The sky was shining, and Bill and I were walking wearily on the path deep in the forest. In the forest, the light is dim, the air is humid, and insects that crawl over the back of the feet but cannot be named can be seen everywhere.
It’s been two days since we lost contact with the big army. The night before yesterday, the army and the enemy had a fierce battle in the forest. In the end, Bill and I separated from the army. Fortunately, we both came from the same hometown. take care of.
A few more days have passed. We still haven't contacted the troops. We can only drink the spring water in the forest when we are hungry. At this moment, I saw a black shadow passing through before my eyes, it was a wild boar! Without knowing where the strength came from, I rushed over with the gun in my hand. My marksmanship was accurate, and it quickly fell to the ground and stopped moving. Relying on this wild boar, he barely spent a few more days.
may be this place, the war is too frequent, and after so many days, except for the wild boar, no bigger edible animals have been seen. Only the two fist-sized wild boars are on my shoulders. I know that Bill is more tired and desperate than I am at this time.
Suddenly, we heard the voice of someone speaking. Listening to the language of the other person, I knew it was the enemy. With the groping of the terrain these days, I took Bill to conceal the figure ingeniously, and the enemy did not find us.
After a long time, I couldn't hear any sound anymore. Just as I walked out of the bushes with a sigh of relief, I heard a gunshot, and I looked down at my left shoulder, where a bright blood flower bloomed. Fortunately in the misfortune, only the shoulder was injured. I should be grateful that the enemy's marksmanship is not very accurate. Bill ran over in horror from behind. He carefully avoided my wound, hugged me, and cried loudly.
we found a waterhole,I simply treated the wound and roasted the last wild boar to satisfy my hunger. I sighed, wondering what else I could eat tomorrow. When he went to bed at night, Bill had been dumbfounded, talking about his mother softly in his mouth. I leaned against the tree trunk and looked at the firewood that was about to go out. I sighed and said nothing for a long time.
The next day, when I thought our life was about to end, the army found us. Lying on the stretcher, Bill's dry and feeble hands next to him gave me a light grip.
The white horse crossed the gap. 40 years later, the war has long been far away. Yesterday I went to Bill's funeral. Before he died, he said with tears in his eyes: "Sorry, I shot the shot behind you."
"I know." I looked at his silver hair. And the wrinkles in the corners of the eyes, talking softly. He widened his eyes and was surprised, I just held his hand and didn't continue to say anything.
Actually, when Bill ran over to hold me and cry, the barrel of his body touched me and it was hot.
The hot barrel of the gun burned my heart like a raging fire, but that night, when I heard his mother who was talking about it, I forgave him. I know that he wants to monopolize the last remaining wild boar and fight for the last chance to survive. He wants to go back to see his mother alive.
Unfortunately, his mother finally did not wait for him to return home.
I have always pretended not to know this. Instead of holding a grudge and suffering for a lifetime, it is better to let go of it completely, and I can still live a life of peace.
What is trust? It was he who shot me with a gun, I believe it was just a gun offense!
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