The person doesn't want to talk to you and throws you a mine

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But his wife hugged him to the bed with a dull expression, as if she was used to it.

"I know there will be such a day, at worst, I will take care of you in the future." She said calmly.

When he first came here, Ye Que himself was also very confused, the strange country, the strange language, facing death all the time.

Probably dead and there is no way to transport the complete body back.

More like the predecessors he saw, buried in a foreign land, without a monument or grave, a lonely soul thousands of miles away.

Ye Que met a very nice girl named Xun Xun.

Xun Xun said that she would be his daughter-in-law.

Ye Que refused.

Maybe it's because I don't want to delay others, or maybe there's someone in my heart.

He didn't know who it was either.

A blurred figure against the light.

Accidentally stepping on landmines during daily demining is a normal thing for the Golden Triangle Demining Force.

The trigger event rewards two useless legs or a big gift bag that goes straight up to the sky and side by side with the sun.

Luckily, Ye Que got the latter.

Then he went to heaven.

It is said that before death, the silhouette of the most important person in this life will appear in the mind.

Father, elder brother, mother, Xiao Hua next door who has been secretly in love with each other, class monitor he likes in junior high school, He Jin, Liang Zhui, Jiang Liu...

Then all the silhouettes turned into light, and someone came towards him from the light.

Call him softly, "Little Ye Zi."

Do you think someone will tell Yucan.

Did you know that Ye Que died.

How did you die?

Play minesweeper and kill yourself.

Ye Que thought that he was probably a warrior who used his life to clear mines.

sprinkle...flowers...

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Postscript: Flowers on the muzzle

I remember one time after training I asked Xiao Yezi what her wish was.

He told me he wished there were flowers growing on the muzzles of all the world's guns.

When he said this, his eyes were shining, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, as if full of longing and hope.

Like a naive child who hasn't grown up.

He said he was going to the peacekeeping force to follow in the footsteps of his father and brother.

In fact, he is a hopeless fool.

In fact, there is still a small expectation in my heart, the expectation for peace and redemption.

Who can he save?

After the training camp, I went to the Weichen Special Forces.

The unit that most often fights against overseas drug lords.

In fact, I have no interest in being a soldier at all, and I feel uncomfortable doing anything if I am too restrained.

The purpose of joining the special forces is probably to let the dead father rest in peace. Don't go to the dream every year on the Ghost Festival and nag.

Very annoying.

I was annoyed by him since I was a child, and now my ghost still lingers after death.

When I was closest to my father-killing enemy, because of the so-called overall situation of command, I could only watch that man disappear in front of me arrogantly.

Sure enough, any army is against me.

I just dropped the pick and quit.

They would probably say that people with the surname Yu are naturally rebellious.

I have to shed tears of sympathy for all the special forces surnamed Yu.

Then I went abroad as a mercenary.

In fact, I don't deal with those gringos, it's just for freedom.

I found a chance to kill the drug lord who framed my old man for mutiny and killed him with a machete. I suddenly felt very at a loss.

Walking alone, alone, wandering in a foreign country, I always feel that I can write a small fresh novel to express my thoughts on life.

I don't know when my hob meat has become Wenqing.

Sure enough, it's been too long since I fell in love.

Then I flew back home.

Speaking of it, I really miss Xiao Yezi, I don't know if he is dark and thin now or white and fat.

"He died." Xu Huan said, "Three years ago."

Xu Huan still likes to jump out word by word when speaking.

hahahahahahahahahahaha.

so funny.

Xu Huan's cold jokes with facial paralysis are absolutely perfect.

The funniest joke of the year is right in front of me.

There is a monument at the border between China and Myanmar.

There are many names engraved on the stele, and I saw one named Ye Que among them.

It actually has the same name as Xiao Yezi, isn't this cursing my wife?

At first I said you tell jokes again.

Then I said I don't believe it.

Finally I accepted.

Little Leaf died.

When I avenged a dead man, I lost the living little leaf.

Ye Que was killed by a landmine.

The body was directly blown to pieces, and there was no room to restrain the corpse.

I hugged the monument and wept bitterly.

I probably never felt so sad the day my old man was robbed and beaten to death.

Because my old man is dead, I can help him kill that drug lord.

My little leaf is dead, who do I seek revenge for?

The landmine buried on the ground?Or living people in the entire Golden Triangle area?

I stood at the door of Xiao Yezi's house, hesitating for a long time.

How should I introduce myself?

Ye Que's lover?Ye Que's comrade in arms?

Ye Que's former comrade-in-arms.

I say.

The white-haired old woman beckoned me in, and I saw a picture of Xiao Yezi smiling brightly in the living room.

Black and white photo.

Little Leaf, long time no see.

Little Leaf, I'm sorry.

I settled in that city.

Went to a third-rate junior high school as a physical education teacher.

It took almost a day to wander around on the playground, which made me feel like I was going to retire in advance.

A few years later, when I went to see Xiao Yezi's old mother, I ran into He Jin and Jiang Liu.

In fact, I didn't contact them after the training camp was over. Zuo Ci said that I am very lonely, and I can't get along with anyone except Ye Que.

In fact, Ye Que and I can't get along either, we have different beliefs and different circumstances, and it's only because of me stalking him that we have some overlap.

He Jin and Jiang Liu are getting married, so they ask Ye Ziniang and her younger sister to attend their wedding.

Probably because I have been a little idle in self-cultivation and self-cultivation in the past few years, I followed suit.

To be honest, Jiang Liu's tomboy wearing a wedding dress is nondescript, so it's better to let He Jin wear it.

This is not a very well-matched wedding.

But they are happy.

They have achieved happiness.

Xiao Yezi would probably be very happy to know.

I sat alone at the banquet table on the farthest edge and drank a lot of wine. I didn’t recognize anyone at the table, and I couldn’t understand the topics they were talking about. I kept drinking myself.

Keep drinking until everyone is gone and the wine is gone.

A figure blocked the dim light.

"Little Leaf..." I called.

He bent down, with a silent and cold face.

"Liang Zhui...do you know? Xiao Yezi is dead. Hahahaha. You must know, I was the last to know." I smiled like crazy, "It's been seven years, and he didn't even come to my dream Here, is he blaming me?"

"What can you blame me for? We are nothing, hahahaha..."

Liang Zhui opened his mouth to say something, but I couldn't hear anything, I could only hear the roaring explosion, probably like what Xiao Yezi heard when she was blown away by a mine.

I couldn't even hear my own heartbeat.

I live in the city where Xiao Yezi used to live.

Repeating the ordinary daily life.

I watched myself age a little bit, my limbs were no longer flexible, and I started to forget things.

Forget the memory of getting along with Xiao Yezi, forget his appearance.

I sent his mother away, and watched his sister grow up, marry and have children.

Then I don't know what to do.

When I was a child, my old man only told me to become the strongest special soldier, and then taught me to fight and fight, taught me to use guns | weapons, taught me to kill people, and took me to the most chaotic land to experience the darkness of the battlefield.

After he died, I wanted to avenge him.

I only know these things, dark, bloody and violent weapons, and I'm just a rotten person.

I was lying on the rattan chair, and the kid next door was circling around me until I was dizzy.

I fell asleep under the shade of a tree, and I dreamed that I went back a long time ago, and the handsome young man smiled and drool on my face.

Ah, it's really not literary at all, it should be something like sleeping on a pillow and reciting poems, no matter how bad it is, it will be more fragrant and colorful.

None of that happened.

Xiao Yezi and I ended before it even started.

Little Leaf said that he hoped that flowers would grow on the muzzles of all guns.

I can't do it for him.

I can only let the muzzle of this gun of mine blossom.

Little Leaf, did you see that?

is it beautiful?

The author has something to say: In fact, this is just a two-character brain hole. At first, it was planned to be written in Ukiyo-e, but later, the image of Yucan was a little fuller, and the writing was longer.

I read the news about the people who stepped on landmines and died in the Golden Triangle, so I thought about writing this story. I was playing minesweeping at the time, and I felt that this would be the end.

After watching Qilin, Xia Minglang told Lu Zhen that he hoped that there would be no soldiers in this world, peace doves would fly on the battlefield, and all the muzzles of guns would be filled with flowers.

I was really touched by this sentence, and then it was like writing about the character Yucan.In fact, this person was called Yu Shu at first, but he changed his name in order to match Ye Que with Tian Can Di Que.

I didn't try to portray the multifaceted complexity of the characters, it's just a brain hole anyway, Ye Que is a saint, and Yu Can is a kid who is open but doesn't know what he wants.

Ye Que wants world peace, but Yu Can can't do it, he can only let himself stop hurting.

If it wasn't for Ye Que, he would definitely not be able to survive in the Chinese military region and could only go abroad, um, it must be more of that kind, after all, he is awesome, he has a special soldier father who has been training to death since he was a child.

There are many bugs, I know, but this article is empty, please ignore it.My family’s ancestors have not had anything to do with being a soldier for several generations. I have read few similar articles and movies. It’s just a brain hole to write.