Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 812: 488, might as well do something while idle

The stones thrown at Qing Chen were piled by him into a wind-blocking stone wall.

And then it was pushed over.

Jindai soldiers angrily dismantled it, their eyes filled with resentment as they looked at the boy in the pigsty.

Perhaps even they themselves didn’t know where this resentment came from, just feeling that the boy was challenging them, challenging the authority of the A02 base in front of prisoners for more than ten years.

For so many years, no prisoner dared to confront them like this. Jindai soldiers enjoyed the cowardly demeanor of prisoners not daring to look them in the eye.

Even looking them directly in the eye was a form of offense.

But now, not only was there someone daring to look them in the eye, but also repeatedly provoking them through his actions.

Jindai soldiers had never felt this angry before.

The last time they encountered such a prisoner was nineteen years ago with Qing Mu.

Qing Chen watched as the group of Jindai soldiers pushed over the stone walls and did not get angry.

He just patted the black pig beside him on the head, “Remember these people, they are the ones who tore down our wind-blocking wall.”

The Jindai soldiers gave Qing Chen a glance, thinking to themselves if this guy was crazy?!

Only when Qing Chen’s gaze swept towards the Jindai soldiers, they instinctively looked away, not daring to meet his eyes.

This made them even angrier.

In the distance, some newly dispatched prisoners muttered, “What’s the point? Will Jindai really allow him to pile up that wall? If I were him, I’d save my strength, otherwise, overexertion without food, how would you endure the night? So stupid.”

“Exactly, what’s the use of acting like a hero here.”

The intelligence personnel of Qing’s Family looked at the few who spoke but said nothing, merely watching silently.

By evening, the stone wall was piled up again.

When the stone wall was built for the first time, all the prisoners were in their own areas, unable to see the process or understand the difficulty involved.

They thought more about: If it were them, they could build one overnight too.

But it was not until they saw the stone wall gradually appear during the day that they understood what Qing Chen had gone through.

The shackles on those hands were particularly heavy, so much so that even bending down to pick up a fist-sized stone caused Qing Chen to tremble.

The prisoners watched as the stone wall appeared bit by bit, enclosing the pigsty.

By evening, Jindai soldiers rushed over again and pushed over the entire stone wall.

Qing Chen said nothing.

The prisoners said nothing either.

Gradually, everyone felt the atmosphere turning heavy. Even those prisoners not belonging to Qing’s Family stopped making mocking remarks.

The stone wall built painfully over a day fell again.

But when another dawn arrived, and the prisoners walked out of their areas, they saw the stone wall had reappeared.

In cycles, Jindai soldiers rushed over again to dismantle the stone wall.

Qing Chen remained calm.

This struggle made him even more serene.

This time, after demolishing the stone wall, the Jindai soldiers left, while Qing Chen began picking up stones to build a new wall.

People can stand up again after being knocked down; stone walls can be rebuilt after being pushed over.

When fate offers you a choice, you only need to choose between falling or standing up, and then the remaining pain becomes unimportant.

As prisoners passed by the pigsty, they saw Qing Chen’s hands, swollen, with cracked backs due to the cold.

They knew Qing Chen hadn’t eaten for over forty hours, a terrifying situation in this severe cold.

Just then, someone passed by the pigsty and suddenly asked Qing Chen from a few meters away, “Why bother? You know the wall will be pushed down again.”

Qing Chen thought for a moment and replied, “Idle hands are the devil’s workshop.”

The prisoners were stunned. They expected Qing Chen to say some grand theory, give a series of speeches, but unexpectedly, it was such a laughably absurd answer.

To the point that no one knew how to respond, so everyone fell silent.

Qing Chen continued building the stone wall, still very calm.

You couldn’t even feel the presence of suffering.

The prisoners started transporting the stones.

“Isn’t he tired?”

“How could he not be tired.”

A middle-aged prisoner suddenly couldn’t help but say, “Don’t you think, he’s like that officer nineteen years ago. Younger than that officer, yet more stubborn…”

They had been imprisoned here for nineteen years.

How many nineteen years does a person have in life?

Nineteen years is too long.

So long that they almost forgot the stubborn, resolute, and determined expression Qing Mu had back then.

Every day they were in a situation of not having enough to eat or wear, hoping daily for the cold winter to pass quickly. But winters here were exceptionally long.

Every day they thought about how to survive, having no time to reminisce about the past.

This is the destruction of will by life.

People are like strangely shaped stones on dry land, continuously eroded and polished by wind and sand.

Until this day, they saw Qing Chen and remembered that person nineteen years ago and the strong will he had brought to them.

At this moment, they recalled the never-falling Qing Mu.

It seemed Officer Qing Mu was still here, and they were still young.

Still carrying passion and enthusiasm.

For a moment, they had the illusion that the stubborn person from nineteen years ago had returned, never having left.

A small flame reignited.

Though still very small.

Someone said softly, “I really miss it.”