Chapter Forty-Eight: His Wounds
Jiang Xiaolin got out of the bus and walked home along the path. She doesn't have much luggage www.biquge.info, and the most important thing is her books, although they are not as exaggerated as the stack last semester, but they are also heavy, and carrying them more and more reminds me of the man who helped me carry the books last time, and my heart is sour.
Pushing open the door of Zhou's yard, Zhou Ping and Zhou He were at home. Zhou Ping was about to cook, and Zhou He rarely stayed at home and didn't run out to play.
"Cousin. Although Zhou He was naughty, he never dared to make a mistake in front of Jiang Xiaolin's cousin, of course, so polite, it was also because Jiang Xiaolin brought gifts to him every time he came back from outside.
"Zhuang Zhuang is also at home?" Jiang Xiaolin was surprised, "Why didn't you go out to play?"
"Hehe, accompany my sister. Zhou He touched his bare scalp, the weather was hot in summer, and most of the children in the village shaved their gourd eggs.
"Pull it down, when can you go out to accompany me, you are just waiting for your cousin to bring you good things at home, you have no rules. ”
Zhou Ping mercilessly pierced his brother's careful thoughts, making Zhou He's face flush.
"Haha. Jiang Xiaolin was amused by Zhou He's embarrassment, but she quickly put the duffel bag on the table, and took out the toy brought to Zhou He from it, a simple iron pistol.
Although Zhou Ping always talks about her younger brother, she actually loves Zhou He very much, and she mentioned in a previous letter that Zhou He likes toy guns, and asked Jiang Xiaolin if there are any big cities that sell them.
"Hee-hee, sister, what about mine. ”
Zhou He got the gift, of course Zhou Ping knew that he must have it, so he unceremoniously opened his mouth to ask for it.
"Speaking of being strong, you're not the same. Jiang Xiaolin glanced at her amusedly, and still took out a pink dress from her bag that she had bought for her.
Zhou Ping didn't mind her cousin's words at all, and quickly took it and compared it to her body, "Ah, it's so good-looking, thank you, sister." ”
She didn't cook anymore, wiped her hands, and went into the house to try on clothes.
Zhou He also turned over and looked at the tin toy pistol, he couldn't put it down, and when he heard his sister's words, he quickly thanked his cousin.
"Thank you cousin, hehe. He held the gun in his hand, closed one eye and pretended to aim a few times, and became even more excited, "I'm going to go to Brother Yu to teach me how to play with guns." ”
After saying that, he ran away.
"Slow down!" Jiang Xiaolin shouted behind him.
Then she reacted, Brother Yu?
He is the only one who will make the Zhou family siblings call Brother Yu, and he is coming home?!
Jiang Xiaolin wanted to follow Zhou He to take a look, but stopped after only two steps. What is it when she ran over like this, the Yu family asked her why she came and what she should say.
Jiang Xiaolin bit her lip, she must find a chance to meet him and ask for clarification.
When Yu Ying came to Zhou's house to find Jiang Xiaolin to return the book the next day, Jiang Xiaolin carefully asked her about Yu Zhenye's news.
"My eldest brother is home to recuperate. Yu Ying said gloomily, "He was wounded and came down from the front line, his left arm and left leg were injured and fractured, first he was in the military hospital for a month, my father went to take care of him, and then took him home to recuperate." ”
Jiang Xiaolin's heart was in a mess, he really had an accident. How could she rest assured if she didn't see for herself.
Later, while Yu Ying was chatting with Zhou Ping, Jiang Xiaolin quietly left Zhou's house and went to Yu's house.
Before entering the courtyard of the Yu family, Jiang Xiaolin saw Yu Zhenye sitting in the courtyard rubbing buds. He was still wearing an army green short-sleeved shirt and shorts, he was holding a bud in his left hand, his arm was not moving, and his right hand was holding another bud and rubbing it back and forth, moving very slowly and without great force, probably for fear of hurting his left arm.
Jiang Xiaolin walked in slowly, her eyes always glued to him.
Yu Zhenye felt her gaze and looked up at her. The two met their eyes, neither taking their eyes off each other.
Jiang Xiaolin looked at Yu Zhenye, who was different from before, a little less energetic and a little more vicissitudes, he had lost a lot of weight, darkened a lot, and there were still a little traces of abrasions on his face, his right leg was bent, his left leg was straight, he was still wrapped in a splint, and there was a pair of crutches on the ground beside him.
It's just that I haven't seen him for half a year, but he seems to be several years older, more calm than before, and his temperament is condensed.
In this way, he returned from the test of blood and fire, and he underwent unusual torture both physically and mentally, and Jiang Xiaolin's eyes were red.
Yu Zhenye looked at the girl in front of him whose eyes and nose were red, as if she was about to cry, and sighed in her heart. If he had been honest with himself, he would have admitted that this smart, smart, gentle and caring girl was exactly what he longed for.
She sincerely expressed her feelings to herself, thoughtfully prepared herself for going to the front, and even feared herself, such a girl, which man could break free from the love network she weaved.
But would he be able to accept it? selfishly accept her feelings and respond to them? That would only make her sink deeper and unable to extricate herself.
Yu Zhenye remembered that his leg was severely fractured, and he was still not sure whether it would affect his ability to move in the future, nor whether he would be able to stay in the army, and he might not even be better for the rest of his life, so he was always waiting for the day when the sentence was announced.
She could have had a better choice than to be tied to him at such a young age.
Yu Zhenye was still thinking that Jiang Xiaolin was already close to him, squatting lightly in front of him, and tears slipped down when he raised his head.
"Why didn't you protect yourself, how did you get hurt?"
Yu Zhenye felt that all his mental defense and concentration had vanished in front of her tears, and now he just wanted to wipe the tears from his fair face himself.
"It's okay, don't cry. Yu Zhenye is not a person who can comfort the little girl, especially in the face of Jiang Xiaolin's tears, he is even more helpless, "Compared with the sacrificed comrades-in-arms, I am already very lucky." ”
"Does it still hurt?"
Yu Zhenye shook his head, "It's almost ready." ”
Jiang Xiaolin stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears on her face: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back." ”
Yu Zhenye remembered the letter she wrote to herself, and said to her sincerely: "Thank you, the first aid method is very useful and has helped us a lot." ”
Jiang Xiaolin said embarrassedly: "It's good to be able to help." ”
"We used the time we were traveling to spread this knowledge among the company. Later, on the battlefield, it did play a great role. Yu Zhenye remembered several fighters, including himself, who had benefited from this.
"Our company, because of the help of this first-aid knowledge, the casualty rate is lower than that of other companies, and this situation has been concerned by the superiors. In my post-war report, I wrote down these first aid methods and suggested that they be promoted, do you think it's okay?"
"Absolutely. Jiang Xiaolin replied immediately, but blushed a little, "But these are particularly basic first-aid knowledge, but I, as a student, can only come into contact with them." If your supervisor accepts your advice, ask your health care provider to write a more targeted and professional set of first aid measures. ”
"Well, you're right, it's just a case to be escalated to the superiors, and I'm sure they'll make the most appropriate decision. Yu Zhenye had a faint smile on his face and explained to her in detail.
"Oh, okay. ”
Jiang Xiaolin felt that she was too worried, and the leaders of the troops could definitely think more comprehensively than herself? Why did she always blush in front of him, damn, she had never been so embarrassed in the past when facing a table of male colleagues who were talking about pornography.