My right eye is a god-level computer

Kyoto Koan Hospital.

Four people were walking in the corridor.

Qin Guang felt extremely honored to have people like Liu Di and Mo Yu accompanying him during the visit.

But among the four, the figure was the last.

But he was the one who would not flinch in the face of countless bayonets on the battlefield.

Qin Changhe dared to directly collide with enemy planes and was not afraid of being shattered into pieces.

Because he is afraid.

In his heart, a variety of emotions were mixed, including the despair of not being able to return and the fear of the new world.

And, a situation that is so unbelievable that people don’t know how to face it.

It was just a coma. When he woke up, his 20-year-old wife had become a 93-year-old old man.

How can anyone accept this?

Qin Changhe walked aside.

While twisting his thighs hard, he hoped that this was a dream and that he could wake up.

pity.

The corridor in front of me is getting deeper and deeper, like a film showing in the team. Once it starts, it can't be stopped.

Click.

Qin Guang, who was at the front, opened the door of a ward.

He pushed the door open and stood upright at the door.

This sound brought Qin Changhe, who had been thinking wildly, back to reality.

For a moment, sweat broke out on his forehead.

Outsiders cannot understand what he feels in his heart.

Qin Changhe took two steps back.

In my impression, this is the only time he has flinched in his life.

But Brother Liu grabbed his arm, looked forward, raised his head and said, "If you don't go in today, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

Qin Changhe's body trembled slightly.

He hesitated for a moment.

He glanced at Brother Liu and nodded slightly.

He stretched his head and looked into the ward.

The room was 5 meters away from him, and the door faced a bright window.

It's noon.

The sun was just hanging outside the window.

The dazzling sunlight spreads down, illuminating the room brightly and lushly.

The white bed and the white quilt seemed to be dyed with a layer of golden brilliance.

In a trance.

The dark corridors were like hell, and the bright wards were like heaven.

Qin Changhe vaguely saw a thin figure lying on the hospital bed. His face could not be seen clearly, and he could only see the strands of crystal clear silver hair illuminated by the sun.

Brother Liu walked forward.

Qin Changhe, who was like a sculpture, came back to his senses and followed silently.

Four people walked into the room.

He saw the figure on the bed covered with a white quilt, and his head sank into the soft pillow.

Qin Guang was about to speak.

But he saw Qin Changhe looking at the pair of red embroidered shoes neatly placed beside the bed, his eyes straightened and his body stiff.

Qin Guang whispered: "Grandma is very good at embroidery. This is a pair of shoes she made for herself, but grandma has not been able to walk for three years."

"This pair of shoes was placed according to her wishes. She probably hopes that one day she can wear them again."

Qin Changhe suddenly waved his hand, "I know these better than you."

Everyone suddenly fell silent.

Qin Changhe said: "The flower on the shoe is called Dichocarpus. The flowers are beautiful, but the fruit is poisonous."

"Xiaolan once used Douchi fruit to poison a group of little devils to the point of vomiting and diarrhea."

"She said that she is the flower of Douchi. She is beautiful and can fight Japanese enemies."

Qin Changhe's eyes suddenly became moist.

"She doesn't display these shoes just to wear them."

"She said that if one day she was abducted, she would find a way to put a hand-embroidered Douchi flower at the door."

"If my troops were passing by, they would know she was there and be able to save her."

Qin Changhe's body trembled even more violently.

Walking towards the hospital bed.

But outside the ward, a nurse with a hurried expression suddenly walked in.

The nurse frowned and lowered her voice: "Why are so many people coming in?! Grandma Zhao is in a very bad condition right now. You may all get out at any time!"

When Qin Changhe heard this, he clutched his chest tightly.

Brother Liu winked.

Qin Guang sighed and pushed the nurse out of the door.

And Qin Changhe.

Then he approached the bed a little carelessly.

He saw the face.

He is already skinny, his face is covered with wrinkles and age spots, and his hair is full of silver.

but.

Time makes people age, but it cannot cover up the outline of the facial features.

Qin Changhe's world was spinning.

It feels like a world away.

There was a time when there were not so many materialistic desires and temptations.

Once you are in love, it will last a lifetime.

To put it more plainly, it means that when facing your lover, your heart feels like water.

To put it more romantically, it means keeping a promise until death.

Qin Changhe saw with his own eyes that his woman changed from a young girl to gray-haired in an instant.

It's like the world is destroyed.

She is Xiaolan.

Sad emotions surged out instantly like sea water bursting its banks.

Qin Changhe squatted beside the bed, held Zhao Lan's old palm, and slowly lowered his head.

I kept from crying, but my shoulders were shaking.

The old man's eyelids on the bed shook slightly.

Zhao Lan, who had been in a coma for seven days, suddenly woke up.

Even the nurse outside the door was stunned.

She opened her eyes very slowly. The once bright eyes had now become cloudy.

She didn't know if she could see the person in front of her clearly.

"Xiao Guang, you're here."

Zhao Lan spoke, her voice was very weak, but she still managed a smile.

Qin Guang and Qin Changhe look so much alike.

The man held Xiaolan's hand, trying hard to stop the tears from falling, "I am Qin Changhe."

Zhao Lan was out of breath, but still smiled lovingly, "Silly child, that's your grandfather's name."

The man stared hard, and tears finally flowed, "I am Qin Changhe."

Zhao Lan shook her head slightly, "He went out to perform a mission."

Qin Changhe was silent.

There is no mission that lasts 70 years in this world.

Xiaolan, how could she be so stupid.

Suddenly.

Zhao Lan said with a lonely look: "He won't come back."

Qin Changhe's tears burst silently.

He looked at the embroidered shoes beside the bed and picked them up gently, "Xiaolan, I will help you put on your shoes."

Qin Changhe lifted the quilt under Zhao Lan's feet.

A pair of wrinkled feet was revealed.

Qin Changhe smiled with tears in his eyes: "Xiaolan, your feet have been wrapped so small, smaller than Eryan at the head of the village, you must have become the most beautiful girl in the village."

Zhao Lan's expression suddenly froze.

A layer of mist gathered in the cloudy eyes, and a little starlight seemed to light up in the depths of the pupils.

In the old society, there was a trend that when a girl was born, she would wrap her feet with cloth strips to squeeze and deform them so that they could not grow up. This was called foot binding, commonly known as bound feet.

The ancient saying "lotus steps graceful" and the adjective "old lady with bound feet" all came from this.

In the concept at that time, the smaller the girl's feet, the more beautiful she was.

Qin Changhe said slowly: "Now these children don't know what bound feet are, let alone wear shoes."

Qin Changhe picked up an embroidered shoe.

Buckled it on Zhao Lan's toes.

Then gently massaged his feet.

"You said that your small feet hurt when you put on shoes."

"So, the most comfortable way is to massage while wearing shoes."

"Xiao Lan, I have worn your embroidered shoes hundreds of times."

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