In front of a campfire near the military vehicle in the distance, Wang Le sits alone by the campfire, holding a slender branch in his hand, and carelessly stirs up the fire. With his provocation, the flames are blazing, causing waves of heat wave, which flutters on his face and sways the hair ribbon in front of his forehead.
The temperature in front of his chest is getting higher and higher, and the coolness of the night and summer has already been driven away by the blazing flame. The sweat slowly seeps out from his forehead, face and nose tip. The first drop is the sweat bead the size of soybean on his nose. The glistening sweat bead drops on the dry ground beside his feet, printing a small wet mark.
Wang Le, who frowned and pondered, didn't seem to feel the heat wave burning his body. I can't feel the sweat on my body. My uniform seems to be soaked.
A middle-aged uncle is humming a little song to Wang Le. After Zhang Huai'an left the base, he seems to have taken off a heavy load. He no longer has to worry about the trivial matters of the base, nor feel guilty for seeing two disabled players who were injured in the base. He let go of it, even if the life and death line of the day didn't hurt him.
Not for anything else, but he has figured out that he has lived most of his life, at least longer than most of the people in the base. Even if he died, he had to eat more meat than others for many years, and it's not a loss to calculate carefully. Besides, he is old enough to find a woman, single and carefree. He died there and buried there. In this way, he will live more natural and unrestrained.
"What do you want... I don't think you've become a roast chicken. You've baked all the oily seeds on your face."
Zhang Huai'an does it all at once. Zhang Huai'an teases him around him. Although they don't have deep contact in the base, it's a kind of fate that they can go home together. For this reason, Zhang Huai'an and Wang Le are very close. In addition, they are similar in age.
Zhang Huai'an's broken Gong voice interrupts Wang Le's meditation. Wang Le glances at Zhang Huai'an with an irritated look of poor stool. A piece of abuse in his mouth has not yet been exported, but the corner of his eye has already floated to the two small wine bottles in Zhang Huai'an's hands. Wang Le is an old man in the wine, and he has nothing to do but drink to relieve his fatigue.
Originally, he was in a hurry to leave home this time. All his private goods were hidden at home. But there were two female tigers who wanted to eat people at home. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he was single and on the road. He was worried about what to do when there was no wine. Now he came to the door by himself?
Wang Le, who is already some years old, bounces from the ground with the agility that is absolutely not commensurate with his age. Zhang Huai'an is really ready to sit next to Wang Le when he sees a dark shadow passing by. In his hand, there is no trace of a bottle of two or two packs of "the bully in the wine". He thought he saw a ghost and almost cried out in horror.
Screamed to the throat, he saw Wang Le holding a small wine bottle that had not been opened, and smelled the lid with intoxication. Zhang Huai'an breathed a breath and sat down cursing.
"You look like a bear. When you see wine, you even forget whether you are a man or not. I said, you can live a lifetime with wine. Why do you have to keep two female tigers at home?"
Zhang Huaian talked about Wang Le's sadness. Wang Le sat down in front of the fire with a dejected face, unscrewed the lid of the wine, carefully took a sip, turned his tongue at the mouth of the bottle, and licked a drop of wine left at the mouth of the bottle.
A small mouthful of wine in the mouth aftertaste half before carefully swallowing to the stomach, Wang Le said weakly:
"Who knows? At first, I didn't expect to find two at a time. My original idea was to find one after finishing one. When I saw that both of them were interesting to me, and both of them were good. One was good at cooking and the other was quick at housework, As soon as I closed my eyes, I married them all, alas
At this point, Wang Le took another sip of wine, brewed a little emotion, and then said:
"You say, this woman is always good before she gets married. How come all her problems come to her as soon as she gets along? If you don't want to live, you can tell them before you marry me. Why do you have to get married and start making trouble again? I think I understand. This kiss is better than that kiss. Damn it, I'd rather die outside, die in a ditch, die on the road, and I won't go back to suffer that crime. "
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