Where to send the rest of your life

Xue Wenxi squatted at the rear for a few days, but never thought that the defenders would be so vulnerable.Before the war was fought for a few days, Shanghai was hastily fallen, and half of China had already fallen, and the decline was like a mountain falling. For the first time, he felt that he had nowhere to go.

Even when he left home, he didn't feel this way, because he felt that he would be able to come back one day.

But now, Xue Wenxi sighed silently, bent down to search for cigarette butts among the scattered corpses and mess.

He had already smoked his last cigarette.He is addicted to smoking and has no sustenance, so he needs to find something to do from time to time.

fight?

He probably really thought too much.Since he joined the army, he hadn't fought a single battle, and even the beatings he suffered were perfunctory.The Chinese army has been retreating from beginning to end, and now that he is retreating, his ignorant madness has also been worn away, thinking to himself, what will happen to love.

"Yo." At this time, Xue Wenxi was pleasantly surprised to see an intact cigarette caught in the fingers of a dead man, who probably died suddenly before he had time to take a puff.He chuckled, picked up the cigarette, struck a match and started smoking.

"Retreat, retreat, if you retreat, you will retreat to Nanjing!" A wounded soldier who was cursing and swearing was walking beside him, who was also bending over to pick up the dead body, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the cigarette in Xue Wenxi's hand, the wounded soldier stopped moving.

"You picked it up?" the man asked suspiciously.

Xue Wenxi grinned at him, not knowing what it meant.

The man swallowed his saliva: "Give me a sip?"

Xue Wenxi stretched out his arm, handed him the cigarette and took a sip, but the man moved his mouth anxiously, and he couldn't finish it.

Xue Wenxi stopped laughing, and snatched the cigarette back with his hands.

The man choked in anxiety, was dragged away by Yan, and almost fell into Xue Wenxi's arms.

Xue Wenxi laughed again, stretched out his hand and grabbed his wrist, but actually there was no trace of teasing in his heart.He was just empty in his heart, looking at the surroundings anyway, no matter how he looked at it, it was lifeless. He had been used to a life of sensuality for half his life, and fell into the doghouse all of a sudden, so he had to learn to find some fun in this lifelessness.

Unexpectedly, that person was also angry, so he just froze and looked up at him: "You..."

Xue Wenxi was also stunned.

Although the wounded soldier was covered in rags and black and his legs were broken, his face was young and just right, Jin Yunhe's age, or even younger.

Jin Yunhe's name suddenly appeared in his mind, and he couldn't remember Jin Yunhe's appearance after racking his brains. He thought vaguely and forgot vaguely.As for Jin Yunhe's father, that was a matter of his previous life, and had nothing to do with him!

At this time, the wounded soldier seemed to have reacted, and said angrily: "You fucking let me go!"

Only then did Xue Wenxi let go.

"What are you thinking about?" The wounded soldier wiped his face with his unclean sleeve, but it became more and more dirty. "My face looks good? Don't look at it if it looks good. You should be rotten sooner or later! You should be rotten sooner or later!"

Xue Wenxi couldn't laugh anymore, he just stared at the wounded soldier, and started to speak inexplicably, his voice was a little soft: "Don't say that, aren't you still alive? You see so many people died in the city, they It's all rotten, but you..." He paused, and Fang repeated, "Isn't this still not rotten?"

"It's all right! It's not dead! It's not dead!" The wounded soldier laughed back angrily, and there was no clear expression on his dark face. "I'm not dead yet, I'm going to snatch cigarette butts from the dead!"

After saying that, he waved his hands and wanted to leave.

Xue Wenxi handed over the last bite in his hand.

"What are you doing again?" The wounded soldier smiled, continued to laugh, and looked at him, "You're kidding me?"

Xue Wenxi shook his head with a wry smile, and lied: "You look...really like my son."

The wounded soldier was really stunned this time, with a lump in his throat, he asked vaguely, "What did you say?"

Xue Wenxi shook his head and stopped talking.

The wounded soldier actually heard it very clearly, but for some reason he still asked.But seeing that Xue Wenxi was silent, he also snorted strangely, and continued walking forward without a soul, bending over to pick up the dead bodies.

"Hey, what's your name?" Xue Wenxi shouted behind him.

"Me?" The wounded soldier finally stopped being angry, and he was a little calm, "I don't remember. Who still remembers this."

"Last name?"

"I don't remember! They say they don't remember!"

Xue Wenxi squinted at him, feeling that he was really old: "Then your surname is Xue."

The wounded soldier chuckled, noncommittal, and still bent down after laughing.

After a while, he straightened up abruptly, and found a gold watch.He wanted to use his sleeve to wipe it, but the result was that it was getting dirtier and dirtier, so he stopped and murmured: "I'm lucky today, all right, then all right."

Turning around and limping towards Xue Wenxi: "Look what I touched?"

Xue Wenxi looked at it, laughed twice, took the watch and stuffed it into the wounded soldier's pocket, and clapped it twice: "Put it away! Let's go."

The wounded soldier followed up: "Where are you going?"

"There." Xue Wenxi only walked forward.

"Where is there?" The wounded soldier never expected an answer when he asked the question. Because he was absurd, he saw other people as absurd. Now that he really met an absurd person and started this absurd relationship, he didn't think about it. , let it be so absurd.

However, this time Xue Wenxi answered seriously: "Of course I went back with me, and I mentioned you as my adjutant! How is it?"

The wounded soldier was stunned again, and murmured: "Adjutant...Adjutant..." Then he asked him, "I am an adjutant, what are you?"

"Me?" Xue Wenxi smiled casually, "Haha, I'm probably the head of the regiment."

"Is the commander as big as you? Then you go to the pile of dead people to turn over cigarette butts, you can lie to me!" The wounded soldier groaned, "It is also a lie to me to say that I look like your son, but why are you lying to me? I have nothing It's deceiving."

Xue Wenxi mysteriously stopped talking again, and he led the wounded soldiers all the way back to his residence—the highest command office of the routed troops, his residence, a simple tent.

Speaking of which, he was really not the head of the regiment. The head of the regiment was Guan Ao's upper peak, and Guan Ao was his upper peak. , Killed the Japanese.But Guan Ao was unlucky, he was bombarded to death while An Ran was sitting in his camp, and he died without bones.

The head of the regiment was also unlucky, standing next to Guan Ao at that time.

As for Xue Wenxi, because he met an old friend, he became the head of the regiment by coincidence in such a daze.

He'd rather not be.

"Wipe off your ashes first!" Xue Wenxi picked out a clean towel and threw it over. The wounded soldier caught it and began to wipe his face and neck.

After a while, the entire towel was wiped black, but the wounded soldier's face turned white, and his facial features also appeared. He really was a handsome and clean child, and it seemed that he might not be over twenty.

Xue Wenxi sat down on his bed, watching the wounded soldier wipe his face.He felt that this lifeless place finally seemed to have some life.

After the wounded soldier wiped his face and neck, he held the towel and stood still: "The more you wipe, the dirtier it becomes."

Xue Wenxi asked a soldier to take the towel from his hand to wash, and whispered in his ear: "Take you to take a bath, you have accumulated virtue in your previous life."

The wounded soldier's eyes lit up, and he gave a low hum.

Xue Wenxi bent down, opened his trousers, which were hardly trousers, and looked at his injury: "What's wrong with the leg?"

"I was stabbed by the person behind me, there is no cure, and I can't get better."

"The one behind you? Chinese soldiers?" Xue Wenxi paused.

"Well. He died suddenly and fell on me. The knife in his hand was stuck in my leg. The handle of the knife went in through his eye socket and came out from the back of his head."

Xue Wenxi straightened up suddenly after hearing this: "Go take a bath first." Then he turned around and called out, "Military doctor! Where is the military doctor? Tell him to get over here!"

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