The Cyanided Heart

Amy opened her eyes, and the top of the tent took over her view.There was the chirping of birds, and Kate seemed to wake up and rubbed her eyes.

"Hey, you two, good morning." Buford asked, pushing back the curtain. "How did you sleep?"

"Ah...it's okay..." Kate yawned.

"That... Buford, thank you." Amy said with a smile, "Ah. How should I put it, at that time... You looked very distressed, but you still gave us a place to rest. Although we are only the first A meeting...but..."

"Ahaha..." Buford blushed a little, "Although this is our first meeting, it is also our duty to help you."

The three fell into silence.Kate folded her arms and stared at Buford thoughtfully.

"Kate, is there something on my face?" Buford was a little puzzled, "Haha... let's go, Reed is making breakfast, if you arrive late, it will be snatched up."

Amy and Kate followed Buford to the right of the tent.

"Kate, what's wrong just now?" Amy pointed to Buford and asked in a low voice.

"Well... we'll talk about it later." Kate replied.

...

"Hey, kids, good morning!" Reed smiled, and put a few plates in front of the three of them.There are fried eggs and two slices of warm bread on the plate. Although it is not luxurious, it is a rare delicacy in a special period like war.

"Talk while eating. If you have any questions, just ask." Reed looked at Amy who took a bite of the fried egg and smiled.

"Thank you for your hospitality." Kate didn't move her fork, "I have a question that I want to know..."

"Oh, tell me." Reed spread his hands, "As long as I can answer."

"... Is this Buford Fit sitting next to me?" Kate suddenly became serious. "If he is my friend and has a good relationship with you, he should often mention me to you."

"Huh?" Reed narrowed his eyes. "Of course, he often mentioned you to me. Is there anything wrong with mentioning that he met you in the library when he was a librarian?"

"What he just told us is: Although we met for the first time..." Kate stood up, "If it is Amy, it is indeed the first time, but for me... If we know each other, why should he How about threatening Amy?"

"I'm very sorry..." Reed closed his eyes, "I have nothing to say about this. You can ask him yourself, if he remembers what happened to you before, wouldn't it be easy to prove that he is Buford?" ?”

Kate hesitated.

"Well! Kate, you can ask me anytime." Buford put down the slice of bread and smiled.

"Then... where did we meet? What time?" Kate asked cautiously.

"It was in the library in the city! I can't remember the exact time...it was probably a sunny afternoon." Buford tried hard to recall.

"What did we talk about then?" Kate asked.

"We were probably talking about Shokhorov's "The Quiet River on the Don". You said that you liked that book very much, and you also told me that you really liked the phrase 'people live for their own hopes'."

He was absolutely right.Kate began to doubt her memory, but she always felt that there was something wrong with Buford in front of her.

"What did you do after get off work that day?" Kate asked tentatively.

"Of course I'm going home." Buford smiled, and his face seemed a little bit bad. "I said goodbye to the library staff as usual, and then I rode my bicycle to go home. When I passed the central square, several A black car blocked my way..."

"Well... and then what?"

"I'm not...I'm not..." Buford's eyes widened, and he hugged his head, "I'm not...They found the wrong person...Stop it!! Don't hit me..."

Kate took two steps back in horror.Reed stands up and supports the delirious Buford.Buford's face was covered with cold sweat, and his lips were trembling.

"Oh... I'm sorry for scaring you. I'll take him to rest for a while." Reed sighed, "It seems that I can't hide it, so I'll tell you the truth."

...

Buford didn't mention his hometown.Neighbors just knew him as a warm and well-mannered kid.Buford worked in a library not far away during the day and slept in the shop of an enthusiastic female florist at night.

That afternoon, after saying goodbye to Kate, Buford rode his bicycle back to the flower shop.When passing through the square, several black cars stopped him...

Buford adjusted the brim of his hat and stopped the car.Several men who looked like officers got out of the car, and one of them said——

"You are the planner of the student parade not long ago."

"Yu/xing...what's going on?" Buford was a little uneasy and confused.Of course he knew about the previous parade, but he had nothing to do with this parade.

The man gave some instructions to the people around him.The man beside him nodded, and walked towards Buford maliciously, holding a wooden stick.

"You...what are you going to do..." Buford took two steps back, but the man pressed on.

Buford turned and ran.One of the men caught up to him, swinging the club at his head.

"Wait." Buford, who was almost in a coma, heard a man say in a panic, "This guy is not the one we are looking for!"

Reed sighed.

"Buford seems to have lost his memories of that time." Reed rubbed his temples. "Later, I explained the situation to the florist and took him on a trip with me to see if he could remember anything."

"I took him to stay in the hotel I booked for a few days. But staying in a hotel is not a long-term solution..."

"I often ask him if he thinks of anything, and he always has an expression ready to come out." Reed stroked his beard. "Later, I gave him a small notebook and told him to write it down if he remembered something."

"One day, he excitedly showed me the book, which said... Kate Refut." Reid smiled, "He said, always felt that this name is very important, so... today is really a day worth celebrating Days. Because he finally found his friend..."

"Kay... Kate? Are you okay?" Amy patted Kate on the shoulder.

"I...I'm really bad..." Kate clenched her fists and looked at the ground in a daze. "I made him like this...but I still doubt him...I..."

"It's not your fault." Reed patted Kate and looked into the distance of the sky.

"Parades and repression...the chariot will not move without the fuel of conflict and rage. Blame the never-ending war."