Infinite Life: Trapped in a lifetime

"This is what Uncle Gallup and I use to hold water. Once filled with water, it can be used for three or four days."

Along one side of the shed, there are several white plastic buckets of different sizes and large transparent mineral water bottles.

Some still have water in them, some are empty, but they are all neatly stacked.

"This is the dining table where Uncle Gallup and I eat."

The young man pulled out a very short folding square table from a pile of items on the left side of the shed.

Unfold it and put it on the mattress in the shed to show it to Modokan.

The folding square table was very old, and the paint on the tabletop was stained and full of gullies, but it was wiped clean.

"It's a flashlight, of course, it doesn't light up now. We're not sure if it's out of battery or broken..."

The young man introduced Mo Dao to the shed where he lived, counted the things in the shed, and showed Mo Dao around his home.

The shed is really small, only a bed wide.

After Mo Dao leaned into the shed, the shed already seemed a little crowded.

At the same time, he was not tall, so Mo Dao could only sit down like a boy.

However, it can be seen from the placement of everything and many details in this shed,

The owner of the shed still has not given up on life.

"While it still had power, in the evening, when Uncle Gallup and I were having dinner, we would turn it on so that the whole shed would be lit up facing here..."

The young man described a scene to Mo Dao and pointed the flashlight that was no longer lit at the top of the shed.

Mo Dao turned back and looked at the young man, then looked at the flashlight in the young man's hand.

"Can you show it to me?"

Every communication had to be translated through mobile phone translation software. The communication between Mo Dao and the boy was actually a bit slow.

But the two of them just exchanged words like this.

"Can you repair it?"

The boy handed over the flashlight.

"Let me take a look."

Mo Dao took the flashlight over.

It was a flashlight with an aluminum casing, a bit bulky, and clearly showing its age.

There may have been some other paint colors on the shell, but obviously they are no longer visible.

Unlike most flashlights now or a long time ago, this flashlight is not rechargeable, but has replaceable batteries.

Mo Dao opened the battery cover and took a look... and it was obviously impossible for Mo Dao to bring the matching battery with him on this trip.

In other words, whether the flashlight was indeed out of power or broken, he couldn't repair it.

"This is something that belongs to Uncle Gallup. He said he has owned it for a long time. We originally agreed that when our house was built, we would put it in the house and it would be able to light up the house, but it couldn't light up. …”

The young man continued to speak.

Mo Dao thought about it and prepared to take out the batteries and use the traditional 'old method' of crushing or biting the batteries to squeeze out the last remaining power from these batteries.

However, when the battery was taken out, Mo Dao saw that the three large batteries inside were all deflated, and two of them even had teeth marks on them.

"Haha, are you going to bite it? I've already bitten it, but it still doesn't light up."

Seeing Mo Dao's reaction, the boy laughed for the first time.

But after I finished laughing, I felt a little disappointed.

"Feel sorry."

Mo Dao installed the flashlight and handed it back to the boy.

"It's okay, do you want to visit again?"

"If it's convenient."

"Well, look at this. This is the bowl that Uncle Gallup and I eat from. He and I both have it."

"Look at this..."

After letting go of his initial wariness, the young man actually had a lot to say when he was willing to communicate.

The young man continued to take one thing after another and introduced it to Mo Dao.

Mo Dao also listened.

From time to time, the sound of some shells exploding could be heard outside the shed and in the distance outside the town.

But there is indeed nothing to visit in the entire shed.

Although there are a lot of things on display, you can see them all at a glance.

More often than not, I just listen to teenagers talk about how useful these things are to them.

"This is a trowel. Uncle Gallup and I each have one. We use it to shovel mud by the river, then put it into this wooden box, and then drag it back here to build a house."

Soon, the boy came to the last few things.

The two trowels fixed on the side of the shed near the earth wall were pointed out to Mo Dao by the young man.

There was also a wooden box placed beside the shed, and the young man pointed it out to Mo Dao.

The two trowels with longer and shorter handles are both there, as well as the wooden box containing the mud.

After the young man pointed it out to Mo Dao, he paused and looked at Mo Dao again.

Mo Dao glanced at the young man, then looked around the shed, looking at the earthen wall against which the shed leaned.

There are some simple patterns of charcoal paintings on the earthen walls.

"Do you like painting? Want to be a painter?"

"No, when I grow up, I want to be a man with a lot of guns."

"What if Kerner's war is over? There is no more war."

"Then I want to be a doctor."

"Why?"

"You can make a lot of money."

Mo Dao asked, and the young man answered.

After saying these few words, the shed became quiet for a moment.

Then, the young man lowered his head and said suddenly,

"He's dead."

"..."

Mo Dao paused for a moment before he realized that the young man referred to him as Gallup.

For a moment, Mo Dao didn't know what to say when facing this skinny young man.

Just signaled Lu Hong outside to temporarily move the camera away,

to give the boy some respect.

"It was Gallup."

The boy lowered his head, reached out and took one of the two mud shovels next to him, and held it in his hand.

"He was shot dead while digging mud by the river."

The boy said earlier that Gallup went to dig mud, but the two mud shovels were here.

"He was a bit heavy, I can't drag him back. I left him on the river bank and covered him with mud."

The boy's narration was not hoarse, but he felt particularly strong in the calm.

But the content was enough to make anyone living in peace feel an extreme depression.

"Uncle Gallup is a good man. I fled here, and it was Uncle Gallup who left me."

The boy's tears dripped on the wooden handle of the mud shovel,

The boy buried his head a little more, obviously not wanting people to see his fragile appearance.

Mo Dao looked at the boy flatly, without saying anything to comfort him, and the boy didn't need any comfort.

Any words of comfort were just weak at this time.

Mo Dao just listened quietly and waited.

When the boy gradually stopped talking and just stared at the mud shovel in a trance,

Mo Dao asked again,

"What do you want to do next?"

Mo Dao's words were translated and conveyed to the boy's ears.

The boy raised his head and looked at Mo Dao. He seemed to have no answer.

Perhaps he had never thought about this question.

"Have you ever thought about building it?"

Mo Dao touched the earth wall on the side of the shed with his hand. It belonged to this house that had not been fully built.

"...Uncle Gallup and I originally planned to build it. I should build it...but I can't do it."

The boy was silent for a while and replied,

"I can't move the mud by myself..."

There was some despair in the boy's words.

"Then wait until you grow up a little before doing this."

Mo Dao gave the boy an answer.

The boy looked at Mo Dao without saying anything,

but then looked at the earth wall next to him with many emotions in his eyes.

Mo Dao's words reminded him that there might be something he could do next.

He should repair the house he and Uncle Gallup lived in. To do this, he should work hard to grow up!

But he was still not sure if he could do these things.

Even during the short time he and Mo Dao were talking, there were still gunshots and even bombings outside the town from time to time.

"Yeah."

But the boy finally nodded in agreement.