Chapter 309: Angry!

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"Fuck, wake up, really wake up, damn!!!"

The old Taoist looked at Xu Qinglang with some surprise.

He just saw Xu Qinglang's fingers move.

Immediately afterwards, his body also tilted partially.

"Old Xu, wake up quickly and start your harem struggle!"

The old Taoist shouted, planning to add more fire!

immediately,

Xu Qinglang's body twitched, and he turned sideways subconsciously, retching under the bed.

The old man directly emptied the plastic basin of his dirty clothes, placed the basin under him, and then stroked Xu Qinglang's back with his other hand:

"Just wake up, it'll be fine, just wake up."

Xu Qinglang retched for a while, but nothing came out. If Zhou Ze were here, he should be able to see that part of the body's functions fell into a semi-dormant state due to long-term coma. This retching phenomenon is a bit like The car that has been left in the ice and snow for a long time starts to warm up again.

After all, Lao Xu was just in a coma, a kind of self-isolation caused by a "heart disease", and it was not the same as the so-called "vegetative state".

In fact, the possibility of most vegetative people waking up is very low, and even if they are lucky enough to wake up, it is basically impossible to become like a normal person. Most of them continue to be in a state of confusion and cannot take care of themselves.

As for the kind of vegetative person who wakes up and still remembers everything from the past and can continue to get high and fall in love?

That kind of thing basically can only happen in romance novels and TV series.

After vomiting for a while,

Xu Qinglang opened his eyes,

He glanced at the old man and little loli next to him,

Then he turned his head sideways and fell asleep again.

This time of sleep is just a rest for the body, and the person is actually waking up.

"Just wait, I'll get you some soup to drink and nourish your body."

The old Taoist ran out happily.

Little Loli glanced at Xu Qinglang, who was lying on the bed with his chest rising and falling slightly.

curl your lips,

Whispering quietly:

"It's really not like a family doesn't come into the same house."

Lao Xu woke up, which was a happy thing. Lao Dao was busy waiting on him and let Lao Xu drink and eat something before continuing to sleep. Lao Dao finally had time to take a bath and put on a clean suit. took the Taoist robe, walked downstairs, and returned to his position at the bar.

A pot of old yellow rice wine, a stack of dried white pu tea,

Put another newspaper in front of you,

From time to time, he would take a small sip of rice wine, pick up two dry tea leaves and throw them into his mouth. He would hum a little tune, and the tabloids would look at him, imitating the boss, and he would have a half-day of leisure.

The big potted plant was placed next to Lao Dao to prevent mosquito bites. In the past, it was only a treatment enjoyed by the boss, but Lao Dao also enjoyed it.

During the day, there are usually few customers, and the old man sometimes sits here all day with nothing to do, but this time, as soon as he got into the mood, three people walked into the bookstore.

The old Taoist shrugged helplessly and put on a smile.

"You three, what would you like to drink?"

"A pot of Longjing."

The visitors were two young people and an old man who was older than the old Taoist.

"Okay, sit over there and wait."

The old man went to the back to make tea.

The two young men helped the old man and chose a seat not far from the bar and sat down.

The old man had age spots on his face. He was leaning on a cane and wearing a white ripped short-sleeved shirt. He sat down with the careful help of the person next to him.

Two young men sat across from him. One took out a recorder, and the other took out a notebook, ready to record something at any time.

"Hey, interview?"

The old Taoist came over with a teapot and a teacup, placed them one by one, and poured the tea.

"Yeah." One of the young men responded, pointing at the old man in front of him and said, "This is a veteran of the Anti-Japanese War."

"Oh, brother, I admire you!"

The old man gave a thumbs up to the old man in front of him.

The old man sitting there just nodded reservedly. He didn't have many teeth left. He seemed to be reluctant to speak, and his ears weren't particularly good.

To put it bluntly, at this age and in this state, I really have half my foot in the coffin.

The old Taoist felt sad in his heart and said directly: "In that case, I'll invite you three for tea today, and I'll bring you some snacks."

"Thank you, boss." The two young men thanked the old man.

"You're welcome, you should be polite."

The old man who always spends his money was rare and generous this time. He went back to the bar and picked up a few plates with dried fruits and melon seeds and brought them over. After putting them on the table, the old man did not go far and grabbed some for himself. Melon seeds, just leaning against the bar, eating and listening.

Lao Dao was born two years after the founding of the People's Republic of China and had never experienced the war years, but his habit was that he liked to hear stories.

In the early years, there were actually many storytellers, but they gradually disappeared.

"Old sir, let's start now."

asked the young man.

The old man nodded.

This is how the interview began.

The two young men should be reporters from a small newspaper, covering the Anti-Japanese War.

Veteran's Column.

The first thing the old man said was,

This made the old Taoist feel excited.

Just because although the old man spoke very slowly and a little vaguely, his northern Shaanxi accent made the old man very kind.

Oh shit,

Fellow fellow!

The old Taoist hesitated whether to give them something else. He would put the money into the bar himself. Things owned by the public belong to the public and his own belong to him. The old Taoist would not secretly take advantage of Boss Zhou.

after all,

Boss Zhou is so poor.

Looking at the boss holding on to the handful of silver coins last night,

The old Taoist felt a little pitiful.

What a deep obsession this must be.

The old man's interview continued. He spoke slowly but clearly.

It seems that I have rehearsed it in my mind. No, I must have been interviewed like this a lot. Slowly, I got used to how to say it.

"Because I was a prostitute, I have been unable to hold my head up for a long time. Gradually, I developed the habit of being reticent."

When the old man narrated this point,

The young reporter immediately said: "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Jia."

Another reporter picked up the teapot, refilled the old man's cup of tea, and brought it to the old man.

The old Taoist continued to eat melon seeds next to him and listened with relish.

It is difficult to explain clearly the truth about many things in that era, but at least the current social atmosphere is progressing and correcting mistakes, and people's cognition is no longer as limited as before.

As long as they are people who have shed blood for the country, in fact, there is no need to worry about their identity or any personal ethics. They themselves are already worthy of respect.

"When I joined the army, I actually wanted to have a full meal. I was young at that time. I was only 14 years old when I joined the army. I didn't know much about it, and I didn't understand any big principles. Many of them were only understood later. Only then did I realize that when I was fighting , quite glorious.

After being scattered and scattered, by 1945, the troops were stationed in Shaanxi.

I was in the 3rd company and 2nd platoon of the 3rd battalion of the 90th division of the 30th Army of the First Group Army. The commander was Hu Zongnan, the army commander was Lu Chongyi, the division commander was Wang Huimin, the regiment commander was Gao Shuxun, the company commander's surname was Chen, and the platoon leader's surname was Liu.

I remember it very clearly, and I have always remembered the number of the unit at that time. The people above forced us to remember something, saying that even if we die in the battle, after we go to hell, we can still ask the old troops to continue fighting the Japanese below. "

Two reporters patiently recorded by the side. These are reports that will be published in newspapers soon. The purpose is to call on the society to care and love these anti-war veterans, especially the ***.

Just looking at the current state of the two reporters with red eyes,

I know that after this report appears in the newspaper, many people will definitely cry because of this report. Everyone will be moved by this anti-war veteran, and at the same time, they will also scold...

The old Taoist frowned beside him.

its not right,

Gao Shuxun was the group leader in 1945?

How could the old Taoist himself remember that Gao Shuxun was the commander of the army in 40 years?

Moreover, Gao is a veteran of Feng Yuxiang's northwest military department. How come he went to work for Hu Zongnan?

Look at this old man again,

oh,

I must have remembered it wrong.

After all, I am older,

Also normal.

The old man said nothing and continued to eat melon seeds.

"The troops moved to Shaanxi and Han, and then fought against the Japanese in Baqiao and Weinan, Xi'an.

I forgot the unit numbers of the Japanese. I only remember that their guns were much better than ours. They used the Type 38, while our army used the Hubei Tiao.

The fighting was fierce, and our casualties were always more than those of the Japanese. Because I was young at the time, my comrades took good care of me. Once when I was fighting with the Japanese, an enemy shell hit my thigh. I didn’t know the pain at the time. The blood flowed all over my trouser legs and there was blood in my shoes. It was my comrades who saved me. I went to a field hospital to recuperate...

………………

After the Japanese were finished fighting, during the War of Liberation, our company commander led us in an uprising in front of the battlefield.

because,

The people of the country do not fight the people of the country..."

One reporter was already wiping tears with a napkin;

Another reporter next to him choked with sobs: "Chinese people don't fight other people. Okay, that's really good. I've wronged you, Mr. Jia. The hardships and grievances you have endured over the years will be rewarded."

This is our reward for this interview. Please accept it and improve your life.

The people of the motherland will not forget you, and society will not forget you either. We will help you publicize..."

"Etc., etc!!!"

The old Taoist next to him couldn't stand listening anymore, so he immediately stepped forward, knocked the table hard, and yelled:

"Aren't you guys talking nonsense!"

"Boss, what do you mean?" The young reporter frowned and looked at the boss.

The old man did not rush to manage his finances and the two reporters, but first pointed at the old man who had just finished his story and was collecting the thick stack of red envelopes and cursed:

"The more you talk about it, the more outrageous it becomes!

One of the things that the older generation in Tongguan are most proud of is that no matter how the enemy planes bombed, they never let the enemy pass Fenglingdu!

You fucking fought in Baqiao and Weinan,

Fuck your grandma,

Go back and ask Little Japan if they passed Hangu Pass back then! "

After saying that,

The veteran pointed at the two young reporters who were still in the state of "moving the country":

"You two are out of your mind. You just invited a liar to come for an interview, and you cried so hard. Are your brains all muddled?"

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