Reborn in the 1970s, the cold soldier is a bit sweet

"Ding-ding-ding-" Suddenly a burst of rapid ringtones broke the pre-dawn night. Wang Xiaoxiao suddenly woke up from her sleep. She was breathing heavily. She couldn't remember what she had dreamed, but she felt inexplicably uncomfortable. Gotta panic.

She clutched her chest and sat on the bed in a daze.

There was a sound of the door opening from the master bedroom. It must have been grandma going to answer the phone. Sure enough, the ringing of the phone disappeared after a while, and grandma's voice came faintly from outside the door. It was hard to hear what she said.

Wang Xiaoxiao felt her throat was dry and uncomfortable, so she got out of bed and poured a glass of water and was about to drink it. Suddenly there was a heavy knock on the door, and grandma's anxious voice sounded: "Xiaoxiao, wake up quickly."

Wang Xiaoxiao quickly turned around and looked at the door.

"Xiaoxiao, follow me to the hospital quickly. Xiao Chu is injured and is being rescued..."

"Pa—" The water glass in Wang Xiaoxiao's hand fell to the ground. What grandma was still saying could no longer be heard clearly.

Wang Xiaoxiao didn't know how she came to the hospital, and her confused mind couldn't hold back anymore when she saw her elder brother wandering outside the operating room: "Brother, where are the stars?"

She clutched her eldest brother's arm tightly, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

Wang Jianjun's pale lips moved but he didn't make a sound.

Wang Xiaoxiao bit her lip, her tears falling to the ground one by one, causing shadows to appear. Her vision was blurry. She stared at her elder brother: "Where is Chu Xingchen?"

Yang Xiangju, who came with her, was also very anxious: "Son, how is Xiao Chu doing?"

Grandma Wang was relatively calm. Although she said nothing, she kept staring at her grandson, silently urging him to talk about the situation quickly.

Wang Jianjun twitched his lips, and his voice was so hoarse that he said, "Still... we are still rescuing him."

These simple words seemed to use up all his strength.

Wang Xiaoxiao's vision went dark, rescue... She opened her mouth and wanted to ask something, but found that her voice could no longer speak a word, and her limp body finally slipped down uncontrollably.

"Girl!"

"Girl!"

"Little sister!"

Three voices sounded at the same time. Wang Jianjun quickly hugged Wang Xiaoxiao and put him on the rest chair aside. He forced a very ugly smile: "Little sister, don't worry, it will be fine."

Yang Xiangju also quickly comforted her: "Daughter, it's okay, Xiao Chu will be fine."

Grandma Wang stared at the operating room and told Wang Jianjun and Yang Xiangju: "Take good care of the girl."

She must not let anything happen again at this time. She withdrew her gaze, leaned over and touched Wang Xiaoxiao's head: "Girl, don't worry, grandma will deliver Xiao Chu safely to you."

After saying this, she turned around and walked towards the doctor's office. Soon she arrived at the door of the operating room wearing surgical clothes.

Wang Xiaoxiao pushed himself up and came to her side: "Grandma, you won't lie to me, right?"

Grandma Wang nodded heavily and entered the operating room.

The waiting time was extremely long and torturous. Wang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but recall every moment she spent with Chu Xingchen. She couldn't imagine what she would do if she lost him...

Her eyes were filled with confusion. At this moment, there was only one thought in her mind: he would be fine...

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the operating room finally opened, and she saw her grandma walking out. She took off her mask and said to her with a smile: "Girl, grandma did what she promised you."

Wang Xiaoxiao's tense nerves finally relaxed. She seemed to have been drained of all her strength. She held her hands on the wall and slowly fell onto the chair. She was exhausted and could no longer support herself. The pain I had endured for so long disappeared after receiving the news that he was safe.

When Chu Xingchen was withdrawn from the operating room, he was already awake. As soon as he left the operating room, he saw the frail figure in the corner.

When Wang Xiaoxiao saw him coming out, she immediately stood up and came to his side. Seeing him wrapped in gauze, her heart ached again unconsciously: "Chu Xingchen."

She reached out her hand to touch him, but was afraid of hurting him.

Chu Xingchen grabbed her hand that was frozen in mid-air. His head was so dizzy that he forced his consciousness to comfort her: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Wang Xiaoxiao held his hand tightly and nodded with tears in her eyes: "I understand, don't move or talk, be careful of the wound. I'm fine, I'm just a little scared. I'll be fine after a while."

When Chu Xingchen was transferred to the ward, he finally couldn't resist the drowsy feeling and fell asleep. Wang Xiaoxiao stayed by the bedside. She gently touched his face with her hands. Now he was as fragile as if he had been gently touched. It seemed like it would break if touched, and her tears fell uncontrollably.

I don't know how much time passed, but Chu Xingchen woke up again. As soon as he opened his eyes, he met a pair of eyes that were still red and swollen from crying. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he raised his hand to pinch the little woman's eyes. Cheek: "Be good, stop crying, I feel bad."

Wang Xiaoxiao sobbed and nodded. She picked up the water glass placed by the bed and gently handed it to his mouth: "Drink water."

Chu Xingchen smiled helplessly, took her hand, drank a few sips, and looked up at her: "I'm not that fragile."

He said as he stood up.

Wang Xiaoxiao wanted to hold down his moving body, but when she stretched out her hand, she realized that his whole body was wrapped. She had no way of doing anything, so she could only stop his behavior with an anxious voice: "Be careful of the wound!"

"It's okay." Chu Xingchen didn't care. He supported the bed with his hands. Halfway up, blood seeped out of the gauze.

Wang Xiaoxiao stopped talking and just stared at him with wide eyes.

Chu Xingchen saw that her tears that she had finally stopped were forming circles in her eyes again, so he could only lie down on the bed obediently. He used to be fearless of the sky and the earth, but now what he was most afraid of was her tears. He looked at it helplessly. He looked at her and said flatteringly: "I won't move any more, please don't drop the beans, okay?"

The bullets hit the tip of his heart one by one, causing severe pain.

There was a knock on the door. Wang Xiaoxiao quietly wiped away her tears, looked up, and shouted: "Brother."

Wang Jianjun nodded, walked into the ward, looked at the person lying on the bed and asked, "How do you feel?"

Chu Xingchen pulled his lower lip, secretly glanced at the little woman standing aside, and pretended to be relaxed: "It's okay, I can't die."

"That's good." Wang Jianjun walked to the bed and sat down, looking at Wang Xiaoxiao: "Little sister, you have turned into a little cat, go and wash your face."

Wang Xiaoxiao guessed what they might say, nodded obediently, and left with the washbasin and towel.

In the ward, the two of them watched her go away and then looked away. They looked at each other and then fell silent. They didn't know what to say or where to start.

After a while, Chu Xingchen's lips moved: "Lu Chengye, he..."

There was a vague result in my heart, but I couldn't say it out loud.

None of them expected that Mr. Zhou had buried fire wires in many places in the small courtyard, and even had explosives tied to his body. It seemed that he had already made plans to die with them.

One second before the explosion, he used all his strength to grab Wang Jianjun and threw him out, and he... He never thought that he could escape this disaster. When the strong lethality came, someone rushed towards him from behind and protected him. Under him, he used his body to resist everything.

He knows who that person is...