The next day, the snow was clear.

The sun shone into the spacious hospital room and warmly hit the snow-white quilt.

Qin Yuan pulled Shi Ling to the hospital early in the morning to visit the one he saved last night, and when he saw that he was not awake, he put all the flowers and fruits he brought on the cabinet next to him.

Shi Ling closed the curtains a little to prevent direct sunlight from shining on the patient's face.

The nurse had scrubbed his face, and there was no dust and blood, and he could see a thin and immature face. The voice is so hoarse, and the injuries are so serious, I thought that I had gone through all the vicissitudes of life, but in fact I was still a young boy.

Suddenly, the door was opened, and the nurse came in with a medical cart, but accidentally hit the door.

There was a somewhat sharp thump from the quiet room.

The little soldier who had just slept peacefully in the warm quilt sit-ups, lifted the quilt, reached out and touched the side, but did not touch the gun, and jumped out of bed in pain, completely on guard.

He glanced left and right, trying to find something that could be used to make weapons, but when he saw the clean and bright room, Shi Ling and Qin Yuan standing by the window, and the nurse pushing the cart into the door, he was stunned.

He endured the pain of the laceration and glared at the nurse over there: "Where is this?" Kou Jun's hospital? What are you trying to do with me here? ”

The nurse was visibly stunned by the sudden situation.

Didn't the head nurse say that the patient was badly injured? The lungs were almost punctured. How can you still jump out of bed as soon as you hear movement?

These thoughts just flashed in the nurse's mind, and after she saw the patient get out of bed, she immediately ran over, "What Kou Jun, have you watched too many anti-Japanese war dramas?" Go back to bed and lie down, don't tear the wound you just stitched. If you want to watch an anti-Japanese war drama, I'll show you TV later. ”

After the little soldier heard the familiar Chinese dialect spoken by the nurse, his defensive expression decreased a little, but he was still at a loss. He understood everything, but he didn't understand the meaning.

"Lie flat and take your blood pressure."

"You are seriously injured, do not exercise vigorously, lie down and rest. The director will come to do the rounds. ”

The nurse looked at Shi Ling and Qin Yuan over there again, "You are the patient's family, right?" When it is convenient for patients to get out of bed, it is not convenient for girls, so you can ask for a nurse. ”

Qin Yuan listened carefully: "Okay, okay, sister nurse, he's fine, right?" ”

Nurse: "He is the chief of the director, and the case has not been entered into the hospital system, so you can ask him when the director comes to check the ward." ”

Qin Yuan nodded: "Okay, thank you." ”

After the nurse left, the little soldier lay on the snow-white hospital bed, feeling the soft mattress and quilt, and looking at the white ceiling in a daze.

"Is this heaven?"

Shi Ling poured him a cup of warm water from the water dispenser next to him and handed it to him: "This is Huaguo." ”

The little soldier saw Shi Ling, and the memory of last night gradually returned, and he tried to sit up, but was held down by Shi Ling's shoulder.

Shi Ling pressed the button next to him and helped him lift the bed board slightly so that he could sit half-lying down.

The little warrior's eyes were full of surprise, he took the warm water from Shi Ling's hand, looked at the clean and transparent cup and the clear water, and the whole person was in a trance, feeling like a dream.

Suddenly, he asked emotionally, "Where is this?" What about the company commander? Where have they all gone? ”

Shi Ling: "I don't know. We picked you up on the side of the road. What is your name? When was you born and how old is this year? ”

Qin Yuan glanced at Shi Ling, feeling that she was checking her household registration.

The little soldier was confused and worried about his comrades-in-arms, "My name is Zhao Xingbang!" Born in the sixteenth year of the Republic of China, the company commander said that I will turn fifteen after this winter. ”

Qin Yuan took out his mobile phone and Baidu it, converted it into the year of the Common Era, and then used the computer to calculate it. As a dance art student and a scumbag in cultural classes, she is a mess of math, and she can't do oral calculations if she can do it.

However, after Shi Ling's voice fell, he excitedly raised three fingers: "Senior, hold on a little longer, there are still three years!" The War of Resistance will be won! ”

Zhao Xingbang scratched his head blankly: "Huh? Who won? ”

Shi Ling: "My party! ”

Qin Yuan looked at Shi Ling in surprise, but she didn't expect her to react so quickly, with a face full of words: Shibei should be impressed in three days.

Zhao Xingbang was even more dazed.

He doesn't know so much, he only knows that listening to the command can win the battle. Before he joined the revolutionary army, they did not know how many years they had been fighting, and they did not know how many more years they would fight. But no matter 10 or 20 years, they will fight for the sake of their children and grandchildren not to be trampled on by others, and for them not to suffer from the flames of war and displacement.

And now, the girl in front of her, who looks beautiful and does not look like a mortal, says that there are still three years to win......

Three years......

It really was like a dream.

It would be nice if it was true.

Zhao Xingbang couldn't help but burst into tears.

He wiped away his tears and looked up at Shi Ling: "Are you an immortal?" How would you know? Have the gods finally appeared? But why didn't you manifest sooner? A lot of people died......"

As he spoke, the young man's blank voice was filled with accusations, and all the accusations turned into grievances.

He thought of the people who had fallen in front of him one by one, the corpses of the Kou army in the village, his parents and brothers who died under bayonets, and his comrades-in-arms who died under artillery fire, and he was already in tears.

Qin Yuan, who was still excited on the side, only felt that his eyes were sour when he heard this.

Listening to the little boy's accusations full of grievances, Shi Ling also fell silent slightly, and his heart couldn't help but clench.

Yes, when she opened the door of metaphysics and saw the impermanence of black and white, she knew that there were ghosts and underworld in this world, so there should be immortals.

But why is the land of Shenzhou full of desolation, but the gods stand by and watch? Where have so many gods in the Oriental mythological system, the sky full of stars, the gods of the heavens, and thousands of years of incense offerings, gone?

Or are the gods who are enshrined in the shrine and don't care about the lives of ordinary people?

Just as a human being would not be moved when he sees a nest of ants drowning in water.

Shi Ling said softly: "It's not a fairy apparition. It is because of you that there are countless pioneers who shed their blood and spilled their blood, and it is because of you that we have won the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression and today's peace. ”

An inch of mountains and rivers, an inch of blood, 100,000 young people and 100,000 soldiers!

If you don't notice the cold star, I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood!

The gods indifferently looked at the dire world, but it was just a game of chess pieces, how old was the world withering, the war was raging, and Shenzhou was up and down. The ants are unwilling to save themselves for survival, and the building overturned with tens of millions of people to help, never the power of one person, the idea of one god.

Zhao Xingbang muttered to himself: "It's our ......"

Shi Ling simply took out the remote control and showed him a classic Anti-Japanese War movie - the great cause of the founding of the country.