Bamboo Residence, backyard.
Claire had finished all the beer she had brought, and the two men still couldn’t get enough.
Jason slapped his thigh and said, “I almost forgot, I still have two bottles of Lafite wine here, Claire, wait, I don’t believe I can’t get you drunk.”
When Jason returned to the backyard again, he had two more bottles of wine in his hands.
These two bottles of Lafite wine but last night with Jessie in the Seine French restaurant when he brought back, but the bill is the bum to come over as the wrongdoer Josh Sargent.
Claire’s eyes really can’t see the slightest bit of drunkenness, but is more and more bright and clear, she looked at the two bottles of red wine Jason put on the small table, and was really amazed, said: “ouch, this is still 82 years Lafite ah. Uncle Jason, I can’t see you are still a tycoon, the house still has such good wine hidden. ”
Jason laughed and said, “This wine does not cost money, is a wrongdoer out of pocket, I took the sheep by the hand to the smooth back.”
“Taste it?” The young girl asked.
“That’s for sure.”
Jason opened his mouth, used the wine opener to remove the cork, picked up the value of the 82-year-old Lafite on the glass and poured it inside, and could not care less about sobriety, pick it up and drink.
If this falls in the eyes of some wine tasting masters, may have to scold him for a waste.
Such an expensive red wine, is not such a way to drink?
Claire also picked up the glass and drank it, and I do not know if I tasted the wine, only that she drank it and then went to pour herself a half glass.
Jason did not stop, at first he said Claire up to three cans of beer, but looking at this little girl a can of drinking but also not the slightest drunkenness, but the eyes are getting brighter and clearer, let Jason look a confused, thinking that the little girl is smart and clever, even if it is not in the drinking is also gifted in a thousand glasses of intoxication?
So to the back of Jason also do not care, the right to be their own words as said before as a fart as not count.
Jason could also see that Claire’s family is not ordinary, this kind of generous quality and her ethereal like a fairy temperament, not ordinary family can be cultivated, whether it is the breadth of mind and courage or insight, are far beyond her age.
Only, Claire does not say, and he does not bother to ask.
The only thing he was curious about was nothing more than the fact that this little girl seemed very special to him from the first moment she saw him, and this special was, to put it bluntly, a wave of unspeakable closeness and trust.
Yes, especially that sense of trust, as if Jason had sold her directly to her willingly in general.
If not, which girl would dare to bring beer, barbecue crawfish to a security guard for a drink this night?
“Uncle Jason, tell me your story.” Claire tilted her head, the moment’s style is indescribably good-natured and playful, blinking eyes contain clear waves of light as if to overflow out of the eyes.
Jason glanced at Claire, looking at her moment of style, can not help but some trance, thinking that in time this little girl is afraid than that NoraJessie are to sultry foxy, full of a wretched beauty billet.
“The story? What story?” Jason asked.
“Well-” Claire thought for a moment, a slight twinkle in her eyes, and said, “Just tell us some of your stories from the battlefield.”
“Battlefield? A battlefield filled with bullets and smoke? Look at me as a security guard, aren’t you going too far with me about the battlefield?” Jason laughed.
“Cut! You can hide it from others, but not from me, right? I know Uncle Jason you must have been in the war.”
“How can I tell?”
“The scars on your body, large and small, are the best proof. But don’t tell me that those scars are left by your childhood mischief, say with the ghost to hear the ghost don’t believe.”
“You’re a big kid and you believe it?” Jason dumbfounded laugh, the heart but also has a trace of surprise, it seems that this little ninny eyes are still very sharp, they are not to her open the door when bare, but she noticed the details of his own body full of scars.
“I’m not little!” Claire said with no good grace, she moved the small bench, sat next to Jason, tilted her face to look at the face that had not changed in the memory of the past six years, but only added a little hard and mature, said, “Do you think so?”
“Where does that start?” Jason asked.
The words just fell, Jason is to see Claire did a shocking move, the little girl a hand to his undershirt to lift up.
“Hey, you’re too bold, how can you just lift a man’s clothes? Do you understand that it’s indecent?”
“Just tell us how the scar came to be.”
Claire asked, reaching out and pointing to a narrow scar on the side of Jason’s waist.
Jason tilted his head, as if his thoughts were pulled back many years ago, in that African rainforest, full of bloody killings like yesterday, he said: “This is in a rainforest in Africa, and the enemy warriors unexpectedly encountered, a short battle began. There were many enemy soldiers, but the warriors around me were as brave as tigers, not afraid, but with an overwhelming momentum to attack and kill. At that time, the corner of my eye saw a flash of knife light across the sky, I lunged, the knife from my waist side on the slash, the remaining momentum, cut into the chest of one of my comrades. I still couldn’t save him. The knife penetrated his chest, but he still lunged and opened his mouth to bite off the artery in the neck of that enemy soldier.”
“At that moment when the blood shot up, he smiled and said three words to me -”
“Kill it out!”
At the end, Jason whispered, “His name is Earnie, and he’s a good man.”
Claire quietly listened, for Jason’s tone seemed very calm, but she was still empathetic to his deepest sense of grief and remembrance, but it was all suppressed by him deep inside.
She stopped asking questions, each scar, all represent an unbearable blood and tears, she could not bear the man again to touch the deep inside of the blood-soaked scars.
Jason, however, continued on by himself, “And this wound, see? This is the fragment of the mine explosion. At that time, we were forced to a minefield, suddenly detonated the trick mine blast, originally the person who deserved to die was me. But, at the moment of the explosion, a brother threw me to the ground. When I picked this brother up, his whole body was already a bloody mess, and some debris struck through his body, leaving this indelible mark on my body.”
“His name was Kai, the sixth brother to enter my legion in the first place. The bloody corners of his mouth opened and closed, but he could no longer utter a single word. Looking at his muzzle, I knew what he was saying – or singing, to be precise.”
Jason opened his mouth, and then his low voice echoed in the empty, silent night.
“The wind is fierce, the smoke is rising, the drums of war are beating and shaking heaven and earth!
Head can be broken, blood can be shed, warriors kill the enemy bravely first!
The sun is falling, reflecting like blood, the warrior’s body dies without regret!
The sky is pale, the war burns, ask who can come to fight!
A cup of earth in the red world, brothers drink again in the next life!
Red dust, a cup of earth, brothers in the next life to kill the enemy again!”
Low voice, hoarse voice, sang the faraway, desolate, pathos of the song, simple and unadorned song but let people listen as if the scene before their eyes are able to emerge the scene of blood and fire rendered killing images, as if the ears also echoed the sound of the battle roar, as if to see a warrior regardless of life and death, fearless, this killing and fighting, let the splash of blood dyed red a battle dress.
The night is late and the wind is getting cooler.
At some point, Claire had fallen asleep on Jason’s lap, her eyes closed and her breathing even.
“One cup to tomorrow, one cup to the past, and one cup to our brothers!”
Jason picked up his glass and sipped from it.
The night is cool as water, the beauty is like jade, and one person is drunk on wine.