Chapter 10 Chapter 9 No End

one The Japanese surrendered and the Northeast was restored. Not long after, the famous Liaoshen Battle broke out in the sleeping land of Northeast China. Not long after, Mao Zedong, the first great man of the new China, stood on the tower of the ancient Tiananmen Gate in Beijing and loudly proclaimed: the Chinese people The Republic is established! The passing time crushed all old dreams. On the southern slope of the Yangeryu village in the outskirts of Shenyang, the government stepped in to build a cemetery for martyrs, with a stele in the cemetery. Letter: The anti-Japanese martyrs are immortal!

Gao Jilong, the only survivor of that tragic Anti-Japanese War, became a grave keeper. At the corner of the martyr's cemetery, a small house was built, where the survivors Gao Jilong and Wang Yue lived, watching over the cemetery in the peaceful years. Every morning, people in Yangeryu Village can see the silent Gao Jilong cleaning the cemetery. "Shusha——Shusha—" Gao Jilong was cleaning. He moved very lightly, lest he would awaken the brothers from their dreams.The fallen leaves fluttered away under his sweeping. The snow was swept away by him, and the quiet cemetery returned to its original appearance.

The tombs are revealed one by one, and the tombstone stands there quietly, like a philosopher who is thinking. The cemetery was finally tidy under Gao Jilong's sweeping, so he stood in front of these tombs with a broomstick in his hand. His bent waist straightened up little by little. Many wrinkles. He looked at them as if he was looking at a procession. They wore thin clothes and carried old-fashioned rifles. On a snowy night, they walked towards the Japanese camp without looking back. The wind was blowing and the snow was falling. Moving forward, towards war, and towards death at the same time. "Little Japan, fuck your eight generations of ancestors, I will fight with you, kill, fight, twenty years later I will be a good man again..."

Tears welled up in Gao Jilong's eyes. He stood there silently, reminiscing about the grandeur of the past. "All gone, gone..." Gao Jilong murmured, tremblingly walking towards the hut at the foot of the mountain. Wang Yue is also old. Although her temples are not gray, her eyes have lost their luster.She accompanied Gao Jilong to watch the cemetery without complaint or regret.She understands him, and at the same time understands herself. The two lived in this hut, and they seemed to have very little to say, and they were silent most of the time.The two of them sat there with their heads lowered in this silence, seemingly having endless thoughts.

"Last night, I had a dream." Gao Jilong said so. Wang Yue raised her head, looked at him blankly and said, "What did you dream about?" "I dreamed of Li Shuanglin and Niu Dakui. I dreamed that they were still alive, still living in the jungle. They lost their way and could never get out again." Wang Yue's heart trembled, she lowered her head, thought for a while and said, "I've been dreaming all the time these days, most of the time, I dream about him." "Who?" Gao Jilong raised his head and stared at her. Wang Yue blushed a bit, lowered her head for a while and thought about it, then raised her head and said, "I'd better say it, it would be uncomfortable if I didn't say it."

"Then what do you say?" Gao Jilong pulled out a cigarette pouch from his waist, filled it with cigarettes, and smoked in a calm and unhurried manner. "I dreamed of the Englishman." "Jim?" "In the dream, he kept talking to me, talking about his home in that small town in the east of England, talking about his wife, talking about his children, talking about it, over and over again, exactly the same as when he was alive .” Gao Jilong coughed up phlegm, spit it on the ground, and rolled it with his foot again.He also remembered that when they walked out of the jungle, they could vaguely hear the roar of the Nujiang River, and suddenly a shot fired, and Jim shot himself to death.

"This Englishman," said Corgiron. "No, this Englishman, I don't know what he was thinking. If he could have followed us across the Nu River, maybe he would have returned to his home in that small town in England by now." "Blind, I don't know what he was thinking at the time, but then again, if the British had cooperated with us back then, the battle wouldn't have gone to that level. Why would so many people die?" "Do you still remember the deputy in the class?" Wang Yue raised his head and looked into Gao Jilong's eyes. "Why don't you remember, that person is as honest as a woman and rarely speaks."

"There are still a few female soldiers. The Tong Squad Deputy took care of them along the way, but unfortunately none of them came out." Gao Jilong's hands trembled a little, he filled another bag of cigarettes tremblingly, and sucked vigorously.He seems to want to forget the past, but he has an endless desire to talk about the past.When he and Wang Yue calm down, they seldom talk about the present, they talk about the past over and over again. On that day, someone died in the village, and it was Uncle Yu who died.All the villagers went to Uncle Yu's funeral, Gao Jilong and Wang Yue also went, the funeral was grand and lively.

At the moment when Uncle Yu was lifted out of the coffin, Uncle Yu's son raised a wooden stick, pointing the stick to the west, and Uncle Yu's son shouted at Uncle Yu who was lying in the coffin: "Dad! Ah, you go west, the west is the road to the sky—” After shouting, he waved his hand and threw the stick in his hand. The whole family embraced and cried, and the kind villagers also cried.Uncle Yu just went away, forever. After the funeral, Gao Jilong and Wang Yue returned to their hut under the Nanshanpo cemetery, neither of them spoke. When it was dark, Gao Jilong went to the cemetery again. He had been like this for so many years. At night, if he didn't sit in the cemetery for a while, he couldn't fall asleep, and he couldn't sleep well.Wang Yue followed behind, and she accompanied Gao Jilong. When Gao Jilong sat down, she put a dress on Gao Jilong's body. At night, it was a bit cold in the cemetery.

They sat there, no one spoke for a while, the fire in Gao Jilong's smoke pot was flickering, flickering, and flickering... "No one will show them the way—" Gao Jilong murmured. Wang Ming's body trembled, Gao Jilong noticed it, and he put his arms around Wang Yue's shoulders.Her shoulders were thin, as had been her body for years. "They can't find a home—" he added. After finishing speaking, he sighed heavily. After a long time, the two raised their heads, and they saw the sky full of stars, and the stars were also looking at them, the Big Dipper was the brightest in the western sky.

"They can't even see the stars—" Speaking of this, Gao Jilong's voice choked. "Go home, go north-go home--" Gao Jilong suddenly shouted, and in the silent night, Gao Jilong's voice seemed desolate and illusory. "Go north - go home -" the voice drifted in the silent night. I don't know how long it has passed. It was late at night, and Wang Yue stood up. She said softly: "Let's go home." Gao Jilong stood up, his eyes still looking at the shining Big Dipper in the western sky. He seemed to be talking to himself: "Go home? Go home!" The two walked towards the hut down the mountain, helping each other. The kang is hot, and fireflies fly outside the window from time to time, twinkling and twinkling. He suddenly hugged her body and held her for a long time. He leaned into her ear and said clearly: "I want you to have a son." She nodded, "Yeah." After the answer, tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes. I don't know how many times he has said this to her, and she always answers like this. But she never conceived a child, not once.Ever since she came out of the jungle, she was doomed to this result. During those days in the jungle, she never had menstruation once. It was the jungle that made Wang Yue lose the ability to be a mother. They tried, time and time again. Secretly, he wanted to have a son, and he couldn't explain why he wanted to have a son so urgently.Son, son, for a while, in order to let Wang Yue have a son, he was almost obsessed. They worked hard together, and they were disappointed again and again in their expectations. That night, they worked together again, and they fell asleep afterwards, only to have a shared dream, but it wasn't about their son.They dreamed of the jungle together again, the dark forest, without stars, without moon, they lost their way, and he yelled, "Go home, go north—" As a result, he woke up and found that his face was wet, and when he touched it with his hand, it was tears. He sat blankly in the darkness, the moon and stars were sparse outside the window, and he vaguely saw the cemetery again.The cemetery is quietly moored in the moonlight, moored in his heart. two The smoke of gunpowder is gone, and the war is gone. The dilapidated temple is still dilapidated, but there is incense. In the days when there is no war, devout men and women return to the temple. They are praying for peace and the world will always be peaceful and prosperous. Qianyuan Zhensheng became the only monk in this ruined temple. He was both a monk and an abbot. He sat quietly on the altar, twirling Buddhist beads in his hands, and the voices of devout men and women worshiping Buddha echoed in his ears. There is a void in Qianyuan Zhensheng's mind, as if this world no longer exists. In the curling incense, his thoughts drift farther and farther, higher and higher, far away, far away.Finally found it, it was a paradise, under the blue sky and white clouds, incense set off his thoughts, his thoughts were scattered, like clouds, and like strands of incense, floating indistinctly, nothingness, he meditated in a realm. The True Sage Qianyuan sat on the altar for a long time, motionless, as if he had no breathing, no heartbeat, everything was still. In this realm, he seemed to see the old abbot again.The old abbot sat in a cloud, reciting scriptures that could never be finished, and they sat face to face in a void.The world becomes another kind of eternity. Every year when another dry season arrives in northern Myanmar, devout men and women find that the dilapidated temple is empty and the only abbot in the temple is missing. In the jungle in the dry season, Maeyuan Zhensheng went in and out of the jungle again and again. Every time he came out of the jungle, he would carry corpses on his back, and the corpses were piled outside the jungle.Maestro Qianyuan walked into the jungle again. He was looking for it. When he found a corpse buried in fallen leaves in the jungle, he was as pleasantly surprised as if he had found gold. He walked over carefully and picked it up piece by piece. The bones in the fallen leaves were carefully placed in the pocket behind him, and he did not walk out of the jungle until the pocket was full and he could no longer carry it... The bones were piled outside the forest, and then he picked up a pile of branches, finally lit the branches, and threw the bones into the fire.The fire was burning brightly.The bones were also burning. At this time, the real saint in Qianyuan sat down firmly, he closed his eyes, twisting the prayer beads in his hands, the unreal illusion walked into him again, and the fire "cracked" and burned loudly , His thoughts floated up in the flames, lingered, and merged with the blue sky and white clouds. During the whole dry season, Maeson Masao is doing this. When another rainy season came, the faithful men and women found the abbot in the dilapidated temple again. The difference was that the abbot was dark and thin. Therefore, the incense in the temple was lit again, and every morning or evening, the temple sounded again. The sound of chanting. Devoted men and women felt that the abbot was a bit strange, and it was unbelievably strange. He appeared mysteriously and disappeared mysteriously. Another point is that the abbot never talked to them. He sat on the altar with his eyes closed all the time. They thought the abbot passed away. The temple at night is quiet, the full moon shines, the wormwood is luxuriant, and unknown insects hide in the cracks of the wall, singing low and high. The abbot still sat in the moonlight, with the breeze blowing on him.He sat, eyes closed and silent. The distant jungle came towards him little by little, a group of soldiers staggering, walking unsteadily, in a silent dream.The jungle is dark and humid, and the cloudy sun and moon make the world far away from the jungle and the human world. A soldier fell down, he was still struggling to crawl forward, he stretched out his hand, his eyes were full of fear, the soldier was crying weakly: "Wait for me, I want to go home, I want to go home..." The hand that the soldier raised forward was finally put down feebly, and his raised head lowered little by little, and finally he fell there motionless.A group of man-eating ants swarmed over and climbed onto the soldiers. They gnawed and gnawed. Finally, only a pile of bones remained, and the man-eating ants dispersed again. They smelled the smell of people. , and went to find the next target. A group of soldiers was walking forward, the sky was dark and the sun was dark, they didn't know where was ahead, and where was the way back? They were walking exhausted.A soldier's legs were festered, pus and blood flowed first, and finally the white bones were exposed. The pus and blood dripped on the grass stems and stained the leaves.A group of leeches smelled the smell of blood. They chased them together and got into the soldier's wound. They sucked desperately. The soldier screamed and rolled on the grass. The soldier shouted: "Kill me, kill me!" ,I do not want to live." A group of helpless soldiers stood beside the soldiers. They listened to the howling of the soldiers, their faces were pale and trembling.The soldier shouted, "Ichiro please, kill me." The soldier also shouted: "Major, please, kill me, I won't live." The soldiers turned their faces away. I don't know who threw the bayonet to the screaming soldier. The wounded soldier seemed to see a savior. He raised the bayonet and stabbed himself in the stomach, once and again, and then the soldier did not move. The pain is far away from him, and a ray of peace and calm blooms on his face. The soldiers knelt down in unison, whimpering like a passing storm. On this full moon night, Maestro Qianyuan flashed these scenes in his mind again and again. He shivered, opened his eyes, and the hallucination disappeared.The dilapidated and cold temples were truly presented in front of his eyes. He raised his head and looked at the full moon above his head, so everything became quiet again, and his thoughts began to soar indistinctly again, rising higher and higher, farther and farther, and finally connecting with the sky and the earth . When he came to northern Myanmar every dry season, Qianyuan Zhensheng would go out. He couldn't remember how many days and months.He has to search for a whole season in the jungle. He can't count how many bones he has recited, and he can't tell which are the bones of Chinese soldiers and which are the bones of Japanese soldiers. In his eyes, bones are bones. Burning them, it turns into a wisp of smoke, a wisp of dust, floating up, like a wisp of ghost looking for and distinguishing the way home. All of these are eternal souls in the eyes of Qianyuan Zhensheng, looking for their own homeland.They left, left the jungle, left northern Burma. Qianyuan Zhensheng rescued them devoutly. Every time he made a rescue, Qianyuan Zhensheng felt a little more relaxed.The heaviness seems to drift away slowly with the wisp of smoke and dust in each dry season, leaving only an empty shell. I don't know when it started, the frequency of devout men and women coming to the temple has decreased, and the number of people has also decreased significantly. At the beginning, Qianyuan Zhensheng didn't notice this. He sat on the altar and smelled the incense. At that moment, his heart was as pure as water, and all four aggregates were empty. The voices of devout men and women asking for help from the Lord Buddha sounded again and again. "Lord Buddha bless, kill the devil." Cursing the "devil" became the main topic of Buddhist worship in dilapidated temples for a while. The word "devil" awakened the true holy spirit of Qianyuan. He finally understood from the curses of these devout men and women. In the nearby jungle, a "devil" with a gun appeared out of nowhere. , and dragged the corpse into the woods to eat.Many good men and women were attacked on the road to the temple, and many people died under the guns of "devils". They have seen and heard it with their own eyes. At this time, Maestro Maezono opened his eyes after his spirit awakened, and he looked at these faithful men and women blankly. After the faithful men and women left, he still sat on the altar for a long time, a devil who eats human flesh, a devil who kills people, and a devil with a gun. Suddenly, he retched, and his body fell on the Buddhist altar. The vomiting made him breathless, and a long-lost feeling was tossing in his heart. It was empty before he stopped vomiting. After an unknown amount of time, he went to the backyard. Dry firewood was burning under an iron pot, the water in the pot was boiling, and a basket of wild vegetables was poured into the pot. He smelled the aroma of wild vegetables. The wild vegetables were so fragrant and so tempting. . Ever since he walked out of the jungle and ate half of the vegetable dumpling given to him by the old abbot, he has been accompanied by wild vegetables. After the appearance of the "devil", he began to pay attention to the news brought to the temple by devout men and women. They said: "The devil not only kills, but also attacks the salt caravan." They added: "The devil wears no clothes, but a cape made of straw." And they said, "The devil himself sang in the woods, over and over again, that same song." Hearing all this, Qianyuan Zhensheng suddenly felt very cold all over his body, and he kept shivering.He seemed to understand everything, and he seemed to understand nothing. He said over and over again in his heart: "Could it be him, could it really be him?" In those days, Qianyuan Zhensheng was restless all the time. He sat in the cold temple, listening to the sound of wind, rain and distant forest waves outside the temple. He was listening intently, watching the setting sun disappear in the western sky. three The topic of the "devil" in the jungle became the focus of discussion among the faithful men and women in the temple.When they talked about the "devil", their faces changed, and they knelt down in front of the Buddha statue, begging for peace, hoping that the "devil" would disappear soon. The topic of "devil" intensified in the dilapidated temple. The "devil" attacked a small mountain village. The "devil" snatched away a girl from northern Myanmar. The "devil" attacked the doctor who made a night out... Maestro Qianyuan left the temple on a day that was not a dry season. On that day, there was a drizzle in the sky, and the sky and the earth were gray. When Qianyuan Zhensheng closed the gate of the temple, his heart jumped. He didn't know why his heart was beating. After walking for a while, he looked back at the temple. The temple was quiet, in the drizzle Merged with heaven and earth.As soon as he saw the temple, he felt that his whole body and mind were empty, and his thoughts drifted away, drifting to the distant place with no horizon. Qianyuan Zhensheng walked forward in the drizzle. Before leaving the temple, he took off the cassock on his body, which was left to him by the old abbot, and put on the clothes of ordinary people. Qianyuan Zhensheng walked towards the jungle again in the drizzle, and the old jungle quickly accepted him. Going forward, the scene of the jungle is the same as it was a few years ago, with wild grass, dense branches and leaves, the sky is gone, and the world is gone. Qianyuan Zhensheng was walking freely in the jungle, he stopped, and he saw a Burmese farmer lying down in the jungle, the farmer was holding a hoe, it seemed that he was walking through the jungle to his field, but was caught A bullet shot from behind hit the head, and the farmer was completely dead. His expression was horrified and puzzled. The True Sage of Qianyuan stopped beside the dead farmer. He sat down and closed his eyes. The wandering thoughts hovered over the farmer's body, and finally floated up with the farmer's soul, passing through the woods, Pass through the clouds and mists, and enter the peaceful and serene space from afar. After a long time, Qianyuan Zhensheng stood up and walked forward. He walked in the jungle, and it was like walking in a dream.He stopped again, and this time he stopped next to a dead girl. The girl was naked, and her body in the dark jungle exuded a gray halo. The girl's stomach was stabbed with a bayonet. It opened... Maezono Masato closed his eyes, and before his eyes, the Koyama Zhili of the year was transformed again, Xiaoshan Zhili was calling, calling for the passion of the soldiers, she dedicated her body to despair again and again The soldiers in the war even dedicated their lives and bodies to the soldiers, to the emperor and to the jihad. Qianyuan Zhensheng raised his head and let the raindrops hit his face. He woke up, turned around, waved away the illusion in front of him, and walked forward again. In the distance, he heard an indistinct singing voice. At first, the singing voice was faint, like singing in a distant dream.At first, Maestro Maezono thought it was his hallucination. As he walked forward, the singing became clearer and clearer. At first he didn't understand the content of the lyrics, but the melody was so familiar, as if it happened in the past. A thing of the century. He walked forward step by step, and finally he suddenly came to his senses. The name of this song is: "The Great Japanese Empire Is Always Victorious". Name: Sasaki—— All premonitions were verified, and he walked forward in a daze.He finally saw a "savage" with disheveled hair and a coir raincoat with the emblem of the second lieutenant of the Japanese army on the neckline of the coir raincoat. Victory forever", over and over again, the voice of "Savage" is hoarse, but he sang so sincerely and devotedly, facing the jungle, facing this long rainy season. The True Sage Qianyuan "floated" to the side of the "savage", and he came behind him, but the "savage" still didn't notice, the True Sage Qianyuan closed his eyes, his face was blurred by the rain. Is it rain or tears. When Maezono Masato opened his eyes again, he called out: "Sasaki——" The hoarse singing stopped abruptly, and Sasaki stood up abruptly, aiming the muzzle of the black hole at Maezon Masho, and he instinctively took another step back. "Who are you—" Sasaki asked tremblingly. "Baga!" Qianyuan Zhensheng cursed. This sentence completely awakened Sasaki. He put away his gun and stood straight in front of Maezono Masho. He said loudly, "Report to the Major, Fifth Regiment. Sasaki, the second lieutenant of Maezono Masaki's brigade, will report to you." Maezono Masho stepped forward and looked at Sasaki, his hair and the beard floating on his chest were all white, but his eyes were still crazy. Sasaki said loudly again: "Sasaki didn't embarrass the emperor. Sasaki has been fighting in the jungle for fifteen years and seven months. He killed thirty-four enemies and attacked villages for twenty-three..." Sasaki was still talking, when suddenly he was hit hard in the face by Maezono Masho. Sasaki was still standing there, staring blankly at Maeson Masho in front of him: Maeson Maezono closed his eyes. Sasaki, who was crazy back then, ran madly into the depths of the jungle. He thought that Sasaki had died long ago, and he had transcended for Sasaki's soul. Maezono Shinsho opened his eyes again, and Sasaki was still standing straight in front of him, as if he was accepting orders back then. "The Emperor has announced his surrender—" Maezono said feebly. Sasaki didn't seem to hear clearly, he stared blankly at Maeson Masho in front of him. "It's been a long time since the emperor surrendered." Maeson Masho said again, this time he spoke in a hurry. "Ah - no - impossible, the Emperor will not surrender, the Great Japanese Empire will not fail -" Sasaki shouted frantically. Maezono Masho closed his eyes again. When he opened his eyes again, he saw Sasaki's crazy expression. "Baga—" He waved his arm and slapped Sasaki, who stood there motionless. Finally, Maezono Shinsho said: "Put away your guns, we surrender." Sasaki finally believed it, he had no reason not to believe it, the one standing in front of him was Maezono Shinsho. Sasaki's expression was no longer crazy, but turned into despair.He knelt down, hugged his head, and suddenly burst into sobs. Maezono Masho closed his eyes again. After an unknown amount of time, Maezono Shinsho opened his eyes. He saw Sasaki still kneeling there with a dazed expression on his face, a bayonet stuck in his belly, blood gurgling, and he called out: "The Emperor!" Your Majesty, Sasaki has devoted his allegiance to you—" After speaking, he fell headlong and fell into the eternal jungle. The true sage of Qianyuan sat on the altar, and incense was floating in the temple. Devoted men and women kneel down in front of the Buddha statue, and they are fulfilling their wishes to the Buddha.The "devils" in the jungle are gone, and they will never be harmed again. The thick incense is wafting in the temple. Qianyuan Zhensheng sat there, motionless, his hands twirling the prayer beads on his chest. day after day. Maestro Qianyuan was still sitting there. The temple at night is still quiet, the crescent moon appears dimly through the clouds, everything is so blurred, so blurred that everything is nothingness. The true sage of Qianyuan sits in this nothingness and becomes a kind of eternity. Devotees and believers lit the incense in front of the Buddhist altar again and again, and the incense lingered in the cold and dilapidated temple.Finally, their eyes stopped on the abbot, and they found that the abbot's hand twirling the prayer beads stopped, and stopped in front of his chest.They went up and surrounded the abbot. They finally found out that the abbot passed away, really passed away. Four Both Li Shuanglin and Niu Dakui are old, not only their bodies, but also their hearts. First their hair was gray, and then their beards, and their hair was not silver, but pale. They can't remember how many years they lived in the jungle. They sent away one night after another, welcomed one day after another, sent away one rainy season after another, and ushered in one dry season after another. Their legs and feet are not as flexible as before, and they still perch in the trees at night.When they climbed the tree, they all gasped for a while. The night tide surrounds this world like a tide, so dark that it has no boundaries. The two of them were lying on the tree branch. They were used to all this. They could fall asleep with their eyes closed, but they would suddenly wake up again at some point. After waking up, they didn't need to open their eyes. Closing eyes is the same for them all. Li Shuanglin didn't know how long he had been asleep, but he had already woken up. He had a dream just now, and he woke up in a dream. After waking up, he found that Niu Dakui had also woken up, coughing softly. , for some reason, he has been coughing all the time. Li Shuanglin said, "I just had a dream." Niu Dakui was silent, he was listening to Li Shuanglin. Li Shuanglin said again: "I dreamed of Battalion Commander Gao. He was still the same as before, leading us to the north, walking around." Niu Dakui stopped coughing, and said slowly: "Do you think Battalion Commander Gao and the others can really go out?" Li Shuanglin thought for a while and said, "Maybe, maybe not." How many years and how many times they have had such conversations, they themselves can't remember. "You said, Battalion Commander Gao and the others are going to go out, they will definitely come to pick us up." Niu Dakui said again. "They thought we were all dead," Li Shuanglin said. "But our souls are going home too." "that is." After a long time, the two fell silent. At this time, the jungle was still black, windless and very quiet. "Listen, they are shouting." Li Shuanglin said. The two of them fell silent and listened carefully. In the deep silence, there was a tide-like cry, which quickly surrounded them. "Go home—we're going home—" "Go home—" They can't tell whether this cry is real or illusory. They have this kind of induction a long time ago. The brothers who died in the jungle are calling out one after another. This is their soul calling and calling. —— "Go home, we're going home—" The two listened to the call after call. In the dead of night, as long as they closed their eyes, they could hear the call, and they also melted into the call again and again. For so many years, they didn't know how many comrades in arms they had buried. They searched the jungle over and over again, and found new bones every day.They rushed the heads of the corpses to the north, and covered their bodies with dead leaves and branches, so they called out the souls and led the way for them with high and low voices. "Come home, come home—" he yelled. He shouted, "Go north—go home—" The two shouted tirelessly, and when they did all this, they were serious and calm. They could not tell how many other wandering spirits wandered in the jungle, lost their way home.When they think of this, they feel restless and restless, and leading the way for their dead brothers has become their goal and belief in living in the jungle. "Listen, they're shouting again—" Li Shuanglin said. "Their souls are restless—" Niu Dakui said. "We will die sooner or later," Li Shuanglin said. "That's right, he died in this wild forest." Niu Dakui said. "We can barely move." "You said we are dead, can you identify the way home?" The two stopped talking, and looked towards the north through the darkness, as if they saw their homeland. Their eyes crossed the Nujiang River, the Shanhaiguan Pass, and landed on the frozen Northland. There was their snow-covered homeland, a quiet village, and the chickens were crowing. , The snow is also floating, and the smoke from the kitchen is floating in the windless air, floating, floating. "I saw my hometown." Li Shuanglin said. "I saw it too." Niu Dakui said. "Then we will be able to go back after we die." "I will definitely be able to go back." After the two of them said this, they fell asleep quickly. Next, they had a common dream. They dreamed that they were still walking in the jungle, walking, walking, and there was no end in front of them. It was dawn again, and they finally woke up from their dreams.They slid down the tree and staggered forward. "How many do you think we can find today?" Niu Dakui asked. "Maybe ten, maybe eight." Li Shuanglin replied. "I really want to find them all at once, find them, and we can go home." "Not really." They walked forward with difficulty. "Look, here's one." Li Shuanglin stopped. His foot stepped on a hard object, he stopped, reached out his hand to feel among the fallen leaves, and it turned out to be a bone. Next, the two of them peeled away the old leaves, and the skeleton of a person was clearly presented in front of them. They moved the head of the skeleton to the north again. He shouted: "Go home, go north——". He shouted, "Go north—go home—" The two were silent for a long time, supported each other, and walked forward again. The two walked silently, and a few fallen leaves floated down from the branches, dancing and falling in front of them. "You said we can really go home after we die?" Niu Dakui asked again. "Can, why can't, definitely can!" The two stumbled and walked. Finally one day, the two could no longer walk.They lay in the jungle covered with fallen leaves.They looked blankly at the eternal jungle. "Go home—I'm going home—" Li Shuanglin murmured. "Go home - go - home -" Niu Dakui stopped moving after speaking, he lay there with his head facing north. "I—see—home——" Li Shuanglin said so. "..." Niu Dakui said. Li Shuanglin turned his head back once with the last bit of strength, and saw Niu Dakui closed his eyes, he stretched out his hand to grab Niu Dakui's cooling hand. Li Shuanglin said in his heart: "Let's go home—" Then he closed his eyes. He flew over the jungle, saw the blue sky and white clouds, flew over the Nujiang River, flew over the land of China where he once went to Burma, and flew over the Shanhaiguan Pass, and finally returned to his long-lost homeland. There are snowflakes fluttering in my hometown, and the land in my hometown is clean. He finally came back, back to his snow-white homeland.He smiled, satisfied and happy. The dead leaves swirled down one by one and landed on their bodies.They were quickly covered. In a certain tribe of Savage Mountain, a savage who was not young always liked to look towards the north for some reason. again and again. The savages were all happy, but he was not happy at all. From the day he was born, he was always more sentimental than other savages.In addition, he always likes to look north. His mother, Yuan, died a few days ago. After the death of his mother, he loves to look towards the north even more, and he doesn't know why. Fives In a blink of an eye, Gao Jilong and Wang Yue are also old. They still live in the hut next to the cemetery on the south slope of Yangeryu, they still have no children, and the two of them spend time together as time goes by. The cemetery has been refurbished. The old earthen graves have been built with bricks and plastered with cement. The stele that reads "Eternal Anti-Japanese Martyrs" still stands in front of the cemetery. The two of them wandered around the cemetery most of the time. The grass is green, green, yellow, and withered. Year after year, they watch over the cemetery. Every year during the Ching Ming Festival, there will always be a group of teenagers presenting flowers in front of the monument. The children come and fly away like a group of butterflies. In the rest of the time, Gao Jilong and Wang Yue were weeding the cemetery. Many weeds were growing in the cemetery. They wanted to eradicate these weeds to make the cemetery more tidy and clean. When night came, the two of them sat on the open space in front of the hut, watching groups of fireflies flying over the cemetery. I don't know how long it has passed, the night is gradually getting darker, and the mountain wind is getting a little cooler. Wang Yue secretly glanced at Gao Jilong, who was dozing obsessively, and said, "Old man, why don't you just rest." Hearing this, Gao Jilong became clearer. “困，你就先歇吧，我想再坐会儿。”高吉龙这么说完，便又在烟袋锅里装满了烟，划着火柴点燃，“叭嗒、叭嗒”地吸着。 “人老了，觉也少了，打个盹也就精神了。”王玥瘪着嘴说。 “我是不想睡，一睡就做梦，老是梦见过去的一些事。” "Hey--" “不知咋的了，我一做梦就梦见那片林子，老是那片林子。” 王玥听了这话，低下头，似乎在想着什么。 “他们都在哭，他们跟我说，他们想家，要回来，你说这事。” 王玥的眼睛潮湿了，又有了泪要流出来，她怕老头子看见，忙在脸上抹了一把，最近这几年也不知咋了，她老是想哭，想着想着泪就流出来了，惹得老头子一次次说她： “你看你，咋像个小姑娘似的，说哭就哭。” 她不想哭，可是总是忍不住，说哭就能哭出来。 她最近也总是在做梦，每次做梦总是梦见自己小时候的事，她那时还是个扎着小辫的小姑娘，穿着绚丽的裙子坐在父亲的腿上，父亲在一遍遍给她讲老家的一些事。老家，四季如春的老家，吊脚楼下长着两棵老槐树，老槐树飘着花香。还有三月的泼水节，缤纷的水花在阳光下灿烂地撒着，撒出了一村人的欢乐，撒出了一年的吉祥…… 再后来她又梦见父亲哭了，父亲一边哭着一边说：“你长大了，就带你回老家，咱们回老家……” 她在父亲的叙说中就醒了，醒来之后，她总觉得心里很闷，似压了一块石头，让她喘不上气来。 好半晌，她才缓过一口气来，突然就有了向别人倾诉的愿望，她推了推身边的高吉龙说： “老头子，醒醒。” 高吉龙就睁开眼，转过身，冲着她问： “咋，又做梦了?” 老头子这么一问，她又不知自己该说什么了，只是想哭，于是她就哽哽地说： “老头子，我对不住你，这么多年也没给咱生养个孩子。” “唉，说那些干啥，这咋能怪你。” 多少年了，他们一直在生不生孩子的问题上说来说去。 在他们还算年轻的时候，他们共同努力过，结果都失败了。是那片该死的丛林造成了他们今天这种结局。 “怪谁呢，这能怪谁呢?”他总是这么安慰她。 她觉得对不住他，对不起自己，想一想就又哭，哭来哭去的。 他就说：“你看你，跟个小姑娘似的，咋就那么多的眼泪呢。” 她听了这话忍着，却忍不住，眼泪止不住，不住地往下流。她也不知自己咋就有那么多的眼泪，流了这么多年，仍是流不完。 “昨晚我梦见老林子里开满了花，一串一串的，还有许多果子，吃也吃不完。”高吉龙这么说。 “你别瞎琢磨了，要睡就踏踏实实地睡，咱们都这把年纪了，比不得年轻的时候了。”她这么劝慰着。 “其实，我也不想瞎琢磨，可老是管不住自己。” “唉，——”她又叹了口气。 接下来，两人就许久没有话说，他们目光一飘一飘地去望墓地上那群飘来飞去的萤火虫。 “我一看见这些坟吧，就想起了他们。”高吉龙这么说。 她知道，他说的“他们”指的是那些人。 他们，他们，还都好么? “收音机里说，少帅要回老家来看看，不知他到底能不能回来。”他喃喃着。 她想起来，几天前的一个晚上，两个人躺在炕上听收音机，收音机里的确说；少帅要回来看一看。 那一夜，她发现他整夜都没睡好，翻来覆去的，折腾了一夜。 他又想起在少帅身边时的岁月。 “你说要是当年东北军不去关内会咋样?”她这么问。 他闷着头不语，“叭嗒、叭嗒”地在吸烟。半晌，他狠狠地往地上吐了口痰。 她就不语了，又试探着问： “要不，就回去歇吧?” 他不动，也不语，仍“叭嗒叭嗒”地在吸烟。吸了一气，又吸了一气。 “歇就歇吧。” 他站了起来，向前走了两步，发现她坐在那没动。 她向他伸出手说：“老头子，拉我一把，咋就站不起来哩。” 他走过来，搀了她一把，两个人绊绊磕磕地向屋里走去。 “见鬼了，我一闭上眼就想起那片林子。”他们躺下后，他这么说。 “唉——”她叹了声，很无力。 他终于睡着了，结果又一次梦见了“他们”还有那片林子，林子遮天掩日，没有尽头。 很快，他就醒了，睁开眼睛，窗外西天的北斗星正映人他的眼帘，当年，他们就是看见了它，才找到了北方的，他们一路向北走来，结果就走到了今天。 此时，他望着北斗星鼻子有些酸，眼窝子也有些热。 他恨恨地想：这是咋了，自己咋跟个娘儿们似的。 结果，他还是没能忍住自己的眼泪，他怕她看见，用被子蒙住了头，鼻涕一把泪一把地哭开了。 半晌，他又睡着了，这次他又梦见了自己年轻那会，仍是在丛林里，她的手握住了他的手，他几乎是在牵着她往前走，她的手小小的，攥在他的手里，那么软那么柔。那时，他好像一点也没体会到这些，现在他才有了体会，在梦里体会了一次那时的一切，多么美好哇。他笑了，在梦里笑出了声。 又是一天早晨，他醒了，见身边的她没有动静，他先披衣坐了起来。 他说：“该起了，吃过饭，咱还要锄草呢。” 他这么说过了，见她依然没有动静，他瞅了她一眼，看见她仍睡着，脸上挂着少见的笑，他不忍心打扰她的好梦，独自轻手轻脚地起了炕，等到他做好饭时，她仍没起来，仍是那么笑着。 他说：“你笑啥咧——” 说完去拍她的额头，他的手就停在了半空。 他叫了一声，便僵僵地立在了那里。 她去了，她在梦中去了，她是微笑着离他而去的，她在梦中梦见了什么，他真想问问她。他慢慢地蹲在了地上，伏下头，呜呜地哭泣起来。他这次哭得很痛快，也没有责备自己，她去了，没有人能够看见他娘儿们似的哭泣。 She really went. 她伴着他走出了丛林。 她伴着他走过了怒江。 她伴着他走过山海关。 她伴着他度地了许多个春夏秋冬。 她伴着他一直到老。 ... 她离开了他。 他为这一切哭泣着。 six 又是一个下雪的季节。 雪花纷纷扬扬地落着，白了墓地，白了这一方世界。 他一大早就起来了，提着扫把在扫着这片墓地。 “沙沙——” “沙沙——” 墓地一点点地显露出来，很快又被飘舞的雪花覆盖了，他仍在不停地扫着。 “沙沙——” “沙沙——” 他一边扫一边自言自语：“你说我咋就老做梦哩，咋就走不出那个梦哩。”。 他这么说过了，听见没人回答，他清醒了过来，呆呆地伫立在那里，突然，眼泪就流了下来。 半晌，他又在扫。 “沙沙——” “沙沙——” 一声又一声。 他的背更驼了，腰更弯了，雪落满了他的身上，厚厚的，沉沉的。 “这雪，咋就下个没完没了呢。” 一股风把他刚说出的话吹散了，随着雪花零零散散地飘向了墓地。 后来，他就坐了下来，伴着墓地，伴着白雪。 他的目光从一个又一个墓上扫过，一个又一个。这么多年了，他不知望过多少遍了，他对它们倾诉过，倾诉过那片丛林，说过留在丛林里的弟兄，多少年过去了，他一直在说着，在心里说着。 昨夜，他做了一夜的梦，梦当然离不开那片丛林，李双林、牛大奎、童班副、刘二娃、姜小子……他们一个又一个向他走来。他们围住他说：“回家吧，营长，你带我们回家吧。” 他们还说：“我们在这里水土不服哩。” 他们又说：“我们想家哩，想家乡的雪，想家乡的雨，想家乡的春夏秋冬。” 后来他的梦一下子就消失了，消失得无影无踪。他们都离开了他，他再也看不见他们了，但能听到他们的声音： “营长，你不管我们了?” “营长，我们一直向北走，咋就走不到头呢?” “营长，我们饿呀——” “营长，我们实在走不动了。” “营长，我们想家呀——” ------ 他听着他们的一声声呼喊，他哭了，很起劲地哭，哭着哭着就把自己哭醒了。 醒来之后，梦境里的一切，依仍在眼前浮现，仿佛他仍在丛林中，仍在梦中。 雪下着，纷纷扬扬的。 他坐在墓地里，他已成了一个雪人。 他眼前的丛林依然清晰可见，眼前飘舞的不是雪，而是无边无际的丛林，一支踉跄的队伍，行走在丛林里，他们在向北方走，一直走向北方。 北方是他们的家园。 北方是他们的归宿。 他走在弟兄们的中间，他们一直在向北。 雪飘着，下着，纷纷扬扬的。 他坐在雪中，成了一尊雕像，他在白雪中永恒地守望着，他在等待弟兄们的灵魂走进故乡的风雪里。 雪就越下越大了，这是弟兄们的灵魂么? 这是弟兄们的哭泣么? 这是弟兄们思乡的歌谣么? 这是故乡的雪呀。 雪落在北方，静静的，悄悄的。 ...