Mr. Lao Bu had a mouthful of phlegm in his throat, which could not go up or down, and his Adam's apple was bulging.

Sorry and joy were mixed. In addition to sadness, he learned that Zuo Lan was willing to keep his promise, and he was overjoyed.

I am an expert, so I want to express my opinion and help the world.

The food tonight was surprisingly good, although it was limited to their small group.

Mr. Bu was drunk and hugged left and right in a speechless manner. Old Lan on the left and right were old Xiang, telling the past, tears couldn't stop flowing down.

He called Zuo Lan, who was younger than him, as his brother, and Xiang Du was a virtuous son-in-law.

"Son-in-law, you are familiar with your platoon leader. You must say more good things to me. Don't go to someone empty-handed and choose whatever you want in the car. I'm also confused. How can I offend the platoon leader of the Taiwan ? Our family is still counting on others..."

Hearing this, his face was pressing against the ground and completely abandoning his past behavior.

Xiang Du nodded silently, and was also anxious. It was definitely not a good thing to be captured by the Atonement Army. The residents of the royal capital are examples.

They don't care about the position of the prisoner, let alone a beautiful woman.

Xiang Du always regrets the most assuming that he joins the army. What he regrets more than being a deserter is that he would rather be captured with Ke Yi, or even fantasize about the plot of the two dying for love.

"Lao Bu, you are restrained and you have a special identity. Xiang Du is not easy to come forward." Zuo Lan tried hard to get away from the middle-aged man's arms. "We can't be anxious. We have to wait for news from the Taiwan platoon leader. It's useless to think too much."

“Yes, it’s useless to think too much.”

Now no matter what Zuo Lan and the others say, Mr. Bu will agree happily.

While drinking again and again, there was a melodious harmonica vocal outside the house. The tunes played by the harmonica were a little unfamiliar, and the people who thought they were not very skilled.

Xiang Dumeng was shocked. This song was often played by Yu Lian. What is the name? Longing for? No, it should be a vision.

Qu is dedicated to others. Only after losing the most precious thing can Xiang Du realize the true meaning of this song, not only the yearning for peace, but also the nostalgia for the beautiful that he once lost.

With lofty faith, remember the past and forge ahead, people can only know how to cherish it if they have lost it.

Ke Yi's every frown and smile flashed through Xiang Du's mind. He saw the brilliant river composed of candlelight. On the bridge, the girl burst into tears.

When Xiang Du started crying, he hugged Xiang Du and cried.

Zuo Lan smacked her lips and poured a sip of wine on her own.

The song was repeated twice, and the people in the room listened quietly, with only the sobs of the two men.

When the song ended, everyone was still unsatisfied and saw a strong man entering the house, holding a harmonica in his hand.

"I'll introduce it."

Xiang Du wiped his tears and stood up: "This is Dazhuang. We were once coworkers, and later we were comrades-in-arms."

This strong man is easily remembered, and Mr. Bu quickly invited him to take his seat.

Dazhuang sat cross-legged, put the harmonica in his pocket, stared at everyone present with expressionless expression, and finally focused his eyes on Zuo Lan.

"Mr. Kale, I'm sorry for disturbing me late at night," he said. "I have had many questions before. Today I want to ask you for advice. I hope you can answer my questions and answer my questions."

Zuo Lan is also drunk. When people get drunk, they like to talk more. They also like to be familiar with each other. Some people like to enlighten others. So Zuo Lan doesn't refuse, and it's too late to be happy.

"Please say it."

"How do you think of our country? Is it necessary for her to be redeemed?"

Everyone present had their eyes wide open. This guy with developed limbs would still think about this question, which was simply commendable.

Zuo Lan shook her head and asked, "I can't understand it very much."

Several people turned their heads to Dazhuang, and he sighed and began to say: "I once hated this country very much. This country has never given me any help, but has made my life difficult step by step.

In the past, I also had a happy family. My father was a craftsman. My mother cut clothes for others while taking care of me. With the hard work of my parents, my family lived a pretty ideal life, so I didn’t have to worry about my future livelihood.

In addition, I can also receive education, learn history or painting.

Once, I went to the suburbs with a few friends to sketch. It was the first time I met another type of person besides the nobles and the free people. Compared to what you know I want to say, Minba.

Those people were so thin that they were skinny and were driven to work, and some women were still not covered in their bodies. Several of my friends found Minba disgusted, especially those women who were not covered in their bodies. I no longer had the interest in sketching, so I put away the drawing paper and went home.

Later, I gave up my studies and traveled all over the country alone, and saw all kinds of Minbas. All Minbas’ lives have only one characteristic, which is terrible. It is not a life that people should have. No, it cannot be called life at all.

I saw countless indifferences to life; I saw countless people bowing to me, a free man, even though he was old and weak; I saw how many Minbas lost their lives because of a joke from supervisors and nobles. Since then, I felt that this country was sick, and the real working people were offering some idle people to waste their years. There were obviously so many people who couldn't eat enough, but they still had to waste food, and the people who grew food were struggling on the verge of starvation."

Zuo Lan was very touched by these words, and Bai was listening quietly.

They were all listening to this free folk telling about their feelings about Minba.

"Later, I returned home, but things didn't go as expected. I had not yet realized my ambitions, but I learned about my father's death. The diligent craftsman passed away, my mother died in depression, and I lost my source of income.

But apart from painting, I really have nothing to do, and my savings in my home were quickly consumed. For this reason, I had to go to prison because I could not continue to pay taxes and suffered inhuman treatment in it, but this treatment was far from the lives of the Minba people.

From then on, I began to become depressed and like to think. Until one day, that person appeared and I didn't want to say his name. You just need to know that there is such a person.

He agreed with my opinion on Minba very much and promised that he could pay the tax arrears for me as long as he followed him. I agreed.

After being released from prison, those who knew me hid far away from me, and they thought I was a dangerous person. Since then, I was always criticized and all kinds of rumors are overwhelming."

Mr. Xiang Tu and Bu were half awake when they were drunk, how did this experience sound like theirs?

"Looking for a job is my first problem. No matter where I go, there is no place to take me in, and I will look at me coldly. Slowly, I fell into a dilemma again until I couldn't help but steal some food from hunger.

Not only were they discovered, but they were beaten up. What those people said still lingered in their ears to this day, and every word stings like a knife.

It was also from that time that I became hated this country. I felt that only after the entire system was abolished and rebuilt, all these problems could be solved. And all the spearheads were pointed at the upper class, the nobles who were free to get and the emperor who was high above."

During the story, Dazhuang also drank alcohol again and again, using this poison that penetrated the intestines as a spiritual medicine to stimulate himself.

After a long period of silence, he hesitated again and again, and many words seemed difficult to speak.

After a while, he said again: "It was not until the war began that I joined the army and I met many people who abandoned the barriers and were like a family. Our platoon leader was like our parents. Although the training was hard, he always protected us well.

There is also Mr. Yu Lian. I have seen another kind of nobles in him. They have a sense of responsibility, justice, humility and gentleness. Just a few weeks ago, I saw a noble with his own eyes blocking the city gate with his body and exchanging his life for precious time.

There are so many such things that I can no longer tell whether they were like this or whether the war changed them.
Chapter completed!