Chapter 14 last soldier now

Now he was alone with the dog, which was black with only a white ring over the four hooves, and which he had always called the "grass fly."The dog was already old and could not fly a long time ago, its coat color was no longer bright, and its eyes were far less lively than when it was young.Just like him, it always wanted to find a place to lie down for a while, and when it lay down, it would be dazed, looking here and there, as if it saw everything and at the same time it seemed to see nothing.The eyes are empty and blank, spring, summer, autumn and winter, heat and cold, the four seasons flow around me again and again.In his memory, the dog was almost twenty years old. To a human, this age is a young man, and life can move forward vigorously, but it is already a miracle for a dog to live up to now.He always thinks: It is reluctant to part with him, so it works hard so that it can be his companion.Its mother, mother's mother, had been with him for decades.

At this time, a person and a dog were squatting in the yard, the sun was setting to the west, and half of the hillside was dark.One person and one dog looked up the hillside. There were still those fourteen graves on the hillside. The graves had been cultivated and looked fresh.The fourteen graves seemed to be awake, looking at a person and a dog from a distance. The afterglow of the west slant stained his eyes, which had been cloudy for a long time, and his face was rough and rough like tree bark. He stood there motionless, dreaming and dreaming. For more than fifty years, he just watched like this .

The setting sun jumped before his eyes, and the sun disappeared behind the peak of the mountain in the west.There is wind, it is a breeze, fluttering over, and the scene fifty years ago came over like a dream, gunshots, shouts of killing, and the bugle that has never been blown, drowned together Now, it has drowned Wang Qinggui, who is now seventy-two years old.He squatted there, like a wooden sculpture, with tears, two lines of muddy tears, hot and salty, crawling across his cheeks and corners of his mouth. The dog was still lying there, squinting his eyes, looking at the fourteen graves, his eyes and its eyes were locked together, staring at the graves and the setting sun in a daze.Just a flick of the setting sun, and the sky was dark.