Plane Small Bookstore [System]

This time, I went to Quantai to recruit the old department, and killed Yan Luo with a hundred thousand flags.

--Inscription.

Le Jing walked out of the shopping mall with a big bag and a small bag, sweating all over.He glanced helplessly at Victor, who was lying on his shoulders, "Half of this thing is what you want to buy. It's fine if you don't help me carry it, so don't add more weight to me."

The black cat opened one eye and glanced at him, yawned lazily, jumped off Le Jing's shoulder lightly, stretched, and muttered softly: "So we should let Cairns come."

Le Jing glanced unhappily at the lazy black cat: "Kairnes will stay and watch the house and cook."

With so many things, he didn't bother to take the bus as he did when he came here, so he just took a taxi and went back.

What satisfies him most in this plane is not the convenient modern technology, but the universal RMB.In other words, the currency of Earth China can be used in this plane!So he didn't intend to wrong himself too much.

However, what he didn't expect was that when he heard his destination, the taxi drivers refused one after another, turning around and leaving without even giving an explanation.

So he waited on the street for half an hour, and when he finally found a car, he opened the car door without saying a word, got in, and then said, "Master, go to the West Village in the suburbs."

Through the rearview mirror, he could clearly see that the driver's pupils constricted, his face turned pale, and his voice stuttered a bit: "You, where are you going?"

Le Jing repeated in a good-tempered manner: "West Village on the outskirts of the city."

"That place is too far! Don't go!" The driver said firmly, but he knew it was just an excuse.

"You don't want to add money?" Le Jing asked.

The driver hesitated and asked, "How much do you add?"

Le Jing calculated the distance and tentatively said, "Fifty?"

The driver was silent for a while, gritted his teeth and said, "One hundred, add one hundred and I'll take you there."

Lexington nodded in agreement.It just so happened that he also wanted to know why the taxi drivers turned pale when they heard about the West Village in the outskirts of the city.

The driver in the car took the initiative to chat and said, "Are you from another place?"

"Yes." Le Jing casually said a foreign place name.

"No wonder." The driver suddenly became confused, "The West Village on the outskirts of the city is so remote, how could you think of living there?"

"I'm tired of staying in the big city, I want to experience the idyllic life."

After stopping for Le Jing's answer, the driver glanced at him hesitantly, his expression changing.

Under Le Jing's repeated questioning, he finally revealed the reason.

Xicun is said to be a village, but in fact there are not many people, it is almost like a deserted village.In the circle of taxi drivers in Chen'an City, there are many weird stories about Xicun, such as ghosts howling in the middle of the night, and zombies in green clothes. Anyway, they are extremely evil.In addition, there was a murder case there a few days ago. Three young people died tragically in the wasteland for no apparent reason. Taxi drivers in the city don't like to go there anymore.

"Do you know what that place in West Village used to be?" While waiting for the red light, the driver turned his head and said mysteriously, "It's a battlefield! The strength of the battalion. But the little devil is cunning, he set fire to sneak attack! At that time, after fighting for three days and three nights, all the people in this battalion died, and Xixian was also beaten by the little devil."

"You said, so many people died at that time, the resentment and evil spirit must be heavy, can it not be haunted?"

Le Jing was silent for a while, and looked seriously at the inexplicably excited driver: "Master, the light is green."

"Ah? Oh." The driver stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove smoothly through the old house.The driver was a little disappointed when he didn't get the response he wanted, and he asked unwillingly, "Aren't you afraid?"

Le Jing is really not afraid.

Didn't he stay there safely for several days before, let alone ghosts, there were few people in that place.In his opinion, the so-called ghost stories are all based on rumors to scare himself.There are many weird and scary ghost stories in Huaxia on the earth, but Le Jing has never seen a ghost.To say that he was haunted by resentment, he didn't see his cousin come to ask him to pay for his life.Although it is not ruled out that there are ghosts and gods, in his opinion, many ghost stories are largely feudal superstitions that have been passed on and cannot be taken as true.

Because the road was bad and the village entrance was narrow, Le Jing asked the driver to stop at the village entrance.

The driver rubbed the goosebumps on his arms, feeling a chill all over his body for no reason.He poked his head out to look at the deserted village, and the coldness in his heart lingered. For a moment, he actually felt that this was not a village, but a monster that chose to eat people.

He shivered belatedly, turned the car around and left as if fleeing.

When Le Jing returned to the bookstore, Cairns had already prepared a meal and set up a large table full of meat and vegetables.

Le Jing praised: "I didn't expect your craftsmanship to be so good." And Victor was even more unceremonious and started to gobble it up.

Keynes pursed his lips, "If you like, I will do it every day from now on."

Le Jing was silent for a while, patted his shoulder, and said with emotion: "You are so virtuous, you can marry."

Victor looked at the two people who were "flirting" speechlessly, and couldn't help asking, "Le Jing, when are we going to move the store?"

"Moving?" Le Jing raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise, "Why do you want to move?"

Victor was even more surprised than Le Jing: "You ask me why? This place is deserted and the birds don't shit, and the transportation is inconvenient. The most important thing is that you run a bookstore-let alone customers here, even people are looking for Less than a few!"

Le Jing put down his job and said calmly, "But there is no rent here."

Victor: ...

"Besides, the air here is so good and the scenery is so good, staying here is considered a vacation." Le Jing comforted: "We will leave after staying here for a few days, just bear with it."

Victor: "I can't take it anymore!"

"Michong who doesn't make money has no right to speak."

Victor: QWQ

■

In the evening, as a Buddhist youth, Le Jing went to bed on time at 10:30.

Then he was awakened by the sound of a trumpet.

He bounced up from the bed in bewilderment, and the loud charge horn sound of "Didi Didi" outside the window instantly made him wonder what night it is.

After the trumpet was played, there was a howling roar and killing sound immediately outside the window, as if hundreds of people were yelling, and the noisy sound shook Lejing's eardrums with dull pain.

He glanced at the time on his phone, it was already 12:00 at night.

... In the middle of the night, whose TV is turning on such a loud volume!

wrong.Le Jing realized later that he lived at the head of the village, and there were no residents around him at all!

He jumped off the bed and opened the curtains with a swipe.Under the bright moonlight, I saw flags hanging high outside the courtyard, smoke and dust billowing, a team in worn-out military uniforms lined up neatly, and under the guidance of the leader of the team cavalry soldier's saber, launched a grand march towards the empty front. Parade, charge.

The soldiers on horseback laughed a few times heroically, and sang the "March of the Broadsword" loudly:

"Brothers in arms of the nation,

The day of war has come,

The day of the War of Resistance has come.

In front of the Northeast Volunteer Army,

There are people all over the country behind,

Our Chinese army marches forward bravely.

Spot that enemy, kill him, kill him!

Go!The big knife cut off the devils' heads!kill! "

The singing voice floats in the desolate wilderness, and the indescribable desolation under the quiet night, this should be a singing that belongs to the old era that has long ended.

"Kill!" The soldiers behind them, wearing tattered military uniforms, took neat steps and shouted in unison.

""Three Disciplines and Eight Points of Attention", prepare and sing!"

In the rising smoke and dust, wearing old military uniforms, they sang in unison, like old-style soldiers who traveled through a hundred years ago, with impassioned and powerful voices: "Every revolutionary soldier must keep in mind:

Three disciplines and eight points of attention,

First, all actions are subject to command,

Only by walking together can we win.

The second is not to take the masses with a needle,

People support and love me.

Thirdly, everything seized must be returned to the public,

Trying to lighten the burden on the people..."

The simple moonlight shone on this well-disciplined team without casting any shadows on the ground.Their chests did not rise and fall, and although their footsteps were orderly, they did not leave any sound on the ground.

There is no doubt that they are not people, but ghosts.

This is an army of ghosts.

But Le Jing was not afraid.

What the taxi driver said at noon suddenly came to his mind.

"During the War of Resistance Against Japan...after fighting for three days and three nights, all the people in this battalion died...you said, so many people died at that time, the resentment must have been heavy, can it not be haunted?"

No, he was wrong.

The people's army is for the people, even if they die, they have no evil spirit or resentment, some only have the noble spirit of resisting aggression and protecting the people.

Le Jing suddenly remembered a poem written by Marshal Chen before his death: "What's the meaning of cutting one's head today? Entrepreneurship is difficult and many battles. Go to Quantai to recruit the old department, and kill Yan Luo with a hundred thousand flags."

If this is the case, go to Quantai to recruit the old department, and kill Yan Luo with a hundred thousand banners.

"I'm here, it's fine." At some point, Keynes appeared behind him and gently comforted him.

"I'm not afraid." Le Jing looked at the heroic soldier riding a horse at the head of the distant team, and paid great respect to this team in his heart, "They are all soldiers of our people, how can I be afraid?"

Maybe it was because they were talking too loudly. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the last soldier who passed by the courtyard gate looking up and looking straight in his direction. You can see his young and immature face clearly.

After a few seconds of silence, the little soldier staggered and almost fell down. He struggled to maintain his balance, and then Le Jing heard a shocking "Report!"

The voice was so loud that it overwhelmed the loud military song, even though he knew that he was already a ghost, Le Jing couldn't help worrying about his voice.

Sure enough, the ghost stories are all lies.Le Jing thought wildly, he was not frightened by the ghost, but the ghost was frightened by him.

"What are you doing!?" An impatient reply came from the leader of the team.

"Report to the battalion commander!" The soldier shouted hoarsely: "Man! Someone saw me!"

The originally neat team suddenly fell into a commotion, and in an instant, countless pairs of eyes with ghost lights were looking in the direction of Le Jing.

"Silence! Silence!" The battalion commander shouted angrily at the front: "Listen to my password now, 121, 121, get ready, stop!"

After finally settling down the team, the battalion commander finally rode his horse to the gate of Lejingyuan.

Le Jing, who had already been waiting inside the courtyard gate, immediately opened the door and invited the old battalion commander to come in and sit down.

In the dark deserted village, the light from the bedroom on the second floor is like a faint will-o'-the-wisp in the wind, coupled with the ghost army in old military uniforms quietly enclosing the yard, it is enough to scare the most daring people out of their wits .

But Le Jing was not only not afraid, but also felt admiration and emotion in his heart.

The cavalry soldier called the Battalion Commander is actually not very old, but his face is young but weather-stained.The military uniform on his body and the single clothes inside were all tattered, patch after patch, and the two straw sandals under his feet were even different in color, no different from the soldiers under him.It is hard to imagine that such a team is fighting bloody battles on the front line.

Le Jing slowly gave him a non-standard military salute: "Comrade, you have worked hard!"

The battalion commander froze for a moment, stood at attention reflexively, returned a standard military salute, and responded with a cadence: "Serve the people!"

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Le Jing in amazement, and said in a trembling voice: "You are bold, aren't you afraid of me?"

Le Jing smiled faintly: "The people's army is for the people, why should I be afraid?"

This simple sentence made the battalion commander's eyes blush. He nodded heavily and said, "That's right! I am a soldier of the people in life, and a ghost soldier of the people in death!"

"It's not convenient to talk here, why don't we go into the room and talk."

The battalion commander shook his head and refused: "No, I have a lot of yin on my body, you are still a stranger, you have stayed with us for a long time, I am afraid it will affect your life expectancy."

Le Jing raised his eyebrows, and said disapprovingly: "You have shed your blood for the country, and a few years of life is nothing!"

The battalion commander smiled gratefully, but still refused Le Jing's kindness.

"Actually, I came this time because I have something to trouble you." Speaking of which, this hard-bodied tough guy rarely felt a little embarrassed, "We have been waiting here for a long time, and you are the only one who can see us and not be blocked. scare people away, so we can only trouble you."

Le Jing nodded without hesitation and said, "Say something."

The battalion commander asked, "What year is it now?"

Le Jing said: "2008."

The battalion commander said in a trance, with a half-crying and half-smiling expression: "So it's been 65 years?"

"Because we were obsessed too much in life, we became earth-bound spirits after death, and our souls can only wander around here. This is loyalty to the country, and there is no regret. The only thing we can't let go of is our relatives in our hometown. We Some people want you to help bring a message to our family."

"No problem, you say!"

He looked up at Le Jing, with tears in his eyes: "My name is Xu Feng, from Xu Village, Shangliang County, Nanyu City. I would like to ask you to go to my hometown to find a woman named Xu Jiao. If she is still alive, and If you are already married, please tell her that Xu Feng has already married and had children in other places, so she doesn't have to worry about it."

"If..." He looked up at the sky with red eyes, his Adam's apple twitched violently a few times, "If, if she is still waiting for me, you tell her..."

"I'll wait for her at the Naihe Bridge, so that she doesn't have to worry and lives well."

"She has been waiting for me for so long, this time, it's me waiting for her."