Han Baihang was lying on the hospital bed feeling uncomfortable and dizzy. He was trying to get up. When Zhou Qing saw him, he quickly held his arm and advised: "Commander, you are not feeling well yet, so you can't get out of bed."
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Han Baihang shook his head and said, "Walking around is good for your health. Please give me a hand."
Zhou Qing had no choice but to help him get out of bed and walk two steps on the ground. Han Baihang felt that his legs and feet were a little stronger, so he broke away from Zhou Qing's support and walked slowly. Zhou Qing followed suit and said: "It's better to
The commander's body is strong, and if others were so seriously injured, they would never be able to get off the ground for three to five days."
Han Baihang twitched the corner of his mouth. He struggled to get out of bed. Every step he took, his shoulder blades and chest hurt terribly, but he couldn't move. He still had many things to deal with, and he was eager to return to the army.
"What news is there in Nanyuan?" Han Baihang asked, holding on to the tea table and taking a few breaths.
Zhou Qingdao: "The radio station has not received any news."
Han Baihang pondered for a moment and said: "Then send electricity to Nanyuan and ask about the situation. I am very curious about who Yushuai sent to take over my command."
Zhou Qing nodded, placed the radio station next door, and asked the telegraph operator to send inquiries to the troops.
Han Baihang continued to walk around the house when he heard someone knocking on the door. Zhou Qing rushed to the door, opened the crack of the door and saw a girl standing pretty with a lunch box. He didn't let the girl in, stretched out his hand and said
:"give it to me."
The girl retracted the lunch box and said, "You still have to take the lunch box back."
Zhou Qing smiled and said, "You little girl, we still care about your food box."
The girl ignored him, pushed the door in and took a look around. When she saw Han Baihang walking around clutching his chest, she looked at Han Baihang with her almond-shaped eyes, then put the food box on the tea table, took out the food inside, and then forced
Bangbang said: "Eat."
Han Baihang glanced at her strangely, thinking to himself that this girl was pretty and had quite a temper.
Zhou Qing helped Han Baihang sit down, set out the bowls and chopsticks, and then sat down to eat. Han Baihang was very hungry. He took a bite of vegetables to eat first, chewed a mouthful in his mouth and was about to swallow it. His face became hoarse and his voice became hoarse.
He shouted to Zhou Qing: "Bring me water quickly."
Zhou Qing put down the bowl and chopsticks and poured a cup of tea. Han Baihang took two big sips before he breathed a sigh of relief and slapped his chopsticks on the table: "Which bastard made this? Is it vegetables or salt?"
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Zhou Qing immediately tasted the food, and it was so salty that he scratched his head and scratched his head. He took a big gulp of tea, jumped on his feet and cursed: "I'm so idle."
Han Baihang rinsed his mouth again. From the corner of his eye, he saw the girl beside him snickering. He understood in his heart that they were deliberately serving them salty food. He couldn't help but get angry and looked at the girl with a cold face: "
Is this how you treat guests in your house? Even if you send someone begging for food, you should still give him a mouthful of food."
Naturally, he didn't know that the Bai family didn't welcome him to stay, and it was Zhou Qing who forced him to stay.
The girl poked him out and said plausibly: "Salt is so expensive. There are so many people in Beijing who can't afford salt. You guys still don't appreciate it. Forget it if you don't want to eat it. I'll take it away. By the way, let me tell you, later on
The kitchen has turned off the flames. If you want to eat, you can do it in the morning."
Han Baihang's nose was almost crooked with anger. If the speaker was a man, he would definitely give her a slap in the face, regardless of the child. But it happened to be a pretty girl, so he couldn't get angry even if he had a temper.
Zhou Qing was not happy to hear this. He had been a monk in Shaolin Temple for more than ten years, but he had no sympathy for women. In his heart, the commander was bigger than the sky. This yellow-haired girl was so tired that she dared to explode in front of the commander.
Stab, he whipped out a shell gun, glared and shouted: "You are looking for death."
"ah."
The girl was immediately frightened and opened her mouth to scream.
"Don't scream."
Han Baihang's quick eyesight and quick hands covered the girl's mouth, but because the movement was too big, it pulled the injured area, and the pain made him break out in a cold sweat. He knew that if the girl screamed, there would be no explanation.
"Zhou Qing, put the gun away!"
Han Baihang ordered, and then said to the girl who was struggling in her arms: "Girl, don't be afraid, we don't mean any harm. If I let you go, don't scream."
The girl nodded fiercely. Just as Han Baihang let go of his hand, he suddenly felt severe pain on his wrist. He lowered his head and saw that the girl was biting him so hard that she almost wanted to bite off a large piece of his flesh.
"Hiss!" Han Baihang gasped in cold sweat and pushed the girl out. He raised his hand and saw that there were two rows of neat tooth marks on his wrist. The flesh and blood were turned out and blood was flowing out.
Seeing that he was bitten, Zhou Qing immediately became anxious and punched the girl.
"Don't move!" Han Baihang grabbed him fiercely and couldn't help but smile bitterly as he watched the girl escape from the house in panic.
Zhou Qing bandaged his wound and said, "That damn girl is so cruel. If I meet her next time, I won't be able to spare her!"
"Why bother with a woman?" Han Baihang shook his head and said seriously: "You are too impulsive. You have to be careful. We are soldiers, not bandits. If you have to, don't point your gun at civilians, women and children."
Zhou Qing nodded and said listlessly: "Yes! Commander, what should we do now? Are we going to let them make the food again?"
Han Baihang said: "Forget it, drink more water if it's salty. If they don't welcome us, we'll leave tomorrow."
Zhou Qing said anxiously: "But your injury is not healed yet. If the internal injuries are not cured, it will leave hidden diseases."
Han Baihang smiled and said: "I know my body well, and I'm not that squeamish. Besides, it's not just the Bai family in Beijing that can treat illnesses. I might as well try Western medicine."
Zhou Qing stopped talking and ate the food with Han Baihang with water.
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Bai Yuting ran out of the east wing in panic, and ran back to her small courtyard in one breath. When she opened the door curtain and entered, she bumped into someone and let out a scream.
"Yu Ting, where did you go in such a panic?" Bai Jingqi hugged her sister and asked.
"Brother!" Bai Yuting found her backbone, with a cry in her nasal voice.
Bai Jingqi hurriedly pulled his sister into the room, but saw that she was wearing a maid's clothes. He couldn't help but said with anger and laughter: "What's wrong, who bullied you, let me help you vent your anger!"
Bai Yuting cried and cried but didn't speak.
Bai Jingqi was helpless. When she stopped crying, she said earnestly: "Yu Ting, where have you been today? You went to listen to Wan Xiaoju's play again. I want to warn you, you can listen to the play, but don't do anything else."
thought."
Bai Yuting rubbed her eyes that were red from crying. She suddenly raised her head when she heard these words and looked straight at Bai Jingqi. She felt very scared when she saw him. She suddenly raised her voice and said, "Can you marry Yang Jiuhong and come in?"
Why can’t I marry Wan Xiaoju.”
"hiss!"
Bai Jingqi gasped, really afraid of what might happen, and said anxiously: "Can you and me be the same?"
Bai Yuting said: "What's different? You taught me how to be with the person you like."
Bai Jingqi calmed down quickly. He knew that his sister was a stubborn person and could not get rid of the things she decided. The best way now was to deal with it coldly and not talk about it until there was an opportunity in the future.