"Mother, that young and handsome uncle, are you awake?" Lying on the kang, Bai Yongjing asked curiously.

Recently, Bai Yongjing was very curious about the injured young marshal in Westinghouse.

Although Bai Yongjing is still a child, everyone still mentions Zhao Jiajun from time to time.

In particular, Mr. Zhou of the academy sometimes mentioned Zhao Jiajun in his speeches, saying that they were all soldiers loyal to the country.

Little boys are always more interested in this heroism.

When Bai Yongjing learned that the patient who lived in his Westinghouse was the young marshal of the Zhao family, his curiosity became stronger.

He really wanted to see what the young marshal looked like.

Unfortunately, Chu Xintian never allowed him to go to Westinghouse.

However, in these two days, Bai Yongjing and his uncle Chu Yuan were chatting, and Chu Yuan also told him a lot about the heroic deeds of the Zhao family, especially Zhao Wu, under Chu Yuan's description, Zhao Wu was the incarnation of the god of war. Therefore, although Bai Yongjing has never met Zhao Wu, he has a long respect for Zhao Wu.

Now, when he heard that Zhao Wu had woken up, he especially wanted to go over and see him personally.

"Oh, he woke up, but he fainted again because the wound was so painful." Chu Xintian had already guessed what Bai Yongjing meant.

These days, when she heard Chu Yuan tell Bai Yongjing about Zhao Wu's achievements, she reminded Chu Yuan not to exaggerate things.

In Chu Xintian's view, this kind of blind personality cult is not a good thing.

In particular, the worship of this kind of combat hero will make Bai Yongjing, who is still immature, blindly imitate.

At that time, people would have the illusion that Bai Yongjing would feel how beautiful and admirable these battle heroes were. He wanted to go to war because he had heard the stories of these heroes.

But he didn't know how brutal it was on the battlefield

These so-called heroes are nothing more than nominal fame at the expense of other people's lives and the loss of their comrades-in-arms, in exchange for these huge prices.

Chu Xintian didn't want his son to be because he admired this kind of combat hero, so he finally joined the army, went to the battlefield, and lost his life.

Her younger brother enlisted in the army, which was enough to make Chu Xintian worried. She doesn't want her son to be a hero in the future.

Even if he doesn't do well in school or doesn't have the ability to improve his studies, he will feel that it doesn't matter. As long as he is alive, it is better to live a happy life than anything else.

Chu Xintian admitted that he had no sense of national justice. She is a pragmatist compared to those who are idealistic.

Being alive is more important than anything else. A person's life is only once and can only be cherished.

So Chu Xintian deliberately kept Bai Yongjing away from the soldiers.

is afraid of these so-called heroic legends and brainwashing his son.

At this time, Bai Yongjing asked Chu Xintian about Zhao Wu's injury. Chu Xintian also tried to be honest and truthful, portraying Zhao Wu as an ordinary person

She wanted Bai Yongjing to know that the legendary God of War Zhao Shaoshuai was just an ordinary person with flesh and blood. If he is injured, he will be injured and if he is in severe pain, he will faint.

Sure enough, Bai Yongjing listened to Chu Xintian's words, and an incredible expression appeared on his face: "Mother, Marshal Zhao is a very powerful person, how can he faint because the wound is too painful."

"No matter how fierce he is, Jing'er, do you remember the last time you burned your hand, you cried in pain" Zhao Shaoshuai has many big injuries and small injuries, each of which is worse than your scalding medicine, so he will definitely faint."

Bai Yongjing listened to Chu Xintian's words, frowned, and fell into deep thought.