"Zhengzi! Get on the grenade! The thunderous roar buzzed in the ears.

Blood-stained faces, smoke, corpses, whistling shells, blood red, blood red everywhere! The loess on the position, which had been crushed into powder by artillery shells, flowed into a cloud of black blood, which was shocking......

Lu Zheng opened his eyes suddenly, the nightmarish scene seemed to be still in front of him, he gasped for breath, and his forehead was already full of cold sweat.

Blue sheets, blue ceiling, facing the bed is a TV cabinet and a color TV, this is Los Angeles Heath Senai Hospital, the most Haode ophthalmology and brain private hospital in the United States, the conditions are also excellent, in China, some in-demand goods are also available by ticket, compared to it, the United States is really heaven.

Lu Zheng sighed softly in his heart, for more than a year, he often had such nightmares, and recently, the frequency of nightmares has gradually become less than high.

Today, maybe it's because of the jet lag, but I just took a nap at the head of the bed, and I even had a nightmare.

On the hospital bed next to him, Uncle Han Ping was sitting and chatting with his mother, but most of the time it was the uncle chattering, saying how inconvenient it was abroad, and what about my mother, just listening, occasionally making a response, but always commanding the tone to tell the uncle to recuperate at ease and so on.

It can be seen that there are many feelings between brother and sister.

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

Uncle wants to be more suitable for his mother's personality than himself, his eyes are wrapped in white gauze, he has just done a pre-operation examination, and he will enter the operating room at four o'clock this afternoon.

"Xiao Jing, I'm really sorry that I want you to come to the territory of the American imperialists." My uncle has been feeling sorry for himself, and he didn't agree to come to the United States at first.

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

My mother's identity is very special, not to mention that in Los Angeles, my mother's consistent red collar badge and green military uniform are really bright and uneasy to Americans, this military uniform, from the red shijie, was once a nightmare for American imperialism.

After chattering with my uncle for a long time, my mother finally said lightly: "It's not good to talk too much, you have to recuperate." ”

The uncle smiled helplessly, but stretched out his hand again and said, "Zhengzi, Zhengzi is there, right?" ”

Lu Zheng hurriedly stretched out his hand to him and said, "Uncle, I'm here, don't worry, the afternoon operation will definitely go smoothly." ”

Han Ping patted Lu Zheng's hand, grasped it very tightly, sighed and said, "I, I'm not worried about my eyes, life and death are fate, isn't it?" ”

"Zhengzi, I've always thought that you might be the only man in the old Lu family...... Including your father, he doesn't have much courage! ”

Lu Zheng was a little helpless, and said: "Uncle, my son has never heard of his father, not to mention, my father is not as ...... as you said"

Han Ping smiled, "Look, it's still from the Lu family, isn't it?" My uncle is a foreigner after all, right? ”

Lu Zheng coughed: "I didn't mean that." ”

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

If it were someone else, I would definitely ask curiously, what can't I listen to as a mother? But Han Jing got up and walked out.

Han Ping listened to the sound of the ward door and the footsteps going away, so he sighed deeply and said, "Zhengzi, if my operation fails...... (As soon as Lu Zheng wanted to speak, he squeezed Lu Zheng's hand) Listen to me......"

"If my operation fails, I don't worry about anyone, your cousin and cousin are very competitive, and your second uncle takes care of this big family, I don't worry. I'm most worried about your mother, my old sister. ”

"She's too strong, no, the head of the production management department of the General Logistics Department did a good job, but because she didn't agree to the stalled large aircraft project, she almost stepped aside! If it weren't for the fact that there are a few uncles and uncles in the Military Commission who understand her and pity her talents, but instead transfer her to such an important department as the Central Guard Corps, I am afraid that this time my sister will be completely frozen! ”

Han Ping sighed as he spoke, and said in a heavy tone: "In the future, I look at this world, there will definitely be a big turmoil, and when the time comes, the Han family and the Lu family don't know if they will become victims, you promise me, don't fight for it, just be safe and stable!" When there is a big change in the future, accompany your mother to the plowing field, whatever, in short, don't let her get hurt! Her temper can't stand being splashed with dirty water! ”

"You must promise me!" Han Ping's hand was tight.

Lu Zheng really couldn't imagine that as an ordinary worker, his uncle could see many things so thoroughly, and his worries would really come true in the future.

It's just that now that there is more of yourself as an X factor, in the future, it should be able to change, right?

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

Blindfolded, Han Ping heard the solemnity and faint domineering in Lu Zheng's words more clearly, and he was slightly stunned, this kid is not simple.

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

……

In the small flower lawn, Lu Zheng sat on the bench, admiring the purple and red flowers competing for beauty.

This is a small garden behind the eye ward, the air is fresh, Lu Zheng sighed in his heart, this century-old private hospital charges expensive fees, and various services are also extremely perfect.

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

My uncle entered the operating room, and all he can do now is to pray for him and hope that his operation will be successful.

Seeing a lot of life and death, Lu Zheng's heart is sometimes harder than steel, but today, his heart is indescribably weak.

Reaching out his hand, he felt a whistle made of bullet casings, the golden bullet casings were slightly polished, and Lu Zheng gently stroked it, as if it had life.

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

I don't want to recall many tragic past events, but in this foreign country, I just occasionally saw the scene of the patient's family wailing and crying when he died, and some pictures came up like a tide, irrepressible.

Slowly pressing his lips to the cold whistle, his heart tingled slightly, and the past passed by him, and he blew the whistle gently, and the whistle made a slightly hoarse metal flute sound, as low as his current mood.

Lu Zheng silently sang along: "Maybe I say goodbye and will never come back, do you understand?" Do you understand? Maybe I will fall and will never get up again, do you have to look forward to it forever? …… Maybe I can't open my eyes again, do you understand my silent feelings? Maybe I won't wake up from a long sleep, do you believe I turned into a mountain? …… If so, don't be sad, the flag of the republic has our blood-stained demeanor! ”。

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

Where are the deceased comrades-in-arms now?

I don't know how long it took, but a soft sigh came from the side: "Your whistle is very special, very beautiful, as if the soul is singing!" ”

The person who spoke was a little patient in a white and blue hospital uniform sitting in a wheelchair a few steps away, not tall, his head was wrapped in white gauze, and even his eyes were wearing sunglasses, but from his figure and listening to the voice, he was about eight or nine years old and a little girl in her teens.

She speaks English, a little stiff, probably not her native language, but she is very beautiful. In his previous life, Lu Zheng sought his own knowledge after going to the sea, and was proficient in English and Chinese German, and even French could have simple conversations, but in this life, he didn't use it for a long time.

"White yarn bag" is the nickname Lu Zheng gave her, she has been on the front line in the army for a long time, and Lu Zheng also has the vices of a soldier, such as loving to give people nicknames.

Yesterday, Bai Shabao and Lu Zheng met by chance in the small garden, but she never spoke. When Lu Zheng blew the whistle, she listened silently, and after Lu Zheng blew the whistle, she turned her wheelchair and left quietly.

Hearing Bai Shabao talking to himself, Lu Zheng was a little surprised, shook his head and said, "What's so nice about what I bragged?" "Today's atmosphere really feels a bit bleak.

"Listen to Dr. Harris, you're from Red China?" There was a bit of curiosity in the tone of the white gauze bag.

Lu Zheng snorted and said, "Yes." ”

"Your whistle is made of bullet casings, right? Are you a soldier of Red China? Wounded in the war? Have you ever killed an enemy? ”

Lu Zheng was silent for a while, and there was no need to explain that he was just here to visit the patient, so he nodded lightly, and Bai Shabao seemed to be a little surprised.

After a long time, Lu Zheng asked, "Didn't scare you, did you?" Lu Zheng knows what Chinese soldiers mean to Westerners, because of all kinds of misunderstandings, many times, the Chinese and Soviet soldiers from the red shijie represent a lifeless war machine in the eyes of Westerners, representing terror and death.

Bai Shabao shook his head lightly and said, "I just think your whistle makes me want to cry, you have a lot on your mind, don't you?" ”

Lu Zheng didn't answer her question, but asked, "What about you, where are you from?" What disease do you have? ”

"I am German, the Federal Republic of Germany, which is what you call West Germany." ”

Lu Zheng nodded slightly.

"I have a tumor in my brain that cannot be operated on, and Dr. Harris says I won't live this Christmas," said the white bag. ”

Lu Zheng was stunned, looked at her in amazement, and listened to her casual tone, as if she was not talking about her life and death at all, what a little girl this is, and she is too open-minded, perhaps, when life is about to pass, people can really think about the meaning of this life, life and death are just a short moment in the long river of the universe, what is the way?

After a while, Lu Zheng said: "I can't say that, now that science is prospering, the second generation of brain CT machine will be available soon, maybe your disease is not so serious." ”

Bai Shabao said: "I know my own business, but xiexie your comfort." You know a lot, but the cause of my disease is very simple, I just can't have surgery. ”

Lu Zheng knew that after all, the CT machine was only used to check the condition, and it did not represent anything, and it was even more powerless for the scanning of the head. Looking at this little girl whose life has come to an end, Lu Zheng can't help but think silently, what will he think when his life comes to an end? Power and wealth are really like a passing cloud, and who are the people who can really be remembered by history?

The pity for the little girl gradually faded, what about living a few more decades? You and I may not have anyone's shijie wonderful. Lu Zheng asked, "You often come to the small garden, do you have anything on your mind?" ”

Bai Shabao nodded slightly and said, "I'm here to think about the problem." "Very serious tone, very inappropriate for her age.

Lu Zheng smiled and asked with interest, "What questions are you thinking about?" "I just think this little girl who doesn't live long is really interesting, and she is too little an adult.

"I'm thinking about the NASDAQ and the Dow Jones, and using microeconomics to explain the functional relationship between market consumption and stocks. ”

Lu Zheng was stunned, such a little bean sprout, what is this talking about? looked at the white gauze bag in surprise, and suddenly couldn't help laughing, and said, "You must be the richest man in Shijie in the future." ”

Bai Shabao could see that Lu Zheng was joking, but he was not annoyed, and said, "I won't live next year." ”

Lu Zheng's smile slowly dissipated, and after a while, he said: "If you want to speculate in stocks and real estate, enter the Japanese market now, starting from this year, the Japanese stock market will experience a crazy bull market, especially in the telecommunications industry, in the next few years, there will be hundreds of times the income." ”

Bai Shabao 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, but this is the dark night before the dawn in the early stage of the bubble economy, and many people think that the Japanese stock market is the darkest period, and there are not many people who can see a bright future. This little girl's background should be unusual, right? After all, Japan's economy is on a roller coaster, and behind it, it is inseparable from the shadows of various mysterious conglomerates.

Lu Zheng thought for a while and said: "Next year, the United States will inevitably sign an agreement with your country and Japan to forcibly depreciate the dollar, and I guess the most affected will be the yen, followed by the mark." If you are ready to short the yen and enter the Japanese stock market now, after two or three years, it is no problem to get a few times the return, this is only a conservative estimate, if the operation is good, it is ten times and a hundred times more likely. ”

The white gauze bag tilted her tightly wrapped little head, thinking that she was looking at Lu Zheng seriously through the black lenses.

Lu Zheng smiled: "Don't you believe it? As he was talking, he saw several white men and women walking on the north side of the lawn, all of them were young people about twenty years old, and the white young man who walked in front was very tall, about two meters old, fat and strong, and there was a sense of oppression when standing in front of people.

"Iris, why did you run out again, I've told you many times, don't talk to people of unknown origin." The white young man glanced at Lu Zheng vigilantly, and complained in a reproachful tone about Bai Shabao, who spoke quickly in German with a Bonn accent.

Bai Shabao said calmly: "He is a good man, a soldier from China, he was wounded on the battlefield, Carl, you are not as brave as him." ”

The white young man snorted, turned to Lu Zheng and said in English: "Chinese, don't harass my sister." Obviously, he couldn't do anything about this sister.

Lu Zheng smiled and said to Bai Shabao: "It turns out that your name is IRIS, your name is very good, the goddess of the rainbow in Greece, in my country, Iris is a flower, which means a kind of eagle's tail with magical and beautiful feathers, I hope you will be like an eagle in the future, and you will be lifeless." ”

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

The white youth suddenly asked, "Are you a spy?" Deliberately approaching my sister? "It is doubtful that the soldiers from Red China were proficient in German.

Lu Zheng smiled: "I'm worried that you are a spy and deliberately approached me." ”

"Carl, let's go." The white gauze bag turns his wheelchair.

Lu Zheng can also see that Bai Shabao's brother is irritable and irritable, he should be a rich child and cannot be provoked, while Bai Shabao knows his brother's temper and is ready to calm things down.

Who knew that the white young man strode over, stretched out his hand to pull Lu Zheng's neck, and said coldly: "Yellow-skinned monkey, do you dare to duel with me?" ”

Lu Zheng doesn't like to make trouble, and his natural self-confidence makes him not as sensitive as a domestic nationalist, but this sentence still makes his eyes cold, he stretched out his hand to hold the arm of the white young man, the vise tightly grasped his wrist, and said slowly: "Free fighting or using the revolver, I will accompany you." "Get up slowly.

The white young man couldn't break free of his arm, his wrist hurt sharply, and he was even more angry when he was surprised by the other party, and suddenly reached out and punched Lu Zheng in the face, Lu Zheng's eyes were full of gold stars, and he took two steps back, and his anger rose, seeing the white young man pounce again, he stretched out his hand, concocted the same method, and grabbed the white young man's arm again, and then it was a clean and neat side fall, slamming the white young man to the ground, Lu Zheng held his arm and made him unable to move, and said coldly: "It's too big and too facely, are you the pig among the whites?" ”

The white young man's face was flushed, but his tall body was like a little chicken in front of Lu Zheng, and he was gently held down by Lu Zheng, and he couldn't struggle.

The white young man's companions were stunned at first, but then a strong man pounced on him and hugged Lu Zheng from behind, this big brute-like strong man, his muscles were knotted, his thick arms and big hands tightly wrapped around Lu Zheng's waist and strangled him fiercely, as if he wanted to strangle the thin young man in his arms in two.

Lu Zheng snorted coldly, the back of his head slammed hard, the strong man's face was immediately sore, blood was dripping from his nose, and his arm couldn't help but let go of Lu Zheng.

Lu Zheng turned around and kicked him away.

The rest of the white young people rushed up, a scuffle broke out, Lu Zheng didn't know how many punches and kicks, in the chaos, these people were knocked down by Lu Zheng one by one, until a woman screamed, but it was Bai Sha Bao who wanted to come over to persuade him, it happened that Lu Zheng threw a white young man out of a round of falling, and was smashing on Bai Sha Bao's wheelchair, Bai Sha Bao and the wheelchair fell down on their backs together, and their heads hit the cobble road, which frightened the white young woman next to him screamed loudly.

Lu Zheng's movements froze, Carl, who had just gotten up from the ground, didn't care about Lu Zheng, rushed over to pick up his sister, and quickly ran towards the hospital building, all the white young people also followed, and a white young man turned around and said to Lu Zheng viciously: "You are dead!" You're dead! ”

Lu Zheng received a few punches on his face, and it hurt hotly, but he didn't realize it at all, and his brain was also in chaos......