In July p>1944, the expeditionary force crossed the Nujiang River, recovered a large area of lost land in western Yunnan, and began the Songshan counterattack. The Japanese army is still fighting, relying on the commanding terrain and the solid Ming Gang bunker, vowing to fight for a larger foe. More than ten days later, the two sides were killed in darkness, only to see teams of wounded people carried down and teams of troops pulled up, and the battle was extremely fierce. In the early morning of July 27th, Company 1, 2nd Battalion, 36th Regiment, 116th Division, which was on standby, received an urgent order, asking the company to take time to eat as soon as possible, and then quickly went to the line of fire after the meal to enter the final decisive battle of life and death.

Along with the order, there are also a batch of comfort food: pork, vermicelli, mushrooms, bamboo shoots, sorghum noodles ... This company retreated all the way from the northeast to the southwest with the large army, and all the officers and men were from the northeast. These foods with northeast flavor undoubtedly remind people of their hometown thousands of miles away and evoke a deep homesickness.

the cooking class is busy now. When the first retort sorghum wowotou just came out of the cage, a little soldier risked being scalded by steam, grabbed a wowotou first, put it in front of the tip of his nose, and sniffed it affectionately, sucking the breath from the black land ... Suddenly, a loud slap came on his face, and the little soldier fell to the ground, but the wowotou was still firmly protected on his chest, intact.

This heavy slap in the face, only the company commander can hit it so crisp, so hard and so heartless! Suddenly, a large group of soldiers around the edge of retort dared not move, and pairs of eyes looked at the company commander, with three points of fear and seven points of resentment.

The company commander's surname is Liu, and his mouth is very big. He can eat a roast chicken and a dozen steamed buns at a meal, and his brothers call him Liu Dazui. Seeing Liu's mouth still trying to move, the chef Lao Cui quickly stood up and interceded:

"Company commander, he is still a child ..." This little soldier was taken in when the army retreated from the northeast. At that time, he was still a childish student and was dying of hunger. It was Lao Cui who saved him.

Liu Dazui still kicked the little soldier hard, and his eagle-like eyes were aggressive. He scolded:

"You can only eat if you eat! Is there any king's law? " A big soldier couldn't bear it, so he stepped forward, as if he were provocative, and grabbed a wowotou: "Brothers, you are going to die soon, and you are afraid of a ball! This life-and-death battle, there must be no return, dead! I haven't smelled the fragrance of sorghum noodles for several years. Let's eat first, and you shouldn't starve to death when you die! " The big soldier's words were reasonable. Hearing this, the soldiers began to fight for the corn.

"put it back!" Liu mouth roared, pulled out a pistol, and everyone was scared to retreat again and again, only to see that he fired three shots into the air and shouted, "All-gather!" After the assembly, everyone was sweating for the little soldier. Obviously, Liu Dazui wanted to deal with him. Unexpectedly, Liu Dazui didn't do it, but he raised an unexpected question: "Brothers, I want to ask, which one of you wants to die?" There was a dark head below, and everyone looked at each other, wondering what medicine the company commander was selling in the gourd. No one answered, so Liu Dazui had to ask himself and answer: "I know that none of you want to die!" I don't want to die! My old Liu family, a family of more than a dozen people, was all killed by the Japanese, leaving Lao Zi alone. If Lao Zi dies, my old Liu family will be childless! "

how do you say these words before the war? Isn't this shaking the morale of the army? Everyone is scratching their heads, but they see that Liu Dazui pulled out a pre-opened menu, opened his mouth wide, raised his voice, and read aloud.

Except for sorghum Wowotou, the menu is full of authentic Northeast dishes: cold face-lifting, fried meat with mushrooms, bean curd with shallots, stewed pork vermicelli, and meat with Beijing sauce ... The soldiers are not hungry, but their ears are still vertical, and their mouths are watering.

After reading, Liu Dazui called Lao Cui up, handed him the menu, and solemnly told him, "Take out the craft, cook according to the order, and be less, I want your head!" When Lao Cui was ordered to leave, Liu Dazui glanced at the dark head and smiled cunningly as Hong Zhong said, "Brothers, remember that none of you are allowed to die. You must come back alive and drink the celebration wine to make his grandmother drunk! Now, call the roll! " After the roll call, Liu Dazui held high the roster, with a solemn and stirring look on his face, and said slowly, "Except for the cookhouse squad, all the 141 brothers in the company have listened clearly to Lao Zi-you still have your father, mother, wife and children at home, and they are all eagerly looking forward to you. Anyone who dies is an unfilial son and a tortoise bastard! Even if I run to the palace of hell, I'll get you back! " Then, with a wave of his hand, Liu Dazui burst out with two words: "Let's go!"

As soon as the company left, the cooking squad was busy. Lao Cui took out the most exquisite craftsmanship and cooked according to the order. Before long, a sumptuous meal was ready. They looked through their eyes one by one, waiting and waiting. From noon until evening, good news finally came from the front line: Songshan conquered all the Japanese troops and annihilated them. Lao Cui shouted excitedly: "What are you waiting for?" Go! " Say that finish, lead the cooks to pick the food and send it to the front. In the sunset, the Songshan Mountain was filled with thick smoke, with rivers of blood and mountains of corpses. It was terrible ... The cookhouse squad picked and lifted, shouting the names of the brothers all the way, and turned several hills without meeting a brother.

suddenly, a cook exclaimed, "Lao Cui, come and see, the brothers are here!" " Lao Cui hurried over, his body trembled as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and tears streamed down: I saw the brothers stagger, one horizontal and one vertical, one bloody, lying with the brothers, the dead bodies of the Japanese army were multiplied, and the expression of fear was still frozen on his dead face. At a glance, it can be seen that there was a cruel hand-to-hand combat here, and if you count carefully, there were 141 officers and men in the whole company. With that, he took the lead to help a soldier, wiped the blood from his mouth, and carefully fed food into his mouth spoonfuls. All the soldiers in the cooking squad, like Lao Cui, helped up the sacrificed soldiers, while feeding food to their mouths, and loudly reported the names of the dishes. Amid the smoke, they trembled with crying voices, one after another, singing the names of the dishes: "Cold salad! Sauté ed meat with mushrooms! Onion mixed with tofu! Pork stewed vermicelli! Beijing sauce meat section ... "Those cooking soldiers wiped their tears and looked at the tragic scenes in front of them: the little soldier's mouth was tightly biting a devil's cheek gang, and it took the cooking soldiers a lot of effort to pull his mouth open; The big soldier was cut off by a knife, the body was separated, his head rolled aside, and his eyes were still glaring; Worse still, Liu Dazui, who was blown to pieces by a Grenade, couldn't even find his mouth ...

Lao Cui hit the ground and burst into tears: "Company commander, your fucking words don't count, don't count! You said, no one is allowed to die, and one is missing. If you run to the palace of hell, you must get it back! How did you go to the palace of hell first? " This delicious meal, which is rich in Northeast flavor, was spilled on the battlefield except for the brothers ...

The next day, when buried, 141 officers and men faced the north, and everyone held a sorghum corn cob tightly in their hands, holding it tightly ...

Selected stories of Chinese and foreign novels

There was an old hunter named Daulard in Paradise Town. He has a son named Sticker. Stuck máng out with the gangsters in the town all day, and then he ran away from home.

Daulard, heartbroken, has lived alone ever since. Once, while hunting, Daulard met a lone wolf cub (z m: i). Daulard looked at his helpless eyes and suddenly remembered his son, Stike, so he took him home and gave him a name-Lolo. ? But the residents in the town were so afraid of the wolf that Daulard had to secretly keep it at home.

on this day, dick suddenly came back. "You finally went home ..." Daulard was in tears. "My child, don't make a mistake again! Let's turn ourselves in! " Stuck jerked him away, took off the shotgun on the wall, pointed at Daulard's head and said viciously, "Old man, do you want to send me to prison yourself?" Daulard leng (leng), he never expected his own son to put a gun to his head. At this moment, Lolo descended like a tiger. "Lolo!" Daulard stopped. He said bitterly, "Go! I never want to see you again. " Stuck got up in a mess and left the room.

that night, a man named Stinky reported to the police that someone had a wolf. Daulard had to escape into the mountains with Lolo. Daulard settled Lolo and returned to the town. He found that the bank gate was full of policemen. It turned out that Sticker robbed the bank in the town and took a hostage. Now with the police in a stalemate (jiāng).

Daulard, heartbroken, climbed to the top of the building quietly. He picked up his shotgun and pulled the trigger. The shot hit Sticker right on the wrist (wàn). A crisis was thus resolved. The director was about to rush in and arrest Sticker when Daulard suddenly said, "Mr. Director, let me persuade him to surrender." Looking at Daulard career face, director nodded his head.

Daulard comes to Stoke. Sticker's eyes were full of hatred: "The first time you set a wolf to bite me, and the second time you hurt my wrist … is this what dad should do to his son?" Suddenly, Sticker held a pistol in his uninjured hand and put it on Daulard's forehead. Daulard understood that Sticker was hopeless, and he closed his eyes quietly ... At this moment, a Shan Ye's fishy (x and xīng) wind got into his nostrils, and then he heard a horrible howl (hao). Daulard stopped loudly: "Lolo! No! He is my child! " But it was too late, and Lolo, who was furious, had bitten the throat of Stike ...

Daulard buried Stike in the garden behind the house and personally wrote the inscription of this tomb: Evil is like a devil, turning my son into a wolf; But kindness and kindness turned the wolf into my most reliable relative ...

In the afternoon, Daulard rode on Lolo's back and ran into the virgin forest. Since then, no one has ever seen them again ...

Selected Works of Chinese and Foreign Long and Wonderful Touching Stories III

This is the third stroke of 17-year-old Gleiter.

Only this time, this rescue dog, which is equivalent to a centenarian, never miraculously stood up again. Although it tried many times, when its owner Ryo Noguchi was not around, it exhausted all its strength and tried to get up again, but it was really out of strength. Even my eyesight began to decline. I couldn't see the expression on my master's face clearly, but I could feel his touch. Different from before, my master always gently held his front paw for a long time, feeling sad and nostalgic.

Ryo Noguchi still clearly remembers the first time he met Gretel. It was in 1995 that two-year-old Gleiter came to Noguchi's home as the first Japanese rescue dog. At that time, he was young, enthusiastic and lively. It seems that I hit it off with Noguchi and wandered around his wheelchair happily. However, Noguchi is not enthusiastic about it, even a little indifferent. After years of paralysis of the lower limbs, he is dull, melancholy and depressed. He doesn't think there is any fun in life.

However, Gleiter changed him.

on the first night, after watching noguchi fall asleep, he squatted on the bed. At night, Noguchi gently turned over and gave him the urinal. When he urinated, it gently turned its head to one side, as if afraid of his embarrassment. It was not until he finished urinating that he turned his head and looked at him tenderly. Then, I looked at the cup on the cupboard again, as if I were asking him, "Are you thirsty?" Noguchi shook his head, so he put his head on the ground and motioned Noguchi to lie down. That night, Noguchi slept soundly. When he woke up the next day, he noticed that Gleiter was still guarding his bedside in his original posture. Seeing him wake up, he wagged his tail happily, helped Noguchi with socks and clothes, and pushed the wheelchair to the bed. Looking at Noguchi, supported by his arms, struggling to move to a wheelchair, his front paws were scratching the floor very hard, as if cheering for Noguchi.

Noguchi took Gleiter to the supermarket for the first time. As long as he looked at the product for more than 5 seconds, he would put it into the shopping cart neatly, and then put his head on Noguchi's lap, waiting for Noguchi to praise himself. Such intimacy makes Noguchi feel very useful. He can feel that the iceberg in his heart is melting for Gleiter.

And this melting, under the warmth of Gleiter, is becoming more and more rapid.

When Gleiter came back from shopping, he saw someone chatting in the community, so he grabbed trouser legs in Noguchi's mouth and pushed him among his neighbors instead of going upstairs directly. He bowed and circled with his neighbors please, and then fell on Noguchi's lap as if to say to everyone, "This is my master, please take care of him." Because of Gleiter's enthusiasm, Noguchi soon got to know many people. He tried to chat with everyone, but when he spoke, Gleiter always kept his ears straight and listened with special attention. It became his most loyal audience.

After getting familiar with it, Noguchi will say a lot to it, saying that he used to be a table tennis player, that he was desperate after losing his legs in a car accident, that he yearned for a healthy life, and that he hasn't been to the seaside to watch the sunrise for a long time-he seems to say everything he hasn't said in these years. And he listened patiently. When Noguchi said that he was crying at the sad place, he would take a tissue and hand it to him. Then he put his head tightly on Noguchi's legs and made a series of low sounds, as if to say, "I know, I know, it's all over ..."

One morning, when it was still dark outside, Gleiter woke Noguchi up and faced the door. Then, Gleiter pulled Noguchi out of the door and arrived at the bus stop. It barked at the east. Noguchi understood that Gleiter was going to take him to the seaside to watch the sunrise.

that morning, they took the first bus to the seaside. When the red sun leaped to the sea, Gleiter ran merrily by the sea. Sunshine, waves, the beach, and a rescue dog that is so considerate, happiness and happiness spread in Noguchi's heart.

Gradually, Noguchi has changed, and I am willing to communicate with others. I often participate in the activities of the Disabled Association and help other disabled people as much as I can.

the service time of rescue dogs is ten years. In ten years, Gleiter became not only a part of Noguchi's body, but also a part of his mind. When he is happy, he will narrow his eyes into a line and swing his tail like a rattle. And when he is sad, it will lie quietly at his feet and watch him silently with gentle eyes.

After retirement, Gleiter didn't go to the rescue dog pension center for the elderly, but stayed at Noguchi's home and lived alone with him. Noguchi will tell it all his worries, and it really understands. Noguchi often said to his friends, "God took my legs, but he gave me Gleiter. It is not only my legs, but also my most loyal partner. "

One night in p>27, Gleiter was helping Noguchi to take off his shirt.