Chapter 5 the day before escape

They made an appointment on the meadow to meet at Gaoao at six o'clock tomorrow afternoon, and each of them went to the camp with a slightly unnatural sense of trepidation, waiting for the day to pass. He sat on the porch of the temple and looked at the sun, the sun was also moving slowly in the sky leisurely.His mind was fixed on the shadow of the sun on the steps, and he couldn't think about anything else. Seeing a group of dogs fighting under the stage, and a few soldiers wrapping pieces of cloth with ropes in the sun, and dragging them around through the trajectory of rifles, he felt that humans and dogs were equally boring.

He thought: the day after tomorrow, at this time, there will be three people missing here.He knew that some people would inevitably be busy at that time, the clerk had to draft drafts, the adjutant's office had to issue official orders, the guard's office had to record demerits, and the military supply office would have a small dispute over their spare pay... everything was ridiculous.The harassment caused by desertion, he could see from the situation after the others absconded.I've seen it many times, and every time it's like this, if you don't want to do it, you run away.Fleeing, the interests still seem to be on the side of the battalion.It wasn't long before everyone forgot about it.Life in the army is systematic and orderly, and this uniformity, when it comes to such things as deserters, makes him laugh so strangely.

No one knew why the man was smiling.But it is not at all strange to see him laughing in the sun. A soldier has the same reasons for laughing.They laughed. It was nothing more than receiving extra allowances and getting rich. With good luck, they won money in gambling, drank a glass of wine at the platoon leader, and accidentally picked up something.In addition, different ones have to be conjectured. At most, I went to the street to watch the excitement and found it interesting.Under the status of serving the country, they are brought up to be as simple-minded as primitive humans, and there are very few sad and happy things.They get up very early to roll call, eat very rough diet, do work that is close to torturing the body, obey the commander, and follow orders. They do everything that people don't have to do, and they don't need to understand everything that people should understand. Slowly, of course, everyone will not find reasons to laugh alone in some new sense.

He smiled, listening to the conversation of the soldiers cleaning guns, and the people talking were also talking about that matter with their own smiling faces. A boy with a mobile phone handle wrapped in cloth, barefoot, with a large red cloth plaster on his feet, his face seemed to be flattened with a smile, and said, "Brother, don't think I'm human. Short, I can swear,--can bet, test my powers." "You think you can ride a horse..." This is what one of the so-called "brothers" said, and he continued, "Song Er, I will bet you that I will try it tonight."

"Bet twenty catties of wine and one chicken." "I only have one 'ba', do you want to eat it?" The guy who wiped the handle was played with, so he punched that brother on the soft waist.The heavy weight made the soldier who was bending over to drag the gun barrel stagger.There was also a patch of plaster on the other foot, and he put down his work and rushed over, throwing the little boy down, and the two of them immediately tangled up and rolled on the ground.The big man who was punched just laughed and shouted, asking the man named Laizi to give Song Er a good punch.He still bowed and wiped his gun in a very leisurely manner, as if he couldn't give up because he had a job.

They hit each other and cursed ugly words to each other innocently, Hengshun was wearing gray clothes, and rolling around on the ground would not get his clothes dirty, so it was a very beneficial thing for everyone to put their efforts into this matter. Yes, it's very lively. The fourth soldier did not get involved in the battle, but only cursed the one who was captured on the ground, using words commonly used among soldiers, "bastard", "miao dog", "cow", and there are more civilians than this. A little bit is also adopted.It seems that when these words are added to the head of the weak, at the same time, the face of the other is full of brilliance, showing the triumphant situation of a great man after struggling.

The troops stationed here don't fight, so of course they just spend their days like this.He is also used to it.Although I am used to seeing it, I am still very worried that this kind of banter often becomes more lively.Although people are in their 20s and 30s, it is not uncommon for them to have big tears on their faces after being punished. Facing such innocent and innocent compatriots, he still smiles wryly. The fight is still tied, the scolders are getting tired, and the captain is here. When he saw the captain coming, he stood up.The few people didn't notice that the torturers were still fighting endlessly, and the cheerleaders were still helping in a very good tone.The captain watched.He thought that these soldiers must have stood at attention in the sun for thirty minutes, but the captain looked at it for a while, and when he saw the other captured on the ground about to turn over, he shouted loudly.

"You dog, why don't you press that hand with your leg?" The captain was also in such a hurry, which was beyond his expectation.It turned out that the captain was a newcomer, and he was the one who rolled over with these brothers. When he saw the man standing up to the captain, he said that he wanted the captain to eat dog meat in the shed at night. He couldn't laugh, so he walked away. The weather is too early. He went down to the pine tree behind the temple, where some men from the same class were punching.There are also firemen, five in total, sitting on a big rock to bask in the sun, taking off all their clothes, their backs and shoulders are full of greasy dirt, and the clothes they took off are piled up beside them.Each was clean-shaven, with round, bristly, different heads that looked like pineapples in the sun.The faces of these stokers were all illuminated by a mediocre but optimistic light. It seems that the end of the month is approaching, and soon they will be able to expect to receive this month's salary of 4.8 anise, and they will be able to gamble and eat meat again.They, too, were discussing, in a vulgar language appropriate to their status, a story worthy of laughter, and he stood down again to listen.

It turned out that what they were discussing was the head.Probably because everyone has shaved their hair, so the head is a kind of immediate material. They only heard a very young fireman say: "Niubazi, your cut off will weigh seventeen and a half catties." The so-called Niubizi is a man with a big head and a lot of scars. He is sitting on the rock and scratching the black hair on his chest. When he hears this, he doesn’t care about being angry. He doesn’t refute it. No resistance is because people are getting old People who know how to let the boys take advantage of their mouths, but are ready to make money at another time, such as eating.The kid then said: "Niu Bazi, how many heads have you picked? I guess you won't be able to pick ten."

Niu Bazi flattened his mouth and kept silent, as if his mouth was specially grown for eating sweet potatoes. Because the question has no major premise, Niu Bazi has no obligation to answer as usual. The other (who was holding up his trousers at this time, and there were two patches of plaster on the shaft of his feet!) said, "Uncle Niu, dead heads are really heavy. I picked two heads at one end, and three at the other end. Picking twenty miles of shoulders is enough." It hurts." Niubazi sneezed. The fireman asked again, "Uncle Niu, how many did you pick?" Niu Bazi said, "I have wine to drink today." It was as if he was answering his own sneeze.However, the words came, "These days, mother, if you don't kill people, you can't drink."

The boy added another word, "Niu Bazi, do you want to drink? I'll lose you. Tonight I will go to the archery range alone to pick up that dead man's head. As long as you dare, I'll treat you to a drink of three hundred qian." "Little ghost, you are not selling ××, where did you get a lot of money?" "Sell, you are an old pumpkin, so you are valuable!" "The platoon leader likes you little pumpkin, be careful." "Be careful with your old pumpkin? Your mother..." The boy said to the other, "Erxi, Erxi, do you know about the old pumpkin's family and watchman? People who are hungry for wine still have ambition , the old pumpkin depends on his wife to drink in the village, and the old brother-in-law is ashamed to say that his wife is beautiful!" "You bastard, don't force your mouth, I will..." "Look at me, I will punish you," said the boy, walked over, put a short cotton military jacket on the scar of the ox, and rode on him With just one roll, the two of them rolled from the rock to the root of the pine tree.The one named Erxi and the other fireman were still like the last time they cleaned their guns, watching and cheering. He felt that it was all due to the long days, otherwise this kind of person would wake up at dawn to roll the rolls, go out to fetch water after the roll call, set up a fire if the water was picked, and then wash rice, cook rice, wash vegetables, Taking care of the bowls and chopsticks... It's unreasonable to be so busy with things. The days are short and you don't even have time to have a leisurely meal. How can you mess around in the sun? If you want to blame the chief, you should blame the chief secretary for not assigning too many jobs to this kind of people. This kind of people can always find free time, and whenever they have free time, they will naturally do these things. "Pumpkin" and "sweet potato", these things that make people shake their heads, they can be skillfully used in an analogy, and they do not lack an element of art.What they eat all day long is pumpkin and sweet potato. Under their kind of upbringing, young people don't see low-energy talents. He saw that these people's pleasure under that kind of teasing was no less than that of another kind of entertainment, so he could only walk away with an unnatural smile. It's still early. Where are you going?There is an acquaintance in the secretariat, a 41-year-old clerk who can eat opium for five yuan a day, who once lent him a look.I had returned the book a long time ago, because I thought I would leave quietly, and I was afraid I would never see this good-tempered person again, so I went there. This man lived on the stage and rarely left the stage. He climbed up the first step of the ladder from a dark gap that smelled of urine, and he saw a black shadow at the entrance. "Lieutenant, where are you going for half a day?" He recognized the clerk's voice, and went up to another level, "The clerk, it's me, Cheng Biaosheng." "Biaobiao, come up, come up, I bought a new book again." He will go up.When I got upstairs, I saw a light on the clerk's cigarette tray still glowing green, so I knew I was enjoying myself. "Why, clerk, the deputy is gone again." "Young man! You go out for a day, and you still have money to buy oranges. Maybe the money was lost to someone else, and you don't dare to come back until evening." "It's not okay to be too nice." "They all came out after him. Do you have the guts to fire him? Sometimes he spilled my cigarette, and I really want to bite him." "It's interesting that the clerk can really bite the lieutenant." "Bite is not enough. Didn't the Flying Tiger bite his servant in the fifth chapter? When my deputy knew that I was going to bite him, he flew away earlier." This good-tempered person is completely smoked, and his heart is softened like a mother's.Even when talking about this kind of joke with him, it was like telling a story with a child.That kind of peaceful disposition in times of trouble limited his position forever to the position he held five years ago.All of his colleagues have gone to be the governor, and he is still in the post of clerk, drafting drafts, making payrolls, kindly training the new clerks, drinking a glass of wine with the chief messenger, and serving as a clerk at the table where the commander's guests play cards. In one corner, chatting with many soldiers, neither accumulating money nor accumulating virtue, just living a very peaceful life. Among the various types of people in China, this kind of person can represent one type. Because he knows how to look, he has seen that Biaosheng is showing signs of improvement. Among many soldiers, this good-natured lover has particularly good intentions for him.This kindness does not come out of hope, and such a good-natured person is not able to do so because of a utilitarian concept. If you see him coming upstairs, please sit down.In the past, if the deputy soldiers were present, they should pour tea, because although they were soldiers, the soldiers in the battalion were not under the jurisdiction of the clerk.In a kind of polite hospitality, he was also freed from the restraints that should be expected of an ordinary soldier, and he was free to talk, eat, and discuss the talents and temperaments of the various characters in the novel.Now he was here to see this good man, and he was about to say goodbye, so he just sat down. "The weather is fine, have you been to any places?" "I've played it." "Fishing is good these days. I passed by the stream one day and saw a big crucian carp with the size of a foot. I was startled by the squid. I thought that if there were children around, I would jump into the water to touch it. You can have a meal." "Can the clerk swim?" "Hey, when I was young, I was able to beat the squid and cross the front of the Public Security Hall in Dahe in the village!" "Is it okay recently?" "Let's go to the dam in June to try it out. After eating cigarettes, I haven't dared to go into the water for ten years, but my prestige is still there, so don't underestimate me. Let me ask you, how are you doing?" "The clerk can read the picture, you guessed it." "I think you're not bad. Anyone who grows up in Huangluo Village can't swim and won't become a weight once they get into the river." "I don't know water. Because the family is afraid of drowning, they are not allowed to take a bath." "Then why don't you skip school and go take a shower quietly? When we were young, we studied in the library. After lunch, Mr. wrote a silver and vermilion character on the palm of each hand. When the character disappeared, he hit the board. You said, what should we do? Wash or wash?" If you don’t take a few baths in June, will you still be a bad student? We would rather be beaten and take a bath. This kind of spirit is necessary. Do you think you can admire the revolutionary spirit of children.” He couldn't help laughing when the clerk told such jokes.But what he thought of was whether the clerk at this time in a few days would talk about himself today with others? He also thought that this person will always be a child at heart. If he knows that the person in front of him is someone who will escape from the camp, the clerk should write a name on the list of deserters in the future. At this time, do you still say What do these say for little children? The clerk eats cigarettes, drinks tea, does business, sleeps in bed every day, and has never changed his life for several years. Of course, at this time, the person in front of him is a person who has a plan. "Baobiao, can you climb trees?" He shook his head. "Lie, I saw you and a brother playing on the big pine in the back mountain not long ago." "I use a belt to climb trees." "Of course, you don't need a belt unless it's Huang Tianba—hey, I forgot, I bought a lot of new books, you can take a look." The clerk said, put down the hookah, walked to the bed, and drove him From the big bamboo box, I took out some lithographed books, "This is, this is... I will read some books in the future, and I will have ancient studies; Tiaobiao, you look like Jia Baoyu!" He smiled, looked out from the window, saw that the weather was still very early, and was embarrassed to leave.His mind was bound by tomorrow's affairs, and he could not have the same interest in the book, the clerk, and what the clerk said in the past.He would like to find an opportunity to talk about his future affairs, but this good-tempered person never lets him have this opportunity. After talking and laughing for a while, the clerk fell to the cigarette tray to prepare to burn the cigarette, and he did not sit down when he stood there. "sit!" "I gotta go." "what's the matter?" "nothing." "Don't leave if you have nothing to do. Wait for my deputy to come back and ask him to buy melon seeds. Sanxiangzhai has good sunflower and rose melon seeds, which are bigger than the ones a few days ago." "..." "What are you thinking? Have you been bullied and want revenge?" "Nothing." "When I was a child, I fought with people all day long, and it was useless. When I lost, I just wanted to learn how to be a sword fairy to take revenge and kill this person. Now that I can't learn sword, I've become a fairy. When the enemy comes, I just shoot like this!" The so-called "one shot" is originally a matter of placing the bubble on the burner of the pipe and passing it across with both hands.This man is really a bit of a fairy-like person.He could only laugh when he saw the liberated state of the clerk who had no one but himself.The clerk probably had no enmity with him, so he never gave him the bong.At this time, he would rather lean against the lamp, and as soon as the clerk said please, he fell down. The clerk smoked a cigarette, took a sip of tea, and sang, "It's a big deal," shaking his body. Seeing this, he felt as uncomfortable as seeing the fireman fighting sumo. He thought it was impossible not to leave, so he left. "it's time to go." "Isn't it okay to talk?" "I want to look elsewhere." "Whether you want to read or not, there are many here, just take a few." "I don't want to read, I have other things to do." "It's good not to read books. At your age, you should do something undignified, and you should do something adventurous, so that it fits the mood. Tell me, have you ever seen any women outside? If so, I can help, I am very good at being a matchmaker, and if you invite me, you will never fail." "In the future, maybe there is something to trouble the clerk." "Many people bother me. My deputy has seen through me long ago and made things difficult for me, but he can't do anything about it." "Secretary, see you later." "Tomorrow." So he went downstairs from behind the door with the word "Ruxiang" embedded in it. The clerk sent it to the entrance of the building and said goodbye tomorrow. He went downstairs, it was still very early, and there were still three hours before entering the nightclub. Today's weather really seemed special, it was not as easy to pass as in the past at all, he thought about ways to spend the next half day in the sun, and went to a laundry place to pay off the debt.When I arrived at the house where the laundry was done, I saw the clerk's little deputy coming out of the room, filled with three or two cups of old wine, walking swayingly, and the washerwoman was sent out the door.About to break up, the little lieutenant took a look and saw that there was no superior, so he kissed the woman.The woman closed the waist door, the deputy soldier hurried away, and then he slowly walked over and knocked on the door.The woman came out to open the door, and when she saw a well-groomed figure coming, she was all smiles and asked what kind of clothes she had washed and what number she was. "It's not laundry. I'll pay you back some money, which I owed a few days ago." "Is the vice master leaving?" "No. Because I have money at hand, I thought of paying you back!" "What's the matter with some clothes?" "It should be delivered." "Shouldn't it be..." the woman said as she fastened her trousers. Whether the trousers were loose or on purpose, he didn't know. Just seeing the woman's facial expressions, he could understand the reason why the clerk's little guard, who was less than fifteen years old, did not return to the camp for so long.He understood how this woman had similarly entertained many of the young men in the camp.He remembered the joke made by the clerk, and felt bored with the woman. He said nothing more, took out the four hundred dollars that should be given to her, put it on a bench by the door of the house, and walked away . The strange thing is that it is still so early, and it is almost impossible to expect it to be night immediately.He should find something to do to forget the time, gambling and other things, but he is not familiar with it at all. The soldiers' beatings, the stoker's banter, the clerk's smoking gun, and the laundromat's demeanor all have their own masters, and they were not prepared so comprehensively for him.In the past, all of these seemed to be very close to him, but today they seem to be indifferent. He counted all the money in the bag to see if it was enough to buy half a catty of sugar, and there seemed to be more money, so he walked to Miaoqian Street. On the street, in the cabinets of Nanshi's grocery store, grocery store, and hotel, there are always one or two officers and the like.As usual, there is no lack of a younger female head of the family in this kind of place, who can accompany the elders to talk and peel melon seeds.Since the staff of the Ministry have nothing to do all day long, when they come to this kind of place, they can laugh at will, eat red dates, longan and snacks at will, and on the one hand, they can also benefit the shopkeeper, because with this kind of place for men, unruly soldiers dare not Come here to provoke troubles, the army is to protect the country and the people, so wouldn't it be the best of both worlds. Adjutant, military law, staff officer, diplomat, military supply, chief of staff, battalion deputy, battalion commander, detachment leader, brigade leader... If anyone wants to know the organization of a bandit suppression headquarters stationed here, there is no need to find the staff list. From the south of the street to the north of the street, you can find out clearly by asking from shop to shop.They have nothing to do every day, a few of them spend a long time in a kind of passionate gambling, and most of them are not lacking in a leisurely taste, sitting in this shop cabinet to live.They don't pay much but they don't need much money.As long as they are happy, they will go to the countryside in groups of three or five, using the pretext of inspecting the terrain or investigating the population. They interacted with local young gentlemen, socialized a little at the celebration, and they had many opportunities to sit.They can all sing one or two pieces of Beijing opera, or "Selling Horses", or "Empty City Plan", "Slick Oil Mountain". Among them, there are many people with loud voices. He has the air of Yu Shuyan pretending to be Liu Bei.When they were drunk and usually noisy, they deliberately provoked and quarreled for a while, or used a little force with a colleague, and they drank at the same table the next day, and the previous suspicions were resolved. In short, they are happy and healthy, and they are not easy to be overwhelmed by sorrow, nor are they easy to harm urban people with miscellaneous diseases. He found a military judge in a distillery, a diplomat and an auditor in a dried fish shop, and three clerks in an iron shop.Those who don't understand their situation may think they are the middle cousins ​​of this family, so they sit in the shop drinking tea and chatting, regardless of inside or outside. He couldn't help laughing. He arrived at the door of the sugar shop he wanted to go to, and wanted to go in, when he heard someone shouting and persuading inside. It turned out that there were many people sitting in the main room playing games and eating wine. He pretended to be careless and approached the shop slowly, and seeing three bosses inside, he simply walked past the shop. All the atmosphere is so harmonious that there is no inappropriateness or conflict.There are officers sitting in the shop, but the ducks who have just come back from the pond are walking on the street, all squawking with their mouths flattened, dragging their feet in the middle of the road, and the rain is flying when they flap their wings. Wherever you go, countless triangular footprints are left on the stone slabs.In addition to the opportunity to smell the smell of opium everywhere in the street, there is also a tofu shop. The stinky water that soaks the beans flows into the street and emits a peculiar smell, with white foam and small noises. I don't know where they came from, and those who came here to deliver the prisoners rested in the restaurant.Three or five friends in full armor squatted by the stove to dry straw sandals.The prisoner showed a look of helplessness, his hands were tied behind his back with a rope, and one end of the rope was tied to the fire bench or the porch pillar.The owner of the restaurant, with a long pipe dangling from his mouth, looks down on the prisoner or chats with the deputy. Pray for God to bless the people who take bribes from God, and the wizard who serves in front of God, with a big red silk scarf on his head, holds a big rooster in both hands, and bites off the chicken's head in a very brutal bite. As soon as the owner saw the red blood, he hurriedly dipped paper money in the blood, plucked chicken breast hair and stuck it on the gate, so the dirty children watching around pushed each other, ready to grab the firecrackers. The seller of glutinous rice balls on the street was surrounded by some soldiers. He was so busy with business that he didn't know the number of glutinous rice balls. The big bucket was filled with white round things, and he was busy scooping them with a colander. ………… Everything is fast and gone with him.All these things seemed to have been neglected in the past, but today they were aroused by a new interest, and he bid farewell to these things in a state of depression. He stopped buying sugar and went to the stream, and sure enough, as the clerk said, the peach blossom water in the stream was newly swelled, and the fish were fattened.Many elderly veterans squatted on both sides of the bank to fish, and many people stood on the bridge to watch.The life of veterans seems to be more leisurely than others, and they don’t seem to care if they get fish or not. They squat on the shore like a cat, paying attention to the tip of the fishing rod and the white float on the water.The weather was too warm, and they each put their big padded jackets aside, and as soon as they took off their tattered military uniforms, the free-spirited and irrelevant spirit of these veterans and pure peasants appeared again.They eat meat during Chinese New Year, fish when the water rises, and sleep at night. They don't feel that they live in two worlds with others. He saw these veterans one by one, and there was almost one such person between every two willows along the stream.It was very quiet, except for the running water, there was no other sound.Occasionally exhaling a puff of smoke from a person's mouth can be regarded as a distraction from the fish. When the fish was hooked, it was stabbed, and the people watching clapped their hands and exclaimed. The fish with its mouth hooked seemed to be something that could speak. After a while, he was thrown into the basket, where he complained about himself. The sun was bright and warm, and he felt uneasy. He looked for a while at these people who bet on their fate and gambled with fish on the little iron hook earthworm, and then looked at the sun in the sky, and wanted to leave. Where are you going? He remembered the sluice from the water, and when he heard the sound of the waterwheel, he went along the stream to see the watermill that turned all day long. He used to love this place.There are trees, houses, old old trees and old mills piled up with stones. They are covered with autumn tiger vines. It is very cool in summer, and you can see icicles formed by running water in winter.It's March now, and azaleas are blooming all over the mountain, and a peach plant on the edge of the mill is also very lively adorned with pale red flowers.He went inside the mill, ready to see the water mill.This thing is turning and cutting, like a soldier running and running, only the sound of footsteps can be heard.Chaff and ash were flying everywhere in the small house, and there were baskets everywhere.The first thing he saw was the very familiar hostess who seemed to be a little older than the house, this person was covered in chaff and ashes at any time, just like glutinous rice balls rolled in soybean flour, She was chasing the turning stone mill and beating the rice bran on the mill with a big broom, and she also saw him. She didn't hold back, but said loudly, "Master Cheng, do you want a chicken? My chicken has hatched!" So she put down the broom, walked out of the mill, and led him to the back yard to see the chicken coop. He smiled and followed the woman up the hill. He saw the chicks. The woman's shriveled hands grabbed two chicks out of the kerosene tank, and they just squeaked. , pale feet, and small eyes that look like blisters.The little thing stood in his palm, neither afraid nor mischievous. "Take four of them back, and it will be fine in five days. I have prepared a small cage for you." "..." "It can eat rice heads, you can try it." "..." "The ones you want are white? There are a total of twenty-six here. I promised to send four to Mr. Yang, but he asked me to buy them. I'll choose the big one for you." He couldn't find anything to say, he didn't say yes or no.He is here, everything is his, the sun, the stage, the clerk, sugar, dog meat, fishing, and even chickens, you can have anything you want.But tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, what is the use of these?He can't take away good things and good habits, at most he can only take away some people's goodwill, and he will bear the pain of worrying about walking seven days and eight days, even if he takes too much goodwill, it will hinder him from walking strength. He could only smile at the old woman. An indescribable love, a purely maternal carelessness, made him speechless.After three or five days, when he found out that she had escaped, how lonely she would feel, he dared not imagine for her.He just quietly looked at the woman's white hair, face and body. Poor thing, her heart is withered, like an old tree with a hollow heart, and in the spring, it still manages to bloom a flower and grow a few leaves on the branch.She loves this young man, and like a mother and grandmother, she is willing to put a little tenderness, a little compassion, and a little bit in the young man's heart... When he saw this woman, he felt unreasonable sorrow. He repeats with the old woman back to the mill.He asked her if she could let him pick a peach blossom. "If you are happy, just fold it, and you will be thankful in a few days." "This year, the flowers bloom very well, and I am reluctant to fold them when I see them." "Thank you if you don't break it. The deputy master of this flower tree has broken a lot. Look, the bigger branch. What kind of flower does my old woman want? If you want to break it, I will break it as much as they like!" "Then I'll break a small branch." He climbed the tree, and when the flowers were broken, he held them in his hand and thanked him. "When are you coming to get the chicken?" "In a while." The old lady just said, "Today is the sixth day, the seventh day, the eighth day...it will be the eleventh day. If you are too late, I'm afraid they will get it if they want it." "You tell them that I want it, and they won't take it by force." "Okay, let's do that, you can come to them to eat rice tomorrow, they can recognize someone they know, seriously!" When he left, the woman was still giving instructions, but for some reason, he suddenly ran away, and the woman shouted from behind to be careful. It's night. Just like the magnificence of the severe winter and white snow that belongs to the north, it is the twilight of the spring in the towns and villages of the southern country. The sun that gave birth to all things set behind the mountains. As soon as the sun went down, the weather turned cold, and the sound of horns was everywhere.Standing on the hill and looking at it, you can see that from the cave, from the chimney of the family, and from the wild fire in the mountain, the seeds have been nourished, and the white thing like evaporated milk is flowing, slopping, floating on the ground, and surrounding it. The village near the mountain is entangled among the trees.This is fog.The free and naughty demeanor surpasses the agility and beauty beyond the imagination of the poet. In contrast to the milky mist of the earth, the silvery red light blue color of the sky is slowly changing.Some places turned deep purple, so that the distant mountains disappeared in deep purple. The sound of the trumpet seems to be from multiple places, and it seems to be only one place, the melancholy and melancholy continues. All he could think of was that many people had already formed a circle around the dog meat pot at this time, bravely eating their chopsticks.He thought of many familiar faces, faces that were almost indistinguishable from dog meat, soju, and big bowls of white rice.He knew that the fireman had no chance to fight at this time, and he was lighting a fire by the pot.He knew that the clerk must be telling his deputy the story of the sword fairy picking flowers at this time.He knew that some of the veteran fishermen were already scraping the scales off the big fish he caught with their pocket knives.He knew that the water miller had stopped singing, and the old woman was washing rice and cooking. He looked at the town, the chimneys and chimneys on the high walls of the town's main streets rose randomly everywhere, the sound of the horn seemed to climb over these things, and it seemed that the source of the sound came from these mouths.He looked into the distance again, where firewood was being burned to worship the gods, and he could faintly hear the sound of gongs and drums. He has the loneliness of a bird on a barren mountain and a beast on an isolated island, and his heart is cold, but he doesn't want to leave this place. It seemed that he could not stand on his own feet, that his cowardice could not be removed by something unreliable like "will," and that he needed help or a kind of encouragement to live, he felt. He used his right hand to touch the hard rock on which he was sitting. The rock was slightly warm and contained the residual heat of the day. He smiled and put his left hand on the rock as well. Today is over. (One of the soldier's stories)