The golden setting sun filtered into the room through the narrow windows, filtered through the cyan glass, and the sunlight turned a miserable green color. In the pillar of light formed by the sunlight, countless fine dust can be seen churning up and down.

The most conspicuous thing in the room is the huge log bookshelf, which is piled up with books of all kinds and sizes, which looks a little disorganized.

On the side of the bookshelf, a violin case hangs, and next to it are two slender cloth bags, revealing a dozen bamboo flutes that are either verdant or golden.

In front of the bookshelf, there is a very simple wooden bed, one side of the bed is facing the desk under the bookshelf, you can sit directly on the edge of the bed and lie on the desk to write, and the other side is facing two elegant sofas, in the middle of the sofa, there is a small table with beautiful craftsmanship, which looks like there are traces of a long history.

In the corner of the sofa, there are seven or eight wooden boxes and cardboard boxes, and the wooden boxes are all kinds of shell boxes and bullet boxes, which look very sturdy. One of the cardboard boxes on top was unsealed, revealing the pickled hind legs of an unknown animal, filling the room with the smell of food.

The bed was covered with a reed mat woven of water candle grass, a quilt of green linen was spread there, and on top lay a young man with a thick bandage on his head. Beneath the thick gauze, blood was still slowly spreading outward, wetting the bandages and pillows. His body also twitched from time to time because of the pain.

At the head of the bed beneath his head lay a fierce wolfdog, but like its owner, one leg was heavily wrapped. Its eyes kept staring at the owner on the bed, revealing confusion and tenderness.

It also seems to be well aware that its owner is seriously injured.

Outside, the door was facing a long hallway, and on either side of the corridor, there were eight rooms on opposite sides. It was not until the end of the staircase that there was a small living room, which occupied about the position of one room. Just next to the staircase, there are two rows of chairs with backrests, and in the middle of the opposite row of chairs is a long wooden table about five or six meters long.

On the benches on either side of the long table, sat two middle-aged women over forty years old. In the middle of them, a jumble of threads lay on the table, and they skillfully kneaded the thin threads into a thick thread, and then threaded them into the ring behind the whistle and tied a knot. In the basket next to it, there was already a whistle for half a basket.

The hands were busy, but their mouths didn't stop, and they kept muttering quietly. "Josephine, I heard that your Fabian has been promoted to sergeant?"

A woman with a gloomy expression and a somewhat thin look said: "I would rather he was not promoted, it is said that the Third Army will be transferred to the Eastern Front. Those Russians are not easy to deal with, and I don't want him to leave me like his father. ”

The other woman was obviously much prettier, and at this time her beautiful lips were tightly pursed, and she sighed for a while: "Danger is everywhere, and living in this era can only be our sorrow." ”

Josephine glanced around and whispered, "Dietlinde, don't talk nonsense, the secret police will send you to the battlefield to disturb the morale of the army." ”

Knowing that the other party was doing it for his own good, Dietlinde smiled bitterly, shook his head, and did not say any more.

But Josephine herself couldn't help but say, "Even the rear is not safe, don't you see Jonas lying in his room now?" I just hope that the war will pass sooner. ”

Dietrind sighed and said, "The Netherlands is okay, Jonas was unlucky this time and drove to the mines planted by the resistance. Hopefully he'll recover soon......"

"He'll be fine......" At this time, a tall, majestic woman stepped up the wooden staircase. She is more than 1.8 meters tall, weighs more than 200 pounds, and has a bucket of hot water in her hand, but it doesn't seem to weigh her at all, and this large wooden bucket looks like a toy bucket compared to her size. "Dietlinde, you've studied nursing, can you help me?"

Dietlinde put down her whistle and stood up. "Of course, I'd love to."

The fat woman turned her head again and said, "Josephine, Chief Maxi has returned, and you should go over and bring the clothes he changed to wash." ”

"Kelly, how's his mood? You know, I'm most afraid of the way he looks with a straight face. ”

"Not bad, supposedly caught the mined resistance......" she sighed and turned to walk to the other end of the hallway.

The big wolfdog, who was lying down, heard the movement and struggled to stand up on three legs, whining in its mouth, as if to welcome it.

Kelly put down the bucket and touched its head, and it returned to its kennel satisfied, still looking up at the two women stripping their owners naked and scrubbing their bodies.

"Kelly, Jonas's skin is so enviable, do all yellow people have such delicate skin?"

"I didn't know, he was the only yellow person I'd ever seen. Take your hands off the way, he's still a kid! ”

Seeing that Kelly scrubbed all parts of Jonas's body without hesitation, Dietlinde, who was holding Jonas's head, withdrew his hand on his chest and grinned: "He is also twenty-one years old, and you are the only one who still treats him as a child, if he is a German, he is now fighting bravely on the battlefield!" ”

They were all in their forties, and the children were the same age as Jonas, so there weren't too many taboos. Kelly washed Jonas clean, helped him change his clothes, examined the wounds on his neck and the back of his head, and put him back in place.

Since he was injured in the back of his head, he had to sleep on his stomach. Kelly sat beside him and looked after him, looking at the wall clock from time to time.

"Kelly, don't worry. Didn't the doctor say that he had injured the back of his head and would recover soon. ”

"What a doctor, that's just a veterinarian. Mr. Hoffman went to the barracks to find a real doctor and should have returned. ”

Dietlinde packed up his bucket and dirty clothes, and was just about to leave, when a tall man hurried over. He was about forty years old, with short gray hair and a serious expression, and his stature of more than 1.9 meters was slightly slumped between the somewhat low attics, making him look several years older than his actual age.

Behind him, there was a doctor with glasses, much thinner. He carried a medicine box with a red cross on it, like a sidekick.

Both women took two steps back, got out of the way, and shouted, "Mr. Hoffman." ”

Hoffman nodded and asked in a low voice, "Is Jonas's condition stable?" ”

The bespectacled doctor said, "I'll judge for myself......

Hearing him say this, Hoffman immediately moved out of his place and let the doctor sit on the edge of the bed. He looked at the bandaged wound and said without raising his head, "Someone will help me hold his head." ”

This time without Dietlinde's help, Kelly walked around to the other side of the bed, crouched down at the head of the bed, and held Jonas's head in the palm of her hand.

The doctor cut the gauze with scissors, looked at the wound that was still bloody and blurred, frowned and said: "Mr. Hoffman, you also come to help, his wound has not been treated properly, it needs to be cleaned with alcohol again, and I also want to see if there is any debris from his skull into the brain, so I must arrange an operation immediately." ”

Hoffman asked, "Is there anything I need to prepare?" ”

"Hot water, sterilized gauze, I have some sulfonamides here, it should be able to cope with it." He changed his voice and whispered, "If skull debris enters the brain, then it will be left to fate." ”

Hoffman nodded and said in a deep voice, "Doctor Crawn, I'm sorry for everything. ”

Although the flesh in the back of the head was blurred, the condition was better than expected. Clone shaved the hair at the back of his head, cut his scalp a little wider along the wound, carefully restored the misaligned skull, and then sewed the scalp back on. The wound turned into a pyramid-shaped triangle, which looked particularly hideous.

The doctor stood up, looked at the wound and said, "Mr. Hoffman, I will leave medicine and gauze for seven days." However, it is best to make him a special helmet to protect his wounds, or to bind his body so that he does not touch the wounds when he rolls over. ”

"Doctor Crowne, thank you for your help, I'll have the driver take you back to the barracks." He walked around the head of the bed and pulled out two boxes of canned food and a few sausages from the box in the corner. "Mrs. Janssen, please help me find a bag."

If Hoffman had taken out cash, Clouen would not have accepted it in order to establish a good relationship with the businessman in charge of military supply. But now he had food in short supply, so Clun happily accepted his gift.

Watching Hoffman escort the doctor out of the room, Kelly sat back at the head of the bed, rubbing Jonas cheek with her fat fingers, a tender expression in her eyes.

At dinner time, Hoffmann returned to his room, with an extra sawn German M35 helmet in his hand. The entire back of the helmet was sawn off and then re-welded with a horn so that it was worn on the head without directly pressing on the wound on the back of the head.

"Kelly, when you're going out, help Jonas put this helmet on, as long as it's secured, it won't crush the wound when he rolls over."

"Yes, sir."

Hoffman was silent for a moment, and said, "You go to dinner, I'll take care of Jonas." ”

Kelly glanced at Jonas lying on the bed again, calling out to the big wolfdog at the head of the bed. "John, John...... Let's go to dinner. ”

The big wolfdog named John raised his head, whimpered, and lay there again. Kelly sighed, picked up the lunch box next to it, and got up and walked outside the house.

The light in the room had dimmed, and Hoffman turned on the electric light in the room, bypassed the head of the bed, and sat down on the edge of the bed inside. In front of him were several books that had been opened, and there was a stack of papers with staves drawn on them.

The books were literary fiction, and Hoffman had no interest in them, so he picked up the stack of sheet music and began to play it with his fingers on the top of the desk according to the keys.

Apparently the scores were not yet finished, and Hoffman played them silently, fantasizing about the rhythms and melodies in his mind, revising the scores, and from time to time turning his head to look at the young man on the bed, his eyes full of love.

It was late at night, but Kelly still knelt in front of the windowsill and whispered a prayer, on which she placed a silver statue of Christ, which glowed dimly in the bright moonlight.

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