On January 7, 2008, I took the 10:00 night train to Xuzhou. The seats on the train were already full, so I walked along the car until I reached the rear of the train. There is a huge compartment at the rear of the car, the lights are not turned on, and there is not even a ghost in it. I sat down for a long time, and finally someone came in the compartment.I was secretly happy, thinking that it would be nice to have someone nagging along the way.The man seemed to have guessed my thoughts and sat down opposite me. "Going to Xuzhou?" I asked tentatively. "Yeah." The man replied.

I heard that his accent was not from Xuzhou, so I asked again: "To see relatives?" The man was silent for a moment: "No, I fought there, and went to see the comrades buried there." "Oh, I've fought a war... I admire you... What, where did you say the war was fought?!" I sat up straight. The person on the opposite side is a man in his thirties. When has there been a war in Xuzhou in recent decades? ! "The Battle of Xuzhou (Note 1), Gou Ri's little devils, ambushed on the mountain and fought down." The man on the opposite side said flatly, "We all died in that battle."

I was taken aback and asked him in surprise: "Then, which unit did you belong to before?" "The 31st Army of the National Revolutionary Army has come down to the company of sharp knives," the man said. I licked my dry lips, no matter if the person sitting opposite me was a lunatic or something unclean, I was ready to retreat, but the man's right hand pressed on my shoulder. Although the man's hand was missing two fingers, it was like cast iron. I was shocked and angry, but I couldn't pull his hand away. I was about to call him a lunatic when the man suddenly murmured, "Have you ever been to Liangshan Pass?"

Once he opened his mouth, he didn't stop talking. Later, I wished he was a madman.