Chapter 16 One five failed yellow pill packs

One five failed yellow pill packs When the marching team turned a corner on Nanshan Road, the child bid farewell to his father in his mother's arms.Walking through the big tree path, people slide across the river.Their clothes and steps don't look like a team, but there is a strong heart hidden under the clothes.These hearts carry them away, and their hearts set off like copper.At the last moment, the big hillside has not covered the last person, a child in the arms of his mother, he called "Daddy".The child's cry got nothing, the father didn't even shake his arm, and the child seemed to hit the sound against a rock.

As soon as the women enter the house, the house seems empty; the house seems to be built in the sky, and the plain sunlight shines on the windows, but it does not bring any meaning.They don't need a man back, they just need good news.When the news came, five days later, Old Zhao San ran to Second Aunt Li with bare feet and told Aunt Li: "I heard that Qingshan and the others have been scattered!" Obviously Zhao San was at a loss, and his beard was also shocked. , seemed busy jumping from his mouth. "Is anyone really back?" Second Aunt Li's throat became a long and thin tube, making the sound come out in a polygonal shape.

"Really, Ping'er is back!" Zhao San said. Serious night, down from the sky.Japanese soldiers besieged Diayu Village, Baiqitun, and Sanjiazi... Ping'er is at Widow Wang's house, resting in his mistress' arms.The dog barked outside, and when he heard the Japanese talking, Ping'er fled over the wall; he was buried in a piece of wormwood, and the toad jumped between his feet. "We must catch this kid, I'm afraid they will join the Volunteer Army one after another!" In the wormwood he could hear the people saying: "The lackeys!" Ping'er heard his mistress being tortured.

"Where's the man?—Say it, and let's shoot!" They kept scolding: "You bitches, you are raised by pigs." Ping'er was completely naked, and he walked a long way.He went to pull the skirt to wipe the sweat, but the skirt was gone, and he scratched it on his leg, only to find that his figure fell on the ground like a naked child. The mother-in-law of two miles and a half was killed, the bow-legged was killed, two people died, and the village rested in peace for two days.The third day is the day to die again.The Japanese soldiers rushed out of the village, and Ping'er went to the roof of Jinzhi's house to spend the night.Jin Zhi said, "No way! The little devil came over the roof just now."

Ping'er ran across the field, bullets kept shooting at him, and Ping'er's eyes wouldn't turn. He heard someone shouting nearby: "Take the living, take the living..." He heard everything by illusion. He saw an old man cooking, and Ping'er was about to cry: "Old man, help, hide me! Help!" The old man said, "What's the matter?" "The Japanese caught me." Ping'er's nose was bleeding, as if he only bled when he talked about Japan.He looked around the whole house, as if he didn't even find a crack, he turned to run, but the old man caught him, and he went out the back door, into the long dung cage

The child was by the door, and when the manure cage was lifted, the old man said, "Climb in and breathe lightly." The old man sealed the back door with a note coated with porridge and rice, and he went to eat by the pot.Ping'er under the manure cage heard someone coming and talking to the old man, and then he heard someone working on the latch, the door was about to open, and he was about to be arrested!He wanted to jump out of the cage, but soon those people, those devils went! Ping'er came out of the safe dung cage, his face was covered with dung, his white face was stained with red blood, his nose was still bleeding, his appearance was already miserable.

Li Qingshan believed in the usefulness of the "revolutionary army" this time, and he fled back to the village. He did not bring back a look of depression like others. He said at Wang Po's house: "The good thing about the revolutionary army is that they don't do things indiscriminately. They have discipline. This time I believe that the red beard is finished, he is fighting among himself, bumping into each other." There were very few audiences this time, and people did not believe in Aoyama.Villagers are born to be easily disappointed, and everyone is easily disappointed.

Everyone thinks it's over!Only Old Zhao San, he was not disappointed, he said: "Then organize and become a revolutionary army again!" Wang Po thought it was ridiculous for Zhao San to talk like a child.But she didn't laugh at him.Sitting beside her was a heroine who wore a man's hat and had saved the country with a beard and said, "Leave the dead alone, so what about the wounded?" "Didn't all those who were slightly injured come back! If you are seriously injured, you can't care about it, just die!" At this moment, an old woman from Beicun cried like crazy and ran to fight Li Qingshan.She held her head and threw it towards the wall like she was holding a stone, and said a short sentence: "Li Qingshan,...the enemy...my son will be taken away by you to die."

They pulled her away, and she struggled, stronger than a mad bull. "That's not enough, you send me to the little Japanese! I'm going to die...it's time to die!..." She kept grabbing her hair like this, and slowly she fell down. She couldn't breathe, and she patted Wang Po's knee lightly: "Old sister, you may know my heart. I am a widow at the age of nineteen. I have been guarding this son for decades;... those days when I was hungry! I went to the hillside with my child to cut thatch, and the heavy rain came, and the rain slapped my two mothers down from the hillside. I think it’s broken, who knows? I’m not dead yet... die sooner and the matter will be over sooner.”

Her tears drenched Wang Po's knees, and she began to cry softly: "What do you say I'm still guarding?...I'm going to die! There is a Japanese child waiting, that girl Linghua will not grow up, she is dead Bar!" Sure enough, he was dead, hanged from the beam of the house.Three-year-old Linghua's little neck hangs side by side with her grandmother's, hanging high like two skinny fish. The death rate in the village began to increase rapidly again, but people didn't notice it very much, and the whole village was struggling in a coma again as if suffering from an infectious disease.

The "Patriotic Army" passed by Sanjiazi, flying a yellow flag with "Patriotic Army" written in red on it.Some people followed suit!They don't know how to be patriotic, and what's the use of being patriotic, but they have nothing to eat! Li Qingshan didn't go, he said it was also made of beard.Old Zhao San quarreled with his son because of the "Patriotic Army": "I think you should go. If there is a rumor at home, someone will arrest you. Go and fool around. In the end, even killing a Japanese devil will pay off. Let out your breath. You are young and strong, and it is good to let out your breath." Old Zhao San had no knowledge at all, and his blind words made his son not admire him. Ping'er always squinted his eyes in circles when talking to his father, or shook his shoulders once or twice uncoordinatedly, and treated him like this. He was very unwilling to accept it, and sometimes Old Zhao San thought to himself: "Why isn't Old Zhao San a little Zhao San!"