I felt like I shot my lover in the head

05

When Yuan Jia woke up, he found that Foli had left at some point.

He put the tip of his nose to the pillow where the Buddha had slept, and there was still a trace of the smell of the Buddha's hair on it.

He was lethargic and couldn't get up.

Yesterday, he successfully passed on the information, among which he escaped the Japanese and the government's patrol several times.When he got home, he was in a very relaxed mood, and he was even happier when he saw Fuli sitting at home obediently chopping vegetables.

For a moment, he even hoped that this scene could last forever.

Buddha Fox walked in front of him carrying the cooked beef, stuffed slices of thin, almost transparent meat into his mouth, then laughed and dodged Yuan Jia's palm that slapped his butt.

Yuan Jia couldn't help laughing and rolled his eyes.

……

He smiled with a hint of annoyance, thinking, what a spoiled one.

06

The Buddha Fox has not come back for a few days.

This is normal, he often doesn't come home at night, and Yuan Jia himself often doesn't go home to sleep, but Yuan Jia still can't help feeling worried.

He worries all the time.

Yuan Jia himself was born and died, and being in a dangerous situation is like entering a no-man's land.However, how much courage he possesses, there is none left in Foli.He only hopes that the Buddha Fox will be safe and sound every day, and it is best to live in a transparent incubator without any wind and rain. The biggest worry every day is not knowing whether to eat Western food or Chinese food for the next meal, and which one to change at night A set of pajamas.

It started to rain lightly in the middle of the night tonight.

He felt inexplicably uneasy.

Because of this inexplicable worry, he almost missed the mission and was stabbed by the enemy's short knife. Fortunately, he was rescued by his superior, otherwise he would have to confess in that dark alley.

The superior criticized him bitterly, saying that he did not know why recently and his work attitude was very problematic.In this line of work, a little trance is a matter of life and death, "Besides, what hangs on us is not only our own life! How many brothers in the frontal battlefield, the lives are hanging on your shoulders!"

Yuan Jia nodded with concern, but it was still like a heavy rock was tied to her heart, and she couldn't even breathe for a while.

After the superior criticized him, he was sent to the hospital to bandage his wound, and he was asked not to leave the hospital tonight and to recuperate well.They also asked a few nurses to look at him and told them that it was because he didn't listen to his parents. He was a little brother who was still fighting and fighting every day, and asked them to keep him in prison.

That night, Yuan Jia woke up in severe pain.

It was more like a brief, trance-like dream.The pain just now brought him endless fear. In the dark night, there was no one in the ward, only the dim gas lamps in the corridor provided faint light, which penetrated through the narrow crack of the door.

But he felt terrified.

He just felt a severe pain in his left eye, and now he still can't see clearly, but there is no tear for some reason.

The little nurse in the corridor heard his yelling, opened the door and asked him what happened.But the moment the door was pushed open, all the pain receded like a tide, turning into a deep tiredness.

Yuan Jia seemed to be hit by this wave of exhaustion, and he couldn't tell if it was because of sleepiness, he almost passed out.

07

Yuan Jia woke up amidst the whispers of the little girls.

He was almost overwhelmed with exhaustion.After a good night's sleep, I feel more tired than not sleeping for three days.

"What a tragedy!" said the nurses. "Inhuman shape!"

Yuan Jia asked, "What are you talking about?"

The girls chirped and replied: "A military command agent!" "Caught by the Japanese!" "Public execution!"

Yuan Jia was like a thunderclap.

His heart fell into the boundless abyss.

He thought: "It may not be him? Maybe not."

He thought again: "It's over, this day has come."

He asked bitterly, "Where is he?"

……

Yuan Jia followed the flow of people and walked forward blindly.

The sun was so hot that it dazzled people's eyes to the point of tears.Look around, there are spots of light and people's pale, indifferent faces everywhere.The crowd seemed to feel his desperation too, and they made way for such a pale, decayed man.

Yuan Jia saw the person hanging on the rack.

At that moment, he thought happily, that must not be my Buddha Fox.

Although my Buddha raccoon is thin and small, he is very energetic, like a brave little leopard, so energetic and so dangerous.His eyes are so bright, his lips are so bright.

Who is this person?he thought bewildered.How pathetic.

The man on the rack moved, and he turned his face towards Yuan Jia, revealing his empty eye sockets and festered face.

Yuan Jia almost knelt down.

The moment his knee touched the ground, he was dragged into the alley by his superiors.

His eyes remained glued to that terrible figure until the crowd flooded in, until the street turned and he could no longer see.

He thought, that's my Buddha raccoon.

Does he hurt?

Yuan Jia asked softly, "Aren't you going to save him? Save him."

Superior: "Why are you crazy? He killed how many of our comrades!"

Yuan Jia nodded blankly.

He was silent for a while, then asked quietly: "Can you kill him?"

Yuan Jia recalled almost sweetly everything that Foli had said. He said that it would be better to be happy than to be tortured by the Japanese.

He thought painfully again, why is it Buddha Fox, and why did he do this by himself?

He almost tore himself apart.

The superior was silent.After a long time, he said: "He killed many of our comrades."

Yuan Jia looked at him almost desperately, with so many pleadings in his eyes.

The superior asked: "What is your relationship?"

There are so many friends, so many laughs and entanglements, so much affection, but there can only be one answer to this question.

"We have nothing to do with each other," Yuan Jia said.

"Then you should go home now," said the superior.

Yuan Jia said, "Okay." He turned and left.

Yuan Jia thought, but I don't have a home anymore.

08

Yuan Jia squatted in this broken bell tower.

The skylight shines through the dome of stained glass, the sunlight is split by the huge clock hands, and the gears bite each other, like the fate line of people rolling and interacting with each other.

He held a gun in his hand.

He moved closer to the scope, watching his target in the eyepiece.

his enemy.

his lover.

His him.

Falcon hurts, he thought, and I can feel it.

He looked at him so reluctantly.

See that tiny figure almost melting in the warm sunlight.

His Buddha raccoon, the raccoon with slender eyes, the raccoon that seems to glow by the fire, the raccoon that he can hug in his arms.

His finger was on the trigger.

Fuli's familiar voice rang in his ears, as if he had appeared beside him, hugging his shoulders, holding his hand.

It was an unfamiliar, even somewhat weird little ballad:

"One, two, three, four, the monk leaves the temple. Five, six, seven, eight, the trumpets bloom."

A crisp sound.

He shattered the head that was so strange.

There is no more of his Buddha Foxes in the world.

Yuan Jia collapsed on the ground, covering his face from the glare of the sun with his hands, his tears flowed out, wet his hair, seeped into his gray hair, and then disappeared.

On the dance pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the rain and the wind.

……