Three thousand Mauser guns

01 Sheng Lin

You buried the mud in the spring to sell your bones, and I sent the world full of snow. --Inscription

When the news of victory came from the front line, it was already dawn.

The moment Meng Shenglin left Li Song, he felt restless.Due to physical reasons, he was unable to follow the front line, and could only heal seriously injured soldiers who had retreated from the front line in the rear base camp.One after another, some had broken hands, some lost feet, some had blood on their heads, and their wounds were all scorched black.

No, no Li Song.

Meng Shenglin meditated in his mind while he was being treated, but his hands were already shaking badly, and he had made mistakes several times even in basic tasks like suturing.

As soon as the news of victory came, he ran out quickly and stood at the door to watch the people who were still alive.He watched in front of the door for a long time, until everyone brought them with them, one after another came back from the side where the sun was rising, but he couldn't see Li Song.

He didn't come back.

Meng Shenglin's heart tightened, and then he jumped wildly.His throat seemed to be blocked, and he tried to swallow, but it was in vain.He felt that he was gradually losing the ability to breathe, his trachea was also blocked, and the feeling of suffocation surrounded him.

He knelt on the ground and retched uncontrollably, mouthing heavily.He had never vomited like this when dissecting a corpse before.

I just met him again.Meng Shenglin beat the sand frantically with his fist, remorsefully blamed himself for not predicting the coming of death in advance, and stopped Li Song.He was ignorant, and the blood stained the small area in front of him red.If he turned his hand over at this moment, he might see the sand embedded in the wound.

"Sheng Lin," a soldier who had finished bandaging ran over not far away, pulled up Meng Shenglin who was kneeling on the ground, avoided his wound, and controlled his struggling hands, "Get up, don't do this!"

"We don't want to see such a result! Li Song died for victory."

Meng Shenglin wiped away his tears casually, and said, "Brother Changqing, where is his corpse?"

When Chang Qing was asked about his pain, he fell silent suddenly, and let go of Meng Shenglin with both hands.

"I ask you, where is Li Song's body!" Meng Shenglin grabbed Chang Qing and asked again, "Where is his body! I want his body!"

"I'm sorry." Chang Qing bowed his head, "The firepower of the Fantai Yamen is too strong, we rushed out several times to bring him back..."

Meng Shenglin didn't even have the heart to listen to what Chang Qing had to say, and was about to rush straight to the battlefield.There is a distance between the base camp and the battlefield that is neither long nor short. Facing the rising sun, you can even see the black smoke of gunpowder floating into the sky after the artillery fire is exhausted.

"Come back!" Chang Qing grabbed Meng Shenglin's hand with sharp eyes and quick hands, "The battlefield has not been cleaned up yet, and you will be easily injured if you run like this!"

"Let me go." Meng Shenglin suddenly broke away from Chang Qing's hand vigorously. "Brother Changqing, you don't know that Brother Song's life is not easy. I can't let him lie alone in a pool of blood. I can't, and I can't do it!"

"I, Meng Shenglin, even if I am blinded by the remaining bombs on the battlefield, I can still recognize him and bring him back!"

There are dilapidated scenery along the way.Dilapidated and collapsed houses, splashed wood and gravel, dead people who are never missing.

Meng Shenglin didn't expect that one day, the tall and omnipotent man in his mind would fall in front of him with blood holes all over his body.In the past, there will always be behind him like a huge protective umbrella, giving them the strength to move forward, and the man who cleared away his worries, ushered in a destined ending.

Quiet, lifeless.Alone, dying at the dawn of this day.

Li Song's face was covered by blood, and his facial features could hardly be distinguished.The clothes on his body had been soaked by blood for several times, and they had long lost their original color.Meng Shenglin walked into him slowly, knelt down beside his corpse, pulled out a white silk handkerchief from his waist, and wiped the blood off his face bit by bit.

"Brother Song," Meng Shenglin said, "You love to be clean on weekdays, so you must not see this blood stain mixed with cannon fodder sticking to your face and body. When I get home, I will definitely clean it up for you."

Ever since Meng Shenglin knew Li Song, he had only seen him in a mess twice.Once, Zhu Sinan blocked the bullet for him, and the other time is now.

"Tell me, will he be angry with you when he sees Brother Sinan? You haven't seen dawn for him yet. If you ask me, he must be angry. Later, remember to buy more food that he likes to coax him."

"Don't worry about me and Si Bei, we're doing well, we're sure to live a long time. If you and Brother Si Nan couldn't see it, we have to go and see it, envy!"

Meng Shenglin's white handkerchief had completely turned red, and some bloodstains were wiped off, always bringing some new bloodstains.His trousers were covered in blood from the knee down, and I don't know if it belonged to Li Song.

"In the past, I envied Brother Sinan for being cared for and taken care of by such a good brother as Sibei, but later I stopped envious. Because Brother Song, although you didn't say it on the surface, you have been taking care of me with Brother Sinan in fact."

"Brother Song, I have saved a lot of people since I came to the army. How could you be the only one missing? You said give me a chance to save you, and I can brag about my medical skills to you when you wake up." .”

"Brother Song, I thought there would be many futures in this encounter."

"Brother, do you hurt..."

Meng Shenglin couldn't hold back his tears anymore, and wept loudly while clutching Li Song's cold and stiff hand.If he stands alone and grows up, it will cost the lives around him, and he would rather not have these.Away from home, Li Song is a father and brother to him, and together with Zhu Sinan, constitutes every step of his today.

After he cried enough, he lifted Li Song's body and tied him behind him with a rope.Li Song was a head taller than him, and his muscles were stronger than him, so he could only do this to ensure that Li Song would not fall off when he carried him on his back.

Every step he took was heavy and difficult, and his legs trembled for a long time before he barely took the first step.

"Brother, hold on." Meng Shenglin's voice was tense, moving step by step, "I'll take you home."

Don't want you to die in another country, don't want your corpse to be exposed here.

I want you to lie safely and completely beside Brother Sinan.

"Brother, it's dawn."

The sun jumped out of the clouds and burst into bright sunlight, illuminating every inch of the earth.It shone on Meng Shenglin's face, Li Song's body, and on their way back.

Every time Meng Shenglin took two steps, he had to stop to take a few breaths.He tried his best to lift Li Song up, so as not to rub his feet while walking.

Let's go home.

When he came back from the battlefield with Li Song on his back, Chang Qing was still waiting for him at the door.Seeing him come back covered in blood, he thought he was really injured, so he hurriedly greeted other brothers, intending to take Li Song on his back.

Meng Shenglin had a cold face, seeing everyone like a stranger, not speaking, and refusing to let go behind Li Song's back.

Chang Qing sighed, told the people around to go back, followed Meng Shenglin himself, and protected him into the medical point.Watch him put Li Song on the bed alone, slowly clean up from his arms, carefully take out the shrapnel from the muzzle of the gun, and stitch it up.

Meng Shenglin was cautious throughout the whole process, as if he was afraid of hurting Li Song.

When Chang Qing walked to Meng Shenglin's side, he suddenly saw gray hair appearing on Meng Shenglin's temples, and he froze in place for a while.

"Sheng Lin, you..."

Meng Shenglin raised his head and looked at Chang Qing, but his eyes were not focused, they were gray, and it didn't look like he was looking at Chang Qing.Chang Qing didn't know what to say to comfort Meng Shenglin at this moment, he opened his mouth several times, and finally said:

"Li Song said that he was very happy to meet you."

Meng Shenglin's hand suturing the wound stopped in mid-air, staring at the wound with his head down.After a long silence between the two, Chang Qing realized that Meng Shenglin's shoulders were trembling, and big tears rolled down his cheeks, hitting Li Song's body.

Now, all he has left is a crying eye.The other eye was empty, it could only be sad, not cry.

"Me too."

Meng Shenglin returned to Beijing on leave from the army with Li Song's body.In fact, at the time of employment, the leader didn't want him to leave, but his attitude was really firm, and he came to the door again and again.The leader looked at his hair, which was getting grayer day by day, and finally, after much deliberation, let him go back to Beijing.After Meng Shenglin received the order of consent, he almost didn't stop, and immediately set foot on the road back to Beijing.

When Zhu Sibei came down from the apartment building on crutches, he saw Meng Shenglin's almost gray hair and Li Song who had been tidied up behind him and was lying peacefully in the coffin. Without saying anything, he threw away the crutches and pulled Meng Shenglin into the in the arms.Meng Shenglin leaned against his chest with his eyes closed, feeling the warmth from him.

In this world, the only warmth that he can touch with his hand.

"Sheng Lin, you've done a good job." Zhu Sibei stroked Meng Shenglin's head and said with sour eyes, "Take a good rest."

"Sibei, I want to wait for Brother Song to be buried before resting." Meng Shenglin raised his head from Zhu Sibei's arms, "How about it?"

Without even thinking about it, Zhu Sibei said, "Okay."

"Si Bei, I have nothing left." Meng Shenglin said in a low voice, "Only you are left."

So I still want to selfishly ask you to promise to live well and live for a long time.

"I will always be by your side."

In life, the shadow is dependent on the king's form, and in death, the soul is connected to the king's dream.

In the 16rd year of the Republic of China.

Li Song was buried next to the tomb of Zhu Sinan in Beijing.

He went through ups and downs and pains alone in the world, and finally returned to his lover again.

On the day of the burial, there was a moderate rain, and the wind was slightly cool, neither hot nor cold, just the temperature that both Zhu Sinan and Li Song liked.

But Meng Shenglin no longer had black hair.

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The relationship between Meng Shenglin and Li Song is more similar to the existence of father and brother.Li Song is the person who played the role of a light on his growth path, and also a kind of family warmth to rely on.