Under the dim kerosene lamp, a female nurse with long eyelashes and big eyes had taken off her mask and was sitting at a table.

And the one in the same room with her was a small dustpan that was almost wrapped in gauze into a brown slap.

The small dustpan was seriously injured. At this time, his fire of life seemed to be like the kerosene lamp on the table, and the light as big as a soybean seemed to be extinguished at any time.

However, although the small dustpan was seriously injured, there was no injury on his face.

After the operation, his face was wiped by the nurse, so it became much cleaner. The dim light added a hint of mystery to him. Especially the outline of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose makes people feel that he is the resolute and brave soldier who once killed the enemy on the battlefield.

The female nurse, who was about the same age as Xiaohuojian, looked at Xiaohuojian with her hands leaning on her chin, as if there were endless stories behind the face of Xiaohuojian.

I don’t know how long the female nurse stared at the dustpan, but suddenly the door opened with a creak, and as the door was pushed open, the evening breeze blew in with the cold air outside the house.

The young nurse who was sitting at the table watching the small dustpan woke up suddenly and couldn't help but say "Oh" because the wind blew the kerosene lamp, which was not big, and the room was darkened, as if the fire of life of the small dustpan was about to be extinguished.

However, as the door was closed, the wind outside the room was blocked, and the flames that were blown off from the kerosene lamp magically started to rise again, and the light inside the room was brighter.

"Oh, Sister Zimu, you're scared.

You were tired after the surgery in the afternoon. Go and rest, I'll do it for you." The door opened because another smaller nurse walked in.

"It's okay, I'll be there for a while." The female nurse named "Zi Mu" replied.

"Then you'll be there for a while. I think you're not here for a while. I just opened the door and saw you staring at someone in a daze." The little nurse chuckled.

"What's so strange about being dazed? I'll be dazed when I see anything." Zi Mu also smiled.

Logically speaking, a person who can stare at anything must have a dull look.

For example, when a mental patient in a mental hospital looks at someone else, his eyes are not straightforward, but Zi Mu is not, but her eyes are lively and lively.

"It seems like I've heard you say that you will be stunned when you look at flowers, plants, objects, even a bill, a pipe, or even a broken bowl of beggars.

Why, Sister Zimu, can you tell anything?" the young nurse asked curiously while sitting down at the table.

"How do you say it?" Zimu raised his chin and looked at the young soldier on the hospital bed. She thought for a while before saying, "For example, a banknote, it first came out of the mint factory and then began to circulate in the world.

Maybe it has advanced the hands of the rich, and the rich man will eat, gamble, and smoke and spend it.

If the rich man bought a pancake, the money would go to an ordinary family again, and the family had a filial son, but his mother was sick, so he would go to get medicine for her, and the money would go to the medicine shop again."

"Stop! Sister Zimu, if you think like this, what's the end!" The young nurse interrupted Zimu's reverie.

"Of course it's over." Zimu rolled his eyes and smiled, "Then, the shopkeeper of the medicine shop took the money to a tailor's house with Li. The aunt named Li collected the money and said, "Oh, my little girl has been married since she was a child, and now she has grown up. I just use this money to buy silk for her as a dowry."

"Oh, Sister Zimu, why did you arrange it on me?" The young nurse suddenly realized.

It turned out that her surname was Li, and her family also did needlework. It was because she was married to a baby that she didn't want to get married and finally became a nurse with Zimu.

Seeing that he had successfully fabricated it, Zi Mu smiled his eyes into a crescent moon.

"I'm talking about me, then tell me why you had to save this Northeastern man? I also used such precious medicine. Could it be that you fell in love with someone? Now I'm staring at him blankly." The young nurse began to fight back.

"Nannan, don't talk nonsense." Zimu said angrily, "I don't know if he can survive now. I saved him because someone told them that the surname Zhang was not a good person, and the other was because this person was the first anti-Japanese warrior I met. I was very curious about his story. I wanted to save him and listen to him tell me the story of the anti-Japanese war in person."

"Oh-I understand, so you go find your godfather, right?" The young nurse, who is called Nannan, understood.

"Yes, my godfather certainly wanted to save this soldier after he knew about this. His godfather also said that the Northeast Army was a friendly army, so he couldn't ignore it.

I really long to know the battle story of this person! He was shot four times, and I think he must be an amazing hero." Zimu said as he looked at the small dustpan with his eyes closed under the kerosene lamp.

The night is already very dark. Although the village where the hospital is located is not called the front line, it is also a front line hospital, so the village is now dark.

But then again, the so-called light controls in rural China do not need to be implemented at all. Even some first-tier cities do not have electric lights, let alone here.

So in the night, the room where the curtains in the yard were lying with small dustpans with uncertain life and death was the only little dim light.

At this time, in this village, a man suddenly stood up in the darkness and sat up from the ground. Then his body leaned against the wall, and sweat was flowing down his head, while he himself was gasping for breath.

After a while, the man's breath calmed down.

"Twenty-two**! I'm really old, I can wake myself up even if I have a dream." The man murmured in a low voice, that's Wang Laomao.

Wang Laomao probably wouldn't mention it to anyone in his life. Wang Laomao, who had been bearded and drank the flesh slice soup and killed the Japanese devils, was actually scared to death by dreams, just like the dead Ma Ganer who had just joined the army back then.

This is so fucking!

"Oh, I hope the little dustpan is fine!" Wang Laomao muttered again, then stared at the ubiquitous darkness as if he wanted to see something.

The female nurse named Zimu was guarding the small dustpan. Wang Laomao dreamed that the small dustpan died and was destined to suffer from insomnia.

But at this time, in another village not far from the front line, Shang Zhen had already woken up.

They were all the same darkness, but Shang Zhen felt the warmth. He subconsciously moved his hand, and then his hand touched a woman's smooth hair.

Hum? Shang Zhen subconsciously pulled his hand down, and this time he touched the slender waist of a young woman. The waist down was the bulge of the human body. This, uh, I didn't want to touch it, but I also touched it.

What's wrong? Are you dreaming? Shang Zhen, who had just woken up from hunger, confirmed it with his hands.

This time he confirmed that he had not dreamed, and he was holding a person in his arms, a young woman who was destined to have the beauty of falling fish and falling geese, which was Gao Yuyan!

Shang Zhen is not Liu Xiahui, or even if he and Gao Yuyan were together for some reasons, he was Liu Xiahui, but when a person just woke up and his wiseness was weak, no one would be willing to do it or have the ability to do it.

Shang Zhen's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he felt some change in his body and mind.

If, here is to say, if, if, if Shang Zhen didn't have that, he would be destined to do something tonight.

But since it is if, then that is not going to happen.

Just when Shang Zhen felt his body change, he suddenly frowned and his body trembled because he felt pain in a certain part of his body.

It hurts so much!

The pain directly dispelled Shang Zhen's thoughts.
Chapter completed!