Hou Kanshan's dead wife and holding the child who had turned cold.
And finally they came here.
The good thing here is that there are rocks on the hillside. Since the soil is frozen to a depth of one meter, it is impossible to dig a hole, so the two women can be buried with rocks.
Originally, Shang Zhen and the others wanted to help, but Hou Kanshan wouldn't let them do it at all, so Shang Zhen and the others could only stay away and watch Hou Kanshan working alone on the hillside.
Shang Zhen and the others didn't want to ask why Hou Kanshan didn't come back to them, and they wouldn't ask in the future.
There is no doubt that Hou Zhishan has true feelings for his wife.
What is the most unfortunate thing in the world? It is to live for more than twenty years and find true love, and the true love gave birth to a child for himself, and then the crystallization of true love and love died abruptly in front of him.
It would be fine if that man was just an ordinary man, but that man still had a gun in his hand but could not protect his wife and children. So, how could this be happening?
Snowflakes began to fall from the sky, Hou Kanshan was still busy climbing up the hillside, Shang Zhen and the others were silent, and Wang Laomao was smoking again.
During this year, because Suizhong and Guannai were able to get in touch, Wang Laomao was lucky enough to find cigarettes again.
As a smoker, Wang Laomao felt how difficult it was to live without cigarettes, so he hoarded a lot of cigarettes.
It's just that this happened suddenly, and Shang Zhen and the others naturally couldn't go back to the pig house. Since they couldn't go back to the pig house, they couldn't get the cigarettes that Mr. Wang had hoarded.
Just before the war with the Japanese army started, Wang Lao Mao was still thinking that he must save the pack of cigarettes in his pocket!
But then they encountered the murder of Hou Kanshan's wife and children by the Japanese army.
Finally escaping the pursuit of the Japanese army, Hou Kaishan was making graves for his wife and children, while Wang Laomao was smoking non-stop. Perhaps he felt that only smoking could make him numb.
"Ten years of life and death are uncertain. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it." In the silence, someone suddenly whispered in a low voice.
Everyone looked at the person who spoke. Among them, the only one who could say such a thing was the scholar Chen Hanwen.
Not only Mr. Wang, but most of them glanced at Chen Hanwen with dissatisfaction.
You damn scholar, you are always sour, but what are you saying now?
But just when Mr. Wang was about to open his mouth to reprimand, Chen Hanwen was already reciting: "Thousands of miles away from the lonely tomb, there is no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet, we may not know each other, our face is covered with dust, and our temples are like frost."
When Chen Hanwen recited the following words, some people expressed dissatisfaction, such as Hu Zhuzi.
"What kind of amusement is he talking about?" Hu Zhuzhu whispered to Erhanzi in a low voice.
Qin Hui also has three friends.
Tiger Zhuzi also has his own views on everything. Others think he is a tiger, but he also thinks others are cunning. In his opinion, Er fool, who has the same simple temperament, is his good friend.
It's just that Hu Zhuzi underestimated Erhanzi after all, and Erhanzi didn't quite understand what Chen Hanwen was talking about, but he could see other people's reactions.
He could only secretly poke the tiger pillar and whisper: "Stop talking!"
Although Tiger Pillar is a tiger, he also understands that things are not what he thinks, so he looks at other people's faces.
While Chen Hanwen was reciting, everyone else became stunned. Mr. Wang held the cigarette in his hand and forgot to smoke it. He just looked at the snowflakes in the sky, and when he looked at the instigator, Chen Hanwen, tears filled his eyes.
Of course Shang Zhen and the others didn't know where this poem came from, but they could understand the simple words.
Although the words were simple, they seemed to be able to express their mood at the moment. Everyone fell into a daze again as they imagined the graves piled up by Hou Kanshan on the hillside - the Thousand Miles Solitary Tomb.
But Chen Hanwen's recitation was not finished. He went on to recite: "At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up at the small xuan window. I looked at each other speechlessly, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that every year, at the place where the heart is broken, on a bright moon night, Short Matsuoka.”
The sky became increasingly gloomy, and countless snowflakes fell from unknown places in the sky.
On the hillside, Hou saw that the mountain had stopped, and he sat on the snow. In front of him was a stone grave made of gravel.
Everyone in the woods was still speechless. Suddenly, Mr. Wang's hat said "ouch". When everyone looked over, they saw Mr. Wang's hat suddenly shake off the cigarette butt in his hand.
Under the current circumstances, it would be great if Mr. Wang could get cigarettes. Where could he get filtered cigarettes?
Just now, he had been immersed in the artistic conception of the poem recited by Chen Hanwen and forgot to smoke, but his hand was burned by the butt of the cigarette!
Mr. Wang was born with a beard, and he didn’t know many words, but his life experience was there!
He fully understood Hou Kanshan's feelings when he saw his wife and children die in front of him.
It turns out that when he was in Beidaying, he also had a sweetheart.
Although my sweetheart is just a widow, she is also a person who has been living a normal life, and is definitely not the kind of shabby guy who catches whoever follows whoever.
Seeing Hou Kanshan's wife and child dead, Mr. Wang was already moved by the scene, but this time Chen Hanwen suddenly recited such a poem, which made him even more emotional.
He remembered that others had told him that a man's dream about a woman in his life was actually very simple, just twelve words: warm in winter, not cold in spring, warm porridge, for half his life.
Mr. Wang's sweetheart was obsessed with him. The reason why he didn't marry her was not because he thought she was a widow, but because he felt that he was a soldier and had killed many people and done many immoral things in his life. You may not get good retribution, and it is unlikely that you and others will share half of your life together. If that were the case, wouldn't you be harming others?
He didn't expect that his best friend would die, but because Chen Hanwen came to a lonely grave thousands of miles away, he thought that he didn't know when he would die, whether someone would build a tomb for him, and then whether his best friend would die. He would be able to go to the grave to pay homage to himself, call Mr. Wang a damn ghost, and then burn a few pieces of yellow paper for himself.
Mr. Wang reached into his pocket again, but this time he found nothing. He had already smoked out the cigarette.
Old Man Wang couldn't help but sigh, but it was the first time that he discovered that a person with a lot of ink in his stomach could break his rough man's heart into pieces in these two moments!
