human bones

Huang Tao's body was cremated.

On the day of his death, when the troops were cleaning up the scene and looking for the wounded, they found Huang Tao's clothes and weapons thrown in the grass. Everyone guessed that he was afraid of exposing Ji Feng and his whereabouts, so he hurriedly threw them in the grass outside the building.

Those things were also burned together, put into the iron box that he most often carried with him during his lifetime, and given to him who was on his way to heaven.

After the war, the terrorists were sent to prison, and their troops stayed for two days to help the peacekeeping troops deal with the wounded.

Ji Feng and the peacekeepers found out that the folk song was a song that would be played every time the local area encountered an unfortunate case. It probably meant to remember the people who died in the riots and look forward to a better life in the future.

On the day of his departure, Ji Feng received a flower from the local resident child. It seemed that he had picked it from a long distance, and the petals were a little limp.

The child knew that the two of them did not understand the language, so he hesitated to express his gratitude.

Sitting on the bumpy car, Ji Feng sandwiched the flowers in the random books he brought with him.

After that, the troops rushed to the border of Uganda, because a tragedy happened there while they were fighting the enemy desperately, and the superior decided to go to support for a few days.

Ji Feng looked at the stretchers passing by in front of him, on which lay all kinds of wounded, and they wore green, yellow and red bracelets on their wrists, representing the severity of their injuries.

Every second in the world, 4 people will come to the world, and 2 people will rush to heaven, and there are 86400 seconds in a day, so an average of 345600 people are born in a day, and 172800 people leave.

For so many years, he has always been unable to be bearish about life and death.

At four o'clock in the morning in Africa, the half-dewed morning sun passes through the gaps in the thick trees in the forest not far away.

Ji Feng sat on a rock not far from his and Cen Meng's tent, and he could see Lake Victoria after a short walk. The sound of gurgling water could not soothe his inner anxiety.

He lowered his head, although he seemed to be looking at his hands, but his mind was already sailing away with the flowing water.

The cotton ball was crawling around his feet, the grass here was not sweet, it didn't seem to have much interest, it jumped onto Ji Feng's lap after a while, and found a comfortable position to snuggle up to.

Ji Feng smiled and cursed in a low voice: "Fat Rabbit" touched its ears very gently.

Suddenly there was a meow, the strong man walked up to Ji Feng and sat down, but stared at the rabbit in his arms without looking sideways. Just as Ji Feng put the cotton ball on the ground, the strong man ran away with the cotton ball in his mouth up.

"Can't sleep again?" Cen Meng's voice came from behind.

Ji Feng really didn't sleep well these days, either he couldn't fall asleep all night, or he woke up in the middle of the night.

He nodded, then turned around and asked, "Woke you up?"

Cen Meng sat down on the grass beside him and shook his head.

Ji Feng didn't speak again.

The strong man took the cotton ball to a place not far from them. The cotton ball was Ji Feng's spiritual body, so he was in a low mood. It lay silently in the strong man's arms, and the strong man just licked it quietly. hair.

After a while, Cen Meng stood up and looked at Ji Feng and said, "Let's go."

Ji Feng asked blankly, "Why go?"

"Take you somewhere."

Cen Meng led him quietly to the parking place where the troops were stationed, and Ji Feng asked, "What are you doing here?"

Seeing Cen Meng take out a car key from his pocket, Ji Feng looked at the bunch of keys in surprise, as if identifying them for a while, then looked up at Cen Meng: "Are you crazy?"

The car keys of these troops are put away every night and placed in the brigade's office, presumably Cen Meng went in and stole them.

Cen Meng didn't say anything, he opened the car door and got in the car, lightly turned on the ignition, then waved to Ji Feng from inside the car, motioning for him to get in the car.

Ji Feng frowned and said, "I'm not in the mood." After saying that, he turned his head and wanted to leave.

Cen Meng got out of the car quickly, took Ji Feng's hand, pushed him into the co-pilot, and then got into the driver's seat again.

"You'll definitely like it." Cen Meng's tone seemed to be undeniable.

Ji Feng rubbed the acupuncture point on his brow, and let him go.

"Oh, by the way, take the cotton ball back into the sea of ​​consciousness." He also took the strong man back into his mind.

The car drove farther and farther, and reached a place Ji Feng didn't know at all, he sat up straight nervously, not wanting to appear too timid, cleared his throat and asked, "Where are you going?"

Seeing that the other party didn't answer what he meant, Ji Feng asked suspiciously after a while: "You won't sell me, will you?"

"I can't beat you again." Cen Meng replied, looking straight ahead.

"That's right." Seeing that he was still in the mood to joke, Ji Feng paralyzed his back again, put his elbows on the car door and leaned on his face, and let out a sigh.

Feeling drowsy, Ji Feng took a nap for a while, and when he woke up in a daze, he realized something was wrong: "Brother, are you out of Uganda?"

The car had been in Tanzania and appeared to have been in for some time. The noon sun in East Africa at the end of August is different from the morning sun, and the hot feeling begins to slowly creep into the skin.

Ji Feng was even more irritable. He reached out to wipe the sweat off his forehead, then squinted at the bottle of mineral water in the car, unscrewed it to drink, but was stopped by Cen Meng: "I've already drank this."

"It's okay." After finishing speaking, Ji Feng filled half a bottle and asked again: "Can I turn on the air conditioner?"

"It's too fuel-intensive, you can open the window, and no one cares about it." Although it is on the highway, there is an extreme lack of management here.

Ji Feng thought about it for a while, let it be hot, life is more important.

He looked at the scenery outside the window. It was different from the semi-savanna and semi-desert environment in Mali. Although it is one of the least developed countries in the world, most of it has a tropical grassland climate. Compared with the absolute dryness of the desert, here is just Just plain hot.

After an unknown amount of time, when Ji Feng felt that his buttocks and waist were so sore that he couldn't sit still, Cen Meng stopped the car. He watched Ji Feng unbuckle his seat belt and said, "We're here, we still need to walk when we get off the car." a little while."

Ji Feng got out of the car with difficulty, patted his sore back, and said displeasedly: "I'm also crazy, I still come here with you."

Cen Meng smiled and rubbed his waist for a while, and finally patted him and said, "Let's go, it's very close."

Cen Meng walked with Ji Feng for a while, and slowly Ji Feng saw the Mara River not far away, and some tourists, and he realized that they had entered the Serengeti Park.

The sound of fierce running water and the roar of animals are getting closer and closer. Thousands of wildebeest, zebra and gazelle are fighting against the rushing Mara River. As a result, hundreds of lives are washed away alive. To escape the fierce attack of ambushed crocodiles or other natural enemies, just for a dry season of green grass and water, this is the "crossing of heaven".

They could only wait and see from a distance, no matter how close they were, there would be danger at any time without the protection of professionals, and this was the first time Ji Feng had seen such a spectacular scene.

"Actually, I don't think you need to blame yourself so much." Cen Meng stood behind him and said.

Ji Feng sighed: "How can I not blame myself."

"Obviously knowing that as long as they step into the river, the chance of surviving is extremely small, but they still rushed in without hesitation. Why?"

"Anyway, it's death. Rather than waiting for death, it's better to rush to the chance that may be less than 20%." Ji Feng looked at him and sneered.

"I think, the moment Huang Tao heard the enemy's footsteps and took off his clothes, he was ready to die."

"But if I had made a better decision, he wouldn't have died."

"So, go back and continue to be a cook who serves people?" After finishing speaking, Cen Meng paused, and continued: "In that case, he may not have the opportunity to go to the battlefield for the rest of his life."

What Cen Meng said was right. In fact, Huang Tao was originally a regular soldier. Being a soldier has always been his dream. He can obviously pick up a spear and fight the enemy, but because his grades are not satisfactory and his physical fitness is not up to standard, he finally Because he wants to stay in the army even if he is not a regular soldier, he decided to become a cooking soldier.

"If he didn't act as a hostage, we might not have won so easily. He is stronger than us." Cen Meng was behind Ji Feng, watching his slowly lowered head, and unconsciously wanted to raise his head. hand to comfort him, but finally gave up and took it back.

The two of them didn't speak again, they just watched the distant scenery silently, suddenly the strong man and the cotton ball popped out of their minds, they finally had such a wide environment for them to enjoy, both of them were crazy Run up.

Ji Feng laughed suddenly, and Cen Meng asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"This is the first time you've talked so much with me." Then he turned and looked at Cen Meng.

From Cen Meng's point of view, behind Ji Feng is the sun that has already set on the mountainside. The warm yellow setting sun falls on the top of Ji Feng's head, and his neat short hair is dyed golden yellow.

With a smile on his brows and eyes, he seemed to have let go of the heavy responsibilities on his shoulders and turned into a boy with curly hair.

Cen Meng watched in a daze, and when he came back to his senses, he scratched the back of his head embarrassingly and said, "I just don't think there is any need to say something, so I don't say it."

"Thank you." Ji Feng patted him on the shoulder, then realized the time and said in a panic: "I'm going back to China tomorrow, can I make it back to Uganda?!"

Cen Meng nodded, and the two of them smiled and hurried back to the car.

The sun slowly disappeared at the end of the world, and the temperature gradually became cooler. Ji Feng lay on the back seat of the car, looked at the moon outside the skylight and said, "How do you know the way? Have you been here before?"

"By feeling."

"Then I guess I'm here today to explain."