The War of Resistance

Under the dim kerosene lamp, a female nurse with long eyelashes and big eyes had taken off her mask and was sitting at a table.

And the little dustpan that was in the same room as her was almost wrapped in gauze and turned into a dumpling.

The little dustpan was seriously injured. At this time, the fire of his life seemed like the kerosene lamp on the table, and the light as big as a soybean seemed to be extinguished at any time.

However, although the little dustpan was seriously injured, there was no injury on his face.

After the operation, his face was wiped by the nurse, so it was much cleaner, and the dim light added a touch of mystery to him, especially the outline of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose. It makes people think that he is the resolute and brave warrior who once killed the enemy on the battlefield.

The female nurse, who was about the same age as Little Dustpan, held her chin with her hand and stared blankly at Little Dustpan, as if there were endless stories behind Little Dustpan's face.

I don't know how long the female nurse stared at the little dustpan. Suddenly, the door opened with a "squeak", and as the door was pushed open, the evening breeze blew in with the cold air from outside.

The young nurse who was sitting at the table and looking at the small dustpan suddenly woke up and couldn't help but let out an "Oops" sound, just because the wind blew the small flame of the kerosene lamp and flickered in the room. It became dark, as if the fire of life in the small dustpan was about to go out.

However, as the door was closed, the wind outside the house was blocked, and the flame that had been blown away from the kerosene lamp magically ignited again, and the light in the house returned to light.

"Oh, Sister Zimu, I must have scared you.

You have been undergoing surgery in the afternoon and are tired. You can go and rest. I will do it for you. "The door opened because another smaller nurse walked in.

"It's okay, I'll stay for a while." The female nurse named "Zimu" replied.

"Then just stay for a while. I don't think you are just staying for a while. When I just opened the door, I saw you looking at others in a daze." The little nurse said with a chuckle.

"What's so weird about being in a daze? I'll be in a daze when I see anything." That Zimu also laughed.

It stands to reason that a person who looks at everything in a daze must have dull eyes.

Just like the mental patients in the mental hospital, when they look at others, their eyes are not straight, but this Zimu is not, her eyes are smart and lively.

"I think I heard you say that you will be stunned when you look at flowers, plants, or objects, even if it is a banknote, a pipe, or even a broken bowl for food.

Why, Sister Zimu, can you see anything? "The little nurse asked curiously as she sat down at the table.

"How do you say it?" Zimu raised her chin again and looked at the young soldier on the hospital bed. She thought for a while and then said: "Just like a banknote, it was first collected from the printing factory. Come out and then begin to circulate in the world.

Maybe it got into the hands of a rich person first, and the rich person spent it on eating, whoring, gambling, and smoking.

If the rich man buys pancakes and fruit, and the money goes to an ordinary family, and there is a filial son in that family, but his mother is sick, he uses the money to buy medicine for his mother, and the money goes to an ordinary family. Went into the drug store again. "

"Stop it! Sister Zimu, if you continue to think like this, it will be over!" The little nurse interrupted Zimu's reverie.

"Of course it's over." That Zimu rolled his eyes and smiled, "Then, the drug store owner took the money to a tailor named Li's house, and the aunt named Li from that family took the money. Qian then said, "Oh, my little girl has had a baby bride since she was a child, and now she has grown up. I just use this money to buy silk and satin for her as a dowry."

"Oh, Sister Zimu, why did you arrange it for me?" The little nurse suddenly realized.

It turned out that her surname was Li, and her family also did needlework, and it was because she was engaged to be a baby that she ran away from home because she did not want to get married, and eventually became a nurse with Zimu.

Seeing that his fabrication was successful, Zimu smiled and his eyes turned into crescent moons.

"You're still talking about me, so tell me why you had to save this Northeasterner? You even used such precious medicine. Could it be that you fell in love with this person? Now you're just staring at her blankly." The little nurse began to fight back.

"Nanny, don't talk nonsense." Zimu said angrily, "I don't know if he can survive now. I saved one of them because the guy who called them said that there were no good people named Zhang, and the other one was Because this man was the first anti-Japanese fighter I met, I was very curious about his story, and I wanted to save him and listen to him tell me the anti-Japanese story personally."

"Oh - I know, so you went to find your godfather, right?" The little nurse, known as Nannan, understood.

"Yes, of course my godfather wanted to save the soldier after he found out about this. He also said that the Northeast Army is a friendly army and he cannot ignore it.

I'm really eager to know this man's battle story! He was shot four times. I thought he must be a great hero. Zimu said and then looked at the small dustpan with his eyes closed under the kerosene lamp.

It's already dark at night. Although the village where the hospital is located is not called a frontline hospital, it is still a frontline hospital, so the village is now dark.

But then again, there is no need for so-called light control in rural China nowadays. Even some first-tier cities do not have electric lights, let alone here.

So in the dark of the night, the room with the curtains drawn in the yard where the little dustpan was lying, whose life or death was uncertain, was the only dim light.

At this time, in the same village, a man suddenly stood up in the darkness and sat up from the ground. Then his body leaned against the wall, sweat was flowing from his head, and he himself was Breathing loudly.

After a while, the man's breath calmed down.

"Twenty-year-old! I'm really old. Even a dream can scare me awake." The man muttered in a low voice. It was Mr. Wang.

I'm afraid that Mr. Wang will never mention it to anyone in his life. He, the man with a beard who drank human flesh soup and killed Japanese soldiers without any intention of killing Japanese devils, was frightened awake by a dream, just like the soldier who had just died. Like a hemp stick.

This is so embarrassing!

"Oh, I hope the little dustpan is okay!" Mr. Wang muttered again, and then stared at the ubiquitous darkness as if trying to figure out some trick.

The female nurse named Zimu was guarding the little dustpan. Mr. Wang dreamed that the little dustpan was dead, so he was destined to suffer from insomnia.

But at this time, in another village not far from the front line, Shang Zhen had also woken up.

They were all the same darkness, but Shang Zhen felt warmth. He subconsciously moved his hand, and then his hand touched a woman's smooth hair.

Um? Shang Zhen subconsciously lowered his hand, and this time he touched the slender waist of a young woman.

What's going on here? Are you dreaming yourself? Shang Zhen just woke up from hunger.

This time he confirmed that he was not dreaming. He was holding someone in his arms, a young woman whose face could not be seen now but was destined to be as beautiful as a fish or a geese. That was Gao Yuyan!

Shang Zhen is not Liu Xiahui, or even if he did Liu Xiahui when he and Gao Yuyan were together for some reason, when a person just wakes up and has weak sense, no one would be willing or able to do Liu Xiahui.

With the beauty in his arms, Shang Zhen's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

If, here I mean if, if Shang Zhen, he is destined to do something tonight.

But since it is what if, then it is destined not to happen.

Just when Shang Zhen felt his body changing, he suddenly frowned and his body trembled.

The pain directly dispelled Shang Zhen's thoughts.

Yes, does that not hurt? How could he stay? He had already left with Mr. Wang and the others to find a solution for the dying little Dustpan!