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Chapter 23 Candles Will Burn to Embers
The old man named Luo Ping cleared his throat, and then he pulled out a chair from under the desk.

Sit down straight, close your eyes slightly for two seconds.

After that, I chatted with the freshmen about some of the past as if they were chatting at home.

From a young age to an ancient age, from a meritorious service to a chest full of merit, he dedicated the most enthusiastic time of his life to this vast land in the north.

"You little fellows now, cherish the hard-won life now."

"Now that you have awakened to the path of an extraordinary warrior, you must take responsibility and continue on."

"Even if it's not for the irrelevant strangers behind you, you have to work hard for your parents, your relatives, and yourself to become stronger"

Elderly people always like to talk about big principles, responsibility, and saying that you should be a good person and work hard. Of course, not only old people, many people like to talk about big principles.

But in fact, few people are willing to listen to these sermons.

There are some truths that everyone understands, but so what.

No matter how much they understand, most people still end up living a mess.

It would be more practical to talk about how to have a bowl of braised pork for lunch tomorrow.

Seeing that the freshmen under the podium lacked interest, and some even dozed off, the old man smiled dumbly: "Oh, the old man who is in the first grade accidentally started talking, and it's meaningless to talk about this."

"Why don't I tell you a story."

The old man paused, and began to trace the memories in his mind.

He pondered for a long time, and the words in his mouth slowly spit out after a long time.

The bright incandescent lamp above his head made the old man pale, and his crooked body was filled with blood that had not faded.

The new students in the future recall the old man today, as if they are recalling a jar of old wine.

"Little guys, let me tell you such a story. This is a story that happened in the old Chinese calendar. This is a story about corn mush"

The old man had a hoarse voice, and while recalling, the story burst out from his mouth, and everyone became fascinated by it.
In an endless wilderness.

A group of three people are trekking, the captain, a woman, and a rookie who just joined.

The sun is shining, there is no wind or rain, and there is only a boundless wilderness.

"How long will it take to get out of the wilderness?" the woman asked the captain.

The captain glanced at the listless rookie behind him, and said, "According to the current progress, there are still two days left, so just persevere."

two more days?There was a touch of color in the rookie's expression, is this damn wilderness finally going out, I must persevere.

Their team carried out a mission in a space-time rift. There were six people in a group, and now there are only three people left.

But at that time, in order to escape the powerful enemy, they strayed into the space-time vortex, and when they saw the sun again, they did not know where they were teleported.

The only thing that is certain is that this is the north, on a certain unknown vast wilderness.

There was not much food left, only a bag of cornmeal that the woman tore down when she was about to flee.

In order to be able to live, everyone can only move forward until the cornmeal is eaten.

Either go out into the wilderness, or wait until the rescue team finds himself.

Fortunately, the captain said there are two more days
"Whether it's heavy or not, come on and carry it on your back." The captain asked the woman with concern.

"It's okay, this little thing won't tire my old lady, why, look down on us girls?"

Seeing the woman's lips meet each other, the captain didn't insist anymore.

The captain is a man who is not good at words, with a strong body and explosive force value, and there is a soft heart under the simple and honest body.

One of his arms was covered with gauze. Even so, over time, blood still seeped into the top layer.

The captain is a little tired, sometimes his head feels dizzy, he really wants to sleep.

But he knew he couldn't sleep.

He didn't dare to sleep, he was afraid that once he fell asleep, he would never wake up again.

In fact, it doesn't matter if he really falls asleep, but there is a woman and a rookie behind him.

As the captain, he had to take the two of them out.

At night, the sky is dark blue, and a full moon hangs in the sky.

The three found a place near a water source to spend the night.

Picking up firewood and making a fire, the flames jump, making this cold wilderness a little warmer.

Set up a small pot, add water to the pot, now just wait for the water to boil and add the cornmeal.

After a day's journey, the rookie was already exhausted.

He leaned against the firewood, his eyelids trembling, he really wanted to sleep.

The flames were warm and illuminated all around them brightly.

Gradually, the full moon in his eyes began to shake.

From a full circle to a semicircle, from a semicircle to a crescent.

Like a flat boat, shake and shake, shake and shake.
"Captain, I really want to sleep zzZZ"

In the end, the moon in the rookie's eyes completely fell.

Seeing the rookie who had passed out, the captain put his coat on for him.

It is cold and windy at night, and it is easy to catch a cold if you are not careful.

Now it is not a self-owned camp with complete conditions.

The water in the pot started to boil and it was time to drop in the cornmeal.

The captain watched the woman rummaging through the package, but it took a long time to see the cornmeal.

"What's wrong?" the captain asked.

"No, it's okay." The woman's eyes were a little flustered.

Tens of seconds passed.

"Is the cornmeal ready? Why hasn't it been taken out yet?" the captain asked again.

"What's the rush, haven't you found it?"

The captain felt something was wrong, and he strode up to the woman.

The woman's complexion was pale, as if her body had been overdrawn.

"Is it because I am arbitrarily using the derivative ability again? I feel something is wrong along the way."

"This is dying! Still moving! Still moving! Are you stupid!"

The captain shouted hoarsely and scolded him harshly.

But the woman bit her lip and kept silent.

Without the ability to move, they would have starved to death in this wilderness long ago.

Her derivative ability is to make food, which is very tasteless.

Because there are too many methods that can replace food when performing tasks, unless she is really at the end of her rope, her ability will be useless at all.

And after using the ability, it still needs a certain period of rest and recovery.

I remember that it was an ordinary afternoon, and no one wanted to invite her to join his team.

One is because most women are born with weak physical strength and are not suitable for fighting, and the other is her seemingly weak ability.

In the end, only this strong and honest man stretched out his generous palm to her.

The woman clearly remembered that the sun was particularly bright that day, and even the branches and leaves on the trees were swaying happily.

It's just a candle that will eventually burn to ashes.

And now, the candle has burned to the end.

A woman knows that she should burn, not only for the thousands and thousands behind her, but also for the man and rookie in front of her.

In fact, after traveling for several days in a row, there is no food in the endless wilderness. It is just a woman who is overdrafting her life.

She has long been strong outside.

Looking at the honest man in front of her, the woman looked at him affectionately.

After getting along for a long time, she has fallen in love with him long ago, but this feeling can only be buried in the bottom of her heart.

Now, at last, a candle was about to burn out.

A gust of wind blows, the candle flickers flickeringly, and finally goes out completely.
The woman also fell to the wind.

The captain, a man who is not good at words, quickly stepped forward and hugged the woman on the ground.

He knew that she was leaving.

Silence, speechless, tears flow.

It turns out that there is always a sudden separation between people.

At the last moment, the woman said what had been hidden in her heart for a long time:
"The head of the house is not allowed to cry. I. I.. love you"

"I love you too."

Hearing this, the woman smiled sweetly, and she knew that he must also love her.

It's a pity it's a bit late
Finally, the woman lay in the man's arms and fell asleep forever.

And this seemingly very strong man didn't cry when he left his parents, didn't cry when he was lying on the bed with serious injuries, and didn't cry when he was cut by countless blades of the enemy.
But this night, he couldn't stop crying.

In the sky, a full moon is shining brightly in the sky.

Today's Mid-Autumn Festival is suitable for reunion, missing relatives, and not separation.
(End of this chapter)