A pure white

There is also a faint golden light in it

Only heaven would be like this

This is how it is described in the book and in the movie.

Well, pure white, holy light.

Well

That's right

"It seems that I didn't dodge the exploding grenade, and I still hung up at the end. I didn't expect that my kind of goods would be able to go to heaven. ”

I stared at the pure white in front of me with my eyes slightly open, and I couldn't help but sigh softly.

"I don't know what happened to the fat head of Lu Daoqu and Chen Hudan, they should be fine."

When the grenade exploded, I was at the bottom, although there was Zhang Wan's corpse in the way, but I still withstood most of the impact, maybe my small body was really not resistant, so I lost my life

And that ugly woman, this girl must have nothing to do, she climbs on the top, and whoever dies will be fine.

"God is unfair!" I lamented in my heart why a young and promising young talent like me could suffer such a catastrophe and lose his life for no reason. ”

"What the hell are you talking about?" A familiar voice suddenly came from beside him, it was Qu Fat.

My heart stirred when I listened, how could he be here? Could it be that the fat head didn't escape the grenade explosion after the most reckless, and something happened to him?

My heart tightened, and I turned my head to look at the place where Qu Fat's voice came from just now.

In the haze, I seemed to see a vague figure not far in front of me, looming in the faint golden light, and I couldn't tell if it was a fat head.

"When you wake up, get up quickly!" Qu Fattou's voice came again.

Listening to Qu Fattou's voice, I closed my eyes tightly, and then opened my eyes wide.

Gradually, I saw clearly that the vague figure in front of me was the fat head.

This guy is holding a big enamel lunch box in his hand, and he doesn't know what to drink in his mouth.

Only then did I see where I was, where paradise was.

In a room of more than ten square meters, I was lying on a single bed covered with white sheets.

The pure white I saw when I just opened my eyes was the ceiling of the roof, and the golden light was the large light bulb of dozens of watts hanging from the roof.

Qu Fattou sat on the edge of my bed, with stinky feet facing me, wearing a blue and white striped dress.

"Why are you dressed like a hospital patient?" I clicked my lips and said to Qu Fat.

My voice sounded rather weak, really like someone was about to hang up.

"Day" sat on the side of my bed, and the fat head glanced at me.

"Damn, you haven't woken up yet, are you? This was originally in the hospital, and Lao Tzu was wearing a hospital gown! ”

I was stunned when I heard this, and looked around again, it was really like this, the place where I am staying now is really in the hospital ward, and the fat head is indeed dressed as a sick person.

It's just that he doesn't look like he has any major injuries on his body, why is he also mixed up with a sick number?

"What's wrong with you? What's hurting? I asked.

As I spoke, I couldn't help but sniffle. I don't know what the fat head of Lu Daoqu drinks, why does it taste so fragrant?

"Lao Tzu has nothing to do, it's just a little malnourished, you don't know what to do! After this trip, Lao Tzu lost ten catties of meat! Qu Fattou sighed, sighed twice, and then picked up the lunch box and drank it "swooping".

I moved my hands and feet gently, feeling that I was not missing arms or legs, and after a closer look, there seemed to be nothing uncomfortable on my body.

"The old hen soup stewed by the tiger egg mother, if you don't think about Lao Tzu, it's all done!"

Qu Fattou put down the lunch box, chewed a chicken paw in his mouth, and said to me vaguely.

I couldn't help but feel a big throat when I heard it, I said what kind of smell is so fragrant, the feelings are the sick meal made by the second widow Chen!

Without waiting for Qu Fattou to react, I sat up and snatched the lunch box from his hand.

Qu Fattou said exaggerated, in fact, there is a lot of chicken soup in the lunch box, and there is a stewed soft chicken leg in the chicken soup.

While I was enjoying the sick meal, I looked at Qu Fattou carefully, and I could see that he was indeed not injured, so I was relieved.

"Why do you say that your dog also came down from the army, when did you become so hypocritical? How many pounds of meat have you lost and it's worth living in a hospital? You are not like Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is Huang Jiguang, and he sacrificed himself to block the gun's eye! That hospitalization is as it should be! ”

I reached out and picked up the chicken leg from the lunch box and opened my mouth to bite it.

Stop

Chen Hu's eggs, his wife, Chen Er's widow, this chicken soup and chicken thighs stewed are quite authentic, salty and light.

"Phew!" Hearing that I hurt him, Qu Fattou spat on the ground.

"You're fucking worthy, too?"

Seeing that I was patronizing and nibbling on chicken legs and ignoring him, Qu Fattou swallowed his saliva and continued to scold.

"Dong Cunrui sacrificed himself to block the gun's eye, how many of his comrades have been saved, your dog is good, such a narrow place, throw the grenade when you say it, look at the bomb piece that collapsed Lao Tzu!"

Qu Fattou turned around as he spoke, lifted the hospital gown on his body, and I saw that there was a long and deep wound on his back, which looked quite terrible.

Looking at this horrific wound, my eyes suddenly widened, and I threw the chicken leg in my hand into the lunch box, and asked the fat head urgently.

"Was this blown up by a grenade I threw at the mouth of the cave?"

"Not really." Qu Fattou put down his clothes, took the lunch box in my hand and continued.

"It's also to blame Lao Tzu for being unlucky, when your grenade was thrown down and exploded, a piece of debris just happened to collapse on my back."

I shook my head again and again, "I'm below you, why is that bomb piece going to crash on you?" It's on me to collapse! ”

"Who seeks knowledge!" Qu Fattou bit the chicken leg and replied vaguely: "If you don't say that Lao Tzu is unlucky!" But even after Lao Tzu was seriously injured, he still carried you on his back, or your dog would have become a burial object for those insects. ”

I was moved and laughed at the same time, this really blames him for his fat character, and he can collapse him through the corpse and me, who else can blame him?

Thinking about it, I wanted to pick up the lunch box and continue to nibble on my chicken legs.

Exercise

When did this lunch box go to Qu Fattou's hands again? Look down at the lunch box.

days

Where there are chicken legs, there is only a gnawed chicken leg bone in the hands of the fat head