After drinking two glasses of wine, Chen He's words began to increase.

Regarding Kahesha's secret, he kept his mouth shut for two months, and except for telling the diary, even his wife did not reveal a word. I can't tell you what is going on today, but being in this most special place in the world, he has the desire to talk through the strength of wine, and he forgets the rules he has set, and tells Ivan what happened, and laughs at the end, mocking his stupidity.

I thought that such an absurd thing would definitely amuse Ivan, and even if the old man was not used to emotional exposure, at least he had to have a slightly different expression. But when he finished laughing and looked at the other party, his heart sank down, and he didn't know what he said wrong.

"You said that the female doctor named Kahesha had marks on her temples that resembled a soldering iron, and she mentioned making amends when she was leaving?" Ivan thoughtfully put down his glass and asked Chen He.

His voice, which was already low and hoarse, was even more solemn at this time, as if he had just heard an extremely terrible news.

Chen He nodded in surprise, unable to say a word.

Ivan stood up, hunched over and pacing up and down the room, not knowing what he was thinking. Chen He stared at him silently, his surprise turning into suspicion, waiting for him to speak again.

However, Ivan did not mention anything again.

That meal was the most humiliating drink in a cabin in the woods in thirty years. Chen He doesn't like to get to the bottom of things, but when he obviously feels that the other party is hiding something from him, but can't find a way to confirm it, he will panic. And this time, his panic was as strong as ever, and he vaguely felt that it was not as simple as he had thought in the past.

By the time he said goodbye to Ivan, it was already dark outside. Summer is the season for fireflies, and countless of them are emitting yellow-green glow in the woods filled with the scent of earth and grass.

The light of a firefly is faint, but when thousands of them gather together, it can produce the momentum of the light flow. The flow of light breaks the integrity of the night, as if to explain a truth to the people who live in this world: there is no real weakness in this world, even if it is a humble creature like a germ, as long as it knows how to "unite" with its own kind, its strength will increase infinitely, and it will be endlessly strong.

As in every goodbye in the past, Ivan simply sent Chen He to the door before stopping, staring at his back and disappearing into the night.

Chen He also told the old man to pay attention to his body as usual when he was leaving, and he would see Yunyun next week, but it was the first time, and he suddenly stopped after walking out of the wooden fence door and looked back a few times.

In the wooden house, the dim light shone from behind the old man, turning him into a thin silhouette like a piece of paper as it passed him, as if he only existed because of the nostalgia of others, but in fact he no longer belonged to the world. But when Chen He looked again, he was delusional that he had been swallowed up by a large glowing mouth, and if the light went out, he would disappear from the birch forest, and he would never be found again.

At that moment, Chen He couldn't remember his appearance clearly, as if he was really an old tree that had been growing here, and he was accidentally mixed with countless birches, and he couldn't tell which one of them he was, but when he looked around, he was everywhere.

In a trance, Ivan's shadow seemed to shout something at Chen He, he was stunned for a moment, and was about to ask a question, but the shadow was bent and deformed, and soon disappeared in the dim incandescent light, so all imagination flew away - Ivan obviously didn't intend to say it again, let alone explain, and quickly closed the door.

"Don't assume! Is that what Ivan said? What does he mean? Chen He muttered, although he was full of doubts, but he didn't go back to knock on the door without interest.

That night, Chen He didn't keep a diary for the first time because he drank too much.

When he got home, no one paid attention, so he fell into bed and covered his head and slept. I thought I could sleep like this until the sun was shining, but I was woken up in the middle of the night by a rare noise.

He was having strange dreams that were so strange that the noise of the dream spread out of his dreams, startling him to jump out of bed. His wife woke up earlier than him, and was trembling with the horns, staring at the window with frightened eyes.

The pale yellow curtains embroidered with large chrysanthemums turned into golden red at this time, and the golden red was extremely uneven, showing a trend of gradually fading from top to bottom, and flashing bright and dark.

The golden red that shone through the glass window was the light of fire, and the noise outside the window did not come from one direction, but filled every corner of the town, and it seemed that no one was asleep at this time.

Chen He woke up the moment he opened his eyes, jumped out of bed barefoot and opened the curtains, the golden red color cracked to both sides with a "bang", and the more dazzling red light instantly blocked the line of sight.

He struggled to get used to it, and when he was finally able to squint, he saw a dark black half-shadow on the glass window. It was him, overlapping with the flames east of town, countless splashes of sparks flying wildly, and the illuminated sky in the background behind him, and he believed that he was in hell, turning from a living person into an eerie ghost.

The easternmost townspeople were the first to notice the fire, knocking on the aluminum basin with a spatula and rushing out to put out the fire.

Only 20 minutes after the fire broke out, all five fire trucks of the Suifenhe City Fire Squadron arrived, and another hour later, the Mudanjiang Fire Department also rushed to reinforce them. On the other side of the birch forest, Soviet Primorye was affected, and Vladivostok immediately dispatched border guards on a large scale to extinguish the fire.

But this forest fire is more ferocious than ever before, dozens of white water dragons are circling fiercely over the forest, and the power that actually acts on the fire is as weak as water droplets hitting the burning pyre, and after a burst of white smoke, thousands of fire snakes rise up again and twist together, still rampant unscrupulously.

Whether the cause of the fire was the spontaneous combustion of trees or the deliberate arson, humanity lost its ability to defend itself against the ravaging fire demons. Before dawn, half of the dozens of fire trucks had stopped working because the water had run out, and the fire situation was basically out of control.

Unkempt and covered in mud and mud, the people stared at the flames from afar with dull eyes, and finally gave up the fight against the fire demons. They prayed helplessly, praying that a thunderstorm would come down at this time, and only the thunderstorm could save their hearts from despair.

In just a few hours, more than a dozen firefighters from both China and the Soviet Union died in the fire. Their young lives are like meteors drawing a brilliant trajectory in the sky, but the trajectory is obscured by the intense firelight, losing even the brilliance of a momentary flicker.

The inhabitants of Natalie Town wept together, what will they have to gain this winter after the destruction of the forest they depend on?