Chapter 309 Irritable and Old-Fashioned!

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"Fuck, I woke up, I really woke up, motherfucker!!!"

The old Taoist looked at Xu Qinglang in surprise,

He just saw Xu Qinglang move his fingers,

Immediately afterwards, the body also tilted a part.

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

The old Taoist shouted, intending to add a fire!

immediately,

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

The old Taoist directly emptied the plastic basin in which he held his dirty clothes, placed the basin under him and then stroked Xu Qinglang's back with his other hand:

"It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up."

Xu Qinglang retched for a while, but he didn't spit out anything. If Zhou Ze was here, he should be able to tell that it was because of a long-term coma, which caused some body functions to fall into a semi-dormant state. The car that had been left in the ice and snow for a long time started to warm up again.

After all, Lao Xu was just in a coma, a kind of self-enclosed due to "heart disease", which has nothing to do with the so-called "vegetative".

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 muddled state and cannot take care of themselves.

As for the kind of vegetative people who can remember everything before and continue to "high" and fall in love after waking up,

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

After vomiting for a while,

Xu Qinglang opened his eyes,

Glancing at the old Taoist and little loli beside him,

Then he turned his head sideways and fell asleep again.

The sleep this time is just a rest for the body, people are actually waking up.

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

The old man ran out happily,

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

pouted,

whispered:

"It's really not that the whole family doesn't enter the house."

Old Xu woke up, this is a happy thing, the old Taoist was busy serving him, let Lao Xu drink and eat something and then go back to sleep, the old Taoist finally had time to take a shower and put on a clean set Daoist robe, walked downstairs, and returned to where he was at the bar.

A pot of old rice wine, a pile of dried white cattail tea,

Put another newspaper in front of you,

From time to time, I would take a small sip of rice wine, pick up two dry tea and throw it into my mouth, hum a little song, read it in the tabloids, and learn from the boss, stealing half a day's leisure.

The big potted plant was placed next to Lao Dao to prevent mosquito bites. It used to be treated only by the boss, and Lao Dao also enjoyed it.

During the day, there are usually few guests. Sometimes the old man sits here all day and has nothing to do. But this time, just after he got into the mood, three people walked into the study.

The old man shrugged helplessly, put on a smiling face,

"Three, what would you like to drink?"

"Let's have a pot of Longjing."

The visitors were two young people and an old man who was older than the 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 to choose a seat not far from the bar and sat down.

The old man had age spots all over his face, leaning on a cane, wearing a white short sleeve with holes, and sat down with the careful support of the person next to him.

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

"Yo, interview?"

The old man came over with teapots and cups, put them away one by one, and poured the tea.

"En." 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."

"Hey, old brother, I admire you!"

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

The old man sitting there just nodded reservedly. He has few teeth left, and it seems that he speaks a bit reluctantly, and his ears are not particularly good.

To put it bluntly, at this age and in this state, half a foot has really been put in the coffin.

The old Taoist felt very sad, and said directly: "In this case, I have invited you for today's tea, three of you, and I will bring you some snacks."

"Thank you boss." The two young people thanked the old Taoist.

"You're welcome, you should."

The old man, who always counts pennies and pennies, was generous this time. He went back to the bar and picked up a few plates of dried fruits and melon seeds, and brought them over. Guazier, leaning against the bar counter, licking and listening.

Lao Dao was a two-year-old in Jianguo, and he had never experienced the war years, but he has such a habit, that is, he likes to hear stories.

In the early years, there were actually quite a few storytellers, but they gradually disappeared later.

"Old sir, let's start now."

asked the young man.

The old man nodded.

And so began the interview.

two

The young man should be a reporter from a small newspaper, and he is doing a column interviewing veterans of the Anti-Japanese War.

The first words the old man said,

It made the old man a little excited,

It's just because although the old man speaks very slowly and somewhat vaguely, his northern Shaanxi accent makes the old man really very kind.

Oh shit,

fellow!

The old man was hesitant to give them something more. He would put the money in the bar by himself. The public's things belonged to the public's, and his own was his own. He would not secretly take advantage of Boss Zhou.

after all,

Boss Zhou is so poor.

Seeing how the boss was holding on to the handful of silver coins last night,

The old Taoist felt a little pitiful in his heart,

This must be such a deep obsession.

The old man's interview is still going on, he speaks slowly but clearly.

It seems that I have already rehearsed it in my mind, no, it should be that I have faced a lot of interviews like this, and slowly, how should I put it, I got used to it.

"Because I was in the national army, I have felt unable to hold my head up for a long time. Slowly, I also developed the habit of saying few words."

When the old man narrated this,

The young reporter immediately said: "Thank you, Mr. Jia."

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

The old Taoist continued to crack melon seeds beside him, listening with relish.

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

As long as they have shed blood for the country, in fact, they don't need to worry about their status, and they don't need to worry about personal morality. They are already worthy of respect.

"I joined the army back then, in fact, to have a full meal. At that time, I was young. I was only 14 years old when I joined the army. I didn't have much education and didn't understand any major principles. Many principles were learned later. I realized that when I fought , very honorable.

Scattered and stumbled, in 1945, the troops were stationed in Shaanxi.

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

I remember very clearly, always remembering the number of the army at that time, and what the people above forced us to remember at that time, saying that even if we die in battle, after we go to hell, we can call the old department to continue fighting devils below. "

Two reporters patiently recorded beside them, these are the reports that will be published in the newspapers in the near future, the purpose is to call on the society to care and love these veterans of the War of Resistance, especially those of the national army.

Just looking at the state of the two journalists with red eye circles,

I knew that after this report appeared in the newspaper, many people would definitely cry because of this report. Everyone would be moved by this veteran of the Anti-Japanese War, and at the same time they would scold...

The old man frowned beside him,

its not right,

In 45 years, Gao Shuxun was the team leader?

How does the old man remember that Gao Shuxun was the commander of the army in 40 years?

And Gao is a veteran of Feng Yuxiang's Northwest Army, why did he go to serve as Hu Zongnan's subordinate?

Look at this old man again,

oh,

I must have misremembered it.

After all, getting older,

Also normal.

The old man didn't say anything, and continued to eat melon seeds.

"The troops moved to Hanzhong, Shaanxi, and then fought hand-to-hand with the devils in Baqiao, Xi'an, and Weinan.

I forgot the troop number of the Devils. I just remember that their guns are much better than ours. They use the 38-style, and our army uses the Hubei Tiao.

The fighting was fierce, and our casualties were always more than those of the devils. Because I was young at the time, my comrades took good care of me. One time when I was fighting with devils, an enemy shell exploded on my thigh. I went to the field hospital to recuperate......

………………

After the devils had finished fighting, during the Liberation War, our company commander led us to revolt in front of the battle.

because,

The Chinese don't fight the Chinese..."

A reporter was already wiping tears with a napkin,

Another reporter next to him was choked with sobs: "The Chinese don't beat the Chinese, well, that's really good, I have wronged you, Mr. Jia, all these years, you have suffered and suffered wronged, and you will be rewarded.

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

The people of the motherland will never forget you, and the society will never forget you, we will help you spread the word..."

"Etc., etc!!!"

The old Taoist next to him couldn't stand listening any longer, so he immediately stepped forward, knocked on the table vigorously, and scolded:

"Aren't you bastards!"

"Boss, what do you mean?" The young reporter looked at the boss with a frown.

The old man was not in a hurry to finance the two reporters, but first pointed at the old man who was accepting the thick stack of red envelopes after he had just finished speaking and scolded:

"The more you talk, the more outrageous it is!

One of the things that the older generation in Tongguan is most proud of is that no matter how bombed the devil's plane was, they never let the devil pass Fenglingdu!

you fucking this

They all fought in Baqiao and Weinan,

fuck your grandma,

You go back and ask Little Japan, if they passed the Hangu Pass back then! "

finished speaking,

The old man pointed to the two young reporters who were still in the state of "moving China":

"The two of you are out of your minds. Just invite a liar to come for an interview, and you are crying so hard. Are your minds muddy?"

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