On the top of the moon, the lights were already lit in the west room of the division's hospital.

Zhou Wanping rode on the chair, her arms folded on top of the back of the chair, her beautiful chin resting on her arms, and she looked intently at the man sitting on the edge of the bed and spoke in a low voice, and gradually listened to it.

In the story, there is the vast white snow outside the plug, the scorching sun on the bank of the Yellow River, the coagulated blood red, and the smoke turned into ashes. In the magnificent background, there are thousands of figures, but Zhou Wanping feels that this is a lonely story, a story with no hope and no end.

At first, he was forced to ask by Zhou Wanping, then he was induced by Zhou Wanping, and finally, it became Hu Yi's self-talk and took the initiative to tell. To Hu Yi's own surprise, this time he didn't have the painful feeling of revealing his scars, it felt like he was telling another person's story. Hu Yi didn't understand why, maybe it was because of the smell of the hospital, maybe it was because there was a doctor in a white coat in front of him, or maybe it was because of the messy room and the unrestrained audience Zhou Wanping.

He talked a lot, from Saiwai to Jiangnan, he spoke in detail, and even seriously described all kinds of illusions when he had a headache, except for the part about Su Qing, he basically said everything.

Until the end of the story, the two men are still watching in the dim light, the man is still sitting on the edge of the bed, and the woman is still lying on the back of the chair.

Finally, Zhou Wanping stood up, left the chair, habitually copied her hands in the pockets on both sides of her white clothes, walked to the window with her tall figure, looked at the moonlight on the branches outside the window, paused for a while, and then turned back to face Hu Yi and said, "You are indeed sick." It's too late, I'll give you a check tomorrow. ”

Hu Yi raised his head, looked at the tall man by the window and asked, "You mean...... Can I be hospitalized?"

"I'll wait until I'm done tomorrow. Then Zhou Wanping walked straight to the door of the house, pushed open the door and called into the courtyard: "Xiao Liu." ”

A little nurse ran out from next door and arrived at the door: "Doctor Zhou, what's the matter?"

"Is there still a place in the ward?"

The little nurse lowered her head and thought about it for a while, then looked at Hu Yi in the house, and hesitated and said, "There is still a place in the backyard, but ......"

Zhou Wanping nodded directly: "Okay, you arrange it, and let him go over later." ”

......

In one of the small low mud houses in the backyard, with an oil lamp like beans on the windowsill, four beds were set up with wooden planks, separated by a little distance as an aisle, and arranged side by side, and the room was filled with a stench, mixed with a faint smell of blood. The little nurse pointed to the only empty bed near the outermost and said to Hu Yi: "You live here." If there's anything to do, just shout at me. Then gently close the door and leave.

Hu Yi took a closer look at it through the dim light. The patient lying on the innermost bed had a dozen dirty bandages on his body, and it seemed that his hands and feet were tied to the side of the bed with ropes, motionless and silent.

The patient on the second bed was covered with a broken quilt, but the lower half of the quilt was basically flat, he should have lost his legs, and he couldn't see his face clearly in the poor light...... I really can't blow it...... It's time to charge...... I'm going to blow it......"

The patient in the third bed had his eyes wrapped in bandages, and his abdomen was also covered with thick bandages, soaked with blood.

In a creak of wooden planks, Hu Yi took off his exhaustion, and lay down on his bed in his clothes, after confiding in him, he felt very comfortable, not affected by the fishy smell at all, and he didn't mind the non-stop murmuring of the horn soldier in the high fever on the second bed, at least this was much more comfortable than the sound of artillery fire, much quieter than Luo Fugui's snoring, more like a hypnotic song.

"Are you dying?"

The voice seemed to come from hell and as if it came from heaven, Hu Yi tilted his head sideways and looked at the third bed closest to him: "Why do you ask?"

"Those who are slightly injured will not be carried here, and few of those who are carried here will be carried out alive. Cough ......" The blindfolded man finished speaking weakly, and coughed a few times in a suppressed manner, as if he was in pain because of the cough pulling the wound on his abdomen.

Hu Yi lay down straightened again and looked at the dark roof: "I don't know, maybe." ”

After a moment of silence, the blindfolded man said, "Maybe you won't die." ”

"Why?"

"I can hear you, at least you walked in on your own, so you can still get out. ”

Hu Yi didn't speak, and quietly closed his eyes.

"I don't want to die. The blindfolded man continued to speak lightly, not minding who the person in the fourth bed was, or whether he was listening.

"I really don't want to die, I can't bear it. Do you know, in my hometown, I still have a piece of land, right at the foot of the mountain, which is a good field. With this, I can definitely say that I am a good mother-in-law, I like big butts, which are easy to touch and easy to raise...... It's spring now, and it's time to get busy...... I can't bear to ......"

In the confiding of the blindfolded man, Hu Yi fell asleep peacefully, and had a rare dream.

Hu Yi dreamed of a military trumpet, the copper-yellow trumpet delicately wrapped around a flat circle, reflecting the pride of metal. A long red ribbon was tightly tied to the tube, shiny and shiny, fluttering like blood in the wind, so beautiful that it was terrifying, and it was ashamed of its pride...... A young bugler, with a vague figure, jumped out of the trench, towering majestically, with his chest held high. A clear golden military horn, facing the rain barrage and the bloody wind, the blood-colored elf tied to the military horn fluttered like a flame, playing the movement of the charge...... The sound of the trumpet was clear, loud, and passionate, piercing the mountains, awakening countless souls, dispelling infinite fears, and painting a dawn of dawn, accompanied by endless mountains and tsunamis, echoing over and over again in the smoke of gunpowder...... Until the young trumpeter fell in the wind, he still lingered and reverberate......

In the melodious sound of the military trumpet, Hu Yi woke up, and he thought he was still dreaming. When he saw the light inside the house and saw the dawn outside the window, he realized that he was really awake. That melodious melody is the wake up call.

It's been a long time since I've heard the sound of a military horn, and I've almost forgotten about it. At that time, there were also division soldiers in the 67th Army, but later, there was almost no charge, and later, trenches were always dug, so they gradually became inaudible. The Independent Regiment used to have commanders, but later, they all died, and later, they have been spent in concealment and transfer, so they can't be heard, at least not when Hu Yi arrived at the Independent Regiment.

The soldier in the second bed died, his legs were shattered by machine-gun bullets, his limbs were amputated, he was infected, there was no medicine to reduce inflammation. He murmured all day and all night in a high fever that lasted for days, and finally calmed down before this dawn.

In the melodious sound of the wake-up call, the corpse of the bugler was carried out of the ward, clutching a copper-yellow trumpet in one hand, which was the only glory he could take away.

Whether it is a change of troops, retirement, or sacrifice, the mouth can still be kept, become a personal belonging, become a commemoration, become a never-ending movement, has been loud in the ears of the division bugler.

......

In the morning sun, the little nurse led Hu Yi to Zhou Wanping's office.

In contrast to Dr. Chow's dormitory, it is clean, well-organized, and spotless.

Zhou Wanping, who was sitting behind the desk, saw Hu Yi frowning slightly and looked around, guessed what Hu Yi was thinking, and said to Hu Yi with a beautiful and full lips: "What do you see? People who are too lazy to wash their feet may not be too lazy to wash their faces!" Then got up and pointed to a bench by the window: "Sit here, take off your hat." ”

Hu Yi smiled unconsciously, and because she could say it, she took off her hat and sat on the bench.

Zhou Wanping leaned down, swept Hu Yi's head casually, and began to observe carefully by taking advantage of the sunlight outside the window. The top of the head, the back of the head, the neck, the forehead, and the cheeks, all the subtle scars were examined.

According to Hu Yi's description last night, Zhou Wanping judged that he may have suffered a concussion from the impact of the explosion, but it is not ruled out that there was shrapnel that caused brain injuries. Now I look carefully and carefully, and there is no suspicious wound on the head, which will not cause brain injury.

It can only be speculated that it was a concussion, but based on the hallucination situation described by Hu Yi, it is a little different from the concussion symptoms that Zhou Wanping understands, which is a bit strange. In addition, Zhou Wanping felt that Hu Yi must have a psychological problem, he was too depressed, and the tiredness in his body came from his heart. Based on his bloody experience and those scar records, he shouldn't have been a person who took the initiative to come to the hospital, why did he run away, what did he want to escape?

Zhou Wanping stood behind her for a long time without moving, and Hu Yi couldn't help asking, "How is it?"

"What's going on?" Zhou Wanping came back to her senses.

"About my headache and ......"

"Well, I suspect you're having a concussion, but you're in a weird situation, I'm not sure. If only I had a look at it when I was done. ”

“......”

"Alright, let's do this for now, wait until I have time to study and study, what is the problem with your head. Zhou Wanping went to wash her hands while talking.

"So I...... Can I be hospitalized?"

Zhou Wanping shook the residual water in her hand into the basin and replied without looking back: "You don't need to be hospitalized, what you need is something to do." What do you say?"

Hu Yi sighed and didn't speak.

After a while, Zhou Wanping finished her hands, returned to her desk and sat down, and said, "Also, this doctor is not free to treat you. ”

“......”

"Why do you have such an expression? You deserted, of course I need special treatment. ”

"I'm poor. ”

"I know, so you can owe it first. The consultation fee is not expensive, help me get a box of wine first, and send it to me later, but no one else is allowed to know. ”

"Wine?"

"Well, you can stay for another day today, go back tomorrow, hurry up, don't delay me for too long, I'm in a hurry, no matter how tired I am, I have to do this for me!"

Hu Yi was speechless, it seems that you didn't treat me as an outsider, right?

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