The sun was setting, and it stopped wearily in the clouds, and the birds on the horizon hurriedly flew by, leaving only an afterimage.

With a food box in his hand, he walked towards his lodgings, his figure slender and steady, and when he met the soldiers who greeted him on the way, he also stopped and responded gently.

Recently, there have been a lot of frequent war frictions, and the wounded are often withdrawn from the battlefield to be sent to and from the wounded soldiers, and the battle situation is not too tragic, the wounded are still relatively light, and some common knife wounds and sword wounds are not much trouble to heal, and they can be recuperated for a few days, but the situation is still not optimistic.

The more you drag, the harder it gets.

In the past few days, Zhu'an has been going out very early, and he has been busy in the wounded soldiers' house for a long day, and he can only return to his residence very late. First, because of the large number of wounded, he has been able to deal with his wounds fast enough, but the time for the wounded to be sent is not fixed, and no matter how fast he is, he can't get up fast; second, because doctors of his age are really rare, and the other two military doctors are a little older, and have been in the army for many years。 Therefore, the two military doctors were busy for a day, and if they had to continue at night, their bodies could not bear it, so they went back early, and the rest could only be let by Zhu'an.

Fortunately, he is patient and still unwilling to slack off on this.

However, it is precisely because of this that Zhu'an has become the main doctor in the wounded soldiers' station almost half a month later, coupled with Zhu'an's excellent medical skills, whether it is diagnosing the condition or using the symptomatic medicine, he is professional and skilled, with a gentle and patient attitude, and even carefully takes care of the mood of the wounded soldiers, which is very popular among the soldiers in the wounded soldiers' station.

The more this happens, the busier it gets.

However, no matter how late he came back, when he came back, he could see that the light in the dream weaving tent was still on.

Sometimes Weaving Dream was still waiting, waiting for him with a hot supper, and sometimes she fell asleep on the table after waiting too long, and Zhu'an would carry her back to the bed, cover the quilt, and then turn off the oil lamp and go back.

A small oil lamp, the warm yellow firelight, is really warm in the dark night.

It's like giving him a full hug when he returns home from a tired night.

Every time Zhu'an came back, he couldn't help but look forward to seeing this firelight.

There was very little to do with the wounded soldier today, so he was able to finish his work early and take a detour to bring dinner for Weaving Dreams.

Considerate of Weaving Dreams, he wanted to eat with her every day, but he was too busy, so he tried his best to do it, or personally delivered the food back, and when he was too busy, he would ask the jailer Lao Wu to help him run errands.

Although he was invited into the army as a guest, as long as he opened his mouth and made a request, there would definitely be guards to help with these trivial things, but Weaving Dreams was alone, and he still had to pay attention to his diet, and he was more at ease if he found an acquaintance to send it.

He lifted the curtain of the dream-weaving tent, and the corner of the setting sun happened to be hidden behind the mountain, and a ray of light followed into the house.

When I walked in, Weaving Dream was sitting at the table, reading with my head propped up.

She hung low

Looking at her eyes, a shallow shadow fell from her long eyelashes, and the light in the tent dimmed a little, and she seemed to be a little fascinated by it, and forgot to light the lamp.

In such a dimness, her eyebrows and eyes became more and more delicate, and her serious appearance was really beautiful.

Zhu An took a few more looks.

Seeing the book in her hand, Weaving Dream seems to be particularly fond of reading the art of war recently, and there are still a lot of books on hand, and when he goes out to be busy during the day, Weaving Dream has been reading these art of war.

After meeting him a few times, he asked Weaving Dream why he was so interested in the art of war, and Weaving Dream just smiled and told him, because he thought it was very interesting.

However, it is also understandable that in the midst of strategizing, the decisive victory is thousands of miles away, and it is indeed easy for people who practice martial arts to resonate, and he is also very interested in it.

Weaving Dream heard his footsteps, raised his head from the book, a smile appeared on his face, and then put down the book to greet him, "Brother, you're back!"

Zhu An answered gently, walked to the other table and put down the food box, reached for the oil lamp, and soon a warm light lit up in the tent, and the eyes also brightened.

"It's getting dark, why don't you light the lamp? Reading in such a dim light is not good for your eyes. ”

Weaving Dream rubbed his dry eyes that had been reading for too long, and said with a smile: "Is it dark? ...... so soon"

"Are you hungry? Come and get something to eat. ”

Weaving Dream obediently answered, ran to wash her hands, wiped her hands and walked back to the table, her heart couldn't help but jump, she could only eat alone recently, she really missed her brother...... Of course, she won't say this to affect Zhu'an, and it's good to come back early once in a while.

Suppressing the joy in his heart, Weaving Dream said as naturally as possible: "My brother came back early today. ”

"Well, I don't have much to do today, so I'll come back to eat with you. ”

With a gentle movement, he scooped a bowl of soup and handed it to Weaving Dreams.

Weaving Dream took it and held it in his hand, stirred it with a small spoon, and secretly looked at Zhu'an, seeing the faint cyan under his eyes, "It's time to rest and rest, my brother has been working too hard lately." ”

"Speaking of which, I actually think it's not hard. ”

"Huh?"

"It's about knowing that Amon is always waiting for me to come back, and I'm always motivated when I do things. ”

Weaving Dream only felt that his cheeks were suddenly hot, and he hurriedly lowered his head to drink the soup, and replied hesitantly, in a very low voice.

"I'm going to be waiting for you. ”

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Zhu'an has been busy recently, and Weaving Dream also sees it in her eyes, and really follows her to the wounded soldiers' station, except for handing over things, it actually doesn't help much, and there are apprentices who practice with military doctors in the wounded soldiers' station, and they will take care of these things, and if she goes again, it is really redundant.

Moreover, the materials in the northwest are desolate, and it is in the army, and the environment for the wounded soldiers to heal and recuperate can only be maintained as much as possible, but there are still many wounded in the wounded soldiers' station, the personnel in and out are mixed, all kinds of voices are noisy and undulating, and the air is also rich in the smell of medicine mixed with the smell of blood, and it is very uncomfortable to stay for a long time.

She didn't want her to stay in that environment for a long time.

Weaving dreams don't bother Zhu'an, and when he has nothing to do, he stays in the tent to read the military book, and Zhu'an several times

When I came back, Weaving Dreams was looking through the art of war.

For her, she has no medical foundation at all, medical books look really obscure and boring, compared to medical books, she thinks the art of war is more interesting, especially the book taken from Zhu'an, the writing is concise, judging the situation, whipping into the inside, often citing examples of war, and even various factors that will affect the outcome of the war are carefully considered, it is really vivid and interesting to read, so that Weaving Dream has benefited a lot, and thinking has been inspired a lot.

However, because of this, she discovered a little secret.

The books she was reading were all borrowed from the house, and when she was flipping through them, she happened to see two small words on the root of the book. (The root of the book is the side below the book, the back of the book is called the spine, the one opposite the spine is called the mouth, and the one opposite the root is called the top.) ）

Double wood.

The small two words, the traces are a little old, but they still look quite stylish, and the pen is like a cloud of smoke, just like the payment.

Weaving Dreams' fingers rubbed on the words, staring at it, could it be left by the author of this art of war?

It's amazing to be able to write such an exquisite art of war, but if it's signed, it's a little too hidden.

If you don't close all the pages, it's easy to lose sight of the two words there.

After reading it for a while, she looked away again and continued to read the contents of the book.

Weaving Dream thought that this was the only one on it, so she didn't pay much attention to it, but when she found these two words again from the root of the second book, she hesitated for a moment and reached for the other books on the table.

One, two......

Each book she took had two small "Shuanglin" written on it, and then turned over the content of the book, and the content of each book was different, some were the art of war, and some were annotations on the art of war.

She sat at the table and fell into deep thought.

Wars are frequent, and there must be more than one military strategist who has written a theory on the art of war, and the number will be far more than these in front of him, why did my brother only pick a book with this payment to read?

If one or two books can be said to be a coincidence, and more than a dozen books are, it is an inevitable result.

Perhaps this "double wood" has other meanings.

Speaking of Shuangmu, things related to my brother are easy to associate with Shuangmu Chenglin, and Lin's words can only be my brother's previous surname, Lin's surname......

Suddenly, she paused.

It turned out that her previous idea was wrong, when she first found these irrelevant art of war from the pile of medical books, she picked a random sentence, and Zhu'an explained the meaning without thinking about it, she subconsciously thought that Zhu'an wanted to learn the art of war and war theory, so that he could enter the army like his father, General Lin, as a soldier.

What made her feel a little lost was that Zhu'an didn't say a word about it.

However, now she suddenly understands that it is not like that.

If she guessed correctly, these books should be written by General Lin Jingzhi or leave annotations and analysis opinions on the basis of the original text. However, General Lin was modest and low-key, and although he wrote down many valuable experiences, he still chose to leave two great things on the root of the book

The small word of the eye, double wood.

Therefore, Zhu'an collected these books not because he wanted to learn the art of war and war theory, but simply because these books had a lot to do with his father.

Even if I don't remember my father's appearance, however, looking at the words that my father once wrote, and reading the annotations left by my father word by word, it seems to understand how the Northwest War happened in my father's eyes.

It seems that through this, I can see my father as if he is in front of him.

In the place where my father lived, it was really warm to read the old books left by my father.

It's probably just a small wish to see things and think about people.

Thinking of this, Zhimeng felt that her brother's mind was really delicate, and she looked at the book in her hand, and her mentality seemed to have changed slightly.

If at the beginning, she borrowed these military books to understand her brother's thoughts, then now, she is really reading these art of war very seriously.

The people who wrote about them must have hoped that the people who read them would gain insights and be inspired by them, so they shared valuable experiences, not for reasons other than the content of the book.

One tree becomes a tree, and two trees become a forest.

That's how words in books convey power.

(End of chapter)