"Zhengzi! Get on the grenade!" The thunderous roar made his ears buzz.

The faces were covered in blood, thick smoke, corpses, howling shells, blood red, blood red everywhere! The loess that had been crushed into powder by shells on the position flowed into black blood, which was shocking...

Lu Zheng suddenly opened his eyes, and the dreamy shot seemed to be still in front of him. He was breathing heavily, his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Blue sheets, blue ceilings, and facing the bed are TV cabinets and a color TV. This is Los Angeles Sidsai Hospital, the best private ophthalmology and brain department in the United States. The conditions are also excellent. In China, some short-term products have to be supplied with tickets. Compared with this, the United States is really a paradise.

Lu Zheng sighed softly in his heart. He has often had such nightmares over the past year. Recently, the frequency of nightmares has gradually become less high than before.

Today, perhaps because of the jet lag, I just lay on the head of the bed and took a nap and even had a nightmare.

On the hospital bed next to him, my uncle Han Ping was sitting and chatting with my mother. In fact, most of the time, my uncle was talking, saying that it was inconvenient abroad. My mother just listened and occasionally responded, but always asked her tone to ask her uncle to recover from her wounds with peace of mind, etc.

It can be seen that there are many feelings between brothers and sisters.

In the hospital ward in Los Angeles, my mother's green military uniform and red collar seal are so bright and special.

My uncle wanted to adapt to his mother's personality more than he did. He had white gauze wrapped in his eyes and had just had a pre-operative examination. He was about to enter the operating room at four o'clock this afternoon.

"Xiao Jing, I'm so sorry to ask you to come to the territory of the US imperial court." My uncle kept complaining and blaming himself. At first, he disagreed with coming to the US.

Their generation's perception of the United States cannot be changed overnight.

My mother's identity is very special. Moreover, in Los Angeles, my mother's usual red collar and green military uniform is really bright and uneasy to Americans. This military uniform comes from the red world and was once a nightmare for the American imperialist.

After my uncle talked for a long time, my mother finally said lightly: "It's not good to talk more, you have to rest."

My uncle smiled helplessly, but then stretched out his hand and said, "Zhengzi, is Zhengzi here?"

Lu Zheng hurriedly reached out to him and said, "Uncle, I'm here, don't worry, the afternoon surgery will definitely go smoothly."

Han Ping patted Lu Zheng's hand, grabbed it tightly, and sighed and said, "I, I am not worried about my eyes, life and death are alive, right?"

"Zhengzi, I always think you may be the only man in the old Lu family... including your father, you have no courage!"

Lu Zheng was helpless and said, "Uncle, my son has never heard of his father's mistakes. Besides, my father is not what you said..."

Han Ping laughed and said, "Look, it's still from the Lu family? My uncle is a foreigner after all, right?"

Lu Zheng coughed: "That's not what I mean."

Han Ping laughed and said, "It's okay, what I said is not what you think." His smile gradually faded, and he turned to Han Jing and said, "Girl, are you going out for a walk? You can't listen to what Zhengzi and I said."

If it were someone else, he would definitely ask curiously, what did I, a mother, not listen to? But Han Jing stood up and walked out.

Han Ping sighed deeply as he heard the sound of the ward door and the footsteps went away, and said, "Zhengzi, if my surgery fails... (Lu Zheng just wanted to speak, he pinched Lu Zheng's hand) Listen to me..."

"If my surgery fails, I will not worry anyone. Your cousin is very good at it. Your second uncle is taking care of this family. I am not worried. What I worry most is your mother, my old sister."

"She is too strong. Isn't it? The director of the General Administration Department of Production Management was doing well, but because he did not agree to stagnate the large aircraft project, he almost stood aside! If there weren't many uncles and uncles in the Military Commission now knowing her and pitying her for her talents, she would have transferred her to such an important department as the Central Guard Corps, I'm afraid that my sister would be completely frozen this time!"

Han Ping sighed again, and said in a heavy tone: "In the future, I see that this world will definitely be turbulent. At that time, the Han family and the Lu family will not know whether they will become victims. You promise me not to fight for it, just be safe! When there is a big change in the future, it is better to accompany your mother to plow the fields. In any case, don't let her be hurt! Her temper can't stand being splashed with people!"

"You must promise me!" Han Ping held Lu Zheng's hand tightly.

Lu Zheng really didn't expect that as an ordinary worker, his uncle could see so thoroughly about many things, and his worries would really become a fact in the future.

However, now that I have more of my own factor, I should be able to change in the future, right?

Lu Zheng patted Han Ping's hand and said solemnly: "Don't worry, uncle, I promise you that I will take good care of my mother! In the future, no one will hurt her!"

With his eyes blindfolded, Han Ping could hear more clearly the solemnity and vague domineering in Lu Zheng's words. He was slightly stunned. This child is not simple.

But Han Ping didn't say much, just held Lu Zheng's hand and nodded silently.

...

On the small flower ping, Lu Zheng sat on the bench, admiring the colorful flowers of the flowers.

This is a small garden behind the ophthalmic ward building. The air is fresh. Lu Zheng sighed in his heart that this private hospital with a century-old history charges expensive fees and various services are also extremely complete.

Several blond and blue-eyed nurses in white walked past the path in the lawn, which was really pleasing to the eye.

My uncle entered the operating room. All he could do now is pray for him and hope that his surgery would be successful.

After seeing many separations in life and death, Lu Zheng's heart is sometimes harder than steel, but today, his heart is indescribable.

He reached out and found a whistle made of bullet shells. The golden shell was slightly shiny. Lu Zheng gently stroked it, as if it had life.

This was given to him by the deputy platoon Brother Liu, but Brother Liu had already died heroically in the battle of Nanshan.

There are many tragic past events that I don’t want to recall, but in this foreign country, I just occasionally saw the scenes of the family crying when the patient died, and some pictures surged up like a tide, which was uncontrollable.

He slowly pressed his lips against the cold whistle, and his heart felt a little tingling. Scenes of past events passed by his eyes. He blew the whistle gently, and the whistle made a slightly hoarse metal flute sound, as deep as his mood now.

Lu Zheng sang silently: "Maybe I say goodbye and will never come back, do you understand? Do you understand? Maybe I fall and will never rise again, do you still have to look forward to it forever?...Maybe my eyes can no longer be opened, do you understand my silent feelings? Maybe I will not wake up after sleep, do you believe that I have turned into mountains?...If so, don't be sad, the flag of the Republic has our blood-stained style!"

The hoarse but sonorous whistle slowly stopped, and Lu Zheng also fell silent.

Where are the deceased comrades now?

I don’t know how long it took, but a gentle sigh came from the side: “Your whistle is blowing very special and beautifully, just like the soul is singing!”

The person who spoke was a small patient wearing a white and blue patient dress sitting a few steps away. He was not tall, covered with white gauze and even sunglasses on his eyes. However, from his figure and the sound of his speech, he was about eight or nine years old.

She spoke English, which was a little stiff, probably not her mother tongue, but she was very beautiful. After going to the sea in her previous life, Lu Zheng studied and was proficient in English, German and even French, and could have simple conversations. However, it was not useful for a long time in this life.

"White Garnish" is the nickname given to her by Lu Zheng. After staying in the army for a long time, Lu Zheng also has the bad habit of a soldier, such as giving people nicknames.

Yesterday, Bai Xiabao met Lu Zheng in a small garden, but she didn't say anything. When Lu Zheng blew the whistle, she listened silently. After Lu Zheng blew the whistle, she turned into a wheelchair and left quietly. Lu Zheng could feel that the little girl seemed to be full of thoughts.

When Lu Zheng heard Bai Weibao talking to him, he was a little surprised and shook his head and said, "What's the good thing about me?" Today's atmosphere really felt a little desolate.

"I heard from Dr. Harris, you are from Red China?" There was a little curious in the tone of the white yarn bag.

Lu Zheng nodded and said, "Yes."

"Your whistle is made of bullet shells, right? Are you a Red China soldier? Are you injured in the war? Have you ever killed the enemy?"

Lu Zheng was silent for a while, and there was no need to explain that he was just here to visit the disease, so he nodded slightly, and the white gauze bag seemed to be a little surprised.

After a long time, Lu Zheng asked, "Didn't you scare you?" The red world that made the West tremble, and China is the most important member of the red world. Lu Zheng knew what Chinese soldiers mean to Westerners. Because of all kinds of misunderstandings, many times, in the eyes of Westerners, the Chinese and Soviet soldiers from the Red World represent lifeless war machines, represent terror and death.

Bai Weibao shook his head gently and said, "I just think your whistle blows so hard that I want to cry. You have a lot of worries, right?"

Lu Zheng did not answer her question and asked, "Where are you from? What disease do you have?"

Baishabao said: "I am a German, Federal Germany, which is what you call West Germany."

Lu Zheng nodded slightly.

Bai Shibao said again: "I have a tumor in my brain and I can't operate. Dr. Harris said, I won't live this Christmas."

Lu Zheng was stunned and looked at her in shock. Listening to her silence, it seemed that she was not talking about her life and death at all. How old is this little girl, she is too open-minded. Perhaps, when life is about to pass, people can truly think about the meaning of this life. Life and death are just a short moment in the long river of the universe. What's the point?

After a while, Lu Zheng said: "You can't say that. Nowadays, science is booming. The second generation of brain CT machines will be released soon. Maybe your disease is not that serious."

Bai Shabao said: "I know my own affairs, but thank you for your comfort. You know a lot, but my cause is very simple, but I just can't undergo surgery."

Lu Zheng knew that after all, CT machines were just for checking the condition and did not represent anything, and they were even more powerless in scanning the head. Looking at the little girl who had reached the end of her life, Lu Zheng couldn't help but think silently, what would he think when his life was at the end of his life? Power and wealth were like passing clouds. Who are the people who could be remembered by history?

The feeling of pity for the little girl gradually fades away. So what if you and I live for a few more years? You and I may not be able to have a wonderful world. Lu Zheng asked: "You often come to the small garden, do you have any worries?"

Baishabao nodded slightly and said, "I'm here to think about the problem." He spoke very seriously, which was very inconsistent with her age.

Lu Zheng laughed and asked with interest: "What's the question?" He only thought that this little girl with a short lifespan was really interesting and too young adult.

Baishabao said: "I am thinking about the Nasdaq and the Dow Jones Index, and using microeconomics to explain the functional relationship between market consumption and stocks."

Lu Zheng was stunned. What is this little bean sprout? Looking at the white veil bag in surprise, he couldn't help but smile and said, "You will definitely be the richest man in the world in the future."

Bai Wei Bao could see that Lu Zheng was joking, but he was not upset and said, "I won't live next year."

Lu Zheng's smile slowly dissipated. After a while, he said: "If you want to trade stocks and real estate, you can enter the Japanese market now. Starting this year, the Japanese stock market will experience a crazy bull market, especially the telecommunications industry, which will have hundreds of times the returns in the next few years."

Bai Xiabao nodded slightly and said, "What you said is similar to what I thought."

Lu Zheng was stunned. The Japanese stock market plummeted by more than 2,000 points the year before last year, but this was the night before dawn in the early stage of the bubble economy. Many people think that the Japanese stock market is the darkest period, and not many people can see the bright prospects. This little girl's background should be unusual, right? After all, the Japanese economy is rising and falling like a roller coaster, and behind it, the shadows of various mysterious consortiums are inseparable.

Lu Zheng thought for a while and said, "Next year, the United States will inevitably sign an agreement with your country and Japan to force the US dollar to depreciate the most. I guess the yen will be the yen, followed by Mark. If you are planning to short the yen and enter the Japanese stock market and real estate market at the beginning, it will be fine to get several times of the return in two or three years. This is just a conservative estimate. If you operate well, it is very likely to be ten times or a hundred times."

The white gauze wrapped tilted her tight little head, and it seemed that she was looking at Lu Zheng carefully through the black lenses.

Lu Zheng smiled and said, "Don't you believe it?" While he was talking, he saw several white men and women walking to the north of the lawn. They were all young men and women in their twenties. The young white men walking in front were very tall, about two meters tall, fat and strong, and felt a sense of oppression when standing in front of people.

"Iris, why are you running out again? I have told you many times, don't talk to people of unknown origin." The white young man looked at Lu Zheng alertly, complaining to the white veil bag in a reproachful tone. His speaking speed was very fast, in German with a Bonn accent.

Bai Sabao said calmly: "He is a good man, a soldier from China, injured on the battlefield, Carl, you are not as brave as him."

The white young man snorted and turned to Lu Zheng and said in English: "Chinese, don't harass my sister." Obviously, he had no way to deal with this sister.

Lu Zheng smiled and said to Bai Shibao: "It turns out that your name is IRIS, and the name is very good. The Greek goddess of rainbow. In my country, Iris means a kind of eagle tail with magical and beautiful feathers. I hope you will be like an eagle in the future, and you will never be dead at a young age."

He said this in German, Bai Shabao and her brother both looked at Lu Zheng with wide eyes in surprise.

The white young man suddenly asked, "Are you a spy? You deliberately approach my sister?" The soldier from Red China was proficient in German, which was suspicious.

Lu Zheng smiled and said, "I'm worried that you are a spy, so I'm deliberately approaching me."

"Carl, go." Baiyabao turned his wheelchair.

Lu Zheng could also see that Bai Shabao's brother was irritable and irritable. He should be a rich child and would not be able to be provoked. Bai Shabao knew his brother's temper and was ready to calm down.

Who knew that the white young man strode over, reached out to grab Lu Zheng's neck, and said coldly: "The yellow-skinned monkey, do you dare to duel with me?"

Lu Zheng didn't like to cause trouble, and his natural confidence made him not as sensitive as a nationalist in China, but this sentence still made his eyes cold. He stretched out his hand to cover the white young man's arms. The vise held his wrist tightly and said slowly: "I will accompany you to fight freely or use the revolver." He slowly stood up.

The white young man couldn't get out of his arms, his wrist was painful. He was even more angry when he was surprised by the other party's strength. Suddenly, he reached out and punched Lu Zheng in the face. Lu Zheng's eyes were full of stars, and he took two steps back and rushed up in anger. Seeing the white young man pounced on him again, he stretched out his hand and did the same thing, grabbing the white young man's arm again, and then a clean side fell, throwing the white young man to the ground. Lu Zheng pressed his arm so that he couldn't move. He said coldly: "He's a big guy, he's a little too face. Are you the pig among white people?"

The white young man's face turned red, but his tall body looked like a little chicken in front of Lu Zheng. He was gently pressed by Lu Zheng and could not struggle.

The white young companions were stunned at first, and then a strong man rushed up and hugged Lu Zheng from behind. This big bull-like strongman had a thorny muscles, his thick arms and hands tightly wrapped around Lu Zheng's waist and tightened them hard, just as if he wanted to tie the thin young man in his arms into two pieces.

Lu Zheng snorted coldly and knocked hard on the back of his head. The strong man immediately had a sore face, blood flowed from his nose, and his arms couldn't help but let go of Lu Zheng.

Lu Zheng turned around and kicked him so hard that he staggered and fell.

The other white young men rushed up, and a melee broke out. Lu Zheng didn't know how many punches and kicks were taken. In the chaos, these people were knocked down by Lu Zheng one by one. Until a woman screamed, it was a white veil bag to come to persuade the fight. It happened that Lu Zheng threw a white young man out of a wheelchair with a wheelchair. The white veil bag and the wheelchair fell down on the sky, and his head hit the pebbles road heavily, scaring the white young woman next to him screamed loudly.

Lu Zheng's movements were stopped. Carl, who had just gotten up from the ground, didn't care about Lu Zheng, rushed over and picked up his sister, and ran to the hospital building quickly. The white young men followed. A white young man turned around and said viciously to Lu Zheng: "You are dead! You are dead!"
Chapter completed!