The next day, it was snowy and sunny. The sun shines into the spacious ward and hits the snow-white quilt warmly. Qin Niao dragged Shi Ling to the hospital early in the morning to visit the man she rescued last night. Seeing that he was not awake, she put the flowers and fruits she brought on the cabinet next to her. Shi Ling closed the curtains to prevent the sun from shining directly on the patient's face. The nurse wiped his face. There was no dust or blood, and he could see a thin and tender face. His voice was so hoarse and his injuries were so serious. He thought he had gone through many vicissitudes of life, but in fact he was still a young boy. Suddenly, the door was opened, and the nurse came in pushing the medical cart, but accidentally hit the door. A sharp thumping sound came from the quiet ward. The little soldier, who had just been sleeping peacefully in the warm quilt, suddenly sat up, lifted up the quilt, reached out and touched the side, but did not touch the gun. He endured the pain and jumped out of the bed, looking completely alert. He glanced left and right, trying to find something that could be used as a weapon, but when he saw the clean and bright room, Shi Ling and Qin Niao standing by the window, and the nurse pushing the trolley through the door, he was stunned. He endured the pain of the tearing wound and glared at the nurse over there: "Where is this? Kou Jun's hospital? What do you want to do by bringing me here?"
The nurse was obviously stunned by this unexpected situation. Didn't the head nurse say that this patient was seriously injured? His lungs were almost punctured. How could he still jump out of bed as soon as he heard any noise?
These thoughts just flashed through the nurse's mind. After she saw the patient getting out of bed, she immediately ran over, "What Kou Jun, have you watched too many anti-war dramas? Go back to the bed and lie down, don't sew up the newly stitched The wound is torn. If you want to watch the Anti-Japanese War drama, I will show you the TV later." After hearing the familiar Chinese dialect spoken by the nurse, the little soldier became less defensive, but he was still at a loss. He understood all the words, but he didn't understand the meaning. "Lie flat and take your blood pressure." "You are seriously injured. Do not do strenuous activities. Lie down and rest. The director will come to check the ward later." The nurse looked at Shi Ling and Qin Niao over there, "Are you the patient's family members? Help the patient when he gets out of bed. It's not convenient for girls. You can hire a nurse." Qin Niao listened carefully: "Okay, sister nurse, is he okay?" Nurse: "He is under the care of Director Shang. The case has not been entered into the hospital system. You can ask him when the director comes to check the ward later." Qin Niao 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 glass of warm water from the water dispenser next to him and handed it to him: "This is the country of China." When the little warrior saw Shi Ling, his memories of last night gradually came back. He tried to sit up, but Shi Ling held his shoulders down. 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 and looked at the clean and transparent cup and the clear water. He was in a trance and felt like it was a dream. Suddenly, he asked emotionally: "Where is this? Where is the company commander? Where have they gone?" Shi Ling: "I don't know. We picked you up on the side of the road. What's your name? When were you born, and how old are you this year?" Qin Yiao glanced at Shi Ling, feeling like she was checking her household registration. The young soldier was confused and worried about his comrades, "My name is Zhao Xingbang! I was born in the 16th year of the Republic of China. The company commander said that I will be fifteen after this winter." Qin Niao took out her mobile phone and searched Baidu, converted it into AD years, and then used her computer to do the calculations. As a dance art student and a scumbag in cultural classes, she was terrible at math. She could do computer math but not verbal math.
However, after he finished speaking, Shi Ling raised three fingers excitedly: "Senior, if you hold on just a little longer, there are still three years left! The war of resistance will be won!" Zhao Xingbang scratched his head in confusion: "Huh? Who won?" Shi Ling: "Our party!" Qin Niao looked at Shi Ling in surprise. She didn't expect her to react so quickly. It was written all over her face: After three days of separation, we should look at each other with admiration. Zhao Xingbang was even more confused. He doesn't know that much, he only knows that he can win the battle by following the command. Before he joined the revolutionary army, they had been fighting for who knows how many years, and they didn't know how many more years they would fight. But no matter ten years or twenty years, they will continue to fight so that their descendants will no longer be trampled upon by others, and so that they will no longer be displaced by war. And now, the girl in front of me, who is not as beautiful as a mortal, says that she will win in three years... Three years... It really is like a sweet dream. It would be great if it were true. Zhao Xingbang couldn't help but burst into tears. He wiped away his tears and looked up at Shi Ling: "Are you a god? How do you know? Has the god finally appeared? But because you didn't show it earlier? Many people died..." As he spoke, the young man's blank voice was filled with accusations, and all the accusations turned into grievances. He burst into tears when he thought about the people who had fallen in front of him one by one, when he thought about the corpses strewn in the village after the bandit army passed away, when he thought about his parents and brothers who died under bayonets, and his comrades who died under artillery fire. Qin Niao, who was still looking excited, felt her eyes sore when she heard this. Listening to the young boy's accusations full of grievances, Shi Ling also fell silent slightly, and his heart couldn't help but tighten. Yes, when she opened the door to metaphysics and saw the impermanence of black and white, she knew that there were ghosts and underworlds in this world, so there should be gods. But why is the land of China so full of desolation, but the gods stand idly by? Where have all the many gods in the Eastern mythology system gone?
Or are the lofty gods enshrined on the shrines simply disdainful of the lives of ordinary people?
Just like humans watching a nest of ants being drowned in water, they won't be moved at all. Shi Ling said softly: "It's not a manifestation of gods. It's countless pioneers who shed their lives and blood. It's because of you that we won the war of resistance and today's peace." An inch of mountains and rivers, an inch of blood, a hundred thousand young men and a hundred thousand soldiers!
If Han Xingquan doesn't notice, I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood!
The gods looked indifferently at the dire straits of the human world, which was nothing more than a chess piece. The world had been prosperous for several years, wars were raging, and China was ups and downs. The ants are unwilling to save themselves and survive. Thousands of people come to help the building collapse. It is never the power of one person or the thoughts of one god. Zhao Xingbang murmured to himself: "It's us..." Shi Ling simply took out the remote control and played him a classic Anti-Japanese War movie - The Founding of the People's Republic of China.