Beacon 1937

September [-], [-], noon

Yukihiko Matsumoto dragged a wooden bucket filled with clear water, limped and spilled most of the water in the bucket.Seeing this, the squad leader of the cooking class was furious, picked up the big spoon and beat the boy's body. The pain caused him to curl up on the ground and dare not cry loudly, enduring everything pitifully.

The iron spoon used to cook the big pot of rice was so powerful, it hit the bones so painfully that people twitched all over, but Matsumoto Yukihiko didn't have anything else, most of them were skinny bones, so every hit hit him on the sore spot.If it wasn't for Ai Wen's sudden appearance to stop the squad leader, the Japanese boy would have died under the spoon before going to the battlefield.

When the chunky squad leader saw that the person pinching his wrist was the American doctor who was much taller than him, his arrogance disappeared instantly.After just a glance, he dared not look at the pair of blue eyes staring at him again, and hurried back to the kitchen, as if hiding from an evil spirit.

"Stand up and come back with me."

Yukihiko Matsumoto dared to raise his head only after hearing fluent Chinese, but this raised Ai Wen. His face, which was already tanned, was even more horrible at the moment, with tears and snot all over his face, and his forehead Somehow, a blood spot was knocked out in the center, and the wound on his leg had been split open, staining his fat military trousers red.

Ai Wen took out his handkerchief and wiped the boy's cat face clean, then carried him on his back and walked to his bedroom.Yukihiko Matsumoto trembled as if he was flattered, his arms as thin as firewood were tightly wrapped around the doctor's neck, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart that he would not have to go to the battlefield and be forced to kill.

"You son of a bitch! What a push! I can walk by myself!"

A Dongbei accent came from the other end abruptly. In an area full of Japanese, this voice is very noticeable.Ai Wen stopped immediately and stared at the Chinese youth in shock...

Qin Wu?

The Chinese soldiers wearing civilian clothes were detained by several Japanese military police all the way. When they were about to walk in front of Ai Wen, Qin Wu also noticed him.

"...Doctor!" Ivan's appearance is so special that almost everyone who sees him once can be impressed by him.Even after two years, Qin Wu still recognized him at a glance.

However, the American doctor just watched silently. Ai Wen was much alerter than this Chinese who spoke freely and did not bend his mind. He knew that the two could not recognize each other at this time, otherwise Qin Wu might be killed.

"Doctor, doctor! It's me! Qin..." Before he could finish speaking, the Japanese gendarme quickly covered his restless mouth with a piece of cloth, and kicked him before dragging him to the deep temporary detention facility.

Although Aiwen restrained the stupid behavior of going forward to save Qin Wu, this unexpected situation made him tremble uncontrollably, and all kinds of thoughts gathered in his mind in an instant. He even felt that Chen Yuchen was nearby, but it seemed that only Qin Wu was caught. Wu alone.

Yukihiko Matsumoto, who was behind his back, keenly felt that the doctor was abnormal. He looked at the few people who disappeared at the end of the corridor, his big black eyes rolled around, and finally lay on Ivan's back in silence.

Koji Ito had already left when he returned to the room.After putting the Japanese boy on the chair, he fetched the medical kit.The wound on the leg needs to be dealt with immediately. Ivan cut open his trousers to remove the bandage, disinfected the wound, removed stitches, stopped bleeding, disinfected again, and stitched up.No anesthesia was used during the whole process, and his thin body convulsed from the pain, but he insisted on not making a sound.

"What's the matter with your forehead?" Ivan asked after he bandaged him, pointing to his forehead.It is absolutely impossible to say that this place was beaten by someone, because a surgeon can tell the clue at a glance... This wound is more like a hard blow, and not only once, but several times.

Seeing his gesture, the boy immediately understood what the doctor meant, but he shook his head repeatedly and refused to say anything.

However, Ai Wen, who can tell by observing the injury, already knew it in his heart. He remembered the "dong dong" sound he heard when he threw Matsumoto Yukihiko out of the door in the morning.In connection with his wound, the sound could only be caused by the boy kneeling in front of the door and kowtowing.However, how could Ivan, who grew up in the United States, think of these at the time?

He sighed helplessly, and used tweezers to pick up medical cotton stained with iodophor to disinfect Matsumoto Yukihiko's forehead: "You can't kill people, you may be the only clean one among these people, the only Japanese soldier who has never killed a Chinese .If you're going to be an executioner at your age, I really don't know what your country is doing to you..."

Staring at the young man in front of him who couldn't understand what he was talking about, Aiwen suddenly realized a question that he hadn't thought about before... Why are these people so cruel and inhuman but they don't know it?

"Maybe one day you can understand my words, I hope one day you can understand what I said today." Ai Wen said it again in English and then in Chinese.

Yukihiko Matsumoto blinked and stared intently at the doctor's blue eyes. Although he couldn't understand the meaning, he forgot the tingling pain from the wound disinfection.

Ai Wen didn't know how long he could protect this young man, because once he had the chance to escape, he would not hesitate.He kept waiting, waiting for him to get closer and closer to the Chinese side, and Chen Yuchen.The moment I saw Qin Wu today, I became more determined in my mind.