When Du Sheng woke up, it was already the next morning, and he was still lying on the bed, with someone taking off his shirt and a thick layer of gauze wrapped around his shoulders.

"Mr. Du, you woke up, porridge was cooked in the kitchen, I'll serve it to you."

A crisp voice like a yellow oriole sounded softly in his ears, and Du Sheng raised his eyes to find that there was a young woman in a white embroidered cheongsam in the room at some point.

This is a very delicate girl, her skin is as white and tender as a freshly peeled egg, big eyes, small cherry lips, and her hair is combed in the most popular style during the Republic of China.

Even Du Sheng, who has seen various types of beauties on TV, can't help but be stunned by the appearance of the woman in front of him.

"Oh, okay, thank you."

Du Sheng, who quickly came back to his senses, whispered in a slightly hoarse voice.

The girl smiled slightly, bowed her head, turned around, and walked out.

"Could it be that she's from the Axe Gang too?"

Du Sheng endured the pain from the wound and slowly leaned on the head of the bed, whispering to himself with interest.

A few minutes later, the cheongsam girl walked in with a tray again, not only a bowl of fragrant millet porridge, but also half a basin of water and a clean towel.

"Mr. Du, are you awake? How do you feel now? ”

The cheongsam girl was followed by Ma Ye, and as soon as he entered the door, he walked three steps and two steps, and came to the bedside with concern and asked softly.

"Thank you Ma Ye for your concern, it's already much better."

Du Sheng smiled reluctantly, the bullet had been taken out, and the wound had been carefully bandaged, and now it was painful except for pain.

Compared to the pain he had suffered from last night's bullet, it was a small pain that he could bear.

"By the way, Master Ma, how is Zhou Hao?"

Zhou Hao was shot four times in total, several times more serious than his injuries.

With such poor medical conditions, Du Sheng was really afraid that he would not be able to survive.

"Thank you Mr. Du for your concern, the helper is out of danger for the time being, and it won't be long before he recovers."

Ma Ye's face was full of gratitude, if it wasn't for Du Sheng blocking that shot for Zhou Hao at a critical time, I'm afraid he would have died a long time ago.

The only dozen or so people left in the Axe Gang are all die-hard loyalists, some of them are loyal to Wang Yaqiao, and some admire Zhou Hao's personality.

But in any case, the old gang leader is no longer there, and everyone's allegiance has been replaced by the current gang leader Zhou Hao.

Zhou Hao is Wang Yaqiao's apprentice, and his character and skills are also among the best in the gang. Moreover, he carried the banner of the Axe Gang, and he was personally appointed by the old gang leader.

He is justified in being reasonable, public and private.

Du Sheng's rescue of Zhou Hao is equivalent to saving the entire Axe Gang. Now that it is an eventful autumn, the Axe Gang was almost uprooted by the blue clothes, if it weren't for Zhou Hao gritting his teeth and carrying the banner, I'm afraid the Axe Gang would have dispersed long ago.

Because of this, since last night, everyone in the Axe Gang has been extremely respectful to Du Sheng.

"Xiu'er."

Ma Ye called softly, and the cheongsam girl who was standing aside with a tray agreed softly: "Yes, Ma Ye." ”

"Mr. Du, Xiu'er will clean it for you."

Xiu'er gently put the tray on the table, twisted a handful of towels and walked to the side of the bed with a slightly red face, and carefully wiped his cheeks and hands for him in Du Sheng's expression of holding his breath, his heart beating faster, and his eyes wandering.

In this short period of more than a minute, Du Sheng's heart beat faster and faster, and in the end, the little heart almost jumped out of his chest.

It was the first time he had enjoyed this kind of treatment since he was a child. Although he had a girlfriend before, wanting his girlfriend to wash his face and hands was tantamount to a fool's dream.

"Xiu'er, you serve Mr. Du well."

"Mr. Du, you take good care of your injuries, and you can tell Xiu'er if you need anything."

An inexplicable smile flashed in Ma Ye's eyes, and he quickly retreated after dropping this sentence.

"Ma Ye, Ma Ye!"

Du Sheng saw the old man as if he didn't hear him calling, and slipped out in a few steps.

"I'm going, they didn't mean to do that, did they?"

Du Sheng rolled his eyes speechlessly, and suddenly had some doubts.

It's not surprising that the Axe Gang has women, and it's not surprising that there are young girls as beautiful as Xiu'er.

It's strange that the Axe Gang is no longer what it used to be, and the rest of the people are not more than twenty, and even the gang leader Zhou Hao was almost killed last night.

In this case, a beautiful girl like Xiu'er suddenly appeared to serve him, which seemed a little abnormal.

"Mr. Du, Xiu'er feeds you porridge."

Xiu'er brought the bowl of millet porridge with moderate heat and cold, sat on the edge of the bed, and fed him spoonful by spoon with a small white porcelain spoon.

Du Sheng sucked it with a big mouth and swallowed the porridge in the spoon cleanly.

A small bowl of porridge unconsciously entered his stomach, and after the last bite of porridge was eaten, Du Sheng still seemed unsatisfied.

"Sir, Xiu'er will wipe it for you."

Xiu'er's pretty face was slightly red, and she gently wiped the rice at the corner of her mouth with a white embroidered handkerchief, and tucked the quilt for him with concern.

Xiu'er had always called him Mr. Du before, but after a bowl of porridge, the title became Mr.

Although there is only one word difference between the titles, the meanings revealed are far from the same.

Mr. is undoubtedly three points closer than Mr. Du.

"Thank you."

Du Sheng had a lot to say, but for some reason it became just two words.

Xiu'er is undoubtedly the type of small jasper that many men love, gentle and considerate, I feel pity.

A beauty of Xiu'er's level, if placed in the 21st century, is definitely the object pursued by countless successful men.

With Du Sheng's status and identity in the real world, let alone letting her wash her hands and face for herself, feed her porridge and quilts, I'm afraid even smiling at him is a luxury.

"Sir, rest well, I'm out there, and call me if you need anything."

Xiu'er cleaned up the porridge bowl and basin on the table, bowed her head lightly at Du Sheng, turned around and walked out.

"The most is the gentleness of the bowed head, like a water lotus, not more than the shyness of the cool breeze."

Looking at the back of Xiu'er leaving, Du Sheng subconsciously remembered Xu Zhimo's widely circulated poem.

"If you can find such a woman as a wife, this life is enough!"

It wasn't until Xiu'er's moving figure completely disappeared from sight that Du Sheng slowly withdrew his gaze, leaned on the pillow and let his thoughts drift away.

He worked hard to pound watches, bicycles, shampoos and other items from modern society to the Republic of China, just to make money.

But what is the ultimate goal of making money?

I'm afraid the vast majority of people will give the same answer to this question.

Du Sheng is just a layman, he can't learn Yue Buqun's set, and he doesn't want to learn it.

Taking the common people of the world as their own responsibility, that is what only heroes, national leaders and movie protagonists do.

Unfortunately, Du Sheng does not belong to these three types of people.