I really don't want to be a teacher

"Let's go."

After saying something in a low voice, Lian Ge moved towards the city not far away.

"Squeak... squeak."

The little white mouse squatting on the shoulders was a little excited. It stood upright, turned its head, and barked twice.

Chapter 246 Itchy

"... Tangerine, Wudang Tangerine..."

"City North Square is here, please come to the station..."

"...Dad, I want to eat cotton candy...Okay, I'll buy it for you."

"Let's go, go home, today mom will cook hoof flowers for you..."

"Old Xu, the girl asked us to go to her house for dinner... Hey, I'm already on my way."

In the urban area of ​​Checheng, on the square, it was evening, and it seemed a bit noisy and lively.

Vendors with stalls, parents with children, young people rushing through the square, children carrying schoolbags and chasing after each other,

All kinds of people gathered in this square, and scattered from here,

Standing in this small square, looking at the pedestrians passing by from time to time, Lian Ge slightly stamped his feet.

……

"Buzz...buzz."

The phone vibrated. After looking at it, Lian Ge took out the earphone from his pocket, plugged it in, put it on, and connected the call.

"...Hey, Lian Ge, you are on the street, why are you so noisy."

When the phone was connected, Gu Xiaoying's voice rang in his ears instantly.

"It's on the square." Lian Ge replied with a smile when he heard the sound.

"The square in downtown Shangluo?"

"Car City."

"Hey, Checheng... Let me see where it is... On the edge of Ezhou, weren't you still in Sanqin Province two days ago?" On the other end of the phone, Gu Xiaoying seemed to check it with her phone, and then moved closer to the phone said,

"Just arrived in Checheng."

"...Have you found a place to live? It's almost night, shouldn't you find a place to eat? What are you doing standing on the square?"

"Squeak... squeak!"

At this moment, the little white mouse squatting on the shoulder turned its head and called twice,

"Hey, I think I heard the cry of the little white mouse, what did it say, Lian Ge?"

"It agrees with your words."

Lian Ge smiled and said out loud.

"Then Lian Ge, what are you doing standing in the square?"

"...to see a very strange person."

Lian Ge responded, turned his gaze again, and looked not far in front of him,

Outside the square, a figure not far from the intersection,

It was an old man in a wheelchair, with age spots on his face and loose skin. He looked about 90 or [-] years old.

He was wearing a black coat, a scarf around his neck, and a black hat on his head. Except for his face, his whole body was tightly wrapped.

At this moment, the old man was raising his head slightly, resting his hands on the wheels of the wheelchair, leaning on the back of the wheelchair, looking at the intersection in front of him, dazed.

……

"... Lian Ge, are you sure what you see is a human?"

On the other end of the phone, Gu Xiaoying became interested and said aloud,

"It's a person." Lian Ge looked at the old man in the wheelchair, moved away, walked towards the old man, and replied,

"It's just a bit cloudy."

"Heavy? Is there that kind of... um... beside him?"

Gu Xiaoying asked enthusiastically,

Hearing the sound, Lian Ge smiled slightly,

"Wait a little while."

After speaking, Lian Ge took off the earphones, put the phone back into his pocket, and at the same time walked to the old man's side.

……

Withdrawing his gaze, Lian Ge turned his attention to the old man in the wheelchair beside him again.

The old man's hands rested on both sides of the wheelchair, his fingertips trembling slightly, on his wrinkled and slack face, the eyebrows and whiskers were already white,

Under the pale skin, there are some bruise-like plaques,

At this moment, looking into the distance with cloudy eyes, he seemed to be thinking about something, and he didn't notice Lian Ge beside him.

Glancing at the old man, Lian Ge looked away, just like an old man, looking at the pedestrians and vehicles at the intersection.

……

"...Young man, it's almost night, what are you still standing here for?"

After a long time, the old man turned his head slowly, looked at Lian Ge beside him, and asked in a hoarse voice,

"Isn't the old man too?" Turning his gaze, Lian Ge glanced at the old man, smiled slightly, and said aloud,

Hearing the sound, the old man rolled his cloudy eyes and took a look at Lian Ge.

"I'm old, I have nothing else to do, it's the same everywhere."

After a pause, he turned his head again, as before, looking at the intersection in front of him in a daze.

"Old man, can you tell me, what are you looking at?"

"What do you see?"

Looking at the street at the intersection, the old man asked aloud,

"people."

Hearing this, the old man turned his head, looked at Lian Ge again with cloudy eyes, paused on the little white mouse squatting on Lian Ge's shoulder, and then turned his head again, looking at the surging traffic in front of him the street,

"...In my eyes, this is the old vegetable market, and the one in front of the vegetable market is a small street..."

As the old man spoke, he raised his trembling hand and stroked it in front of him,

"There's a photo studio over there..."

The old man raised his hand and pointed in one direction,

In Lian Ge's sight, across the street in that direction is a tall building,

"There is a two-story teahouse over there. There is a small stall in front of the teahouse, selling steamed buns..."

The old man turned his hand,

And the direction it points to is a shopping mall.

"...On this small street, from time to time, vegetable farmers who want to pick up vegetables, and children who are chasing running pass by... There is also a half-grown kid who is pestering his father to buy maltose."

The old man pointed at the street and drew it. The traffic on the street was congested.

"There is also a peddler carrying a load of bean curds, who is selling along the street... The resident upstairs poked his head out of the window and stopped the peddler..."

As he said that, the old man slowly put down his pointing hand, put him back on the wheelchair, and gradually fell silent.

"...this was about six or seventy years ago."

After a long silence, the old man said again,

"...I'm waiting for someone." The old man said, and paused, "Waiting for someone who can't wait..."

Hearing this, Lian Ge turned his gaze to the old man, but didn't say much.

The old man raised his head slightly, and after being silent for a while, looked at the congested street in front of him, and continued,

"...It was just after liberation. I was 20 years old, and she was one year younger than me...It was during the Silla War. I made an appointment with her to join the army and go to Silla..."

"That day, she and I were in the photo studio, took a photo, walked past the teahouse, stopped the bean curd vendor, and bought a bowl of bean curd... When we walked to the vegetable market, she told me, When we come back, we will still meet here..."

"... After arriving in the army, we separated. She went to work as a health worker in another army, and I went to the battlefield..."

The old man spoke, raised his trembling hand, and took off the black hat on his head,

Stretching out his other hand, the old man scratched the top of his head, then put his hand down again, put on his hat,

And in Lian Ge's sight,

The moment the old man took off his hat, apart from the snow-white hair on the top of his head, the skin on his scalp was bloody and rotting, exuding a strong stench.

Black and dry blood scabs mixed with rotten, pus-white rotten flesh,

While the old man was scratching his head, he also tore off some hair, and the roots of the hair were still stuck to the bloody scalp.

But the old man didn't seem to notice it. After shaking his hand, he put on his hat and continued talking.

Seeing this scene, Lian Ge paused,

Without saying anything, Lian Ge looked away, and continued to listen to the old man talking,

"...This battle lasted for three years. From the beginning to the end, I was injured several times, but I survived all of them. In the end, I almost...if it wasn't for..."

After a pause, the old man shook his head,

"...In the past three years, I have had contact with her several times. I have sent several letters to her, and she has also replied to them..."

As he spoke, the old man seemed to feel itchy on the back of his hand, and stretched out his other hand to scratch it...

Chapter 247 The Girl in the White Dress

"...But after an injury, I lost contact with her..."

As he spoke, the old man scratched the back of his hand with his hands, a bloodstain formed when he scratched, the fragile skin wrinkled and tore open, revealing the fuzzy flesh and blood underneath.

And the old man didn't seem to feel the pain, he didn't realize it,

"...I was in a coma for two days at that time. When I woke up, I got the last letter from her. In the letter, she said that she felt that the place where she was now was a meat grinder. The enemy's fighter planes came to bomb, and the places that could be seen were plowed by shells, and the ground was covered with scorched earth. The soldiers of her army could only hide in caves and trenches, and wait until the enemy's artillery fire paused before launching a charge and fight.

She said that even so, there are still a large number of wounded being sent down every day, every moment, some were shot, some had their legs and feet broken, and some were blinded... She said she had never seen it in her life With so many wounded, the tent in the field hospital seemed to be full of blood, blood everywhere...

Medical soldiers, ambulance soldiers, military doctors, and medical supplies are all short of everything, and sometimes there is nothing they can do, and they can only watch helplessly... watching those soldiers gradually lose their voices, watching them die.

This is because there were a large number of seriously wounded who hadn't had time to be transported from the front line, so...even the bones of some soldiers couldn't be completely preserved...

She said that she was very uncomfortable and felt that she was useless at all, so she could only watch and help them, but there was no way to save them..."

As he spoke, the old man looked at the street and the city in front of him. He remained silent for a while, and the movements of his hands also stopped, and he rested his trembling hands on both sides of the wheelchair again.

"...When I saw that letter, I actually felt that she was not far away from me, maybe behind a nearby mountain... because the place I was at was also a meat grinder..."

"It was already the late stage of the war, and it was also the most anxious time of the war. The enemy seemed to be crazy and became hysterical. Even if I was in the hospital tent, I could still hear the continuous sound of artillery fire not far away..."

After a pause, looking into the distance, the old man continued,

"... After I received her letter, I wrote her a reply letter according to the address she sent the letter from. I told her in the letter that the war will end and we will win..."

"After that letter, she never replied to me again, and I recovered from my injuries and went to the battlefield again..."

The old man was talking, fell silent again, looked into the distance,

In the distance, in the bustling city, among the towering high-rise buildings, thousands of lights have been lit, and on the criss-crossing roads, the flow of people is surging, and pedestrians are in a hurry.

"...at the end of the war, at that time, when the armistice was being negotiated, I was wounded again... and it was the worst time I was injured. Two bullets, one passed through my abdomen, and the other stuck in the There was a shell splinter on my ribs, and a shell fragment passed through my waist... Actually, I deserved to die that time... But someone told me that I must survive, live happily, and return to the motherland. Marry the person I promised, and help her see the country after the victory of the war...