Doctor Lin walked quickly into Zhou Ze's room. This time, she was sure that there was something wrong with this courtyard, because there were only three people in the courtyard before, herself, Zhou Ze and the old man. Now, there were suddenly a large group of people in the old man's room next door, drinking and chatting so lively at night. How was it possible
Moreover, what they said was obviously meaningful.
"Aze, there's something wrong with this yard. Let's go."
Zhou Ze put down his phone and yawned. To be honest, he was really tired, but he couldn't sleep without Yingying by his side. The most painful thing was not being able to fall asleep when he needed sleep both physically and mentally.
"In the next room, I just heard a lot of people talking."
Dr. Lin continued.
"It's okay. It's okay."
Zhou Ze waved his hand.
"You were frightened yesterday. Just rest for a few days and you'll be fine."
In fact, after close contact with ghosts, living people will inevitably be affected, a bit like being infected by some similar magnetic field, and will be able to see and hear things that are normally invisible. After a while, when the magnetic field dissipates, everything will be fine.
Cow's tears have a similar effect.
Doctor Lin picked up the towel and helped Zhou Ze wipe his body. Zhou Ze really enjoyed it, but judging from his technique, Doctor Lin's service skills were indeed not as good as Yingying's.
After wiping, Dr. Lin put down the towel, bit his lip, and said:
"I heard you right. If you know what's going on and want me to stop thinking about it, I can stop thinking about it."
Zhou Ze nodded.
Dr. Lin said nothing more, took off his coat, and lay down on the bed, but on his side with his arm resting on his head.
From Zhou Ze's position, he could only see her back. Her slim yet voluptuous curves were very attractive.
In fact, women look better with a little flesh like this.
Zhou Ze continued to scroll through his phone. He couldn't sleep and was bored anyway, so he could only blame the Taoist priest. If the Taoist priest was here now, with the help of the monkey, he would be able to recover faster from his injuries.
The old man's ointment is indeed effective. The wound still feels a little cool, but it is still far inferior to the monkey's mud.
Doctor Lin's breathing gradually became steady, and it was unclear whether he was asleep or not.
But slowly, the noises from next door started to get louder and louder, including the sound of drinking games, boasting, and even a man singing Huangmei Opera at the top of his lungs.
It feels like someone has placed ten TVs next door playing different programs.
Zhou Ze saw Dr. Lin's body tense up and he subconsciously covered his ears with one hand.
She wasn't asleep.
And it was indeed too difficult for her to sleep soundly while having a bunch of those things as neighbors.
Zhou Ze knocked on the wooden board beside the bed with the corner of his phone and scolded:
"It's late at night, please have some manners and don't disturb others' rest."
After Zhou Ze shouted, the noise over there suddenly became quiet.
Zhou Ze continued to play with his phone.
I don’t know how long I played, but the phone was always connected to the charging cable, so I wasn’t worried about running out of battery. It was the second half of the night, around two in the morning.
Zhou Ze couldn't help it.
In fact, he thought about it during the day.
I have been holding it in until now.
He looked at Dr. Lin who was still lying on his side beside him, stretched out his hands to support the edge of the bed, ready to stand up. However, his injuries were quite severe, and Zhou Ze was unable to support himself, and lay back down with a "creak".
Doctor Lin turned around, looked at Zhou Ze, and asked directly:
"You want to go to the bathroom?"
Zhou Ze nodded.
Doctor Lin helped Zhou Ze out of bed and walked out of the room together.
There is no toilet in the courtyard room. There is a toilet located diagonally opposite, which is a separate small room, the kind of earthen toilet in the countryside, with a wooden frame on top for people to sit on, and a pit or a large vat underneath.
In fact, the old man does not seem to be short of money. He probably has a considerable monthly allowance. Moreover, Dr. Lin was once invited to visit the old man’s collection room, where there were many very good collections. If you take out one or two of them and sell them outside, you could easily buy a house.
When Zhou Ze was holding the wall with one hand and preparing to unbuckle his belt with the other hand, Dr. Lin reached out and helped Zhou Ze unbuckle his belt.
This surprised Zhou Ze a little. At this moment, Dr. Lin was really like a wife taking care of her sick husband. Everything was so natural, without the slightest bit of pretentiousness.
Zhou Ze just let it go and slowly closed his eyes, waiting for his water pipe to be taken out by a pair of soft hands. Then he just needed to open the gate to release the water. After it was over, he would probably have his water pipe held and shaken.
However,
Just then,
A very unfriendly voice came.
"Do you need help?"
It's the old man's voice.
The old man got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet.
Doctor Lin had just squatted down to unbuckle Zhou Ze's belt. Upon hearing this, he raised his head and looked at Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze wanted to shout "keep going" or "don't stop".
But he still gritted his teeth and pretended to be calm and said, "Let him come."
Doctor Lin looked at Zhou Ze with some worry.
"He can't push me into the pit, can he?" Zhou Ze smiled, "I know what I'm doing."
Dr. Lin nodded and walked out of the bathroom, and the old man walked in.
"It's a coincidence. As I get older, I can't sleep well at night. I often get up at night. That thing has problems. I can't compare to you young people who always have frequent urination and can't urinate completely."
With the help of the old man, Zhou Ze finished. The old man held Zhou Ze with his arms and turned his back to him. This allowed Zhou Ze to free his hands to turn on the faucet by himself, thus avoiding embarrassment.
The old man helped Zhou Ze out of the toilet, and Dr. Lin was waiting outside, ready to take Zhou Ze over.
Zhou Ze shook his head. "You go back and rest first. I'll go to the old gentleman's room to talk."
The old man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but he still nodded and said, "Yes."
This old man is very similar to the old Taoist priest. They both speak in different dialects. The old Taoist priest traveled all over the country when he was young. The old man is probably the same. He has been fighting in the army since he was very young, so his accent naturally becomes mixed.
Entering the old man's room, the room was a little small because there was a large black curtain dividing the room into two halves.
Zhou Ze only saw the old man's bed and a coffee table, which were the only places to put these things.
The old man settled Zhou Ze on the bed and made him a pot of herbal tea.
"Lift the curtain and let me see." Zhou Ze said.
"There's nothing good to see. It's not suitable to watch this at night."
"I want to see it." Zhou Ze insisted.
"Okay, if you want to see it, I'll show it to you. Actually, it's nothing shameful."
The old man seemed to be interested as well. He stood up, walked to the black curtain, and then pulled it open with force.
This action is a bit like the action of the flag bearer raising the national flag in Tiananmen Square.
The curtains were drawn aside,
Inside was a high platform with six steps rising in sequence, and on the platform were many memorial tablets.
There is also a table under the shelf, on which are placed offerings such as old rice wine and bacon, and two incense sticks are burning.
“It’s really lively.”
Zhou Ze said.
The old man was very excited. He rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "I don't know why, but I just like you."
You have said this many times today.
"I just want you to come to my house and stay for a while."
The old man picked up the rice wine on the altar, took a sip, smacked his lips, and became more and more excited. He pointed at the tablet on the shelf and said:
"Come, let me introduce you.
This is our Captain Chen. I was still young at that time, so I just followed everyone else and called him Captain Chen. I didn’t know his full name. He died in 1945 and was hit by the Japanese mountain artillery. His body was not even collected. It was a pity that the Japanese surrendered that year and he didn’t see it.
These are Wang Gouzi, Zhao Sanquan, and Wuwazi. They were in the same class as me. They died when we were advancing into the Dabie Mountains. Our regiment was responsible for covering the rear and blocking the enemy.
These are Zhou Zhou, Sun Decai, and Qin Liangyou. They died in the Battle of Huai'an. That battle was, wow, so brutal.
This is Zhao Peng, Sun Zhigang, Zhai Dazhuang, Ge Shufeng... They died in North Korea. Did you know about the American gasoline bombs? When I went out to look for them, they were all roasted. Damn, even now I can still remember the smell of roasted human flesh. It made me not dare to eat meat for the next ten years. Of course, it was not so easy to eat meat at that time.
This is Zhu Houquan, this is…”
The old man said many names in one breath, including where these people died, whether they were in the same class or company with him, etc. He said it all in detail, which means that he has always kept the information of these dead comrades in his heart and has never forgotten it.
Zhou Ze sat beside the bed.
Nodding constantly,
I feel a little embarrassed because I am injured and cannot get up.
In fact, Zhou Ze could see what the old man couldn't see. He couldn't see that the room was actually filled with people.
Everyone was either sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall, sitting at the table with offerings, picking their ears, reading a book, or dozing off.
Whenever the old man introduced a person's name,
The man would raise his head, look at Zhou Ze, and smile innocently, as if they had met and knew each other.
Zhou Ze also responded with a smile and nodded.
After the old man finished his introduction, his voice seemed a little hoarse. He picked up the rice wine on the table and took another sip.
"It's great. How about it, young man? Are you scared
Let me tell you, with our current situation, even a ghost wouldn't dare to enter this door!"
“… …” Zhou Ze.
The old man let out a long sigh and said, "Young man, I really like you!"
“… …” Zhou Ze.
"I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. Just like what I said during the day, I never flinched in battles. I always charged to the front, but I just couldn't die. My comrades kept falling down around me. Sometimes, after a battle, I was the only one left in the whole class.
I don’t understand why I can’t die and have lived to this day, and I’m still living a good life. I can make money just by dealing in antiques.”
"A life of wealth and honor."
Zhou Ze said.
This is a truly rich life. If the old man hadn't joined the army, but had gone into business or done something else, he would definitely have been able to rise to prominence and become successful.
"Hehe, screw your rich life, I've seen it all, my comrades died one by one, but I didn't die, it was God who kept me alive to give them a home, so that after they died, they can have a place to gather together.
In the past, I couldn’t afford to drink alcohol or eat meat. Now that conditions are better, I can eat meat, drink alcohol, and sleep well without worrying about marching the next day. This is the purpose of my life.”
Zhou Ze looked at the old man and said nothing.
Zhou Ze also looked at the crowded place. To be honest, this was the first time that Boss Zhou didn't look at these ghosts with the eyes of performance.
“Don’t be afraid of you laughing at me, but I’ve gotten older in recent years and I can’t sleep well, so I drink some rice wine every night before going to bed.
Hey,
This really works.
Every night after falling asleep,
I can still dream of my former comrades, sitting together at the table, drinking, eating, and chatting.
Don't mention how happy it is.
It’s like they really all live in my house!”