When the old man awoke, he found himself lying on a marching bed, as if what had happened before had been nothing more than a nightmare. However, when he tried to get out of bed, he found that all the parts on his body were not obeying.

The old man felt that he was out of control from the neck down, so why did he use it to lose control and not be paralyzed? Because the old man still has a little common sense, if he is paralyzed, he should not feel anything from the neck down. And now this is obviously not the case, he can clearly feel the temperature in the bed, he can feel his chest is overwhelmed by the bandage, and he can also feel that the water in his bladder has been greatly filled, so to speak, he is about to hold it back!

This feeling is undoubtedly quite bad, no adult likes to pee his pants, but no matter how hard he tries, he can't stand up, and he can't even move his little finger.

"Someone! Someone! ”

The old man remembered that although he couldn't move, he could still make a sound. If he didn't guess wrong, he was rescued, as long as he called for help, someone would definitely come to help him solve the problem.

He shouted several times in a row, until the old man didn't dare to shout anymore, because he felt that if he shouted harder, he would not be able to hold back his heart.

The wooden door creaked, and the old man hurriedly looked over there, and was about to ask for help, but when the words came to his lips, he forced him back. The reason is that the military hat who pushed the door in was crowned with a big red five-star. There is no such sign for the White Army!

To tell the truth, since the old man woke up, he has always thought that he was saved by "his own people", and he still has some emotion in his heart - good people still exist in these years, and the White Army is not useless.

And the current situation is equivalent to giving him a hard mouth. His own people, the White Army, are going to kill him. But the enemy Red Army pulled him back from the Ghost Gate. Nima. What is this? Therefore, at that time, the old man was speechless, and could only look at the person stupidly, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Old comrade, what do you want?" Vasily asked with a pleasant face.

Old comrade? This title left the old man speechless for a while, he had never been called that before, and in Petrograd more people called him lord or old gentleman, but in the White Army. More people call him old man or old thing behind his back. For a while, the old man didn't know what to say, and looked at Vasily who came in more and more sluggishly.

"Old comrade? Old comrade? ”

It wasn't until a few hurried calls woke up the old man that he opened his mouth and asked with a bad feeling, "Uh, why can't I move?" ”

Vasily smiled, revealing two rows of snow-white teeth. To tell the truth, the old man had not seen such a pure smile for a long time, and in the past, when he was in Petrograd, only his precious granddaughter could show such a smile. And after arriving at the White Army, there were more dry laughs, treacherous laughs, lewd laughs and bitter smiles.

This smile made the old man's mind fall off the brink at once. Until Vasily woke him up again: "Old comrade, you are fine, right? Comrade Andrei commanded. You were so badly injured that he used a special technique to immobilize your body to prevent you from breaking it. ”

The old man asked with some doubts: "Comrade Andrei?" ”

"That's right!" Vasily said as a matter of course, "It's Andrey. Comrade Petrovich. He was the one who brought you back yesterday. ”

Andre. The name Petrovich evoked memories of the old man, who of course remembered the name he had made with the little bastard and exchanged his angelic daughter for a lame leg. But since he left Petrograd last year, he's almost forgotten about that bastard, and he doesn't know if Angelina is okay now.

The old man knew very well that, according to his understanding, the old aristocracy and the bourgeoisie had absolutely no good fruit to eat from the Bolsheviks, and that the ingredients of his house were enough to be shot. Thinking about it now, the old man felt that he had been a little reckless and should have taken Angelina and her mother with him.

However, this regret was only for a moment, and immediately the old man thought of his current situation, judging from what happened to him, I am afraid that it is not a good idea to take Angelina to the White Army. With Angelina's appearance, I'm afraid that she will be remembered by people like Raffle, who are only afraid of being more dangerous at that time.

After thinking about it, the old man sighed in his heart, and he didn't know if what he did at that time was correct. However, after a catastrophe, he finally felt a little warmth of family affection, and he asked a little impatiently: "Andre. And what about Petrovich? Let him come to me! ”

Vasily smiled and said, "Please don't worry, Comrade Andrei is having a meeting, and after the meeting, he will come to visit you." Is there anything else you can do now? ”

The old man's old face suddenly turned red, and he said a little hesitantly: "I...... I need...... Need to make it easier ......"

"No problem." Vasily quickly brought the bed urinal, and very appropriately aimed the part for the immobile old man. To be honest, the old man was genuinely embarrassed.

However, it solved the urgent physiological needs, so that the old man could breathe a sigh of relief, and soon his brain was filled with new problems, he really wanted to know how Lu Dao was rescued, he didn't think that a certain immortal could pinch and calculate, and calculated that he was going to go through this experience, so he deliberately went to save him. Of course, the old man wants to know more about the situation at home, and he doesn't know how his playboy son and Angelina are doing now. Although he didn't pay attention to these two people at all before, after the ghost gate was really closed, the old man found that his thoughts had changed.

Waiting from morning to evening, if it weren't for the amiable attitude of Vasily, who was taking care of him, the old man would have gone berserk. I don't know what Lu Dao is for, obviously someone saved him, but his anger towards a certain immortal is getting bigger and bigger.

It wasn't until eight o'clock in the evening, when the crooked moon hung in the middle of the sky, that Li Xiaofeng appeared in front of the old man's bed.

"Yo, is this the legendary Comrade Andrei, it's really a pleasure to meet you!" As soon as he saw someone, the old man couldn't help but laugh.

But Li Xiaofeng doesn't particularly care, what kind of urine the old man is, he knows too well, this thing is an old and old bastard. He had never expected to hear human words from the old man's mouth.

Of course. Li Xiaofeng will not suffer. Immediately replied sarcastically: "Isn't this the legendary Lord Count Hemsstra?" What's the matter, the horse stumbled and broke an old bone? ”

"Tsk!" Without waiting for the old man to speak, the thing continued to sarcastically say: "If the bones are broken, they will be broken, and there are a lot of gun holes on your old body, which was mistaken for a rabbit and beaten?" ”

The old man was angry, but his body couldn't move, and he had no way to take someone, so he could only stare at a certain immortal viciously with a cannibalistic expression.

A certain immortal still loosened his shoulders unconcernedly. laughed and said: "You are really good enough, you ran away from home without saying a word, leaving Angelina and her mother to take care of the house, this is a mess, should I say that you have no heart and lungs?" Or are you stupid and bold? ”

In the past, after suffering this kind of sarcasm, the old man broke out accurately, but this time a certain immortal pinched his sore feet, and he regretted this decision before, and he naturally couldn't fight back when he was attacked.

After a moment of silence, the old man moved his lips. With some difficulty, he asked, "Angelina, are they okay?" ”

The old man's performance surprised Li Xiaofeng, his previous opinion of the old man was that this girl was an old bastard. It's still completely inhuman. And the old man's remorseful expression just now doesn't look like it's pretending, what's wrong? Enlightened?

Looking at the old man's pitiful appearance, Li Xiaofeng couldn't continue to ridicule him for a while, pouted and said, "Angelina and her mother have nothing to do, I have arranged it." ”

The old man nodded slightly imperceptibly, and asked again, "What about Victor?" ”

Li Xiaofeng seems to have seen the Martian, the old man has always had no good color for his uncompetitive playboy old son, and recognized that this son is a great shame for the family, why is this a collision?

"He's not too good." Li Xiaofeng snorted and explained: "I arranged for him to undergo labor reform, and it is easy to cause trouble if he is released with his personality...... You also know that now is not as good as before. ”

"You're doing the right thing." The old man sighed, and then suddenly fell silent, a pair of old tears glistening, and he didn't know what Lu Dao was thinking.

This kind of old man made Li Xiaofeng feel more and more awkward, to tell the truth, he was more willing to deal with the old man who had made mistakes before. At least at that time, everyone could calculate and use each other, and now the old man behaved like a thinker, and as soon as the sense of responsibility and temperament of the elders returned, Li Xiaofeng didn't know how to treat him.

After a long time, this guy only held back one sentence: "Okay, don't think about it so much." Come back to Petrograd with me in a few days, Angelina has been worried about you...... And you're also getting older, don't learn what young people are doing to make achievements, to tell you the truth, your old bones are more suitable for eating and waiting for death to spend your old age......"

The old man didn't react to Li Xiaofeng's words, and the whole person seemed to have Alzheimer's disease, and he seemed so silent. This state made Li Xiaofeng feel more and more like sitting on pins and needles, and he didn't know how to deal with the old man. I could only casually untie the ban on the old man: "Okay, you also rest early, I have a lot of things to do in the past two days, and I don't have so much time to take care of you, what do you ask Vasily outside, he is my messenger, and he will help you do it." ”

After saying this, Li Xiaofeng fled and left the old man's ward, there was no way, it felt too weird, it made this thing uncomfortable. Even he wondered if the serious injury this time hurt the old man's head, otherwise he could behave so "abnormally"?

The old man was indeed seriously injured this time, and when Li Xiaofeng arrived, the old guy only had the last half of his breath left, and if he came a few minutes late, the old man would have gone directly to God. That is, he, an immortal, has great powers, and he can rescue the old man, change to another doctor, and directly order him to be sent to the crematorium.

Li Xiaofeng felt embarrassed and didn't know how to face the old man, but in fact, the old man was not embarrassed, and he didn't know how to face someone. You must know that when he went out at the old man's house, he was arrogant and determined to do something. But who would have thought that the most dear would fall under the black guns of his own people, if it wasn't for someone to rescue, it would really be regarded as a dead corpse in a foreign land.

As a very face-saving person, the old man is ashamed. Especially after listening to someone's arrangement for Angelina's family, the old man became more and more embarrassed, because these are the heads of the family, that is, what should he do, but what did he do?

When he got up the next day, the old man struggled and let Vasily push him out of the ward. He was genuinely afraid that someone would come to visit him again. So just stay away.

"Vasily. Where am I? The old man looked curiously at the street scene outside, and everything he saw was fresh for the rest of his life.

"This is Milerovo."

"What are those singing and dancing people up there doing?"

"It was the art troupe of the Political Department that went to the front line to give a condolence performance."

This made the old man feel fresh, although from his professional point of view, the level of these songs and dances really could not be considered very high. In the past, he didn't know how to bird, but he would think that this kind of performance was too vulgar. But now he was able to stop, stop and watch with the "red bandits" who were watching, and even gave a good evaluation.

"What do you mean by good? It's very average! ”

When the old man said it was good. A different opinion was given.

"The dance lacks effort, the treble can't go up, and the plot is too face-painted and formulaic......"

The old man turned his head and looked at the discerning spectator, and the first thing he said about this man was that he was a nobleman. Yes, as an old aristocrat, the old man is still very good at identifying his kind. He didn't need to look at the clothes, just by looking at the temperament, he knew that the guy with the French-style mustache in front of him was a nobleman, or the kind with a relatively high title.

Sukhoi is actually idle and bored. came out to breathe, and was lucky to be rescued by a certain immortal before. Especially after a certain immortal learned about his views on aviation techniques, especially airplanes. His fate immediately took a great turn, the crimes of the counter-revolution must have been rehabilitated, and someone directly dismissed him from the post of commander of the artillery regiment and let him return to Petrograd with him.

Sukhoi was naturally very happy to be able to get out of the muddy Don River. The officers of the navy are more or less proud, and they are really not happy to let them go to land as mud legs. What is even more satisfying to Sukhoi is that someone attaches great importance to aviation technology and understands it very well, and he is too professional and compatible.

This feeling made Sukhoi not ordinary comfort, for many years, not even a few technical officers within the navy could afford to look at airplanes, and felt that aviation skills would change the situation of the war. He was like a crane in a flock of chickens, looking so out of place.

And now there are people who appreciate him, understand him, and are even willing to fund his research. His grandmother's, the soldier died as a confidant, what are you doing in the artillery, playing with balloons? the eggs!

Sukhoi was happily fooled away by a certain immortal, and according to his idea, it was best to fly back to Petrograd at once, and hurry up to start researching and carrying out work. But someone was busier than he thought, stopping and stopping along the way, making our flyer so depressed.

Sukhoi couldn't stay still, and came out to take a breath, of course he couldn't look down on the half-hung performance. When he wanted to study in France, the high-end goods in the Moulin Rouge had already raised his eye, and this kind of resisting thing was naturally not eye-catching.

Of course, Sukhoi is not stupid, the level of appreciation of people is incomparable, and this level of performance is equivalent to the New Year for the small soldiers below. Therefore, although he is disdainful in his heart, he will not be stupid enough to say it.

However, when old Hemsstra said that good sentence, the thing couldn't help it. For what? It's very simple, just like the old man can see that Sukhoi is a nobleman at a glance, he can also see the old man's aristocratic style at a glance, that kind of temperament is really unique, and it stands out from the crowd in this group of soldiers.

Sukhoi took it for granted that as a nobleman, the old man should have the same critical aesthetic eye and aesthetic taste as him, this kind of vulgar thing, that is, a glance at it when he is bored.

But what did the old man say after watching the performance, he actually said that this level of performance was not bad. Suddenly, Sukhoi began to despise the old man from the bottom of his heart, thinking that the old man was too disgraceful and humiliating, and it was simply a shame in the aristocratic circle. I didn't hold back for a while, and the box of criticism opened.

Sukhoi was glad, but immediately became angry, and the soldiers watching the performance glared at him one by one, and their expressions were as vicious as if they had discovered a class enemy.

Under the angry eyes of everyone, Sukhoi also knew that something was wrong, and immediately ran away with his tail between his legs.

The old man and Vasily didn't take it seriously, what should they do, and they stopped and walked all morning like a view. However, when he returned to the station at noon, he bumped into Sukhoi again.

This guy was still a little unrelenting, and deliberately walked up to the old man and emphasized: "The performance in the morning is very average, and the artistry is a big difference, which fully shows that there is a problem with your appreciation level!" ”

The old man was amused by this goods, this is the first time he has met such a dead guy, and he is bored to be idle anyway, so let's talk.

I saw the old man smile and said: "It's not that there is a problem with my appreciation level, but that you don't know how to appreciate!" ”

"What?"

Sukhoi is like a cat with its tail stepped on, jumping up, as a master who has seen French singing and dancing, he thinks that he has the capital of pride, and today he is despised by a vulgar old man, how can he give up?

"The reason is very simple," said the old man, who looked more and more like a philosopher, "You only appreciate the beauty of your technique, but the graceful dancing and melodious singing skills are certainly beautiful." But compared with the previous heartfelt and sincere performances, it is still a level lower...... That is the purest, most natural, unadorned beauty! (To be continued......)

PS: Bow and thank the two comrades of the Chinese famous 1994105 and Juventus!