It's another winter morning, Dabeizhuang in the cold wind, the health team next to the playground.

The sunlight shone into the ward, casting the distorted outline of the window on the ground, and the broken kettle sitting on the stove hissed and steamed, and after being irradiated by the sunlight, it was conspicuously white, accompanied by the soft sound of crackling charcoal in the fire, giving people a warm and pleasant feeling.

Wang Penglian's two wounded had just been sent away this morning, one was fine, and the other had lost a leg, and the amputated leg should have been recuperated for a while, but in view of his depressed mood, Dr. Zhou let him go and sent a stretcher to carry him back to where he wanted to go.

At this moment, there are only two people left in the idle ward, Hu Yi and Ma Liang.

Ma Liang's military uniform was already neatly dressed, and his leggings were also worn, but he didn't hang up his equipment. He sat on the edge of his hospital bed, quietly looking out the window at the playground in a daze.

Hu Yi's injuries were the most serious, but now he was able to get up and walk, he was lying on the head of the bed, looking at the broken book in his hand that had not yet been opened, which the political commissar had specially lent to Hu Yi when he came to visit just now. The book is already too old, and some of the damaged and yellowed covers can still be seen in the two-character title "Hesitation", and the back cover is marked with a line: Beixin Book Company, the fifteenth year of the Republic of China.

Noticing that there was a paper bookmark in the book, he casually opened it to this page, and it seemed that this bookmark was made by Ding Deyi himself, just folded into strips with paper, and then glued, with four neat words written vertically on it: Bystander Qing. This is the correct handwriting of the commissar, and the page where the bookmark is placed is the beginning of one of the articles, which is called "The Lonely".

"Brother, you say...... Why am I reluctant to walk out of this door. ”

Ma Liang spoke suddenly, he was still looking out the window, as if he was thinking about something, and as if he didn't think about anything, he was just in a daze.

Hu Yi inadvertently started from this page, thanks to the political commissar, this is the first time in his life to read a novel. Although he didn't look up, he still replied to Ma Liang lightly: "Because I'm afraid." ”

This answer seemed to wake up Ma Liang, he withdrew his gaze looking out of the window, and looked at Hu Yi who was looking down and holding a book in surprise: "How do you know?"

"Because every time I lie in a comfortable hospital bed...... I don't even want to leave. ”

"So you ...... too"

"Yes. I'm also afraid of death. Although I'm not afraid of death. Or you look like I'm not afraid of death. ”

"Then I ......"

"Explain that you are a person. Only then did Hu Yi stop reading and raised his head: "You will be scared for a long time, unless you stand in the rain of bullets again." The journey from the hospital to the return team will make you feel so long that you are reluctant to go. Are you already envious of the amputee?"

In this ward, where there was no one else for the time being, Hu Yi expressed Ma Liang's hesitation with the feelings of a veteran. The amputee soldier did not know that while he was grieving for his mutilation, the other wounded looked at him not necessarily with pity and sympathy, but with envy, or at least that his battle was over, and he did not have to continue struggling in the mud and bullets.

Ma Liang bit his lip and didn't speak, Hu Yi said seriously: "I envy it too...... But don't forget, everyone thinks you are dead now, and even if you say you're scared, no one will believe you. Don't you always say that you want to have a scar too? Now you should know that a scar doesn't represent anything, it can only be a pain to be forgotten. ”

The door of the ward opened, accompanied by a burst of cool air, and Dr. Zhou, who was dressed in white, walked in, put the lunch box he was carrying on the edge of the stove, and complained about the weather while hastily taking her hair bun: "After only a few steps, my breakfast is cold!"

Ma Liang, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, stood up: "Sister Zhou, I want to go." ”

"Huh, didn't you say you're still a little confused?"

Ma Liang smiled: "Originally...... I want to come for a few more days. ”

"Don't be sloppy with me, it's not something to do. ”

Ma Liang glanced at Hu Yi, what the company commander said was not bad at all, and no one believed him when he said he was afraid in the future, this is the treatment of heroes.

"I'm really out of the way, I want to go to the regiment headquarters to report and then go back to the wine station today to return to the team. ”

......

Ma Liang left the ward, and Dr. Zhou sat on the edge of the stove and began to eat her breakfast that was close to noon, eating and chewing without forgetting to tease Hu Yi who was reading on the hospital bed.

"Why don't you come? I'll feed you. ”

"It's not time for lunch yet. ”

"Stinky virtue, a big-headed soldier with a gun, it's good to be able to count bullets clearly, and read a book like a dog. ”

"If you don't progress, how can you match it. "There was no one else here, and Hu Yi didn't stop him. This sentence was an ironic joke, but when it fell into Zhou Wanping's ears, it was more like a sour complaint, and she almost choked with laughter.

"Save it, you can't be a little white face if you eat the book. ”

“......”

Seeing that the hapless bastard put down the book with a black line and was speechless, she smiled happily again, and then went on to eat her breakfast. After a while, he suddenly said, "There's something I want to ask you." ”

"Can I not answer?"

"No, you can't. ”

“......”

"Hey, how did you and Su Qing meet?"

This question can be regarded as asking Hu Yi's seven inches, when will this heartless Dr. Zhou get this better? He pretended not to hear.

"Forget whose territory this is, are you?

"The road meets each other. ”

"Then why does she look down on you so much?"

"I'm a deserter. ”

Hearing that he was absent-mindedly perfunctory, Zhou Wanping didn't ask this again, but asked, "Do you like her?"

I couldn't read this book anymore, Hu Yi had to put it down, sat up on the edge of the bed, and said helplessly to Zhou Wanping: "Sister, if you don't finish that breakfast, you can start lunch." ”

"Don't you dare to say, it looks like you ......"

"What dare or not, it's simply impossible. Can you spare me, an honest patient? I still want to live a few more days, I've learned to make progress, am I easy?"

She stared at Hu Yi's expression carefully, but this bastard's insensitive expression was scarce all day long, and she couldn't see anything from this serious wronged appearance now, and her face was full of innocence.

"Tsk, I'm pretty good at pretending. Hey, let me tell you, I think I'm ...... Su Qing seems to like you. ”

"Impossible! Stop telling ghost stories, okay? This has to be heard, I'm not afraid of being wronged, aren't you ruining people?"

She continued to stare at Hu Yi's expression carefully, he was not surprised, he answered without hesitation, it was categorical, it seems that this time it can be determined that his words are true. And Hu Yi's words are indeed true, he really thinks it is impossible.

"Could it be...... Did I read it wrong?" Zhou Wanping deliberately ended in a muttered tone.

"Sister, be your doctor, don't learn from those capable people at the head of the village and the end of the village, you are not that material. ”

"How?" she said, mockingly.

"Okay, I'm wrong, you're the material. I have eyes that don't know Tarzan. ”

She was amused, inadvertently revealing a glimmer of teeth under her pretty lips. The sun was still quietly lazy on the floor, the water vapor was still hissing and rising by the lid of the kettle, and everything was warm.

......

In the compound of the regiment headquarters and the office of the political and industrial department, it is also warm here, because there is also a small stove here, and there is also a kettle sitting on the fire, which is being boiled.

Su Qing clasped his elbows around his chest and stood by the window, looking at the blue sky outside. It's like thinking, it's like remembering.

On the side of the desk, there was a broken bench, on which sat a pigtailed man with a small mouth with a half-rotten pencil head, listlessly looking at the paper spread on the table, scratching his ears and cheeks.

Xiao Hongying secretly hated in her heart, saying that she wanted Wang Xiaosan, but he agreed too quickly, and asked the mule to bring the person back to the wine station that day. Not only that, but she also ordered her to go to the political engineering department every day to write a review, which no one can count on. A thousand words, my aunt's! Is it okay to write a thousand words?

"Why didn't you write it?" asked Su Qing by the window without looking back.

"How do you know I'm not writing?" said the little red tassel in displeasure.

"I can't hear the pen. ”

A pair of pigtails turned their heads to look at the back by the window, made an ugly grimace at her, and silently read three words with their mouths: fox-raccoon-spirit-

"If you have the guts, just read those three words out to me!" Su Qing was still looking out the window.

Xiao Hongying was so surprised that she almost fell off the bench, picked up her small chin that almost fell to the top of her feet, and asked blankly, "Hey, do you have eyes behind your back?"

"Hurry up and write. ”

"Can I write a few words?"

"What do you usually do when you take cultural classes? Since Wang Xiaosan can write, why can't you?"

"What's the solution, I just can't write this word. ”

"If you can't write, draw a circle first. ”

What I'm waiting for is this sentence, a thousand words and nine hundred circles, it's much easier!

Xiao Hongying had just shown a triumphant smile when she heard an addition from the window: "I'll teach you to fill in one by one when I go back." ”

Goo-dong -

I couldn't hide from what I should have come, and the immoral thing finally fell off the bench and fell into a gold star.

Su Qing finally put away his thoughts, turned around, looked at the unlucky child who was lost on the ground, came to the desk, and then looked at the straw paper with more than a dozen rotten typos written on the crooked melon and cracked dates, very helpless, this is not as much as the little Wang Ba she drew on the desktop!

But at this moment, Su Qing's gaze suddenly locked on the desktop next to the paper, and her expression instantly became serious. Among the small turtles drawn in pencil on the table, a 'sheep's head' pattern is drawn!

"Don't play dead!

"I may have broken it, I have to go to the health team to find Aunt Zhou. ”

"No need to soak mushrooms, I don't need you to write this morning. ”

The immoral thing on the ground got up as soon as he heard this, slapped the dust on his body and was about to run out, but was grabbed by Su Qing, pointed to the pencil pattern on the table and asked, "This is what you draw." ”

"Hmm. What's wrong?"

"Where did you learn it?"

"A while ago...... I can't remember which wall saw it. ”

"How long?"

"It's been a long time, or can I forget?"

Sure that this was not new, Su Qing breathed a sigh of relief, but Xiao Hongying's unintentional move made Su Qing fall into contemplation again.

"Hey, can I go? I need to eat!"

"Girl, if you can do me a favor...... I could consider reducing your five hundred words. ”

"Nine hundred!" kicked her nose and cheek, which was her true color.

"When I didn't say it. ”

"Okay, count you ruthless!" Xiao Hongying returned to the bench and sat down.

The vapor was still hissing at the lid of the kettle, and everything was warm.

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