My father died early, as if he died a few days after the sunset returned. Perhaps because of this, Lao Dai remembered the sunset that day particularly clearly.

That's right, it's exactly the same as today's sunset.

Lao Dan's nose was not sour. He held the dagger in his hand tightly, waiting for the last moment to come.

My father said that a man will not cry easily when he has tears, and he will not cry even when he is sad. Otherwise, he will not be a strong man or a man with a handle, so he will not be worthy of his nickname.

Little Dianzi, this nickname was given to him by his father.

Why is it called Xiaodianzi? The reason is very simple. In the village, the local dialect of "小小" means a boy's little Ding Ding. If a woman gives birth to a boy, she will say that she has a baby.

In front of Xiaodian, his mother gave birth to two sons, but one was born with a stillbirth. When the other was born, her feet were downward and she pushed her forward. She had a lot of effort and died after two days of life.

Although it is poor, it is hard to come by for the old man, just like a treasure in his palm.

Children from poor families are also treasures.

"Daozi! There is an extra kid in our family!" The village said that on the day of birth, unlike the two brothers who died before, Laozi cried so loudly, which made his father so excited that he shouted all over the village: "There is an extra kid in our family!"

Perhaps the city people would say that the old dad prefers boys over girls. Yes, he really prefers boys over girls. He had two sons before. The villagers all said that he was afraid that the family would have no fate. His dad was very sad. He always squatted in the haystack to smoke, and smoked for an afternoon.

"If you don't have a son, it's meaningless to fight for this life." This sentence almost became his catchphrase. The old mother wiped her tears very gently and nodded repeatedly, not knowing how many times she kowtowed to the Bodhisattva.

Therefore, Lao Dian's healthy birth gave this family great hope. This hope is primitive and even vulgar. Only with a son is the only thing that comes to mind after having a son, I just think so.

In this way, Xiao Dianzi's nickname was called, full of his father's pride and his mother's pride. His family was poor and his father had nothing to leave for him. This nickname followed him from childhood to Lao Dian.

It sways, and the sunset reflects people's faces. Although there are many mosquitoes on the river bank, it cannot stop the beauty in my memory.

As long as there is time and the weather is good, Lao Dian's father will always carry him on his shoulders so much, walking on the long river bank like a show-off. Since his father passed away, Lao Dian has never seen such a beautiful sunset again.

Lao Diao once wondered, was the sunset that looked particularly beautiful when he was a child? It was like the cucumbers that were particularly sweet when he was a child. Later, Lao Diao realized that without his father's sunset, it would no longer be the most beautiful sunset in his heart.

I thought I would never see such a beautiful sunset in my life, but today I saw it.

Lao Dai raised his head and smiled at the sunset.

Maybe it was because my father was waiting there that there was such a beautiful sunset. Unfortunately, he didn't add anything to his family, and he didn't know how to explain after seeing his father. After thinking about it, he couldn't let him beat him up.

"Give another big grandson! Hahahaha."

My father's hearty laughter lingers, and every time he appears when Lao Dian is most desperate.

You have to live, you have to live, or your family will be broken.

Now... it's broken, and when I see my father in the underworld, I'm afraid I'll be beaten. But then I thought, my father was reluctant to beat him anyway, and the only kid in the family was the only kid in his family who was counting on his little kid who passed on his family. He was reluctant to beat him.

boom……

There was a loud bang.

Lao Dan put his body in a ball. What was the feeling of being so close to the explosion point? The sky collapsed and the earth cracked really happened around him. He could clearly feel the vibration of the ground, and the stone flew up and bounced on his body, and there was a scream.

The screaming was very short, so short that it was almost impossible to hear clearly, so it was gone, making Lao Dian unable to tell whether it was he screaming or the screams of those enemies.

Buzzing...

The ears are screaming loudly.

Are you still alive? Lao Dian only felt that it was difficult to breathe, all of which were sand and blood. He reached out and touched the side, touched a piece of his leg, probably blown over and poked his waist. He picked it up and threw the broken leg that was in trouble away.

If you don't know if your hands can move, you're not dead.

Lao Dian opened his eyes in a flash, and the smoke around him was extremely strong, and his eyes were so drunk that he burst into tears. Instinct made him close his eyes, but another force deep in his heart made him forcefully open his eyes.

Ah hahahahahaha!

My old dang is indeed not dead!

Why use the word "really"?

First of all, although Lao Dian didn't study, he was smart and extremely smart. He analyzed it and when he got off the bus, he analyzed it. This explosion point was organized and arranged, what is the purpose?

The purpose is not to kill people, but to make the enemy confused, to misunderstand the government forces, and to make these people see that the international press station is unsafe, so they will arrange for them to go back to the villa area to sleep at night.

This is the purpose, so there will definitely be a lot of noise, that is, the explosion will be loud, the smoke will be heavy, and it will be heavier than usual.

And there is one purpose in this: you cannot hurt the innocent.

If you don't hurt the innocent, the intensity of the explosion will definitely not be very strong. I guess, let alone the explosion point is eight meters away, even five meters, you may be able to survive.

Of course, these are just Lao Dian's analysis, and he didn't know what would actually happen.

Let's take a gamble.

Anyway, it’s worth it even if it’s blown to death, and it’s a good thing.

My father also said that even a bad life is hard, maybe it is true?

Sure enough, my father said nothing wrong.

"Little Danzi, look, these grasses by the river are lowly, useless, useless, but their lives are hard, and if you burn them, they will still grow up next year. This person must be like grass, and their lives are not in trouble. If they are weak, they will be hard. If they live for a long time, they will be good."

My father didn't study, so he didn't know any gorgeous language and didn't understand any great principles. Lao Dian didn't know if his father was right, but he understood it anyway.

Now it seems that my father is right.

Lao Diao opened his eyes and looked around. After confirming that he was not dead, Lao Diao wanted to open his mouth and laugh wildly, but his chest was choking so hard that he couldn't laugh. On the one hand, on the other hand, now is not the time to laugh.

Maybe if anyone is killed by blowing it up, I have to make up for a few blows.

He supported himself and wanted to stand up, but found that he could not stand up, and his legs seemed to be lost. At this time, he suddenly thought of the broken leg that he had just touched and threw it aside by him. His face changed. Could it be that the broken leg belonged to him?!

Just as I was a little panicked, I saw a black muzzle in the thick smoke and pointed it at myself.

Sure enough, there are still enemies who are not dead.

[Today I went to Luyuan. After arriving later, I will post photos on the official account. Remember to follow the trip to Luyuan. The WeChat public account is cold Mu Xiaojing or muxiaojing18]
Chapter completed!