Feng Ye had a lot of doubts in his heart, in fact, it was not only Feng Ye who had doubts, Wang Jingwei's open defection to the enemy and treason, and the impact on the struggling Chinese army on the battlefield was far-reaching, and they began to doubt their desperate role, and began to suspect that they were just a chess piece in the hands of high-level figures, or even the most useless chess piece.

Feng Ye has a lot of questions, as an educated soldier in this era, he can't answer those questions at all, but fortunately, Feng Ye doesn't need to answer them, he only needs to answer them with wine.

In the lobby, the scene at the table is a bit weird, Feng Ye keeps talking, Zhiyun is listening, Feng Ye has been drinking, Zhiyun gives him a mouthful of food from time to time, and makes his mouth slowly pour wine frequently.

In the face of the enthusiastic officers, the officers of the gendarmerie and the political training department did not hear them, because the law does not hold the people accountable, and if these officers are arrested, the 11 th Division will not be able to go to the battlefield, and their combat strength may not even be half left.

And Feng Yi was just whining and drinking alone, although his amount of alcohol was good, but he was still drunk quickly, he soon couldn't sit steadily, his hands were propped on the table, and he was still muttering.

"Brother Feng, come, go and take a rest."

"You two dead girls, come over and help."

Zhiyun shouted, she couldn't move Feng Ye who was drinking tall by herself.

"I'm not drunk, I'm going to drink."

Feng Yi waved his hands, not far away from leaving the table, he just wanted to drink now, drink until he didn't think about anything, drink until he didn't know the personnel, forget those soldiers, forget the troops, forget the war......

"Whew!"

The three women's tired heads were sweating, and they finally got Feng Ye into the only guest room.

"Hold on, things are taken off, coats are taken off, or it is not easy to catch a cold......"

Zhi Yunjiao gasped, and asked the two equally tired maids to hold Feng Ng, and she began to pick Feng Ng's coat.

Belt, holster, boots, then coat, and then stuffed Feng into the bed......

"Ahh

Go and bring a basin of hot water, grab a towel, and bring a bucket in.

Zhiyun sat on the edge of the bed and said, letting the two maids prepare, and hers looked at Feng Yi here; Feng Ye drank too much, she was afraid that he would vomit directly, it didn't matter if he vomited the quilt, but if he sprayed vomit on his own face, it would be troublesome.

"Puff ......"

Lying on the bed, Feng Ye snorted the smell of wine, muttering words that others couldn't hear clearly.

"Here, wipe your face."

Zhiyun took a hot towel and began to wipe Feng Jie's face, and Feng Jie, who was in a puddle of mud, could only let Zhiyun fiddle with it.

"Get out! Prepare plenty of hot water. ”

Zhi Yun waved his hand, moved a stool, and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Feng Yi's face.

The face was rough, and she could feel the marks of the wind and frost when she touched it; This face doesn't look handsome, even in his sleep, his brows are tightly locked, and the constant spray of wine is mixed with vague words, even in his sleep, he is struggling with his fate.

"You're finally willing to stop and let me take a good look! Brother Feng, you sleep! I'm watching over you. ”

Zhiyun muttered, supporting his head with both hands, leaning on the edge of the bed, staring at Feng Ng's face until Feng Ng's snoring sounded.

"Vomit ......"

When Zhiyun was in a daze, there was a strange sound in Feng Yi's throat.

"Brother Feng, be careful, spit out!"

Helping Feng Ye up, he brought his head to the side of the bed, where there was the wooden bucket she had prepared, and there was water in the bucket.

"Vomit ......"

The painful sound of vomiting sounded, Feng Ye didn't eat anything at noon, poured a stomach full of wine, and vomited directly.

"Vomit ......"

Zhiyun slapped Feng Ye on the back, frowning and enduring the unpleasant smell of vomit.

"Ahh

Feng Yi raised his head, and there was still vomit left on the side of his mouth.

"Get some hot water to drink and bring a towel."

Zhiyun shouted, and at this time, Feng Ye had already returned to the bed.

"Let you eat something and drink again, you don't believe it, it's uncomfortable now!"

Zhiyun wiped the residue on Feng Ng's face with a towel, and scolded Feng Ng, but she didn't know why, looking at Feng Ng's current appearance, she was not angry at all, but felt a little faint pain in her heart.

"Get out, get some more ashes; Clean up. ”

Zhiyun pointed to the barrel and basin, and told the two maids to quickly clean it up, and as for the ashes, they were used to cover up the water stains and vomit on the ground, and then sweep them out.

"Brother Feng, come, drink some water."

Zhiyun pushed Feng Ye up again and handed over a bowl of warm water.

"Gurgling ......"

Feng Yi's Adam's apple stirred, and a bowl of warm water quickly went down his stomach.

"Do you still want to throw up?"

Seeing Feng Yi lie down again, the sensational Adam's apple never stopped, and Zhiyun asked worriedly.

"Don't vomit, don't vomit......"

Feng Yi shook his head slightly, and the snoring sounded again......

"Hoo ......"

Zhiyun let out a long breath, the smell of vomit was all between her mouth and nose, she wanted to open the doors and windows very much now to breathe, but she was even more afraid that Feng Yi would catch a cold as soon as the cold wind blew.

"Miss, you go outside and take a rest, and we'll just keep an eye on it."

The barrel was brought back in, and the maid frowned, trying to get Zhiyun out to rest.

"No, I look at him; Get out of here! ”

Zhiyun shook her head, in her heart, maybe only at this time now, she has the opportunity to completely own this man, just look at him, it's good.

"Oh, then we're outside, something calls us."

The maid nodded, and the two looked at each other and walked out.

After spitting up a large amount of wine in his stomach, Feng Ye finally fell asleep this time, and Zhiyun, who was watching Feng Ye on the side of the bed, didn't know when, and also fell asleep on the side of the bed......

"Ahh

Suddenly, Zhiyun woke up, and when she looked up, she saw Feng Yi open his eyes and stare at herself, just tilting her head to look at herself.

"Are you awake? When did you wake up? Still uncomfortable, isn't it? What do you want to eat? ”

Zhiyun looked at Feng Yi, and a series of questions smashed over.

"I just woke up, I don't want to eat anything, I'll lie down again; You go to rest! Thank you for your hard work. ”

Feng Yi shook his head slightly, the physical discomfort was secondary, in fact, he just wanted to be alone now, just lying on the bed, at least he could think of some questions that he couldn't figure out.

"I'll pour you water."

Zhiyun stood up, but she quickly sat back on the stool, holding a position for a long time, leaving her legs numb.

"Ahh

Holding his hand on the side of the bed, Zhiyun stood up again, not hearing Feng Yi's words of concern, Zhiyun looked at Feng Yi in surprise.

"Hey! Lie down! ”

But seeing Feng Yi's dull gaze looking at the roof, she shook her head and walked out slowly......