When I woke up again, I was still lying in my hospital bed.

Zhang Jiabing, who looked anxious, saw me open my eyes and asked, "What happened to you, why did you faint again?" ”

I'm embarrassed, a dignified seven-foot man, fragile like a delicate girl, as weak as Lin Daiyu, I blush when I think about it, this is the second time I fainted, uncle, what is this.

Lang Wei, who was everywhere, said in a mocking voice, "Sister Su, you shouldn't be scared of thunder, right?" Or do you see a mass grave under a dead willow tree and are scared to death by those poor skeletons? ”

"What mass grave?" Lang Wei's poisonous tongue actually gave me a sissy nickname, and as soon as I heard the word mass grave, I didn't pay attention to Sister Su anymore.

Zhang Jiabing couldn't even interject, Lang Wei, who was like a machine gun, poured beans into a bamboo tube, and told me about the withered willow being struck by lightning again, and didn't forget to scare me with exaggerated methods.

It turned out that the location of the withered willow turned out to be a mass grave left by the slaughter of devils during the Anti-Japanese War.

"Damn devils, if I were born in an era of war, I would definitely go to the battlefield to kill the enemy and kill those murderous devils without leaving a single piece of armor." Lang Wei, who was red-eyed, said angrily that two or three percent of those bones were underage children.

Over the years, some mass graves with white bones have been found in various places, and the bloody evidence points directly to the brutal and evil deeds of the devils.

Whenever I see such miserable news, I am angry.

Maybe it's because the war has been gone for too long, and some people have forgotten what terrible tribulations their ancestors have experienced, and now there are remarks about Hari and Jingri, plus what magical anti-war films such as tearing devils, hiding bombs in the crotch of pants, shelling devils, and fried devils, forgetting and downplaying the brutality and murder of devils, thinking that killing devils is as easy as eating kebabs, and forgetting the difficulties of the predecessors in expelling the Japanese and what is the hard-won happy life today.

If I lived in those days, what would I choose?

I don't know, but the blood of China is endlessly in the bone marrow.

I hope that I will not be the kind of misseed that has lost the national roots and the soul of China, there are not so many ifs in the world, there is only one life choice after another, the complexity, inferiority and uncertainty of human nature, no one knows what the result will be if you go to that point.

I asked, confused, "Who saved me?" ”

Pointing to his nose, Lang Wei snorted coldly: "Of course it's me, what kind of person are you, I know it well, how can I rest assured that you and Yan Beibei are alone?" I didn't expect to enter the room, and you actually lay on the ground like a dead dog, what a shame. ”

Whoever falls to the ground, I can't see where to go, I scolded Lang Wei a thousand times in my heart, but after all, he is his savior, and asked, "What about Yan Beibei?" ”

"Of course in the hospital bed, what's the matter, she's awake? Haha, ridiculous, couldn't it be that she knocked you unconscious? Lang Wei said heartlessly, taking the fact that I was in a coma as a ridiculous talking point.

I wondered, could it be that I was dazzled?

I was a little uncertain, because I was directly bumped into a man with a bandaged head in front of me, and it was so sudden that I didn't have time to pay attention to whether there was anyone in the hospital bed.

Seeing the way I frowned, Zhang Jiabing asked with concern: "What happened to you in Beibei's room, why are your clothes wet with cold sweat?" ”

Lang Wei also looked at me with round eyes, and I said bitterly: "If I say that Yan Beibei is standing behind me and scaring me unconscious, do you believe it?" ”

"Cut, you're a liar. Dr. Qin has checked it many times, how could it be wrong? Yan Beibei had no consciousness at all except for his heartbeat and weak pulse. Lang Wei directly chose not to believe it, thinking that I was making up ghost stories.

I didn't tell the woman in the nightgown who suddenly appeared and disappeared, so as not to frighten the chirping Lang Sparrow, and asked, "When will your test results come out, and did the doctor say anything about the disease?" ”

Zhang Jiabing said in frustration: "The results will come out tomorrow, and the doctor has not confirmed what the symptoms are." I'm annoyed to death how the hell I go out to meet people. Just now, Mr. Ou called and said that he wanted to come to the hospital to see me. I don't think he believed I was going to get sick, and he really did think of me as a tireless work machine. ”

Zhang Jiabing actually complained about his boss, which had never happened before.

"Do you need to be hospitalized?" I don't care what Mr. Ou, these black-hearted bosses can't wait for their subordinates to live as robots and earn money for him 24 hours a day.

"No, I don't feel uncomfortable except for the red spots on my face." Zhang Jiabing shook her head, I asked her if she was going to see Yan Beibei, and I always wondered if she was also pretending to be dead.

Zhang Jiabing said sadly: "I've seen it, it's still the same, what else do you watch?" Alas, poor Beibei, how can she be so famous. ”

I don't know what to say, since ancient times, talented beauties have hearts higher than the sky and life is thinner than paper, and few have a good end.

entrusted Lang Wei to take good care of Yan Beibei, and Zhang Jiabing and I left.

In the ten minutes I was unconscious, the rain had stopped.

When I left the hospital building, I saw a large number of police officers busy at the mass grave, and some bored patients and their families pointed and whispered outside the cordon, all shocked by this miserable scene.

On the way back, I was silent, and Zhang Jiabing also knew that I was in a bad mood and was surprisingly silent.

When passing by Tianxing Plaza, I subconsciously glanced at the door of Longxing Building, there may have been a heavy rain, not many people came in and out, and this time I didn't see the faceless woman last time.

An old lady with white hair was by the fountain in Tianxing Square, lighting some folded gold ingots and yellow paper, as if she was paying tribute to someone.

It's been a long time since I've seen such blatant burning of yellow paper, and I saw two security guards with electric batons standing in the corner of the square, and didn't go over to stop the old lady.

I inexplicably felt a sense of sadness welling up in my heart, these security guards still had a little conscience, and did not spoil the sad thing of one poor man to pay tribute to another poor man.

"It's so pitiful, did she have a family die here? I heard that a car went crazy and killed and injured a lot of people in Star Plaza. A seven-year-old girl died, so miserably that her head was crushed. Zhang Jiabing's tears flowed down, and when she saw the old lady with a dead face, silently pointing the yellow paper, her heart ached.

I was stunned, the man who pretended to be dead in the white room was here to commit murder?

At this moment, I felt the urge to strangle the man to death.

I didn't want to see such a miserable scene, my heart couldn't stand it, and I hurriedly left Tianxing Plaza.