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During those days, Fugui finally got rid of the unbearable loneliness. Although he couldn't appreciate music, the gentle and gentle melody still helped him pass on the boring loneliness.

Until one day, Yang Jing helped Fugui get injected with the fluid, quietly looked at Fugui and asked, "What's wrong with you these two days? I feel like you are in a little wrong."

Fugui looked at her clear eyes, sighing at her keen observation, but he didn't want others to see through his thoughts, nor did he like to talk to others, especially the girls such as Yang Jing and the others. He smiled concealedly and said, "No, how could he be in a bad mood."

Yang Jing stopped talking and just looked at him quietly, as if she wanted to find something from his expression, but in the end she shook her head and said, "It's really hard for people to understand. It seems that she always likes to hide herself and prevent others from understanding you."

Fugui was a little embarrassed by her eyes, and she avoided her eyes in panic. She looked at the bouquet of flowers on the windowsill behind her. The window was not closed tightly. A cool breeze gently swung the white curtains. A ray of sunlight shone in through the gaps in the curtains. The bouquet of flowers shone with crystal bright spots under the sunlight.

Yang Jing sighed softly, bent down to pick up the bandages and cotton pads, and then raised her head and looked at Fugui angrily: "You, you have different personalities from your comrades. They all like to say everything in their hearts, but you are so deep, and you don't know how many secrets you have in your heart."

Fugui was not good at talking, but she complained about it, and she didn't know what to say. She just pretended not to hear it, but still looked at the bouquet of flowers intently.

Yang Jing sighed softly, sat beside Fugui's bed, turning his head away from looking at him.

Fugui thought she would go out after packing up her things, but she didn't expect that she would sit down by the bed. He quickly shrank his legs, but Yang Jing noticed this subtle movement. She turned around and looked at Fugui, and after a long time, she said softly: "Fugui, I want to ask you something, can you tell me?"

Fugui was stunned for a moment, looked at her and nodded: "What's the problem?"

Yang Jing hesitated for a while, and his bright eyes moved away from Fugui and looked at the ceiling. It seemed that there was something difficult to say: "Um..." But after "Um" for a long time, he didn't say it.

At that moment, Fugui suddenly understood what she wanted to ask. He was a little anxious. He was afraid that Yang Jing would ask the topic that embarrassing him. He lowered his head and did not dare to look at Yang Jing again.

"You..." Yang Jing finally spoke. She looked at Fugui with a smile in her eyes: "Will you be afraid when you perform a mission?"

Fugui let out a sigh of relief, as if suddenly removing a huge rock pressing on his heart, as comfortable as he smiled. He said, "Of course I'll be afraid. Really, there is only one life in a human being, and no one wants to sacrifice himself. Especially before starting the mission, it is a kind of psychological fear. However, when you see those evil bullets shot by your side, especially on your comrades, a kind of heroism bursts out from your heart, and those fears will gradually disappear, and then from

A courage to move forward until the opponent was completely eliminated." Fugui suddenly felt an extremely proud feeling. He paused for a moment, stabilized his emotions and said: "From the day I came to the special forces, I knew that I could not live without the special forces. There was a passion there, and that passion was something that a man had never experienced before. It was full of temptation for me. Even when facing death, I would not leave this kind of military life. Because of my dreams and my youth remained there."

Yang Jing's eyes silently flew across the bandages on Fugui's body and said with praise: "You are so good, no wonder many people admire you so much. To be honest," she raised her head slightly and said in a fascination: "If I were a man, I would go to the special forces team and fight side by side with you, even if I keep my life there forever."

Fugui looked at her eyes and felt a sourness. Everyone yearned for heroes. There was a heroic complex from the bottom of his heart. However, how many people knew that it would cost a price, or even the price of life! If they knew that their sacrificed comrades left their young life forever in that hot land, would they still think so if they saw their relatives' tears in their eyes?

There was a quarrel outside. Yang Jing stood up and helped Fugui clean the bedding and said, "It must be your comrade-in-arms again. I really can't do anything about him. You have a good rest, I'll go out to take a look." When he walked to the door, he turned around and looked at Fugui and said, "I forgot to tell you a good news. The doctor said, you can be transferred from the emergency ward in two days."

"My comrade?" Fugui turned off the tape recorder and pricked up his ears to listen to the noise outside, but the noise was too far from the emergency ward and could not be heard clearly.

Fugui simply stopped listening. He stared at the bright bouquet of flowers blankly, as if he could smell the intoxicating fragrance of flowers. The sadness of twenty days was suddenly completely dispelled by Yang Jing's last words: I can finally walk out of this lonely ward!

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Fugui leaned on the bed and quietly lifted up the gauze on his left shoulder. The wound was scarred and itchy. He pressed it gently. The blood leaching from the white gauze was like a blooming rose. A burst of pain almost made him shed tears. He wanted to see the scar on his chest, but now he was in a state of turmoil. He slowly moved his body, and the wound on his legs still hurt slightly.

"I always thought that human life was fragile, but sometimes life became extremely strong." He was immersed in an inexplicable excitement at this moment, and couldn't help but say the most classic sentence he had grown up, not only secretly being proud of himself.

What about the comrades? Have they recovered?

Fugui picked up the towel on the head of the bed. The towel was soaked by Yang Jing every day. It was so cool on his face. He calmed down and slowly pondered Yang Jing's words just now: "It must be your comrade-in-arms again, and there is no way to deal with him..."

Who is that comrade? Fugui was lying on the bed and counting his comrades: Jin Hui? It shouldn't be that this kid has always claimed to be the most elegant man in the world. He quarreled with people in front of so many people in the hospital, and he wouldn't do it even if he killed him. Although Jiao Ji had a bad temper, he was a new recruit after all, not a real special forces member, so he shouldn't have the courage. Although Cao Minghua's training scores were excellent, he was always shy like a big girl, so he would definitely not do such things. So, are there other comrades injured?

Fugui couldn't figure it out. He counted his comrades in detail. Although they didn't have a good temper, they would only have three or four people to make noise in front of so many people. Who would this person be?

Fugui had no idea at all, and suddenly saw the small button on the head of the bed. Yang Jing seemed to have said that he would press it when needed and the nurse would come soon.

"Just ask Yang Jing. Although it is not an emergency, it is still not good for me to rest if I can't figure it out." Fugui secretly found a far-fetched reason for himself. He looked at his left arm, and the blood on the gauze had not dried yet: "If she complained, I would say that the wound was bleeding." He reached out and pressed it.

Sure enough, Yang Jing, who had always been whispering and whispering slowly, rushed in hurriedly, and rushed to Fugui's bed without even closing the door, with a look of concern: "What's wrong? Why don't you feel uncomfortable?"

Fugui looked at her concerned gaze and felt a little embarrassed, pointing to his left arm and said, "It's nothing big, there's bleeding here...."

"Oh." Yang Jing let out a sigh of relief. When she came about, she was very busy. She didn't wear a mask. The nervous expression on her face also eased: "It's okay, I'll help you reband it." After that, she gently lifted off the old gauze, took out a cotton ball from the plate and said: "I'll disinfect you with alcohol. It may hurt a little, so you can bear it."

Although she tried her best to be careful, Fugui still felt a tingling pain and couldn't help but tremble. Yang Jing also felt it, and she smiled apologetically: "It's almost done."

She was so focused on changing the medicine, but Fugui felt that she couldn't ask anymore. Until she changed the gauze, she picked up a banana from the table, peeled it and handed it to Fugui: "Bananas are emotional regulation, you can eat more fruit."

Fugui took it and took a few bites, plucked up the courage to look at Yang Jing and asked, "Yang Jing, I want to ask a question, our comrades are hospitalized here? How are they injured? And... Who was making a noise outside just now?"

Yang Jing looked at Fugui and smiled slightly: "I have come in and I know from your eyes that you have something to do. You can still hold it in. Is it that difficult to ask a question? And you also make yourself bleeding from the wound?"

Fugui smiled awkwardly: "No, it was because I accidentally bleeded just now." After that, he looked at Yang Jing and begged: "You haven't answered me yet, just tell me."

Yang Jing cleaned the gauze he changed and said, "I know Xiaoyu, who was noisy just now. The other ones who helped him call him Yang Aiguo and Jiao Ji." After that, he stood up and looked at Fugui, shook his head and said, "I have no impression of these two, I don't seem to have seen them. You comrades have a good relationship. They clamor to come to see you every day, and they even said that they would smash the hospital if they don't see you." After that, he smiled slightly: "The other three are relatively mildly injured, one is Cao Minghua, Du Lei and Cheng Chun."

Xiaoyu, Yang Aiguo! Fugui felt the blood in his body rushing in an instant, and suddenly remembered that in front of Liangzi's tomb, the dozen hands tightly held together. Although they came from different places, the two words "comrades-in-arms" had closely linked their youth and destiny!

Fugui's eyes were wet. From the time they put on his military uniform and from the time they called each other comrades, their blood melted together!

After a long time, he bit his lips and controlled his emotions, looked at Yang Jing and asked, "How was Xiaoyu and they injured?"

Yang Jing seemed to be infected by Fugui's emotions. A tear flashed through her clear eyes: "They are seriously injured, but they are not in danger of life. They have moved out of the emergency room a few days ago."

Fugui's heart finally relaxed, and he let out a sigh of relief. He knew that what Yang Jing said was moving out of the emergency room, which meant that they were out of danger of life, just like him.

Yang Jing looked at Fugui quietly and said, "I shouldn't have told you this. Excessive excitement will not heal your wounds, but the friendship between your comrades is really touching. Now that you are well, you should feel relieved if your comrades are fine. You should cooperate with our treatment in the future. Fortunately, you can also leave the emergency room in two days. You can rest well, okay?"

Seeing Fugui nodding slightly, a sweet smile appeared on her face.


Chapter completed!