I don't want to see the doctors and nurses swaying back and forth in front of me, I don't even want to speak. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It was Lu Hang's brother who forcibly took off in the snowstorm and saved me with his life. And I almost pulled off the tab on the grenade, nearly killing my brothers who had come to my rescue.

The brothers rushed me to the army hospital as fast as they could, and after resuscitation, the military doctors said that I could survive and would definitely survive.

But my right hand had two broken tendons, and one of the joints was broken, and the fingers could only curl up in disgust, and could no longer stretch freely.

As an ordinary person, these are just innocious injuries.

Isn't it just that two fingers can't move flexibly? Isn't there just a finger joint that is always curled?

But the injuries on my body doomed me to be unable to keenly feel the slight tremor on the trigger, to use the dagger in my hand flexibly, and to stay in the special forces that are only suitable for the survival of the strong.

I'm a piece of shit!

I even hate the medic who woke me up from a deep coma!

Even if I freeze to death in that strange ice peak and snow region, it is better than me being a waste......

The instructors came to see me, and the brothers came to see me, but I was silent, and I didn't even look at them.

I'm no longer the same person I used to be, I'm no longer the one who can climb high and low on the training ground, I'm no longer the one who can drag the hippie smile of the cooking boss in the cooking class to grab food and drink, and I'm no longer the one who can smoke in the instructor's pocket!

Before I could heal from my injuries, I quietly returned to the base.

I couldn't stay in the hospital anymore and the feeling of being cared for all the time almost drove me crazy!

I returned to the dorm at a time when the big guys were out to practice.

The quilt on my bed folded neatly, and my personal belongings cabinet was spotlessly clean. Even my toothbrush and tooth jar didn't get a trace of dust on it.

I was sitting in an empty dorm room, and my mind was as empty as the dorm room in front of me.

How did I get back to base?

I'm already a waste, and there will be no place for me in this base where only the strong can survive.

But if I don't come back, where else can I go?

I sat there in a daze until my brothers returned to the dormitory after they had finished their drills.

Jiang Kuan's giant grandson's guy rushed over, hugged me and said bald, why did you come back? Are your injuries still healed? Does the instructor know you're back?

I didn't speak, I just looked at Jiang Kuan's face full of surprise.

The instructor also arrived, but did not speak. He just looked at me silently, then turned and walked out.

I heard the instructor come out of the room and say that someone was going to tell the cooking class to add vegetables to the bald head at noon today, and add two dishes that he liked.

I continued to sit there until the Cook Boss walked up to me with two plates of my favorite tiger skin peppers and back pot meat with a grin, and I said thank you to the Cook Boss with a little sluggishness, I have no appetite.

The boss of the cook still smiled and put the two plates of dishes in front of me, and said bald head while taking out a few salted duck eggs from his trouser pocket, how can you do it without eating?

Whatever it is, you fill your stomach first. Even if it's just idle with life, you have the strength to be angry when you're full, right?

Come on, come on, try my craft while it's hot.

I still have no appetite, but looking at the smiling face of the cooking grandfather, I can only randomly stuff the food brought to me by the cooking grandfather into my mouth......

In the afternoon, my brothers still went out to practice, and I was left alone in the dormitory again.

I walked slowly to the instructor's office, and I looked into the instructor's eyes and said "Instructor, I want to go to the farm."

The instructor didn't speak, but slowly lit a cigarette and let the smoke swirl between the two of us......

I still looked into the instructor's eyes and said that the instructor was going to the farm, and I couldn't do anything while I stayed here, and I was aggrieved. It's better to go to the farm and grow vegetables with those brothers, at least I can have something to do!

The instructor still didn't speak, just stared out the window in a daze.

I just stood stupidly, and I just watched the silhouette of the instructor.

I don't know how long it took?

The instructor turned to me and said, bald, come with me, I'll take you to meet someone.

I followed the instructor towards the outside of the base, towards a small village hidden in a poplar forest.

I'm wondering a little bit?

We all know that this small village hidden in the poplar forest is inhabited by some family members who have come to visit relatives in the army, or some local people who have opened small restaurants and small grocery stores.

What did the instructor tell me to do there?

But I didn't want to speak, and even though I had doubts in my mind, I still followed the instructor silently.

The instructor stopped on a hill overlooking the small village, pointed to a simple courtyard below, and said bald, you must know that man, right?

I looked into the courtyard, and I saw the eggman.

But all the brothers who have walked around the periphery of the army station have seen the egg guy, and some brothers have even privately asked the egg guy to buy preserved eggs or something.

The Egg Guy was disabled, and his arms were broken at elbows. I don't usually like to talk much, but I wear a pair of faded military pants and pick up a lot of preserved and salted eggs from a bucket to sell at the bazaar.

Some brothers have also seen the egg guy's unique skills.

The egg guy has no hands, but his short, bald arms are quite flexible. The two mutilated arms gently clasped together a fresh egg, and then gently plated the egg in the prepared yellow mud, and then gently set aside the egg stained with yellow mud and grass ash.

Usually two buckets full of fresh eggs can be processed in just half a day, almost no different from the time it takes for a healthy person with sound hands.

But why did the instructor call me to come and see the egg guy? Tell me to learn from the disabled Zhijian of the egg guy?

The instructor pointed to the egg guy who was busy in the yard and said that you all call him the egg guy, but you don't know his real name, right?

In fact, you kid may not think of his real name, but you kid should know the masters of the mechanical platoon? I'll tell you, the Egg Guy is the master of those guys!

Yes?

Those masters of the mechanical platoon, as long as they are brothers stationed nearby, don't know. No matter what faulty machinery comes into their hands, three or two efforts will definitely be to get rid of the disease.

But the egg guy is their master? Why haven't you heard those guys mention it?

And the egg guy's hands are .......

The instructor said that you kid wants to go to the farm, do you want to avoid us, avoid the little brothers around you?

You've always been a character who doesn't admit defeat. What do you think about crushing people, you never say a soft word before and after people!

But now that your hand is crippled, you feel that you can't speak in front of your little brother, and you can't be an adult anymore, right?

Look at the eggs.

His hand was crushed in an accident, and the medical conditions at the time made it impossible to replant a severed limb.

The egg guy is so disabled for life.

The egg guy is playing with machinery, a pair of hands are gone, the hands that can be used as the eyes of a mechanic are gone, the egg guy is completely wasted, and it is impossible to walk into the machine repair workshop again!

The army took care of the eggman, wanted the eggman to recover in advance, and even found a casual job for the eggman. But the egg guy said that there were no relatives at home, so he would rather stay in the army station. Then, the egg guy rested at home for half a year and began to make a living with this preserved egg and salted egg.

Every day, the egg guy carries a bucket to the bazaar to do business, and he can see his apprentices and the recruits who know him.

The apprentices went up to call the master, and the recruits came to say hello, and the egg guy just smiled and didn't say much.

The egg guy was originally such a silent personality, and it hasn't changed for so many years, both when he has a pair of hands and when he doesn't have them.

Bald, do you think this old guy is a gentleman? Is it a guy who picks up and puts down?

You kid wants to go to the farm, you make a report, and I'll approve it tomorrow!

But you kid think it out for Lao Tzu!

Do you go to the farm to hide from your brothers, or do you go to the farm and do what you can? After thinking clearly, come to the company to find me at night!

After the instructor finished speaking, he walked in the direction of the camp with his hands behind his back.

I was left alone on the hill, and watched the egg guy work ...... in the yard.