I, A Soldier in the Field, A Ghost in the Smoke!

"Ah...!" Cai seemed to be frightened, covering her slightly opened mouth with her two small hands.

Chen Yan looked at these beddings on the ground with an inexplicable smile on his face.

"It's really good here... by the way."

Chen Yan suddenly turned his head to look at Cai, and asked, "I heard Mr. Nakamura call you Mi Lei just now. Is your name Mi Lei?"

When speaking before, Chen Yan did hear the old man Nakamura shouting'Mi Lei'. Could it be that this child has two names?

When Cai heard Chen Yan's words, she smiled sweetly and explained, "Cai is just that everyone likes to call me that. Mi Lei is my name!"

Cai...No, it should be Mi Lei who explained:

"Because I like the colorful colors, especially the colorful things I like very much, so everyone will call me Xiaocai, over time, except for grandpa, everyone does not remember my real name, although sometimes I I will forget my name a bit, but this name... is the last treasure that my parents gave me, and I will always remember it."

For some reason, Chen Yan always felt the smile on Mi Lei's face a little sad.

"So it's like this..." Chen Yan didn't know what to say, but when the children began to return to this room and were about to rest, Chen Yan said, "Then I can call you by your name? Call you Mi Lei. "

"Eh...? As long as you don't dislike it,...you can..."

Chapter 9 New Note

Suddenly a bunch of people fell asleep next to him. Chen Yan didn't get used to it for a while, but he also knew that these children wouldn't do anything to him, nor did he have any malice towards him, but he was insomnia.

This quiet night lost its light the moment the oil lamp went out.

With his arm resting on his back, Chen Yan fell asleep lightly with his eyes closed, but as long as there was movement around him, he would wake up instantly.

The children turned over, sniffled, and muttered a dream in a low voice. Chen Yan heard them clearly.

This is his sleep.

Sensitive, tired and distorted.

He has lived like this for more than 10 years. Just a short rest is enough.

Early in the morning, Chen Yan woke up from his sleep, and the room in the sewer was as dark as ever without light.

Ordinary people may feel that they can't see their fingers when they are in it, they will be confused about the direction, and eventually they will feel a sense of fear in the dark environment.

This is even worse for young children, but these children... have lived in this place for so many years...

Sleeping next to him is Mi Lei. The floor space between the two is only 20 centimeters apart, and they are about to stick together.

No, the floor shops here seem to be placed like this. After all, the space is limited, otherwise it would be impossible to sleep so many people.

Probably noticing Chen Yan's movement, Mi Lei yawned, rubbing her eyes with her hands and sitting up from the floor, and said in a daze:

"Brother Chen Yan...good morning..."

Chen Yan nodded.

"Good morning Mi Lei."

But when Chen Yan was about to get up, he suddenly felt as if he was holding something in his hand.

Some slippery hands...

Is this... paper?

When did he hold a piece of paper in his hand?Chen Yan firmly believes that he is very well-behaved when he sleeps. Under normal circumstances, what it looks like when he falls asleep, and what he will be like when he wakes up, and judging from his sleeping habits, it is impossible for anyone to be able to unknowingly. A piece of paper in my hand!

and many more…

Chen Yan thought of the jam on his wooden table, the paper on the ground after he crossed... Could it be said that there are new papers?

Regardless, Chen Yan silently put the tightly held paper into his pocket and walked out of the resting room.

Mi Lei was still rubbing her eyes in a daze, and finally tilted her head blankly.

"Eh?"

Outside the room, Father Nakamura had already gotten up, and the expression on his face was a little surprised when he saw Chen Yan coming out so early.

"When I get older, I have less sleep time. Isn't it okay for young people to sleep for this amount of time?"

"Enough."

"haha, really?"

Then with the light from the fire outside the house, Chen Yan chatted with Mr. Nakamura without a word. On the other side, he took out the note he had installed and opened it up.

'The way home is a maze, there are endless loops, and there are dead ends that cannot be walked. Some people will get lost in the maze, but he did not give up. Some people will die in front of the towering walls with despair.So please keep going.'

"It's nothing more nutritious, just useless words."

Chen Yan had lost interest in this note, waved and threw the note into the fire in front of him.

When exposed to the high temperature of the flame, the paper twisted its body twice as if it had life, and finally it was carbonized into a pile of black ash, mixed with the ashes falling from the black carbon.

I have to deny that Chen Yan is losing his patience, and these mysterious notes that could have given him some hints are now just saying something insignificant.

Speaking of the way home, he never really saw this road from the beginning to the end. Now he began to wonder if he could really go home. Is anyone kidding him about this series of things?

He didn't know, he didn't know.

He has given up too many things, just for the obsession of going home, other than that, he has no luxury.

He still remembered an ancient poem that he learned in a Chinese class when he was a child: Being a stranger in a foreign land alone, and thinking about family every holiday season.

I am afraid that the place where Chen Yan lives can no longer be called a foreign country. After all, he can communicate with his family in a foreign country and learn about what happened at home. However, he is alone in another world, and even the slowest communication cannot do it. .

As for the festive season?He said long ago that the war is far from over.

How can there be time to go to the so-called festival?

It's really... nothing...

There was a sparkle in his brown eyes, and the brightness and warmth brought by the firelight seemed to only stay on the surface forever, and his heart was still as cold as iron.

Withdrawing his gaze from the fire, Chen Yan said:

"Mr. Nakamura, I will go shopping nearby. When do the children usually go to class?"

Nakamura smiled kindly, stood up from his position with his hands behind his back, and said, "It doesn't matter. The children are all free time in the morning. I will teach them literacy and arithmetic only at noon. I am about to go out. ."

Hearing what Mr. Nakamura said, Chen Yan was stunned, and then asked: "What are you going out for?"