Apocalypse Cockroach

“Yam, why are you so stubborn? Didn't they let us live in a small building? Do you have to lay the floor in front of the gate? You really were born in Bliss. Haven't you seen so many little girls in there? And you're a lot older. Maybe a little girl will like you. Hey, hey, hey, hey, cheap you, kid..."

Uncle Yun Cao lay in the nest of machine guns at the gate looking up at the stars, his mouth whispered and complained about the potatoes. He had already given them the best treatment, supplied the best materials, the potatoes had to be pulled to guard the door, said that Zhang Xiaoqiang only let him guard the door, didn't let him do anything else.

Uncle Yun knew what Zhang Xiaoqiang meant. As long as they lived in the women's barracks, they reached the goal of guarding the door. Why not make themselves more comfortable? In particular, there were no men in the women's barracks. As a middle-aged uncle, he was very successful in harvesting the glamour of several young women, which made his bones crisp. He thought that the old tree could meet in the spring. As a result, the stunned boy gave birth to break his sexual life. Uncle Yun naturally had to complain.

The potato merely did not speak. He was deeply averse to the women's barracks, not because the women soldiers beat him, but because he could still eat this beating. It was because Munpei treated Huang Quan so much. Huang Quan would have broken one arm. Munpei did it for no reason, didn't he bully people? You should know that Yam has the greatest respect for two people in his life, one is Zhang Xiaoqiang, single against giant fish, fearless.

One is Yellow Springs, 50 people by the lake, bathed in blood, is a true blood warrior, Yellow Springs did not disappoint him, even at the last moment, can make the absolutely powerful curtain peppered, can be said that Yellow Springs taught him what true courage is.

“Ca... wipe...” the taro pulled the bolt of the light machine gun, gently touched the pattern of engineering plastic on the handle of the machine gun, raised his head to see the full moon in the sky, the silver moonlight poured down, lightening the night, illuminating a cold silver world beside him.

“Yam, aren't you too young? Are you over sixteen? ”

Uncle Yun nagged for half a day. He ignored the silly boy around him. He didn't bother. He brought the subject to the head of the potato. To say, he and the head of the potato were not from a village. I don't know how, he and the head of the potato became partners. Both of them, regardless of what they did, joined the formal team. He broke the oath together. He had never married a daughter-in-law. He had no offspring. He also looked at the head of the potato as a son in his heart. He felt that the head of the potato resembled him, when he was young.

“I'm 1 month and 3 days away and I'm 16 years old. I've been home all these years to lay egg noodles. This year nobody lays..."

Uncle Yun hooked up the sorrowful bowel of the potato head, said half of it, the potato head couldn't go on, through the moonlight staring at the light machine gun in front of him, a drop of crystal clear water fell on the black gun handle, splashed a little water flower.

Uncle Yun did not know that the potatoes were weeping, he twisted his body, making himself more comfortable to lie on, comforting the potatoes:

“Yam, don't think so much, if you want to cry, the more you want to cry, the harder it is for us to live, the harder it really is, the better to live, I know you look down on me...”

“Uncle Yun, it's not..." The taro wiped a tear and interrupted Uncle Yun, but was stopped by Uncle Yun's empty hand.

“Yam, you still don't understand. Heroes are not so good. When I was younger, I was younger than you. If something was wrong with my words, I would do it manually. Even if I won, what if I won? He was angry and had to pay for medicine at home. He was poor and couldn't afford it. My father knelt down and refused to let me go to jail.

I remember that year, my father was in his fifties, he had no skills at home, he had to eat in the dirt, I didn't argue, he was a gangster outside every day, he was still the least skilled bastard, I couldn't get anyone out of bed for three months, my parents sold pig cows, chicken ducks, dowry wooden cabinets for my sister, and boxes of caged clothes.

It's sold... it's not enough. My mom washed clothes, cooked food, peed shit and waited for them. A whole family, I beam, I punch, I'm unhappy. I'm going to make trouble with them. My dad kneels down. My dad kneels down. My dad kneels down when I'm a couple of decades old. Please, I swear at that moment, I'm going to be a man, and I'm going to be a good honest man in the face, not for anyone else, just for my dad, my mom, and a sister who doesn't even have a good dress to marry out. ”

Uncle Yun said tears came down, he pressed decades into his heart and was stabbed out. He looked up at the night sky and wanted to pour back tears. He seemed to be remembering young and insane, and remembering the shadow of his father.

“A long time ago, I learned that my father was better than me. His comrades told me that he had served in the army, fought in Vietnam, guarded the cat's ear hole and died in the same class. He was alone for half a month. He had no contact with the rear. He drank dew water from ants for half a month. He repelled dozens of waves of attacks and went mad. My father only knew how to defend the hole, whether it was on his side or on the Vietnamese devil's side, if anyone came near him, he would fight.

In the end, he was captured, captured by his own people. He had been killed insanely. People died in his hands on both sides. The army did not seek his troubles. He was discharged from the army. Nothing had come of it. He was left with only one wound. He died, died of illness, had no money to treat him. Only one of his comrades came to visit him. No one knew that he was a hero. ”

“Ah!!!!!!!” Uncle Yun stood up and shouted at the empty four nights.

“So... Grandpa Yun's comrade?” The taro asked in a low voice.

“He said that he owed my father two lives, wanted to pay my father, my father refused to ask for it, my father said that he owed seven lives to the country, what did he use for repayment? Tarots, heroes aren't so good, heroes can carry you for life. ”

The moon was frosty, frozen and cold. At the gate of the women's barracks, Uncle Yun and the taro no longer spoke. The taro carefully tasted Uncle Yun's words, even admired Uncle Yun's father. A little warm blood echoed in his mind, suddenly remembered what, pulled out a packet of cigarettes from the satchel and threw it at Uncle Yun.

“Uncle Yun, this was given to me by my brothers from the search team. I've always wanted to give it to you. I've always forgotten. Take it and smoke it. It's a good cigarette. I used to sell it for 10 bucks a packet. ”

Uncle Yun picked up the cigarette and looked at it. The hard shell "Red Gold Dragon" with a $10 bag was in his hand. He grinned:

“Your boy is a little conscientious. This Red Golden Dragon is a good cigarette for our happiness. It's better than the three dollar Golden Dragon I used to smoke. ”

Say it, Uncle Yun unpacked, lit a cigarette, the fire in his hand was not extinguished, a gunshot sounded, the same fluorescent bullet whistled through his ear.

“Throw up... enemy attack... get down..."