chaotic world

He was carried off the special train on a stretcher. Du Yunfeng played a full set of plays, and he was admitted to the hospital very cooperatively, and he didn't run around as he wanted.

A few days ago, there were always people visiting, and later, in order not to attract unnecessary attention—the matter of Du Yunfeng's "surrender" is still being discussed—what benefits he can bring to Nanjing, and what reward Nanjing can give him—everything is still under discussion. There is no fixed number, so the fewer people who know the better, Du Yunfeng has lived a peaceful life in the hospital. After so many years of fighting, he has not been so peaceful for a long time.

In order to show sincerity, the Nanjing side not only paid high medical expenses, but also repeatedly stated that their health is important, and it will not be too late to talk about General Du when he recovers.

Du Yunfeng was recuperating in a warm ward. None of the imported pills that were said to be very expensive could get into his mouth, and the soldiers crushed them all and discarded them.

Zhao Xiaohu once asked tentatively: "Junzuo, this medicine is very expensive, why don't you take some?"

"You look good, you eat," Du Yunfeng raised his foot and kicked him, "Have you ever seen someone who pretends to be sick and really takes medicine?"

"I'm not sick, Commander. You can't remember many things now. Maybe you haven't healed up from your brain problems before." Zhao Xiaohu dodged, but he didn't let the foot miss, but reached out to catch it. , flatteringly put it back on the bed, covered it with a quilt, "Maybe you'll remember it after eating."

"Don't talk nonsense with me here," Du Yunfeng gnawed on the apple, very comfortable, "If you can't remember it, you won't remember it. Why do you have to remember it?"

In fact, he has been used to this for a long time. He used to hope to remember everyone and everything, but later he felt that it was very painful to remember only one Zhou Lan. Would it be better for others to remember more?

In the past, he hoped that Song Shudong could talk more about the past to make him more sober. After Song Shudong left, Du Yunfeng also figured it out. People live in the present, in the present moment, and the past is gone. There are so many lives in every day. Life and death, if you really think about it clearly and settle the accounts, he will be held back by the past and will never be reborn forever.

The past is the previous life, and people live in this life.

If you are not sick and pretend to be sick, you will easily get sick. Du Yunfeng watched for a few days and found that there seemed to be no eyeliner. His soldiers also paid special attention to their surroundings and found nothing unusual.

Du Yunfeng's mind became active. He was always afraid of coming to Shanghai, but he was looking forward to coming to Shanghai. He came here by accident. The address on Fukaisen Road was engraved in his heart. Shouldn't he go and have a look?

"Army seat," Zhao Xiaohu entered the ward, carrying a food box in his hand. The food in the hospital was really not very tasty, so Zhao Xiaohu went to Lao Changxing every day to order food and bring it back. Zhao Xiaohu said while opening the food box , "I met a kid outside just now, hey, it looks like you, you are so cute."

Du Yunfeng felt that there was nothing wrong with listening to any one of these words alone, but the combination was a bit awkward. He put down the match, and asked with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth: "Am I cute? Tiger head and tiger brain?"

"That's not what it means," said Zhao Xiaohu, who had been with him for a long time, and he spoke freely when there were no outsiders, "You are not cute, oh, no, I said that child is cute, oh, that's not the point, I mean, That child looks like you, the facial features, I was taken aback at first glance, do you think so, Xiao Liang?"

Xu Guoliang was bringing the bowls and chopsticks, when he heard Commander Zhao asking questions, the military seat was also waiting for an answer, so he stood at attention solemnly and replied, "Like, it looks like the military seat has shrunk."

There was a black line at the back of Du Yunfeng's head: "Hehe, you still want to suppress me, my soldiers have good guts."

Zhao Xiaohu gave Xu Guoliang an elbow: "I really can't talk, Jun Zuo, what he means is that the kid is just like you. If you have a child under your knees, it's probably because of this that he didn't run away."

"Have a son?" Du Yunfeng scratched his head, got out of the bed, put on his shoes, and dragged him to the dining table, "I don't even have a son from my wife, but I do have a godson, and I have forgotten what he looks like. "

A few people started to eat around a table, because there were few people, and they were afraid that the food would be cold in the cold weather, so Du Yunfeng allowed a few soldiers to eat with him, and the meal was eaten very quickly, and everyone put their heads in their bowls and ate like a military camp. Siri Hulu didn't speak, and swept away the food like lightning.

After dinner, Du Yunfeng wanted to go out for a walk. He was used to the war training, and after being lazy on the bed for a few days, his whole body was rusted, and he was indescribably tense.

He was wearing a cotton and white hospital gown, very casual and spacious, because he didn't intend to go far, but he only wore a black cloak. Although he was wearing leather shoes, he didn't bother to put on socks, so his bare feet exposed his ankles.

The hospital has five floors. Du Yunfeng went down the stairs and wandered along the circular corridor. The inpatient department was very quiet. Occasionally there were patients entering and leaving the hospital, which was very orderly.

When Du Yunfeng passed by the wards, he occasionally took a look and saw that most of the wards were quite lively—it was dinner time, the family members took care of the patients, and the guys who came to deliver meals came in and out to wash the dishes, which was quite lively.

"Hey, military seat, look at that kid, the one I mentioned." Zhao Xiaohu suddenly pointed to the far side of the corridor.

Du Yunfeng looked in that direction, and sure enough there were several adults and a half-grown boy.

The boy was among the crowd, approaching from the other end of the corridor, Du Yunfeng narrowed his eyes, and the boy's face gradually became clearer as he approached.

picture!

Du Yunfeng's heart skipped a beat.

So fucking like!

Not only did they look alike, that child even carried Du Yunfeng's "energy" in his expression.

He has delicate features, and although he is not yet an adult, he can be seen to be a tough little man.

Until they came face to face, Du Yunfeng looked at him without blinking.

His tall figure embraced the little boy.

The little boy also stopped, looked up at him, hesitated, and said:

"Uncle, could you please let us live for a while?" The boy asked politely, he hadn't reached Du Yunfeng's chest yet, but he spoke in a serious manner like a little adult.

Du Yunfeng: "..."

Moving his steps, Du Yunfeng turned sideways, still staring at him.

The little boy walked over with someone, Du Yunfeng paid a little attention, and saw that the man behind the boy should be a driver, and the woman should be a servant.

It seems that he is still a child of a rich family.

At this moment, the boy suddenly stopped and turned around. He also stared at Du Yunfeng curiously, and seemed to realize that the other person looked familiar, so he asked, "Uncle, why are you staring at me?"

Du Yunfeng was thoughtful, and asked softly, "What's your name?"

The little boy lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then smiled with crooked eyebrows, "Sorry, my father doesn't let me associate with strangers." After speaking, he turned and left.

"Junzuo, don't you look alike?" Zhao Xiaohu asked excitedly beside him, "I'm not lying, am I?"

A ray of orange light flashed across Du Yunfeng's face, and he wiped off the mist on the glass window. He looked downstairs, the child sat firmly on the driver's door after the driver opened it, and the black Ford drove away.

"It looks very similar." Du Yunfeng said, "But I was not so civilized when I was a child. Whoever blocks my way, I may have greeted his ancestors for eighteen generations."

In fact, he was slightly surprised by the child's growth, but for a moment, what made him feel even more strange was the child's strict and gentle manner, which was really, really comfortable to look at.

The little soldiers were hahaha for a while, although Du Yunfeng felt a little strange, but the child had already left, so he didn't bother to think about it.

Until the next day, after dinner, he went for a walk in the corridor of the ward again, but this time he didn't meet the boy.

Walking around boringly for a while, he felt that he might be sick, why wait for a child, so he gave up.

Instigated by Zhao Xiaohu, a group of people came out of the hospital and wanted to stroll around, because Du Yunfeng is also a famous person, so it is not suitable to go to Shili Yangchang to show his face, so they just turned a street corner, and they got into Kaisling Bakery.

Zhao Xiaohu heard that the chestnut cake was the best, so he ordered a few, and at the recommendation of the clerk, he ordered ruby ​​cream cubes and soda pop.

His little soldiers were still young, seeing that the military seat didn't eat, it happened to be cheap for them, so they ate Du Yunfeng's share happily.

Du Yunfeng didn't care at all, because in his field of vision, he saw the car from yesterday again, the car was also parked in front of the bakery, the door opened, and the little boy from yesterday jumped out of the car.

"Master, slow down." The driver went up to help him.

The little boy broke free, still a little impatient.

When the little boy walked into the bakery, he also saw Du Yunfeng. He froze for a moment, but nodded politely as a greeting, and then went straight to the counter to pick up the made-to-order cakes.

"Child," Du Yunfeng called out, "Come here."

The little boy thought for a while, put down the cake, talked to the clerk, and walked over.

"Please eat dessert." Du Yunfeng said concisely and very straightforwardly.

As soon as the words fell, his soldiers gave way to the place in a well-trained manner, and quickly took away the cups and plates with their hands and feet, and moved to another table in an instant.

The child wanted to refuse at first, but was taken aback, and he blurted out: "Are you soldiers?"

"Good eyesight!" Du Yunfeng snapped his fingers and pointed to "sit."

The boy opened his mouth to refuse, but Du Yunfeng said first, "Look out of the window."

"What?" The little boy looked curiously, but he didn't see anything unusual.

"There are people coming and going outside the window," Du Yunfeng raised his hand and snapped his fingers, signaling the waitress to come over, then turned his eyes to signal the stool opposite, "You have servants following you, are you afraid that I will abduct you?"

The little boy straightened his neck, "I'm not afraid," he sat down after speaking, "I just don't know you."

Du Yunfeng took the menu, looked at the little boy with a smile, there was kindness in his eyes, children are sensitive animals,,.

"Come here...a chestnut cake?" Du Yunfeng is learning and selling, intending to impress the children with desserts.

"That's very greasy," said the kid, and instead of taking the menu, he looked at the waitress and said, "Two chocolate biscuits, please, and a hardo, and two lemonades, Don't be too cold, thank you."

Turns out to be a regular here.

"I beg you," the little boy said earnestly after the waiter left, "my father told me not to owe favors to others casually, especially not to owe money to others. If you are short of hand, you have to pay it back."

"Then I owe you?" Du Yunfeng teased him.

The little boy froze for a moment, thought for a moment, and then replied: "That's different, I don't want you to pay it back."

Du Yunfeng burst out laughing, and found that this kid was quite interesting, he said everything in a serious manner, really, it made people feel hairy and comfortable.

"Little friend," Du Yunfeng said solemnly, "I'm coming to Shanghai to do some business, and I won't stay long, but I don't have any friends, I'm bored, and I think you're very interesting, so I'll just make friends with you, don't think too much about it."

"Oh, what are you going to do? Aren't you soldiers? Shanghai doesn't fight wars."

"What I'm here to do has nothing to do with the war. I'm just here for treatment," Du Yunfeng said pretending to be mysterious. "My illness is very serious. You also met me in the hospital yesterday, right?"

The little boy took a sip of lemonade, his eyes widened: "Is it important to be sick?"

Du Yunfeng nodded: "A little bit."

The little boy was silent, thought for a moment, and said with a gloomy expression: "Thinking about it, that's true. The people living on that floor are all very seriously ill. My uncle is also sick. He broke his leg when he was old, and he can't do it now." Walking. What about you, did you break something too?"

Du Yunfeng nodded, and said with a serious face: "I broke my head."

The little boy's eyes were full of the word "poor", and he looked at the other person's head without blinking: "It doesn't look like there is any injury, my uncle has a steel nail in his leg and several stitches, and you also got it." Steel nails?"

"It's inside." Du Yunfeng picked up the chocolate biscuit and stuffed it into his mouth.

Then when he closed his eyes, it was really delicious. It was crispy on the outside, but it melted in the mouth. It had the aroma of cocoa beans, but not too sweet.

"What will happen?" the child asked.

"You don't remember people, are you poor?" Du Yunfeng ate another piece of chocolate cake.

"Poor." Seeing that he likes to eat, the little boy pushed his share to him, "I come here often, you eat."

Du Yunfeng's heart suddenly felt warm, this strange little boy seemed to have magical powers, attracted him by accident, and he was so kind and considerate.

"Thank you." Du Yunfeng said.

The little boy smiled, eyebrows and eyes curved.

"Then..." Du Yunfeng stretched out a hand and said, "Same sickness and sympathy, since we are so destined, let's make friends, my name is Du Yunfeng."

The little boy smiled and held out his hand.

One big and one small held hands together.

"Hello, my name is Zhou Yi, and I mean it."

The two of them continued chatting. It turned out that the little boy came to see his uncle just after school. His father was busy with business in the factory recently and couldn't get away, so he agreed that the driver and the servant would bring the young master to visit his uncle too. Lord.

The little boy hadn't had time to eat, so he called a Hadou, who was going to bring some cakes to the ward to eat.

Zhao Xiaohu didn't expect that the military seats are also very good at dealing with children, and they can have a good conversation with children, and they have never seen the military seats treat them like this.

"If you don't have time to visit in the future, I can go for you," Du Yunfeng said, "My subordinates order meals in Laochangxing every day, and I will bring you an extra one by the way."

"Thank you," the little boy smiled, and then took the brown woolen coat from the servant, "I don't need it for now, my dad will have time tomorrow, he will come to see my uncle, and I don't spend time after school every day. "

The little boy insisted on paying, but Du Yunfeng cheerfully did not stop him.

Why is this kid's sternness so attractive?

Before the little boy left, Du Yunfeng suddenly thought that this little guy always mentioned his father, but never mentioned his mother, so he asked.

The little boy said calmly: "My mother is not in good health, so it is inconvenient to go out. By the way, I forgot to tell you just now, my father was also a soldier."

Du Yunfeng was a little surprised, "Number?" He asked, "If it's an official, I should know it."

"I don't know," the little boy smiled. "He was wounded, so he was no longer a soldier, and he never mentioned the past, but I have a lot of military uniforms at home."

"Oh" Du Yunfeng pondered for a moment, subconsciously thought of something, he asked, "Where is the injury?"

"Hands and legs." The little boy gestured on his ring finger and little finger, "My father is a hero, so I don't hate being a soldier."

After finishing speaking, he bowed his body and politely said goodbye.

Du Yunfeng was stunned for a while in the cake shop, his head was gurgling like a boil, he was about to fall ill, and when he came to his senses, he wanted to go back to the hospital as soon as possible.

But it was the lively moment when the lanterns first came on, he was in a downtown area, Zhao Xiaohu was calling the taxi shop to get a car, and was told that all the cars had been dispatched.

So I finally stopped a rickshaw, and because the Chinese New Year was approaching, Xiafei Road was crowded with people shopping for the New Year, so the rickshaw was not much faster than walking.

Back at the hospital, Du Yunfeng ran upstairs and opened the doors one by one in the corridor to look. He only knew that it was a certain room on that floor. Finally, amidst the yelling of other patients' family members, several nurses rushed over.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Isn't this the patient in the advanced ward? What are you doing?"

"Find someone!"

"Who are you looking for?"

Du Yunfeng didn't bother to explain, and directly pushed away a ward.

The ward was very quiet, an old man was sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed.

Du Yunfeng walked to the bed in two steps, and said in an unbelievable trembling voice, "Uncle?"

Uncle Mute is old, with thinning and graying hair, and a big scar on his right forehead, which Du Yunfeng recognized as the injury he suffered when Tianjin fell to the enemy.

The dumb uncle didn't respond.

If it wasn't for the dropper that was still going on, Du Yunfeng would have suspected that he was gone.

"Uncle?" He called out again in fear.

At this time, the attending doctor came in a hurry, "Hey, general, who is this? Do you know this patient?"

"He's my uncle." Du Yunfeng didn't raise his head, but instead grabbed the dumb uncle's hand.

The hand was smooth and cool, lifeless, and age spots could be vaguely seen in the dim light.

"General," the doctor leaned closer, "then you can visit him again during the day, his family just visited him, because the patient is too old, and the fracture is very painful, we are afraid that his heart and brain vessels will not be able to bear it , just gave him a shot of tranquilizer, you can't wake him up."

Zhao Xiaohu and a few soldiers stood by, understood the general idea, so they went up to persuade: "Military seat, let's go back first."

"Yes, Military seat, you are still asleep, you are useless here."

Du Yunfeng waved his hands and said, "You all go out, I will stay with my uncle for a while."

So Zhao Xiaohu and the others started to chase people out immediately, kicked out the doctors, nurses and onlookers, closed the door of the ward, and left Du Yunfeng in a quiet and dark place.

Du Yunfeng didn't return to his ward until the nurse came to remove the water in the middle of the night.

Uncle Dumb didn't wake up, and Du Yunfeng sat quietly beside him.

This dumb uncle who can't speak since he was a child, but who cares about him all the time, has always doubted his real identity. After all, the dumb uncle is the person who knows Zhou Hanshi the most.

He watched Du Yunfeng grow up, and he became more and more like the man he was back then. The dumb uncle can't speak, but the dumb uncle is not dumb in his heart, he guessed everything.

Du Yunfeng stayed up all night, not only because he saw the old dumb uncle, but also because he remembered what Xiaobao said yesterday.

"My dad has time tomorrow, and he will come to see my uncle."

The author has something to say:

Shanghai has entered the rainy season. When writing this article, I suddenly remembered a Republic of China drama I saw a long time ago. The ending song is very nice, "The rain that year drenched my memory. I miss you most in this weather." You can, wait for the sea to become a drop of tears, and you can go through the autumn rain in the chaotic world." "Dreams, dreams, and dreams are all about you, irreplaceable, I only want you."