Chapter 313

"Lying trough, wake up, really wake up, Ma bang!!!"

Lao Dao looked at Xu Qinglang in surprise.

he had just seen Xu Qinglang's fingers move, and then he tilted a part of his body.

"Lao Xu, wake up quickly, and start fighting for hegemony in your harem!"

The old Taoist shouted, intending to add a fire!

then, Xu Qinglang had a convulsion. He unconsciously turned to his side and retched under the bed.

Lao Dao empties the plastic basin of his dirty clothes directly, puts the basin under him, and then touches Xu Qinglang's back with his other hand:

"it's good to wake up, it's good to wake up."

Xu Qinglang retched for a long time, but he didn't spit out anything. If Zhou Ze is here, it can be seen that it's because of the long-term coma that part of his body functions fall into a semi sleep state. This retching phenomenon is a bit like a car that has been put in ice and snow for a long time starting to preheat again.

After all, Lao Xu is just in a coma, which is a kind of self active closure caused by "heart disease", which is not connected with the so-called "vegetable people".

In fact, most of the vegetative people are very unlikely to wake up, and even if they are lucky enough to wake up, it is almost impossible to become normal people. Most of them are still in a state of ignorance and can't take care of themselves.

As for the kind of vegetative person who can still remember all the previous things and continue to "Hi" and fall in love,

that kind of thing can only happen in romance novels and TV plays.

After vomiting for a while,

Xu Qinglang opened his eyes,

looked at the old Taoist priest and little Laurie around him,

then fell asleep again.

This sleep is just the rest of the body. People, in fact, wake up.

"You wait, I'll get you some soup to drink and nourish you."

The old Taoist priest ran out happily,

little Laurie glanced at Xu Qinglang, who was lying on the bed with his chest constantly slightly undulating,

curled his mouth,

whispered:

"it's really not that one family doesn't come into one door."

Old Xu woke up. It's a happy thing. Old Xu was busy and waited on him. He let old Xu drink and eat something, and then he went to sleep. Finally, old Xu had time to take a bath, put on a clean robe, and went downstairs to return to his bar.

A pot of old yellow rice wine, a pile of white cattail dried tea,

put a newspaper in front of it,

sip a sip of yellow rice wine from time to time, pick up two dried tea leaves and throw them into your mouth, the little song hummed, the tabloid watched, and learned the boss, so that you could spend half a day in leisure.

The big potted plant was placed beside the Taoist priest. It was used to be the treatment enjoyed by the boss and the Taoist priest.

During the day, there are usually few guests. Sometimes Lao Dao sits here all day and has nothing to do. However, just this time, three people entered the study room.

The old Taoist shrugged helplessly and put on a smiling face,

"what can I drink, three people?"

"A pot of dragon well."

Here are two young people and an old man older than the old man.

"Well, sit there and wait."

Lao Dao has gone back to make tea.

Two young men helped the old man to choose a place not far from the bar and sat down.

The old man's face was covered with old man spots. He was leaning on crutches and wearing a white short sleeve with a hole. He sat down with the help of the nearby people.

Two young people sat opposite him, one took out a recording pen, the other took out a notebook, ready to record anything.

"Oh, the interview?"

Lao Dao came over with the teapot and cup, put them one by one and pour the tea.

"Well." One of the young men replied, pointing to the old man in front of him and saying, "this is a veteran of the Anti Japanese war."

"Oh, old brother, admire!"

The old man in front of the old road gave a thumbs up.

The old man sitting there just nodded his head with reserve. He had few teeth left. He seemed to be reluctant to speak, and his ears were not very good.

It's hard to say. At this age, half of the feet have been put into the coffin.

The Taoist priest was very sad and said directly, "in this case, I've invited you for this tea today. Three of you, I'll bring you some snacks."

"Thank you, boss." The young men thanked the old man.

"You're welcome. You should."

Usually, the old man, who is always haggard, is very generous this time. He goes back to the back of the bar and picks up some dried fruits, melons, seeds and other dishes and brings them here. After putting them on, the old man doesn't go far. He grabs some melon seeds and listens to them as he relies on the bar.

Lao Dao was born in the two years after the founding of the people's Republic of China. He did not go through the war years, but he was such a man who liked to hear stories by hearsay.In the early years, there were many storytellers, but later they gradually disappeared.

"Let's start now, old man."

Asked the young man.

The old man nodded.

So the interview began.

The two young people should be journalists from a small newspaper, and they are doing a column for interviewing veterans of the Anti Japanese war.

The first sentence that the old man said,

made the old man excited for a while,

only because the old man spoke slowly and vaguely, but the Northern Shaanxi accent made the old man really kind.

Damn it,

fellow villagers!

Lao Dao hesitates to send them some more things. He will put the money into the bar by himself. The things of the public are the public's, his own is himself, and he will not take advantage of boss Zhou secretly.

After all,

boss Zhou is so poor.

Looking at the boss holding the silver coin last night, the old Taoist priest was a little bit pitiful. What a deep obsession.

The old man's interview continued. He spoke slowly, but clearly.

It seems that I have practiced it in my mind. No, it should be a lot of interviews. Slowly, I'm used to it.

"Because I have been a member of the national army, I have been unable to raise my head for a long time. Slowly, I have developed the habit of being reticent."

When the old man narrated here, the young reporter immediately said, "hard work, Mr. Jia."

Another reporter picked up a teapot to renew a cup of tea for the old man and sent it to him.

Lao Dao continued to eat melon seeds and listened with interest.

Many things in that era are hard to explain clearly, but at least the current social atmosphere is improving and correcting mistakes, and people's cognition is no longer as limited as before.

As long as the people who flow blood for the country, in fact, do not care about their identity, and do not have to worry about any private morality, they are already worthy of respect.

"I joined the army in order to have a full meal. I was only 14 years old when I joined the army. I didn't have any culture or understand any major principles. Many of them were learned later. I was very proud when I fought.

In 45 years, the troops were stationed in Shaanxi.

I was in the 2nd platoon, 3rd Battalion, 3rd company, 3rd Battalion, 90th division of the 1st group army, commander Hu zongnan, commander Lu Chongyi, commander Wang Huimin, commander Gao Shuxun, company commander Chen and platoon leader Liu.

I remember it very clearly. I have been remembering the number of the army at that time. At that time, the people above forced us to remember. They said that even if we died in the war, after we went to hell, we would welcome the old Department to continue to play ghosts below. "

The two reporters recorded patiently that these reports will be published in the newspaper in the near future, in order to call for the care and love of the society for these veterans of the Anti Japanese War, especially the national army.

Just look at the situation of the two reporters whose eyes have turned red.

I know that after this report is published, many people will cry because of this report. Everyone will be moved by this veteran of the Anti Japanese War and scold

Lao Dao frowned beside him,

No,

was Gao Shuxun the leader in 45 years?

How can Lao Dao remember that Gao Shuxun was commander of the army 40 years ago?

And Gao is an old general of Feng Yuxiang's northwest military department. How can he run to be the hand of Hu zongnan?

Look at this old man again.

Oh,

it should be a mistake. After all,

is old, and

is normal.

Lao Dao didn't say anything. He continued to eat melon seeds.

"The troops moved to Hanzhong, Shaanxi Province, and then fought with the ghosts in Baqiao and Weinan, Xi'an.

I forgot the number of our troops. I only remember that their guns are much better than ours. They use the 38th movement. Our troops use the Hubei strip.

The battle is fierce. We have more casualties than ghosts. Because I was young at that time, my comrades in arms took good care of me. When I was fighting with a ghost, the enemy's cannonball exploded on my thigh. I didn't know that it hurt at that time. It bled all over my pants and legs. My shoes were full of blood. My comrades in arms helped me to the field hospital to get injured

………………

After the ghosts finished fighting, during the war of liberation, our company commander led us to revolt.

Because,

the Chinese don't hit the Chinese

A reporter has been wiping tears with a napkin, while another reporter beside the

is choking: "the Chinese don't hit the Chinese, well, it's good to say that they have wronged you, Mr. Jia. Over the years, what you have suffered and suffered will be rewarded.

This is our reward for this interview. Please accept it and improve your life.The people of the motherland will not forget you, nor will the society forget you. We will help you publicize... "

"Wait, wait!!!"

The old way on the edge couldn't hear any more. He came up to the table immediately, knocked hard on the table, and shouted:

"aren't you talking nonsense!"

"What do you mean, boss?" The young reporter frowned at the boss.

Lao Dao didn't worry about financial management. Instead, he pointed to the old man who was just telling the story and was taking away the thick red packet and said: "br >

" the more you talk about it, the more you talk about it!

One of the proudest things of the old generation in Tongguan is that no matter how the plane is bombed, the devil has not been allowed to cross Fenglingdu!

You fucking fought in Weinan, Baqiao.

fuck your grandma.

go back and ask little Japan if they passed Hangu pass at that time! "

After that,

Lao Dao points to the young journalists who are still in the state of "moving China":

"are you two in the water? Invite a swindler to interview, and you are still crying. Are you all in the mud?"