The War of Resistance: Chapter 820 night

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

And the one who shared the room with her was just a small dustpan that was almost wrapped in gauze.

The little dustpan was badly injured, and at this moment, the fire of his life seemed to be like the kerosene lamp on the table, and the soybean-sized light seemed to be extinguished at any time.

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

And after the operation, his face was wiped clean by the nurse, and the dim light added a touch of mystery to him, especially the outline formed by his eyes, ears, mouth and nose It 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 Xiao Dupan, rested her chin on her hand and looked at Xiao Dupan blankly, as if there were endless stories behind Xiao Dupan's face.

I don't know how long the female nurse stared at the small dustpan, and suddenly the door opened with a "squeak", and as the door was pushed open, the evening wind brought in the cold air from outside.

The young nurse who was sitting at the table looking at the little dustpan suddenly woke up and couldn't help but let out an "oops", just because the wind blew the small flame of the kerosene lamp almost flickering. Then it became dark, as if the fire of life in the little dustpan was about to be extinguished.

However, as the door was closed, the wind outside the house was blocked, and the blown flame on the kerosene lamp miraculously lit up again, and the light in the house returned to light.

"Oh, sister Zimu, I scared you.

You are tired after the operation in the afternoon, go to rest, I will replace you. "The door opened because another, smaller nurse came in.

"It's okay, I'll stay for a while." The female nurse called "Zi Mu" replied.

"Then you stay for a while, I think you are not staying for a while, when I opened the door just now, I saw you were staring at others in a daze." The little nurse smiled lightly.

"What's so strange about being in a daze? I'm always in a daze when I see anything." Zi Mu also laughed.

It stands to reason that the gaze of a person who looks at everything in a daze must be dull.

For example, when a mental patient in a mental hospital looks at others, the eyes are not straight, but this Zimu is not, her eyes are lively and lively.

"I seem to have heard you say that when you look at flowers, plants, or objects, even if it is a banknote, a pipe or even a broken bowl for food, you will be dumbfounded.

Why, sister Zimu, can you see anything? "The little nurse asked curiously as she sat down at the table.

"How should I say it?" That Zimu raised her chin again and looked at the young soldier on the hospital bed. After thinking for a while, she said again: "For example, a banknote, it was first printed in the printing factory. Come out, and then begin to circulate in the world.

Maybe it entered the hands of the rich, and the rich spent it after eating, whoring, gambling, and smoking.

If that rich man buys pancakes and fruit, the money will go to an ordinary family. There is a filial son in that family, but his wife is sick, so he will use the money to buy medicine for the old lady. Into the pharmacy again. "

"Stop! Sister Zimu, if you keep thinking like this, it's over!" The little nurse interrupted Zimu's reverie.

"Of course it's over." That Zimu rolled his eyes and smiled, "Then, the shopkeeper of the pharmacy took this money to a tailor surnamed Li, and the aunt surnamed Li took this piece of money. Qian then said, "Oh, my little daughter ordered a doll from childhood, and now she has grown up, so I just use this money to buy silk and satin as a dowry for her."

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

It turned out that her surname was Li, and her family also did needlework, and it was precisely because she was engaged to be a baby girl that she ran away from home because she didn't want to marry, and finally became a nurse with Zimu.

Seeing that he succeeded in fabricating, Zimu laughed his eyes into crescents.

"You're still talking about me, so tell me why you had to save this man from the Northeast? You used such a precious medicine, could it be that you fell in love with him? Now you're staring blankly at him again." The little nurse began to fight back

"Don't talk nonsense, girl." Zimu said angrily, "I don't know if he can survive now. I saved one of them because someone told them that there are no good people with the surname Zhang, and the other is Because this man was the first anti-Japanese fighter I saw, I was very curious about his story, and I wanted to revive him and listen to him tell me the anti-Japanese story.”

"Oh—I see, so you went to find your godfather, didn't you?" The little nurse known as Nanna understood.

"Yeah, my godfather of course wanted to save this soldier when he found out about this, and he also said that the Northeast Army is a friendly army, so he can't ignore it.

I'm really eager to know this man's battle story! He was shot four times, and I think he must be a great hero. "Zimu said while looking at the small dustpan with his eyes closed under the kerosene lamp.

It was already dark at night, and although the village where the hospital was located was not called the front line, it was also a front line hospital, so the village was now completely dark.

But then again, there is no need for the so-called blackout in rural China nowadays. Even some first-tier cities don’t have electric lights, let alone here.

So in the night, in the courtyard with the curtains drawn, there is a small dustpan whose life or death is unknown, that is the only dim light.

At this time, in the same village, in the darkness, a person suddenly stood up and sat up from the ground. Immediately, his body leaned against the wall, sweat was streaming from his head, and he himself was He was gasping for breath.

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

"Twenty years old! I'm really old, even a dream can wake me up." The man muttered in a low voice, it was Old Mao Wang.

I'm afraid that Old Mao Wang will never mention it to anyone in his life. Old Mao Wang, who had been a beard, drank human heart soup and killed Japanese devils, was awakened by the dream, just like the soldier who just joined the army. Like a stick.

This, it's so frivolous!

"Oh, I hope the little dustpan is okay!" Old Mao Wang muttered again, and then stared at the ubiquitous darkness with his eyes, as if trying to figure out something.

The female nurse named Zimu was guarding the small dustpan. Old Mao Wang dreamed that the small dustpan died, so he was doomed 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 in the same darkness, but Shang Zhen felt warmth. He moved his hand subconsciously, and then his hand touched a woman's smooth hair.

Um? Shang Zhen lowered his hand subconsciously, this time he touched the slender waist of a young woman, and the waist was down

What's going on here? Are you dreaming yourself? Shang Zhen just woke up from hunger.

This time he confirmed that ~www.mtlnovel.com~ he was not dreaming, he was holding a person in his arms, a young woman who was destined to be as beautiful as a fish or a wild goose even though she couldn't see her face now, that was Gao Yuyan!

Shang Zhen is not Liu Xiahui, or even if he and Gao Yuyan were together for some reason, he did Liu Xiahui, but when a person just wakes up and has a weak mind, no one would be willing to do it or have the ability to do Liu Xiahui.

Shang Zhen's heartbeat suddenly accelerated with the beauty in his arms.

If, here is if, if Shang Zhen is destined to do something tonight.

But since it is an if, it is destined not to happen.

Just when Shang Zhen felt his body change, he suddenly frowned and trembled

The pain directly dispelled Shang Zhen's thoughts.

Yes, can it not hurt? How could he stay? He had already left with Wang Laomao and the others to find a way for the dying little dustpan!