The Little Tailor and the Great Warlord

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The bombing lasted for a day, and when the sound of artillery fire outside gradually subsided, it was already the early morning of the next day.

The little tailor hid in the innermost layer of the air-raid shelter and did not dare to go out, but the gunpowder and burnt smell that wafted into his nostrils with the wind reminded him all the time what kind of brutal massacres were really going on outside this square inch of the world.

Just like when he was forced to leave his hometown that year, a cannon shot broke the peace of the town.

Then there were scorched black corpses, unattended babies and endless cries all over the place.

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He was separated from his family during the turmoil and has not been heard from since.

As for now...

How many children and families will be destroyed by the artillery fire last night?

Covering his ears and shrinking into a small lump, the little tailor shivered from the cold, not because of the cold night wind, but because of the deepest fear in his heart.

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The little warlord's overcoat was taken off and draped over his body. In such a cold and windy night, where he wondered if he would see the morning light tomorrow, the material on his body was his only warmth.

Holding the pile of disturbing books, he finally stopped evading and boldly admitted what he thought in his heart.

He misses that ruffian warlord, and misses it very much.

95.

They hid in the cave for a long time, and when the morning light broke through the dense fog, the people who were hiding everywhere walked out in the morning glow as if they were alive.

Some people clapped their hands in congratulations, some wept with joy, but the little tailor just remained silent, holding the bag of books and following the man who picked him up.

The man did not know where he got a semi-old motorcycle with a wheel, and someone could sit next to it.

Without further ado, he just dragged the little tailor into the car, and after starting the car, he said: "Boss said, let me take you all the way to the west."

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The little tailor didn't say anything, he pulled his coat and said after a long time, "No."

"Then where do you want to go?" The man was a little annoyed at the fact that he made offerings to this master like an ancestor, but he didn't appreciate it at all.

The little tailor said, his throat was so dry after not drinking all day: "Take me to find him."

Who is this he, the two of them knew each other.

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The man looked at the little tailor with firm eyes without any hesitation, and suddenly had a strange thought.

If there is such a person in this world, thinking of him and looking towards him, even willing to die for him, then his life will be worthwhile.

At least if one day he really loses his hair, someone will remember him.

So it was supposed to refuse straight away, and lead him directly after making him dizzy, but he hesitated this time.

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With a muffled voice, he didn't know what was wrong, but unexpectedly agreed.

He knew that he might not be able to keep his own life, and even if he did, the boss would definitely want to kill him.

But so what, why is there no time to be presumptuous in one's life?

So the two of them drove in one car, and while everyone was rushing towards the so-called anti-Japanese base area, they went in the opposite direction towards the place where the artillery fire was the most intense.

Is there a return date after this trip?

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Another day had passed when the little tailor met the little warlord.

In just two days, the young warlord's clean face, which he shaved, already had blue stubble, and the sideburns were even more "scrambling", which was half a centimeter long.

The little tailor was used to the white face and beardless appearance of the other party, but at first glance, the hairy face was a little uncomfortable.

After being stunned for a moment, he rushed over, and the heavy blow hit the little warlord with an ouch.

But then he was pulled away.

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The little warlord was too shocked to react before he was hit by a blow.

After recovering from the severe pain, he realized that he was not dreaming, and the person in front of him was not a hallucination.

What is he doing here! ?Shouldn't he have fled far away?

Although last night when the high fever persisted and he was in a haze, he was only thinking about seeing the little tailor again when he died, and told him that he could not do it in this life, but he had to book a "brother-in-law" in the next life.

But now he is alive and well...

He shouldn't have come, shouldn't have come to die.

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So, the little warlord, who hadn't cursed or been angry in front of the little tailor for a long time, was really angry this time.

Unable to control his emotions, he yelled at the little tailor for the first time in history: "I always said that you are a rigid person, you bastard who ignored my words!! I told you to run to the west and come back What are you doing? Ann!!? I can’t understand people’s words!!”

"Don't you know how dangerous it is here? Do you want to come here to die!?"

"And you, I told you to take him away, what did you do, you son of a bitch!? Your wings are hard and you are so disobedient!"

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Sweat broke out on his forehead in anger, but he was injured and couldn't get up, so he could only support himself while scolding and patting the ground.

The frozen soil in winter was so hard that he just patted it down until the little tailor rushed over and grabbed his hand.

"Is it enough to scold?" There was a shortage of supplies, and there were only two torches left for lighting.

The little tailor's expression was dim in the firelight, but his voice was colder than the cold wind outside.

The little warlord, who had never seen the little tailor get really angry, suddenly hiccupped and replied almost subconsciously: "Curse... that's enough."

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The little warlord was a little scared, and he panicked knowing that he had done something wrong.

Just now he scolded happily, but now, facing the cold eyes of the little tailor, he wanted to shrink back a little.

But where can he shrink at such a big size?

Besides, there are all his brothers around him, all of them are looking at him, how can he be subdued.

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So he held his breath, and the little warlord used the last trace of domineering and said loudly: "What are you talking about, what are you doing here? You don't know... I don't know that this place is very dangerous, it's just, it's just courting death!"

There is more than enough energy in the middle, but not enough exhaust gas. In the end, he himself is wilting.

The little warlord felt that he had been wronged so badly, he was dying of illness and still thinking about the little tailor's well-being, but now the other party was staring at him fiercely.

He held back his breath and swallowed again, holding on to that breath, why on earth?

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But after being angry for a few seconds, he immediately regretted it.

It's fine for him to die alone, but the little tailor still has to find his sister.

How could he, how could he come to die?

The anger is gone, and what is left is full of distress and pity.

106.

The little warlord sighed, quietly stretched out his hand from under the quilt, and squeezed the little tailor's fingertips.

Little tailors do manual work, and their fingers are hard.Often after a piece of clothing is finished, the fingertips become weak.

The little warlord couldn't help but feel distressed, but he couldn't stop it.

After the two got acquainted, he specially went to a Chinese medicine doctor in the city to get some acupuncture points. As long as there was no serious problem, he would spare some time every night to help the little tailor massage his fingers and palms.

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So this move of his can be regarded as subdued.

The movement of this finger is to say: "I was wrong, please forgive me."

Unexpectedly, the most effective trick usually was useless this time, because the moment his finger touched the little tailor, the other party suddenly... cried out without warning.

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Thousands of miles away from home, ups and downs, living a hard life before, the little tailor never shed a tear when the situation was at stake.

But now she pursed her lips, suppressing her crying, tears falling drop by drop.

"Why, you don't know why I came here?" The little tailor endured the pain, pinching: "Do you have any fucking conscience? You said you would help me find my sister, and take me to Beijing to buy the most fashionable clothes." Cloth, and in the end, I wanted to throw Lao Tzu away for some big shit!"

"I'm telling you, there's no way! I'm going to rely on you!"

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The soft and sticky little tailor gets angry and even the little warlord who has always been fearless will be cowardly.

But this time, although his mouth was full of swear words, and he called "Lao Tzu" and "Lao Tzu" smoothly, the little warlord didn't feel scared at all.

On the contrary, a complex emotion came to my heart.

Worry, annoyance, pity, and... sweetness.

108.

The little warlord blinked his eyes twice in a daze, and after a while he lowered his voice and replied: "Got it..."

It's just that I don't know which muscle is wrong. After saying this, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop turning up, and those big black pupils narrowed into a slit when he smiled.

"You're laughing like a hammer!" The little tailor got angry and cursed again.

"Hey," the little warlord said nonchalantly, "It's just a hammer."

It's a one-shot deal, his brother-in-law doesn't want to leave him.

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