Liang Guocheng slept in the house of a fellow North Korean villager, ate a hot meal, and covered it with the poor woman's torn cotton wool. It's not as warm as it gets, but it feels safe. Soon the fellow will be able to help him find the troops, as long as he finds the troops, he will inevitably go to the hospital for treatment, and there will be many opportunities to find Xiaoyu. Thinking of Xiaoyu, he smiled from the bottom of his heart, he hadn't seen Xiaoyu for two years, and he didn't know if she could adapt to the cold climate of North Korea when she joined the army and entered the DPRK, and whether she could withstand the heavy work in the army, whether her thin body could withstand it, and whether she would get sick.

Knowing how he could withstand the blow after he was captured. The more I thought about it, the more upset I became, so I simply sat up, and slowly calmed down. Yingji's tattered cotton wool and dilapidated house that leaked into the sky made him feel uneasy. He couldn't let the person who saved his life live in such a house, and if he found a unit with a few comrades, he would definitely build a new house from scratch.

The years of war have made life extremely difficult for the poor people of Korea, because the war often misses the agricultural time, which reduces the grain production in a large area, and has to hand over the public grain that has doubled compared with the usual time.

Ying Ji relied on the few acres of land left by her ancestors, and handed over the public grain, which was not enough for a year's food and drink, and she had already changed from three meals to two meals. Moreover, it is also a busy farm work, and two porridges a day when the work in the field is not too heavy.

Usually she works in the fields and does not come home at noon in order to eat one less meal. Now there is a man in the family for no reason, and he feels that he has three meals in the army, and he goes home at noon to cook for him. Watch him finish eating, clean up and go to the ground. But from today onwards, every day on the way to work, she always has to dig some wild vegetables, and this is her dinner.

Because of the war, the villagers were afraid of trouble, and almost no one lit the lamp when it got dark. In fact, there is no kerosene at all, and the villagers light the lamps with cooking oil, and they don't have enough to eat, so who can give up the lamps to use them. Young-hee's family has only one home, and the North Korean family has no stove. She shyly pointed to the inside against the wall, handed him the torn cotton wool and gestured for him to sleep.

He understood what she meant, if he slept in the cotton wool, Young-hee would have to sleep at the door, and there was nothing to cover. The self-esteem of a Chinese man makes him angry, how can he tolerate a woman sleeping in the door under the same roof. Nothing is covered, the wind is blocked, and the man sleeps in it, covered with cotton wool. As if insulted, he blushed and looked resolute, and he must sleep in Yingji's cotton wool.

Young-hee is a stubborn woman who is taught by Korean tradition, and the two tear up the cotton wool in order to push the sleeping place, and finally accidentally tear the cotton wool into two pieces before stopping. Although it is rotten cotton wool, it is Yingji's only quilt to avoid the cold. He hurriedly apologized and peeked at Yingji out of the corner of his eye, worried that she would turn her face and kick him out.

This village is not big, and there are nearly 100 people, and it is the responsibility of a certain person to rescue the volunteer soldiers, not to mention that everyone does not believe that he is a volunteer. In addition to trusting the volunteers, Yingji needs a man to support her family. Because she was born ugly and disabled, the people in the village rejected her as a monster, and in the past, her grandfather was alive and there were people to protect her, and now any accident in the village is blamed on her.

Some people even wanted to drive her out of the village, she knew that if she left her home, from the land of her ancestors, she would freeze and starve to death in a foreign land. In her heart, the volunteers never disliked her ugly and disliked her, and even the wounded soldiers could help her bear the sky.

Then they laughed again. Yingji pointed to the sleeping bag and made a stitching motion, and he simply handed her the sleeping bag. Yingji lit the long-lost oil lamp, took out the old clothes in the sleeping bag, and compared the planting scissors. Liang Guocheng didn't sleep well for a few days, and he couldn't stay up all night and fell asleep in a daze. Ying Ji didn't sleep all night, and when the morning came, she used old clothes and old cotton wool to change into two quilts, although they were smaller than ordinary people's quilts; It's a little thinner, but it's also a luxury for the poor during the war years.

The poor have no watch, and the sun is the clock of work and rest. Tianjijing lit up slightly, Ying Ji rubbed her sleepy and somewhat swollen eyes, and gently covered Liang Guocheng with a quilt. Gently opened the door, walked to the middle of the courtyard and stretched his waist, and smelted his face with cold water. Then dragged the stump leg, quickly cooked and put it beside him. Carrying the North Koreans' back basket and holding the short-handled narrow hoe, he went out and went straight up the mountain.

Liang Guocheng woke up and the sun had already shone into the house. Touching the quilt that had been changed from the old military uniform, and looking at the food next to him, he was a little excited. Such careful care is only when the old lady is so careful at home. Later, when I left home from school, I never felt so carefully cared for again. Although he and Xiaoyu are lovers, they must be at school, and they don't live together, so there are all kinds of inconveniences.

He ate and walked out of the room with one hand on crutches, and wanted to wash the dishes and chopsticks, They had only known each other for a day, and Young-hee, an ordinary Korean countryman, had little responsibility to take care of him.

Suddenly, Young-hee ran desperately with a limp, and a group of children chased after her and hit her with rocks and clods. She ran into the courtyard and closed the door reflexively despite the stones and clods thrown over, and the children outside coaxed as if singing a children's rhyme, "The ugly girl is a goblin, and the goblin is Yingji!" ”

Yingji turned her head and saw him standing in the courtyard, her face flushed, it was very shameless for an adult to be bullied by a group of children so embarrassed. Liang Guocheng motioned for her to leave, slammed open the courtyard door and shouted, "What are you doing?" "These children usually bully her a lot, and she has never avoided it without any resistance.

Today, the courtyard door suddenly opened, and a big man came out of nowhere, and he didn't watch out for shouting, and the bold turned his head and ran away, and the timid scared wow, and cried. Since Young-hee's grandfather died, no one can protect her, and it's common to chase and abuse like this, and the most hateful thing is that adults not only don't care about it, but also watch jokes. Today, someone finally made her the master, and she was a volunteer soldier from China. She climbed on his shoulder aggrievedly and cried, crying out the grievances of the two after her grandfather's death, and crying out her gratitude to the volunteers!

After Ying Ji released her grievances and grievances, she felt that she was crawling on the shoulders of the unfamiliar man, and felt that she was too out of shape, and she confessed to Liang Guocheng. She told him that she never came home at noon after she went down in the morning, and that she only came home after dark. Today, I went up the mountain to collect medicine in order to treat his injury, and I came back early in order to use the medicine for him as soon as possible, so I met this group of children.

Liang Guocheng had a sour feeling in his heart when he heard this, and he turned his face to hold back his tears. This feeling can only be felt by a child lying in his mother's arms, and now he seems to feel it!

Young-hee took out two baskets from the house and placed the herbs on top of them. This herb should be dried to get rid of the dew, otherwise people may have diarrhea if they eat it. Then divide the ones to be boiled and put them in the casserole for cooking, because she has no second bite at all. He also took out something that looked like Chinese pounded garlic from the house, picked out several other herbs, and pounded the juice out of it.

He boiled water and undressed him, cleaned his wound anew, and wrapped the medicinal juice and herbs into the wound. He also fried the herbs in the clay pot into a decoction and took care of him to drink it. Helped him back to the house, let him sleep and help him put the lid on. Gesturing to tell him to rest more and the wound grows faster. Then he carried his tools and went to work in the fields.

Liang Guocheng slept for a while and woke up at noon. I felt that the wound was cool, and the pain was somewhat reduced. He thought it was a mental effect, sat up and twisted his body, it was indeed much lighter. If you can go on here for a while, maybe this herb will heal the wound? He thought so. In fact, most of the people who grew up before the liberation received traditional Chinese medicine culture, except for people in big cities, the vast majority of people have never seen Western medicine at all. A person like Liang Guocheng, who is highly educated, is more receptive to new things, and although he has a place in his brain for Chinese medicine, he prefers to believe in Western medicine. In his bones, he still wants to find the army as soon as possible and let the army doctors treat his injuries, especially Xiaoyu to treat him.

Young-hee came back from outside humming a little song and spent a day and a night under one roof. It was as if he had seen her smiling face for the first time, and his mind was completely relaxed. He grabbed him by the sleeve and happily said in Korean that he didn't understand: "On the way back, the children stopped me again and threw stones at me." I said I was going home and told the big volunteer comrade, and the group of children turned around in fright and ran. I don't think anyone will dare to bully me again! She covered her mouth and laughed, bent over with uncontrollable laughter, and kept laughing out loud.

Liang Guocheng stared at Ying Ji with strange eyes, not understanding how happy he was to scare away a few children. Ying Ji also felt a little out of shape, and hurriedly complained to him. Liang Guocheng couldn't understand the depression of losing her relatives and protecting her, and the whole village treated her as a plague god, and even children dared to bully her. In the village, when someone had an accident or fell ill, the villagers believed that she had brought it to her.

There was even a time when the villagers were trying to drive her out of the village. She also knew that she was kicked out of the village, and no village could accept her based on her appearance, and she had only a dead end. Stubborn, she decided to fight to the death in order to survive. That day, the village chief had a meeting with several leaders, and Yingji took a kitchen knife and went in, "plopped" and knelt on the ground and slashed her arm with a kitchen knife, and then put the knife on her neck. At that time, there was no electricity in the mountain village, and the oil light line was already dim. Young-hee was startled when she slammed the door open, but by the time they figured out what was going on, she was covered in blood and had a knife on her neck.

North Korea is a small country, young people are conscripted into the army, and the village leaders are village elders. Although they regarded her as a plague god, they did not dare to do anything that forced people to die. Since then, no one has driven her out of the village, but she has gained the nickname of a madman. In the past, she was called "Ugly Girl Yingji, and later she was called an ugly crazy woman!" ”

Yingji is a very virtuous woman, in addition to taking care of him in life, she goes up the mountain every day to help him wash and change the medicine and decoction. During this time, he gestured every day and asked her to go out to help inquire about the location of the troops, but every time he came back, he waved and told him that the troops had gone far. In fact, the news of the end of the war had already spread, and the government had posted notices in the villages.

Young-hee wanted to keep him and deliberately didn't tell him. She regards him as a backer, the man in her life, but she is too ugly to speak. Now every time he asked her to find troops, she was nervous, and took advantage of the night to go out and tear up the proclamation of the end of the war. Although she also knew that it was impossible to hide it for a lifetime, there was no way but to hide it for a day.

Liang Guocheng took the decoction prepared by Yingji for more than ten days, and felt that he had improved significantly, the wound was not very painful, he did not have a fever, and his cough was basically good, but he only coughed a few times occasionally. It's just that the waist still can't be straightened, one leg seems to be short and can't leave the crutches, and one eye can barely see. This is the result of all of Young-hee's motherly love, taking care of her like a mother. Although she also knows that the sooner she gets better, the sooner she will leave her, maybe this is the kindness that motherhood is born with!