In the winter of 1945, in a battle of the Liberation War, Zhang Xiangdong, a 62-year-old veteran military doctor known as 'Bethune', died honorably.

On this day, everyone's hearts are very heavy, after eight years of resistance, every soldier has been injured, and they were all treated by this old military doctor, and some of them who stepped into the ghost gate were also pulled back by Zhang Xiangdong. Whenever the old man was asked what he wanted at the end of the battle, he always liked to smoke two puffs of dry tobacco and then smile and say, "What else can I wish for?" I hope to drive the devil away as soon as possible, and then go back to my hometown to plant a few acres of land to support the elderly. ”

However, the devil drove away, the world was not peaceful, the civil war broke out, and now Zhang Xiangdong has sacrificed, and all visions have turned into bubbles.

On this day, the sky was clear, a feeling of drowning, Zhang Xiangdong felt suffocation in his chest, sat up all of a sudden, and took two deep breaths before feeling comfortable. After looking around, Zhang Xiangdong became a little dazed, where is this? Is it the underworld? How is it so far from what I imagined? Or is it paradise?

"Son, are you awake?" The middle-aged woman who was guarding the bedside asked with concern.

Son? Zhang Xiangdong was stunned for a moment, and looked at the middle-aged woman in front of him suspiciously, he was her son?

"Son, you lie down first, and I'll call the doctor over to see the situation." The middle-aged woman said with concern, and it could be seen from her haggard expression that she was very worried.

After a while, the doctor came, checked Zhang Xiangdong's body, and said to the middle-aged woman: "It's no big deal, I'll be discharged from the hospital after another day of observation, I'm good to wake up, otherwise it will be troublesome." ”

The middle-aged woman let out a long sigh of relief, and the hanging heart was relaxed, as if the heart was not in her stomach just now.

Zhang Xiangdong was a little dumbfounded, he also knew some of the medical equipment around him, but all of them were much more advanced than those used in his time.

Heaven, what a paradise!

Wait, just when Zhang Xiangdong praised himself for coming to heaven, he accidentally saw the calendar at the head of the bed, October 5, 2013, Saturday?

"Son, you're fine, the doctor said that you can go home after another day of observation, and tomorrow you will go home and your mother will cook you something delicious." The middle-aged woman said excitedly, holding her son's hand tightly.

Warm? Zhang Xiangdong was stunned, feeling the warm sweat in the palms of the middle-aged woman, and couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, it is impossible for ghosts to feel cold and warm, what is going on?

Zhang Xiangdong's other hand in the quilt pinched himself fiercely, feeling the pain, which made Zhang Xiangdong stunned again, looking very incredible, is he still alive?

But at that time, the Kuomintang machine gun fired itself like a plug, how could it be alive? And he was sixty-two when he died, but this body was a young man, how could this be?

Could it be that his own ghost has been resurrected into this young man?

Unbelievable, incomprehensible, how could such a thing happen? As an old [***] member, Zhang Xiangdong is a standard atheist, but everything in front of him is indeed a living existence, not heaven, let alone hell, nor is it imagined by himself, because he really feels pain.

How so?

Zhang Xiangdong, who was stunned for half an hour, and his brain was like a ball of porridge, accepted the facts in front of him. But then a new question appeared in front of Zhang Xiangdong, what is his name now? What is the role in this society? The most concerned thing is which party won that year?

After being stunned for a while, Zhang Xiangdong straightened out his thoughts, and asked with great difficulty: "Mom, I feel a little messy in my brain, I can't remember some things clearly, what's wrong with me?" Zhang Xiangdong made a pained expression.

"Son, are you alright?" The middle-aged woman who had just put her mind at ease suddenly became nervous again.

"It's nothing, I just feel a little pain in my head, buzzing, has my brain been hit hard?" Zhang Xiangdong asked speculatively, he was an old Chinese medicine doctor with excellent medical skills in front of him, so he could naturally judge it based on the injury in his brain.

"Son, don't you remember? Don't you remember anything? The middle-aged woman asked nervously.

"I don't remember, what happened?" Zhang Xiangdong looked dazed, the fact that Zhang Xiangdong really didn't know what was going on, after assessing the head injury, he should have been hit very seriously, and simply made a look of amnesia, so that he would not show his feet.

The middle-aged woman comforted her son for a while, and hurried to the doctor.

Zhang Xiangdong, who was lying on the bed, couldn't help but have another question in his mind, he occupied this flesh body, so where did the original owner of this flesh body go?

No one can answer this question, including Zhang Xiangdong, who has died once. In Zhang Xiangdong's mind, the last memory stayed in the sound of gunfire in the sky, and then he collapsed, without any perception, and then he was like being locked in a dark room, isolated from everything, without the legendary bull head and no horse. When there is consciousness again, it is the case of Fang Cai.

From 1945 to 2013, nearly 70 years have passed, but what form did these 70 years take to exist?

Zhang Xiangdong himself is not clear, and others are naturally even more unclear, this is a mystery that can never be solved.

After a while, the middle-aged woman turned back with a look of thought.

At this moment, Zhang Xiangdong, who was lying on the bed, closed his eyes, and simply didn't think about these problems, since life has started again, he has to go on well.

There were no gunshots, no roars of enemy planes, and no wounded people in the hospital. Zhang Xiangdong's biggest ideal in front of him is to go back to his hometown Yangcheng, plant a few acres of land, and take his grandson, the little grandson was just ten years old when he left, and if he was still alive, he would be over seventy years old now.

It's ridiculous to think about it, my grandson is seventy, and I am only twenty, who is who's grandson?

In any case, since God has given Zhang Xiangdong such a chance to be reborn, he wants to find his lost relatives and reunite his family.

After lying on the bed for a while, Zhang Xiangdong got up, and the middle-aged woman hurriedly supported him, and said with concern: "Son, why don't you lie down anymore, the doctor said you need to rest more." ”

"Mom, I think I'm fine, my head doesn't hurt as much as it just now, I'm almost discharged from the hospital." Zhang Xiangdong said.

"No, observe for two more days, and it's not too late to be discharged from the hospital after being notified by the doctor." The middle-aged woman was very resolute, and then asked cautiously, "Son, do you think of anything?" For example, people at home, or colleagues and friends? ”

Zhang Xiangdong made an expression of trying to recall, but this thought was a headache in his brain, and the middle-aged woman next to him hurriedly persuaded: "Son, don't worry, think slowly, there is time." ”

Zhang Xiangdong pretended to be dazed and asked, "Mom, how did I become like this?" How did the wound on my head come about? ”

"Son, it's okay if you can't remember it, just forget about her, that woman is not worth it for you." The middle-aged woman said bitterly.

After being silent for a while, Zhang Xiangdong insisted: "Mom, if you tell me if it's okay, I promise not to do stupid things in the future." Judging from my mother's attitude, the wound on my head was due to a woman, and this woman was very annoying to my mother.

"Son." The middle-aged woman sighed, unable to stand her son's insistence, and said with bitter tears: "Here's the thing, you got off work from the antique shop at that time, halfway"

"Mom, I'll bring breakfast, is my brother awake?" A sound like the chirping of a kingfisher warbler came, and I saw a young woman with a ponytail entering.

"Xiaowei, you're here, how are you at home in the past two days? Your dad went to work, right? The middle-aged woman asked with concern.

"The family is fine, but my father has been working overtime at night for the past two days, and he is a little tired." Xiaowei said, and asked with random concern: "Mom, is my brother's injury okay?" ”

"It's okay." The middle-aged woman replied with a little choked up.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Xiaowei was frightened by her mother's appearance, and hurriedly asked with concern.

"Come, Dadong, see if you recognize her?" The middle-aged woman asked Zhang Xiangdong, who shook his head blankly, indicating that he didn't know. From the name of the middle-aged woman just now, Zhang Xiangdong knew that the owner of this body was nicknamed Dadong, which was the same as his nickname.

"Mom, what's wrong, brother?" Xiaowei asked eagerly.

"Hey." The middle-aged woman sighed, "The doctor said that it may have been a blow to the brain that caused the amnesia. ”

"Amnesia?" Xiaowei was surprised, sat on the edge of the bed, and asked, "Brother, do you remember me?" I'm Via! Brother, I'm your sister! ”

Zhang Xiangdong was still at a loss, and asked after a long time, "Who am I?" ”

"Brother, don't scare me, you are Wang Dong, I am Wang Xiaowei." Xiao Wei's anxious eyes were red, and she turned her head and asked, "Mom, what can I do about this?" ”

"Xiaowei, don't worry about it first, the doctor said that you might remember it for a while." The middle-aged woman was relieved.

"Wang Dong, Wang Xiaowei?" Zhang Xiangdong muttered a few sentences, making a look of some thoughts, Xiaowei asked eagerly, "Brother, do you remember something?" ”

"It seems a little, but it's very vague, and it hurts when I think about it." Zhang Xiangdong made a thoughtful look.

"Xiaowei, don't rush your brother, maybe he will be able to remember it when the injury on his head is healed." The middle-aged woman comforted, and at this time Xiaowei came back from her panic, but her eyes were already red from crying, and she complained: "It's all sister-in-law who is bad, it's all sister-in-law who is bad." ”

"Don't mention her, she's not your sister-in-law yet, and she doesn't deserve to be your sister-in-law." The middle-aged woman was angry and shouted.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I won't mention her in the future." Xiaowei said aggrievedly.

"Good, Xiaowei, your brother will be fine." The middle-aged woman comforted.

"Mom, who is that woman? How did the wound on my head come about? Zhang Xiangdong asked blankly.

"Dadong, since you don't remember, just forget it, none of us are allowed to mention that woman in the future, as if it never appeared." The middle-aged woman said, and Zhang Xiangdong had no choice but to stop asking.

"Come, brother, eat something first, you must be hungry after lying in the hospital bed for days, right?" Xiaowei took out the breakfast she brought and said.

Zhang Xiangdong was only injured in the head, his hands and feet were fine, and he could still eat food, but he didn't chew it, and the scars on his head would hurt, but this little injury Xiaotong was a piece of cake for Zhang Xiangdong, who had experienced the baptism of war.

After breakfast, Zhang Xiangdong continued to lie on the bed to rest.

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