Chapter 24 Have a good journey

"Grandpa..." Grandpa!" The two girls looked at their grandfather in surprise.

Yuan Chenghu waved his hand and signaled the two girls to stop talking. And when he opened his mouth and was about to say something, there was a strange sound from upstairs.

"Goo... Gollum... Goo la... Whoo... "Song-dong-dong!"

Following the sound of a fierce collision, a human figure wrapped in a long coat also stained with blood rolled down the detachable stairs and got stuck in the corner between the stairs and the wall.

It was an old man with the same gray hair. But unfortunately, the only thing he can still move when he is stuck between the cracks in the wall is his jaw and neck.

"Cheng Yixian!" Yuan Jialing covered his mouth and exclaimed.

Seeing the zombie old man in front of him who was still grinning at the crowd, the two old men were sad.

"Cheng Laoxian, you still lost to it after all."

Yuan Chenghu untied his thick back at his waist and walked to the old friend who had become a zombie step by step.

Behind Yuan Chenghu, Ling Zhuangsheng looked sadly and whispered his eulogy to his old friend. His tone was slow, as if recalling their decades of past.

"At that time, you said that you had to experience what the virus was killed in this day. Now, do you know?"

"Maybe you already know the answer you want to know, but you can't express it."

"But you don't have to worry about loneliness on the road, and you don't need to care about the loneliness on the end of the road."

"Because everyone will accompany you!"

In the last big shout of the old man's tearful face, Mr. Yuan Chenghu, who was also in tears, raised his knife "Huh!" He chopped down and cut off the head of their old friends. Dark blood, "Puff!" There was a splash all over the room.

Waving a mountain knife stained with the black blood of his old friend in his hand, Mr. Yuan Chenghu rubbed the sour corners of his eyes and looked at the juniors behind him.

"Now you know why we don't want to go? More than 40 years ago, on the Sino-Vietnamese border, one of our brothers once vowed not to seek the same life but to die together. Now how can the two of us watch these old friends live half-life?

"So, you go!" After saying that, the old man suddenly patted Chu Feiyue on the shoulder and went upstairs without saying a word.

He is orphaned.

After Master Yuan Chenghu went up, the old secretary Ling Zhuangsheng also wanted to follow. But Ling Yahan clenched the corners of his clothes and didn't let him leave.

"That little girl has also grown up." Ling Zhuangsheng looked at his granddaughter as beautiful as a snow lotus blooming with joy. She shook her head slowly and pinched her fingers holding her clothes. "You have a home, and my wish is also gone. Lao Yuan is right. I can't watch this damn virus stain the remains of my comrades-in-arms. Lao Yuan, the madman, has enough explosives upstairs. We plan to raze everything here to the ground.

"The two of us can't restore our old friends to their original state. We can only think of this stupid way." Ling Zhuangsheng finally touched Ling Yahan's hair, which led her hand into the hands of Chu Feiyue, who was watching the play, and looked at him kindly but seriously.

"Young man, I gave my granddaughter to you. I hope you can make her happy." After saying that, he did not wait for Chu Feiyue's answer. He waved his hand and followed him upstairs.

"Grandpa!" Ling Yahan stretched out his hand and couldn't reach it after all.

She turned her head and looked sadly at the man beside her with her big shining eyes, hoping that he could persuade the two stubborn old people.

Watch silently and quietly.

"The silly girl who likes to make trouble, don't think about it." Chu Feiyue shook her head, lowered her body and threw Cheng Yixian's body down the balcony. "The hearts of the two old men upstairs are dead, and their existence is actually more painful than the zombies downstairs. But dying happily after a wish is the best ending for them. I believe that they think the same way.

"But..." Yuan Jialing interrupted, but found that he didn't know what to say at all.

"It's nothing. It's time for us to leave. Do you have the heart to stop the last wish of the old people? With that, Chu Feiyue held the corners of her mouth and smiled evilly, "Moreover, when you are done, it's my turn. It has helped you a lot. You should also do some work for me.

With that, Chu Feiyue grabbed the back necks of the two girls one by one and jumped on the plastic steel shed opposite the foreign-style house in their exclamation. Fortunately, the bottom is made of plastic steel. If it is other materials, I can't stand the weight of three people.

Chu Feiyue laughed, loosened the necks of the two girls, and gently rubbed the place he had just grasped. A trace of blue-purple electric light appeared on his palm, jumped twice and then disappeared.

'These two girl feel good when they touch their hands. Ling Yahan is a little smoother, and Yuan Jialing's is more elastic...' He thought obscenely.

The two girls touched the neck pinched by Chu Feiyue. They thought it would hurt very much, but after rubbing it twice, they found that it didn't hurt at all. They were very surprised.

"Nah, we didn't do anything. It's that your skin is too thick." Chu Feiyue said with an innocent face. The two girls rolled their eyes together tacitly and looked at the foreign-style house opposite with some worry.

Although he hesitated for a few seconds, Uncle Su Shi still jumped over. After all, the old chiefs have decided to die, and it is impossible to change anything.

After Uncle Su Shi and Chu Feiyue looked at each other, Chu Feiyue waved his hand and was ready to withdraw.

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On the third floor of the foreign-style house, Mr. Yuan Chenghu and the old secretary Ling Zhuangsheng were tossing bags of light yellow powder. Of course, these small things that are not very technical has a scientific name - that is, T En T.

He packed the last pile of paper in his hand into a steel tea bucket, and Ling Zhuangsheng inserted it into the last gap of the drawer.

There are all kinds of bottles and cans. But they all have one thing in common, that is, they are full of paper bags wrapped in brown paper.

"Lao Yuan, you said that young man... How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Oh, children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and scholars are ink." Mr. Yuan Chenghu poured alcohol on a piece of hemp rope in his hand and frowned impatiently. " Besides, I think that little descendant is very good. If your Xiaoling hadn't occupied it first, I would have wanted to pack our Jialing and give it to him.

"It's not so, is it? At most, it's just good. If he puts it on weekdays, he probably doesn't deserve our granddaughter.

"Ha ha, you are a sour scholar. Even if you touch a gun for a few years, your mind is still full of pedantic. You won't understand the smell of blood of a veteran. Just looking at the evil spirit between his eyebrows, I'm sure that the little posterity has killed no one thousand or eight hundred people. Such a murderer can still maintain a normal mentality, better than me... He is awesome!"

Yuan Chenghu narrowed his eyes and twisted the thin rope into the lock hole of the drawer.

In the other half, Ling Zhuangsheng was obviously shocked by Yuan Chenghu's conclusion. He couldn't believe that such a lazy and disrespectful young man could be a bloody executioner with his hands.

Yuan Chenghu inserted the fuse, stood up and hammered his waist disk, which was no longer young. It made a few crisp sounds just now.

"Uh-huh~~ I'm old. It's so hard to do this work. I can't imagine how the Vietnamese army headquarters was blown up at that time." As he hammered his old waist with many problems, he reached out and pushed open the window on the third floor.

Looking down, countless old friends who have turned into zombies.

Looking at those familiar faces looking at themselves with a ferocious face, Yuan Chenghu laughed. With a smile, his eyes became sore again.

He held the window sill and carefully identified the faces below, recalling the glorious years he had spent with them.

"Deng Zhengwei! You stinky boy, you haven't returned the half bottle taken out of my trouser pocket until now!"

"Feng Kaiyi, I still keep the dumb thunder you threw under my feet at that time. I'll give you a big one later!"

"Ma Wenli, at that time, I carried you back from the trench and agreed to invite me to dinner, and you blamed me for the rest of your life?"

"Zheng Kaige, if I give you a box of bullets, you will blind me more than 100 black monkeys? What a shame for your fellow villagers!"

"Chen Dingguo, how did you choose the dynamite bag without glue? Haha, why are you so unlucky? Have you ever thought about it?"

"Zuo Chongming, I shot the bullet in your thigh. I've been hiding it from you for 40 years. I'm sorry for you!!!"

"Guys..."

Tears gradually filled the old man's round eyes. He trembled his lips and took out a box of blood-stained matches from his pocket.

Ling Zhuangsheng saw that Yuan Chenghu had completed the last step. He silently carried a drawer in front of him on his body for a few seconds and tied it with a rope.

"Maybe you're right, but whether that little descendant is good or bad has nothing to do with us. Indeed, children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Let the younger generation worry about the affairs of the younger generation. We old guys... It's time to go."

With that, he lit the ignition wire pulled out of the drawer on his back and smiled at Yuan Chenghu - his old friend saluted the last military salute.

"Ling Zhuangsheng, former secretary of the Youth League Committee of the Special Affairs Office of the NJ Military Region, bid farewell to the old regiment commander!"

"Walk slowly. I'll accompany you later." Yuan Chenghu returned a salute and picked up the drawer in front of him.

Ling Zhuangsheng's old secretary smiled at his former regimental commander, pushed open the window on the third floor and jumped down.

He smiled peacefully and jumped down.

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Less than 1,000 meters away from the nursing home, Chu Feiyue pulled two girls with low-faced look.

"Send your last blessings to the two old people and wish them a happy life below."

The two girls were stunned and looked in the direction of the nursing home.

"Bang!" Bang!"

At this time, two thunderous explosions came from there. The flames rising from the explosion were mixed with black debris, which was as shocking as two black fireworks.

That's the saddest and most beautiful flower released by the two old people with their lives.

Hero, have a good journey.