seance

Wang Mingyuan had a bandage on his neck, his arms were hanging, and he sat on the edge of Sun Li's hospital bed and pointed: "Did you have a brain problem? You don't even know that your leg is broken?"

Sun Li made an annoying expression and turned his head aside: "People like you have girlfriends."

"Are you envious? Are you jealous?" Wang Mingyuan showed off loudly for a while, but suddenly his momentum weakened again, "I don't know what she is doing now, is she worried about me?"

Sun Li glanced at him sideways and asked, "Have you delivered your letter?"

"When the officer who received the letter came yesterday, I handed it out," Wang Mingyuan hammered his leg with his intact hand, "I don't know when it will arrive."

Sun Li said impatiently: "You are really a mother-in-law."

"You bastard who has never experienced love," Wang Mingyuan cut out, watching the nurse come to change the dressing for Sun Li's injured leg, "Have you ever been in love? Tell the truth?"

Sun Li glanced at the nurse, then nailed him angrily.

When the gauze was torn off, both of them gasped. The wound was hideous and horrible. Fortunately, it was not easy to suppurate in winter, and the nurse cleaned it carefully.

"I fell asleep last night," Wang Mingyuan muttered softly, "I can still feel the bomb flying out of my hand, the heat of blood splashing on my face, and the sound of the bomb exploding. Sometimes the branches fall like hailstones."

"Stop talking." Sun Li looked at him with a frown, not knowing whether it was pain or cold.

"How many did you kill?"

"I said stop talking."

"I don't even remember." Wang Mingyuan seemed to be sleepwalking. "I don't remember now, but I remember in my dream. We are here to save those ghosts. Have you seen them?"

"Did you forget?" Sun Li stared at the top of the tent, "We buried their bodies."

Several people fell silent for a while. After changing the medicine, the nurse told him to press the button in his hand every once in a while, and someone would come to him for a follow-up visit.Sun Li thanked him very gently.

"Did you see the group of prisoners?" Wang Mingyuan put his hands on the edge of the bed. "Yesterday, when they were queuing up to pass by our army, someone from our team threw a B-type bomb into it."

"What did you say?" Sun Li looked at him in shock.

"Of course he has been arrested, but I can understand his mood. After all, we have been messed up like this now." Wang Mingyuan stretched his injured arm, "But they have already surrendered, of course they cannot surrender Throwing bombs at his troops, the man said his best friend died in the previous battle."

Sun Li was silent for a while, and said, "This is impossible."

"Yes," Wang Mingyuan nodded, "There is no way."

The person who came for follow-up visit was a woman from the ghost race, and it was obvious at a glance because her skin was morbidly pale.Her long hair was randomly curled up and tied around her head, and her clothes could only be described as "a piece of rag". Wang Mingyuan didn't know where to look.

"Is it injured by the magic of the demons? Let me see." The woman carefully observed the wound again, and said a series of terms that the two of them couldn't understand at all.

"There must be special herbs to be good." The woman came to a conclusion.

"Wait," Sun Li suddenly remembered something, and took out a crumpled flower from his pocket. It had withered due to the lack of water, but the pale yellow outline could still be seen, "Can you tell me what it is?" flowers?"

"Cold bell flower," the woman said after taking a look, "we always cook porridge with it, because it can live in winter, and my children used to like to put it on the windowsill..."

Seeing her sudden silence, the two of them seemed to understand that there was something unspeakable in it, so they asked her where she came from.

"Xianzhengu, who escaped with the clansmen, happened to meet you."

They must wish to tear the demons apart, Wang Mingyuan thought.

"Have you ever seen a demon with a finger-length scar on the left side of his face?" the woman asked hesitantly.

The two looked at each other for a while, shook their heads, and Wang Mingyuan said, "If we meet in the future, we will definitely avenge you..."

"No," the woman shook her head, "I bumped into him when my child and I were alone, and he gave us a pack of dry food."

Wang Mingyuan suspected that he was hallucinating: "What did you say?"

"A bag of dry food. We were starving to death at that time. He saw my child and said that he had a child who was about the same age and was also so weak and sick. Then he gave his dry food to the child." The woman packed up the things in her hands, without Looking up, "He said that after enlisting in the army, he would have a chance to earn enough money to feed his family. Now he still has rations, so..."

Sun Li asked softly, "Are you full afterward?"

The woman's movements froze for a moment, and she shook her head: "The dry food is given to the mature people, so that they have the ability to protect their clansmen. Bringing a weak child is a drag."

Wang Mingyuan thought that if it wasn't in the center of the missile, maybe the man could still leave a whole body, but he couldn't tell.Maybe his comrades killed him, maybe he killed his comrades and was captured, no matter what, no one will distribute food to him now.

"Thank you." Sun Li said as he retracted his injured leg, and the woman nodded to her and left.

"I heard that it will be pulled out again in a few days," Wang Mingyuan fiddled with the gauze on his arm, "You probably don't need to go, but I don't have to. The gauze will be removed in a few days..."

"Don't tell me what nonsense you're thinking about," Sun Li interrupted him solemnly, "You will be punished for committing suicide in battle."

"I know, I won't, what are you thinking?" Wang Mingyuan shook his head violently, "I'm just telling an objective fact. When I first joined the army, I didn't expect to go to war one day. At that time, I thought that being a soldier was a breeze."

Sun Li couldn't help complaining, "You've been a fool from the beginning."

"Take care of your legs!" Wang Mingyuan patted him on the shoulder, "I'll go back and show off to you after I win the battle. Also, have you taken a fancy to that nurse?"

"What did you say?"

"Look at the look in your eyes just now," Wang Mingyuan clicked his tongue, "I just asked if we have talked, you are so anxious."

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Wang Mingyuan pointed to the injured leg: "Seize the opportunity, brother."

"Dinner is here!" Someone yelled at the door, and a cart came in. The lunch boxes seemed to be stacked to the ceiling, and the miserable temporary ward suddenly became a little angry.

"Eat more," the person who delivered them watched them gobble them up, "we will set off in two days."