He pushed the door open, walked in, hugged a puppy that was curled up on the corner of the table, then turned around and left slowly, and finally reached out and landed on the wooden door.
Ga.
The broken wooden door closed, and the house became quiet again, which also represented a piece of history and a piece of memory that had been completely dusted.
The old man stood to bring it, turned around and took a look, with a trace of inexplicable sadness in his eyes. Then he squatted down, put the puppy in with a cloth strap, carried it, and left slowly.
Beside the house, He Zhenzhong and Shen Ge stood there, looking at the old man's lonely and hunched back, and then at the puppy he was carrying. The two knew that perhaps in the last days of their lives, they would accompany the deceased veteran. This is the only puppy.
The old man left the village with the puppy, returned to the main road, and got into a dilapidated minibus.
He Zhenzhong and Shen Ge drove and followed them all the way.
Half a day later.
The old man got off the car in an ancient town.
"Chief, this is a red tourist town. It is a relic of the Anti-Japanese War. It contains the United Front Work Department of the garrison." Shen Ge seemed to have some impression of this town and explained for He Zhenzhong.
"Yeah." He Zhenzhong nodded, "Get out of the car."
The two walked into this quiet town. There is no bustle and hustle and bustle of big cities here. There is a sense of vicissitudes and desolation everywhere. There are many traces of cannonballs on the ancient city walls, paved with bluestones. The streets show