Chapter 54 Cremation(8)

Captain Shi entered the city.Lowering his head, he gritted his teeth.He hated, hated, hated the enemies who kicked him down and taught him to "roll" into town.How he would have pulled out his gun and shot that two-legged dwarf's brains out all over the gate!However, he controlled himself.He can't delay important events because of his pleasure for a while.He must carry the shame, the horse dung, to carry out the task he has to do. He didn't dare to look around on the street, but could only lower his head like an animal, using the corners of his eyes to capture all the places and scenes he should remember.When he has nothing to do on weekdays, he is a carefree child.Now he will think, be patient, be brave, be brave and cunning.He must go against his own nature to implement the most vicious plan, and only by faithfully executing it can he destroy the dwarves he hates the most.His mouth was very dry, as if he had to drink a large bucket of cold water immediately, which was enough to quench the fire in his heart and quench his thirst.The fire in his heart is caused by the friction between a kind nature and a vicious plan—like a thunderbolt caused by the interaction of yin and yang: he wants to love, but he has to hate; if he wants to live, he should go die!He didn't meet anyone carrying water, and he didn't see it. He gritted his teeth hard and forced out a little body fluid.Swallowing such a pitiful little body fluid, he extinguished the fire in his heart.No, no, no, he can't waste his time thinking about it like this anymore.He should act immediately, like a tiger aiming at a pig and rushing towards it with the wind to destroy the enemy!Yes, yes, as accurate as a tiger, so brave, so vicious!His eyes lit up, his distorted face felt a little hot, and his heart became much lighter and brighter. He began to feel a kind of joy, and he almost wanted to cry like an eagle loudly.

His happiness barely lasted for more than a minute.The Wencheng he saw was already a dead city!The city was never bombed.But there was not a single child in the street, not even a dog in sight.The shops were open, but no one came out or went in.The teahouse - still open - was empty.The wine shop—also open—was empty.Almost all the businessmen are men or women over the age of fifty, not like doing business, but like guarding a coffin that has not yet been buried.The shop was pretty clean, but the goods—including snacks and the like—seemed to be old things from a year ago.The paper is faded, the iron is rusted, and everything that can be eaten by insects has holes or hairs.The streets are also quite clean, there are no shreds of paper, chicken feathers, garlic skins flying in the wind, and even children's feces can't be seen.Quite clean shops are lined up on both sides of a fairly clean street, quiet, no laughter, no pedestrians, no children playing, no chickens and dogs barking, as if the whole city suddenly fell ill and died suddenly , leaving behind a gloomy and clean city.A city that has been bombed is not as embarrassing as Wencheng, because the disaster of fire and blood will make people angry and cry; it will make people lose their neighbors, friends, and relatives, and increase their own lives—— to take revenge.Wencheng is still intact and cleaner than before, but it is lifeless.It looks like a well-dressed "blind" with eyes open, but can't see anything-slowly, walking towards the grave!

The only distinctive thing is that there are slogans that look like they have just been pasted everywhere—Japanese paper, slogans made by the Japanese.Papers of various colors glowed on the walls, doors, and pillars.Their colors are so bright, but the door walls and pillars are so dull, it is as if rouge and lead powder have been rubbed on the face of a dead man. Occasionally, there are a few pedestrians on the street, even if they are best friends or relatives, they dare not walk side by side, but they have mobilized and kept a considerable distance.Their eyes were on the ground, and they only greeted each other from the corners of their eyes.They dare not speak, dare not smile, they dare not even cough loudly.When they went into a shop to buy something, they slid in like mice, and then slid out again like mice.All their actions, even buying a piece of tofu, will bring disaster to themselves, and they will be sent to prison where they will die immediately.They are neither Japanese nor Chinese, but dead people who can still eat.

Captain Shi, an "old" soldier who moved to the northwest, has seen the Temple of Heaven and the Jinao Yudong in Beiping, the foreign companies and trams in Tianjin, and a small town with only one or two hundred households, where there are more flies than people.But whether the city is big or small, he is always happy to see the city.He was a countryman, and when he saw the city—just like other countrymen—he was always a little frightened; but the city was like a colorful tiger, the more terrifying it was, the more lovely it was.Once in the city, he can find interesting things out of nowhere and unexpectedly.He can eat dumplings with various fillings, listen to operas, watch movies, take a bath, and buy toothpaste.Even in the smallest city, where there is nothing appetizing except fried dough sticks and tofu nao, he can at least enjoy fried dough sticks and tofu nao.

He had never seen a city like Wencheng!here.Even fried dough sticks and tofu nao have been sent to mourn! There was a dwarf dog with a gun standing at the entrance of the county middle school. Captain Shi didn't need to read the words on the wooden sign outside the door to know that the middle school was also in mourning. At the intersection—the busiest place on weekdays—there are more people coming and going, but there is a short dog standing in the middle of the street, with a white light shining—a bayonet.This white light makes passers-by close their eyes very quickly, leaving only a small slit to look at it.As dazzling as the white light, the most important and respectable shops at the intersection have all been converted into Japanese shops. Plaques of phonetic letters.One family was turning on the phonograph, playing monotonous, desolate oriental songs that contained more crying than singing.Here, the colors are the most, the most glaring, and the most bleak. The white light of the bayonet and all kinds of colors have the same air-conditioning, like a big grimace, the more fancy and uglier, the brighter and more shocking.

Captain Shi, in this silent, gloomy and colorful city, dare not stand still, sit down, or even think about anything.This is a dead city shrouded in poisonous gas, and even the rocks and sand on the ground seem to be some poisonous tribulus. "It's terrible!" There is a toilet in a small secluded alley, and there is still a slogan posted ten months ago on the wall of the toilet.After being hit by the rain, there seemed to be tear stains on each strip; under the tear stains, the words that I had cried many times were "Chinese, rise up and kill the enemy!" Captain Shi gritted his teeth, but the tears still fell.

On West Street, he saw Ju Rengong's house.One of the vermilion lacquered gates was closed and the other was open. There was no one inside or outside the gate.Opposite the Wang residence, there is a row of small shops, all emitting a very strong smell of opium smoke.Some middle-aged and elderly people who look like ghosts come out and go in again; they are still standing outside the door after coming out, as if preparing to go in again.There are also some young ghosts, some not more than eighteen or nineteen years old, who also huddle together with the older ghosts, talking and laughing.This is the only place where people talk and laugh, like some kind of special zone where people are allowed to talk and laugh casually.Captain Shi saw a female ghost in a red jacket, ran out with the sharpest laugh, and slapped a young man, and then ran in with the sharpest laugh.Looking at this row of small shops, looking at Jurengong's vermilion lacquered gate, Captain Shi nodded.He decided to rest here for a while, because he saw that it was a safe place.If, he thought in his mind, if something went wrong, he should go to the small shop—opium, here, is the safest thing!