Reinhardt had an arm injury and couldn't do strenuous exercise, but he only needed to move his shoulders and fingers to play poker, and he didn't have a problem playing cards. After Hitler played two post-European poker games with them, he found that it was still the Chinese landlords who had a lot of fun, so he said: "Why don't I teach you how to fight landlords." ”

"Fighting the landlord?"

Bu Shi raised his eyebrows and asked, apparently he had not heard of Dou Landlord before. Seeing this, Hitler told them the rules of fighting landlords, and both Busch and Reinhardt had low IQs, and they practiced fighting twice and quickly learned.

"It's fun!" Almsgiving is very enthusiastic, and although Europeans are not addicted to cards, there are many who like it.

The three of them played for several hours, coming and going, and the three of them chatted while playing cards, and the friendship grew a lot.

Gambling is the root of all evil, which can ruin people and break up their wives, but on the other hand, in society, controlled gambling can quickly increase people's friendship and can become a platform and means of social interaction.

Through playing cards and chatting at the same time, Hitler had some understanding of almsgiving, at this time almsgiving was already very famous, the company led by them was regarded as a sharp knife unit in their army, every battle must be victorious, fierce and fierce, alms fought bravely, every time they rushed to the front, almost every battle will be injured, and was called "undead almsgiving" in the army.

The three of them had dinner time, and it was only after Fuisha's strong stop that they stopped the "war".

"It turns out that there are such rules for playing poker, how did I not know before." He likes to play cards, and his spirit is excited.

"This is a game invented in my hometown, and of course you wouldn't know it." Hitler laughed and said it was a nice feeling to be friends with the future marshal.

The next day, Bushi went to the ward to play cards again, but this time Fuisha didn't allow it: "Bushi, is your head blown up crazy, you know how to play cards in one day, believe it or not, I will sue your father." ”

"Well, then I'll get out of ......" Bushi didn't say a word, obediently obeyed Fuisa's words, and Hitler on the side laughed, but he didn't expect that Bushi was almost thirty years old, and he was still afraid of his father.

"Looks like Bushi and Fuisha know each other very well!" Hitler thought to himself that Fuisha actually knew Bushi's father, and the two must have known each other for a long time.

Only Hitler and Reinhardt were left in the ward, and Reinhardt, who had nothing to do, still lay lifeless on the bed, muttering to himself: "Impossible, I heard Busch say that Fuisa likes talented, I even memorized the only sonnets I know, why is Fuisa still not in love with me." ”

It's easy and hard to fall in love with someone, Reinhardt doesn't look ugly, he can't speak, and his behavior is too impulsive, which leads to a bad first impression of Fuisa, which leads to his failure in love.

Reinhardt suddenly jumped up from the bed: "I write love poems myself, I see if she is moved." ”

Reinhardt took out a pencil and paper in a drawer and wrote a few lines, Hitler tilted his head and looked at it, only to feel that the love poem he wrote was extremely bad, and the content was like this: The sun in the sky is so big / ah / the light of Fuisa Khan is like rain / ah / what a big sun in the sky.

"Poof!" Hitler's laughter couldn't be contained, and saliva sprayed at Reinhardt, this Reinhardt is really funny, and it can be compared with the warlord Zhang Zongchang of the Republic of China.

"Why are you doing this? I wrote so well, you see, so neatly, and I used the corresponding penmanship from beginning to end. Reinhardt's eyes widened and he looked at Hitler with exasperation, Reinhardt probably hadn't read much, and he didn't know how bad his own love poems were.

"Look at me and I'll write it."

Although Hitler was not very literate, he had read a little bit before. Reinhardt knew that he was not good enough, so he handed him pen and paper.

"Well, you'd better write one for me." Reinhardt said.

Writing and drawing on paper, Hitler remembered a love poem he had previously written:

You lie in my bosom and count the stars,

One star, two stars, three stars......

Too many to count.

You ask me, which star is the brightest?

I say, the brightest are your eyes.

This poem was the best love poem he had ever written, but this poem was something he was going to give to his lover, and he was a little unwilling to give it to Reinhardt like this.

And!

The most important thing is that Hitler was unhappy, deep down, he couldn't be sure that he liked Fuisa, but he didn't want anyone else to possess Fuisa, even his friend Reinhardt, he didn't want to fulfill both.

Hitler was scribbling and drawing on paper, and his mind was confused.

Reinhardt looked at it for a long time, but Hitler still looked at the blank paper and couldn't put pen to paper, thinking that Hitler couldn't write, so he turned over on the bed and turned his back to Hitler: "Forget it, I'll think about it slowly." ”

Hitler glanced at him, sighed in his heart, and wrote a love poem written by Xu Zhimo to Lin Huiyin on the paper:

Dancing in mid-air,

Recognize the quiet abode.

Waiting for her to come and visit her in the garden,

Flappy - Flappy - Flappy –

She has the fragrance of cinnabar plum!

After writing this poem on paper in one breath, Hitler turned his head and called Reinhardt, but he didn't expect Reinhardt to be asleep in the hospital bed, he didn't wake Reinhardt, but he didn't expect to call Fuisa.

"It's a dressing." Fuisa and another nurse each served a medicine tray and changed the dressing on Hitler's leg before his bedside.

After changing the medicine, she accidentally saw the love poem on the bed, she read it gently, her smiling face bloomed like a flower, her heart was full of love, looking at her smiling face, Hitler's heart was shocked at once, and Fuisa really looked good when she smiled.

I have to say that Fuisa is a big beauty, her skin is white and red, clean and flawless, and her aristocratic education makes her have an unusual temperament, and her eyes are radiant, like a pair of talking eyes.

"You wrote this?" With a smile on her face, Fuisha asked Hitler.

Hitler shook his head: "Reinhardt wrote. ”

"No way, Reinhardt, though I have known him for a short time, would never have written such poetry." Fuisa pursed her lips.

"What if Reinhardt is extraordinarily outperforming." Hitler laughed.

"Oh?" Fuisha blinked: "You dare to say in the name of the Lord that this poem was not written by you." ”

Hitler's smile paused, Westerners are very superstitious about Jesus, even if Hitler did not believe in Jesus, he did not dare to swear in the name of the Lord, fortunately Hitler was clever: "My Lord is in my heart, I will not mention it casually, okay, I sleep." ”

"Delusional to deceive me, heh, it's not that I haven't read the words of the Rhine, although his words are not bad, but they are not like this, they are definitely written by you."

"Well, I wrote it." Hitler let out a sigh of relief, this Fuisa was really smart, so he had to admit that he secretly said to Reinhardt in his heart that he couldn't go to his brother, what could he do, it was useless for Hitler to lie, although Reinhardt was not ugly, he didn't look like a person who had drunk ink. Who would believe that Reinhardt could write love poems of this calibre?

A friend's wife can't be bullied, Hitler will not violate this sentence, but the key is that Reinhardt just likes Freinhardt, and Fuisa is not Reinhardt's girlfriend, and more importantly, Freisa doesn't like Reinhardt.

So, although Hitler felt a little sorry for Reinhardt and a little guilty, Hitler thought he was doing the right thing.

After changing the dressing, Fuisa stayed, sat next to Hitler, and the two discussed literature, Hitler was not proficient in literature, but he had a nine-year compulsory system, a love of history, and absorbed the memory of the original Hitler, so he can speak of German culture and literature. More importantly, Fuisa is an American, grew up in the United States, and was deeply influenced by American culture, Hitler also liked American literature before, knew the United States very well, and he cherished "Uncle Tom's Cabin" and Mark Twain's works.

At this time, the two began to chat.

By some time, Reinhardt had woken up, his eyes like he was breathing fire, and his fists were clenched.

"Grab my horse! Hitler! I'm going to duel with you! Reinhardt's cry could be heard for two miles.