As if he was going to sleep until he was old, Bai Xueming fell into a leisurely and boundless dream, his body rose and fell with the waves, he stood on the deck, wearing a white shirt and suspenders, full of spirit, and had infinite hopes for the future.

The dream is a fragment of memory, the ship did not sail to England, the distant pier is Tianjin, he got off the boat at the pier, and threw a pen from Rong.

His breath was choked by gunsmoke and artillery fire, and he saw someone's limbs exploding with blood, and when he woke up, he found that it was pitch black all around, and the pain in his chest was surging, and he shivered and turned on the lamp, and he touched the wine in the bedside table, and shivered and fed it to his mouth.

The smell of gunpowder dissipated from his memory, and he collapsed on the bed and saw the silk pajamas sticking out

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