Chapter 641 (1/2)
The heavy rain continued.
The world is full of continuous clatter.
The falling rain and the water drops from the tree tops made a slight sound.
All eyes are misty rain and fog.
It was dark when I looked up.
There was cold water vapor on my face.
Luge walked slowly towards the camp of pingman Legion at the foot of the mountain under the heavy rain.
Just then, a familiar male voice sounded from behind him:
”Luge!”
Hearing the familiar male voice, luge turned his head.
I saw a young man in a raincoat made of thatch walking towards him quickly with something in his hand.
”Moka...” Lugar whispered the name of the young man who was walking towards him quickly.
This person is luge's good friend - luge.
”Luge.” After walking quickly to luge's body, Moka stuffed such things in his hands into luge's arms, ”it's raining heavily now. Take this.”
Luge looked at the things in his arms.
It's a raincoat.
”Moka...” Lugar raised his eyes from his raincoat in his arms, looked directly at Moka in front of him, and said with a bitter smile, ”in this case, aren't you afraid of being criticized for sending a raincoat to my britannian?”
”If I were afraid, I wouldn't come to give you your raincoat. And - Lugar, you're not britannian, are you? ”
Moka chongluge said:
”I'm not smart, so I don't know whether it's good or bad to surrender to the britannians.”
”But I know Lugar, you are a man who loves heleb more than anyone else.”
”I believe Lugar, you are by no means a person who will choose to surrender to the britannians for personal desires.”
”I'm sure Lugar, you're not going to hurt our Helai department.”
Hua la la la
The rain continued.
Lugar slowly hugged the raincoat in his arms.
”... thank you.” Luge smiled happily at Moka, ”really... Thank you very much...”
After that, luge unfolded his raincoat, put it on himself, turned around and continued to walk towards the foot of the mountain.
Looking at Lugar's lonely back, he wanted to say something more.
But all kinds of words poured into his throat, but Mocha just couldn't reveal them.
……
……
Tick... Tick
The rain finally stopped.
The raindrops hanging from the treetops slipped down from time to time and dropped in the mud or puddles below, making a clear sound.
The dark clouds in the sky broke into pieces.
One piece of land in the East and one piece of land in the West wander in the sky like washing.
The long lost sunshine came out from behind the clouds, plating a circle of Phnom Penh on each dark cloud and the new white cloud.
Moka, who had just returned to the tribe, slowly took off his raincoat.
After taking off his raincoat, the conversation between two women not far from Moka suddenly came into Moka's ears: