In the Overseer's office, in the office of a senior officer, the secretary heard the electric bell on his desk as soon as he arrived at the office and kept thinking. Tian Zhaonian has not yet arrived, ten minutes later, Tian Zhaonian's car drove downstairs, the secretary ran down, Tian Zhaonian saw that he was in a hurry, something must have happened, the secretary said: "The embassy was attacked yesterday. ”

Tian Zhaonian looked surprised and asked, "What's the matter, is anyone hurt?"

"The Russian commissioner who arrived last month was slightly injured when there was a sneak attack on the embassy at about nine o'clock last night, but fortunately the soldiers reacted in time and the assassins were killed," the secretary said. That's what happened in the morning paper. ”

Tian Zhaonian strode into the office, picked up the morning newspaper on the table, read it word by word, and slapped the newspaper on the table angrily after reading it.

He asked the secretary: "What else did the lieutenant general say?" The secretary conveyed the original words, Tian Zhaonian paced in the room with his hands on his waist, didn't know what to read in his mouth, and said: "Where can I find a few nameless and nameless corpses in this world?"

Just a few words of anger, the secretary looked worried, and said cautiously: "Actually, the lieutenant general suspects that those people last night were-" Tian Zhaonian and the secretary's eyes met, and immediately understood what the secretary said. He sat back in his chair, pondered for a moment, and said to his secretary, "You can buy some condolences and visit Mr. Merry in the hospital on my behalf, and I will report to my superiors and deal with the matter before I go over." ”

The secretary straightened up, answered the vocal cord door, and went out.

In the church hospital, Ying Shuhe was communicating with a French doctor in the corridor, and the doctor said: "The patient is fine, just intestinal disease, and he fainted because he hadn't eaten for a day, so give him a bottle of nutrient solution to rest for a day." ”

When they talked, their voices were extremely soft, and Ying Shuhe breathed a sigh of relief and asked the foreign doctor, "Then when will he wake up?"

A nurse came down the hallway, and the foreign doctor handed her the notebook and said to him, "I will wake up soon, but remember that the patient will wake up and give him a liquid diet." After some advice, he and the nurse walked into another room.

Ying Shuhe didn't go back to the ward, but just opened a crack and saw Chen Yeping sleeping quietly on the hospital bed and closed the door. He went downstairs to buy something, borrowed the phone from the store, reported to the school where he was, gave a succinct description and hung up. He had just picked up something to go out, but he remembered something, shook a string of numbers, and waited for thirty seconds for no one to answer the phone before he gave up and walked out of the store.

There was light through the cracks in the curtains, the room was dark, and there was a curtain to his right, which made him vaguely think he was at home. He was pulled back by the light disinfectant water, and only then did he see the white pillow quilt, the white curtain, and the horizontal striped clothes he was wearing, and he realized that he seemed to be in the hospital. At this moment, a nurse came in to check if the hanging bottle was empty, and when she saw that he was awake, she smiled and said, "You are awake." ”

Chen Yeping looked at the nurse weakly, the nurse skillfully pulled out the needle on the back of his hand, took down the empty hanging bottle, and asked softly: "Where is this?" The nurse replied: "Hospital." He opened his mouth and asked, "Which hospital?" The nurse realized that he was asking, so she pointed to the name tag on her chest and said, "Liujiang Mission Hospital." ”

He suddenly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and the nurse asked suspiciously, "What are you going to do with this patient?" You'd better not get out of bed now, because you have gastrointestinal problems, and you will have temporary dizziness, and you have to lie down for a day. ”

He insisted on getting out of bed, and as soon as the nurse finished speaking, his vision was blurred and his head was dizzy when he got up, but fortunately the nurse came up to help him. He pulled back the curtain hard, and the bed next to him was empty. The nurse said, "This is the emergency room, you were brought here last night." ”

He blinked and asked the nurse, "Just me?"

The nurse thought for a moment, nodded and said, "yes." ”

He felt a headache burst, and sat down on the bed all of a sudden, and the nurse was very nervous, and asked eagerly, "Are you okay?"

Chen Yeping waved at her, although he felt thirsty, he didn't say it, and lay back on the bed and said, "No need, I want to rest for a while." ”

The nurse said, "If there's anything uncomfortable, press the button next to the bed." After saying that, he closed the door and went out.

The ward was extremely quiet, just now the nurse helped him open the curtains, because the strong light was not adaptable, he lifted the quilt, rested his head on the pillow, his head slowly stopped hurting, and his vision also recovered - but in front of his eyes was repeating the thrilling scene of last night, and in the end, Jiang Hai's face was covered with blood and flew into the oncoming train. That scene could not be erased in front of his eyes, repeated and repeated, like a movie in a movie theater, he couldn't stop—he just wanted to know where Jiang Hai was now, whether he was alive or ......

He lifted the covers, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, an unturned electric light hanging above his vision, and he suddenly thought of a person.

Ying Shuhe came back soon, he was carrying a bag of breakfast, he ate two steamed buns, carrying tofu brains in his hand, walked out of the ward in one step, and when he pushed the door open, he was stunned - the person in the hospital bed had woken up, sitting on the bed and staring at the door motionless at the moment, staring at himself.

Chen Yeping saw the clothes he was wearing, the inside was the clothes he usually wears for training, and the outside was changed into a long black windbreaker, and when he saw him, he thought of the instructor who knocked down the soldiers one by one with two guns last night and did not waste a single bullet. This instructor has always been resolute and cruel to the students, which is very consistent with his outfit at this time.

Ying Shuhe walked in, Qingfeng said lightly, "You woke up so soon?"

Chen Yeping nodded, waited for Ying Shuhe to walk to the bed, turned his head and said, "Thanks to the instructor for saving me in time." ”

Ying Shuhe sat on the stool and took out the tofu brain, not hearing anything in his words at all, only said: "No thanks, but you are the hardest body I have ever seen, at that time I fell your five heels and you were fine, if someone else didn't have a fracture, you had to rest in bed for half a month——"

Chen Yeping saw him hand over the bowl, and then continued, and then said straightforwardly: "Instructor...... Is Jiang Hai okay?"

Ying Shuhe was holding the spoon in the bag, listening to his question, his hand stopped in the air for half a second, and calmly put it into the bowl for him. Ying Shuhe watched him take a bite before explaining, "He's injured." Before he could be sent to the hospital, he lost too much blood and was hopeless. ”

Chen Yeping's hand shook, almost his body shook, and after waiting for a long time, the bowl of tofu brain was crumbling in his hand, and Ying Shuhe put it on the table for him, and said quietly and steadily in his words: "Living in this world, and your identity is different from others, you should have thought of this a long time ago when you entered the military academy." Seeing that Chen Ye was silent, he said: "You and Jiang Hai are brothers, he saved you last night, I know you can't accept it for a while, but you have to remember that in the future, you will still encounter things like last night." Your friends, loved ones, or people close to you may leave you at some point. Seeing that Chen Yeping's face had changed slightly, he lowered his words and said, "You are still young...... You'll get it later. ”

And Chen Yeping's bloodless lips gently spit out two words: "Get out-"

Ying Shuhe obviously heard it, but he still sat there, and waited for Chen Yeping to aggravate his voice and said, "Go out!"

Although Ying Shuhe is his instructor, it is difficult to say anything at this time, so he can only calm down and face the reality alone.

After Ying Shuhe went out, Chen Yeping buried his head in the quilt, when he was a child, he lived in his grandfather's house for half a month, and his grandmother died when he was born, so he only had one grandfather, and his grandfather was born in a family of military attachés, and he practiced martial arts with his grandfather since he was a child, and he was also born in martial arts. It wasn't until after my grandmother's death that my grandfather was heartbroken, and the small business shop that he had been doing for decades was closed, and finally it was given to his cousin's nephew. Later, I heard my mother mention that my grandfather lived a reclusive life, and resumed the martial arts of his youth, practicing in the courtyard every day. Maybe it's my grandfather's life, every time he goes to live at his grandfather's house, he lets him sleep alone at night, when he was five or six years old, but the age when his mother tells stories at night, and the family is very spoiled by him. Grandpa didn't tell a story, and when he got to the point, he turned off the fire and went to sleep, and said sternly: "Grandpa is your age, and he follows your grandfather to set up piles in the yard every day, and he is not afraid of wind and rain - your mother is also used to you, if you are handed over to me to bring, you will not be a crying snot baby within a year." ”

After my grandfather finished speaking, he left, and my grandfather's house was a bungalow, with shadows of trees swaying outside the sticky papier-mâché window, and camphor trees planted on all sides of the yard.

At that time, it was cloudy and rainy, thunder and lightning in the second half of the night, and the wind was howling like a wolf, but he still remembered what his grandfather made fun of him - although he still had to tell stories in the middle of the night, he was definitely not the crying snot baby that his grandfather said!

But he was so small at the time, and the thunder rang one after another, like someone beating a big drum in his ear, and he shrank under the quilt in fear. Just after the Qingming Festival, his mother would send him to his grandfather's house, afraid that his grandfather would be sad when he thought of his grandmother, so he sent a little child to talk about his sadness. Because there were many things at home, his mother rushed home after a day and a half, and told him that she would come to pick him up in half a month.

At that time, the weather was dry and stuffy, and the rain left the stuffy air in the house, and he was afraid of lightning, so he wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, leaving no gap, and gradually the soles of his feet were sweating, and the air in the quilt was stuffy, which made him sweat all over his head.

Until he was eight or nine years old, his father was not used to him, and the nurse who served him every day did not let him accompany him until he went to bed at night, saying that Cheng Nan was not young, which made people laugh. My mother also agreed with my father's words. From then on, he slept alone, no one told him stories anymore, he could only stare at the ceiling when he couldn't sleep, count when he was bored, and make up his own stories to listen to himself if he couldn't.

Cars downstairs drove in and out, the sound of people, cars, and the sound of hawking on the street. Someone knocked on the gong and shouted: "Sell osmanthus cake - jujube mud cake - sand stuffed cake ......"

The gong struck again and again, like thunder in the middle of the night. Instead of sweat, tears poured down his face.

All he thought about in his mind was Jiang Hai.

Jiang Hai is a northerner, hearty and righteous, when they first met, Jiang Hai's eyes had a cheerful gaze, and even the smile infected others. has known Jiang Hai for a year, just like a brother who has been married since his previous life, he treats him like an eldest brother, just like his own brother...... The pain is indescribable, Jiang Hai rescued him on the cliff, and he was judged to fail, if it weren't for that, he should have failed this time, and he was the one who died...... As Ying Shuhe said, if it weren't for Jiang Hai last night, he would have died.

The outside world is still noisy and busy, as usual.

Jiang Hai saved him twice, each time it was an emergency, he owed Jiang Hai two lives, and he couldn't report it again in this life.

I don't know how long later, the sides of the pillow were wet, and he still hid in the quilt, isolated from the world, and even from himself.