"Fuck, I'm awake, I'm really awake, oh my god!!!"
The old Taoist looked at Xu Qinglang in surprise.
He just saw Xu Qinglang's fingers move.
Then, part of the body tilted.
"Lao Xu, wake up quickly and start your harem battle!"
The old Taoist shouted, trying to add fuel to the fire!
immediately,
Xu Qinglang's body twitched and he subconsciously turned sideways, retching under the bed.
The Taoist priest emptied the plastic basin that contained his dirty clothes and placed it under him. With his other hand, he stroked Xu Qinglang's back:
"It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up."
Xu Qinglang dry heaved for a long time but didn't spit out anything. If Zhou Ze was here, he would be able to see that it was because of the long-term coma that caused some of his body functions to fall into a semi-dormant state. This dry heaving phenomenon was a bit like starting a car that had been left in the snow for a long time and then starting to warm up again.
After all, Lao Xu was just in a coma, a kind of self-isolation caused by "mental illness", which had nothing to do with the so-called "vegetative state".
In fact, the possibility of most vegetative patients waking up is very low, and even if they wake up by chance, it is basically impossible for them to become like normal people. Most of them continue to be in a daze and cannot take care of themselves.
As for the kind of vegetative person who can still remember everything in the past and continue to be "high" and fall in love after waking up,
That kind of thing basically only happens in romance novels and TV dramas.
After vomiting for a while,
Xu Qinglang opened his eyes.
I glanced at the old Taoist priest and the little Lolita beside me.
Then he turned his head drowsily and fell asleep again.
This sleep is just a rest for the body, and the person is actually awake.
"Wait a minute, I'll make you some soup to nourish your body."
The old Taoist ran out happily.
The little girl glanced at Xu Qinglang, who was lying on the bed with his chest rising and falling slightly.
Pout,
Whispering softly:
"It's true that people from the same family stick together."
Lao Xu woke up, which was a happy thing. The old Taoist priest served him busily. After Lao Xu had something to drink and eat, he continued to sleep. The old Taoist priest finally had time to take a shower, changed into a clean Taoist robe, went downstairs and returned to his position at the bar.
A pot of old yellow wine, a pile of dried white Pu tea,
Put a newspaper in front of you.
From time to time, he would take a small sip of rice wine, pick up two pieces of tea and put them in his mouth, hum a little tune, read the tabloids, and imitate the boss, stealing a half day of leisure from his busy life.
The big potted plant was placed next to the Taoist priest to prevent mosquito bites. It was a treatment that only the boss could enjoy before, but now the Taoist priest can enjoy it too.
During the day, there are usually few customers, and the old Taoist sometimes sits here the whole day with nothing to do. But this time, just as he was getting into the mood, three people walked into the study.
The old Taoist shrugged helplessly and put on a smiling face.
"What would you like to drink, everyone?"
"A pot of Longjing."
The visitors were two young men and an old man who was older than the Taoist priest.
"Okay, sit over there and wait."
The old Taoist went to the back to make tea.
The two young men helped the old man to choose a seat not far from the bar and sat down.
The old man's face was covered with age spots. He was leaning on a cane and wearing a white ripped short-sleeved shirt. He sat down with the careful help of the people next to him.
Two young men sat opposite him, one took out a recorder and the other took out a notebook, ready to record something at any time.
"Hey, an interview?"
The old Taoist came over with the teapot and teacups, placed them one by one, and poured the tea.
"Yeah." One of the young men responded and pointed at the old man in front of him and said, "This is a veteran of the Anti-Japanese War."
"Oh, brother, I admire you!"
The old Taoist gave a thumbs up to the old man in front of him.
The old man sitting there just nodded reservedly. He had few teeth left and it seemed that he had difficulty speaking, and his hearing was not very good either.
To put it bluntly, at this age and in this condition, he really has one foot in the coffin.
The old Taoist felt sad and said directly: "In this case, I will treat you to tea today. I will also bring you some snacks."
"Thank you, boss." The two young men thanked the Taoist priest.
"You're welcome. It's my duty."
The Taoist priest, who was usually very stingy, was unusually generous this time. He went back to the bar, picked up a few plates of dried fruits, melon seeds, etc. and brought them over. After putting the plates on the counter, the Taoist priest did not walk far. He grabbed some melon seeds himself and leaned against the bar, eating them while listening.
The old Taoist was born in the first two years after the founding of the People's Republic of China and did not experience the war years, but that was his nature. He liked to listen to stories from hearsay.
In the early years, there were actually quite a few storytellers, but they gradually disappeared later on.
"Old man, let's get started now."
The young man asked.
The old man nodded.
And so the interview began.
The two young men should be reporters from a tabloid, and they are doing a column interviewing veterans of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression.
The first thing the old man said was,
This made the old Taoist excited.
Even though the old man spoke slowly and unclearly, his northern Shaanxi accent made him seem particularly friendly.
Oh shit,
Fellow countryman!
The old Taoist hesitated whether to give them something else. He would put the money into the bar himself. Public things are public, and one's own things are one's own. He would not secretly take advantage of Boss Zhou.
after all,
Boss Zhou is so poor.
Seeing the boss holding on to the silver coins last night,
The old Taoist felt a little pity.
What a deep obsession this must be.
The old man's interview continued. He spoke slowly but clearly.
It was like I had already rehearsed it in my mind. No, it should be because I must have faced such interviews many times. Slowly, I got used to how to say it.
"Because I served in the National Army, I felt ashamed for a long time. Gradually, I developed the habit of being quiet."
When the old man narrated this,
The young reporter immediately said, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Jia."
Another reporter picked up the teapot and poured the old man a cup of tea and brought it to him.
The old Taoist continued to eat melon seeds nearby, listening with great interest.
It is difficult to explain many things that happened in that era, but at least the social atmosphere now is progressing and correcting mistakes, and people's cognition is no longer as limited as before.
As long as they have shed blood for the country, we don't need to care about their identity or their personal morality. They themselves are worthy of respect.
"When I joined the army, I actually just wanted to have a full meal. I was young at that time, only 14 years old, and I didn't have much education, and I didn't understand any big principles. I only understood many principles later, and I realized that it was glorious for me to fight in the war.
After fighting and stumbling along the way, by 1945, the troops were stationed in Shaanxi.
At that time, I was in the 2nd Platoon, 3rd Company, 3rd Battalion, 90th Division, 30th Army, 1st Group Army. The commander was Hu Zongnan, the army commander was Lu Chongyi, the division commander was Wang Huimin, the regiment commander was Gao Shuxun, the company commander was Chen, and the platoon leader was Liu.
I remember it very clearly. I kept the unit number in mind. The superiors forced us to remember it, saying that even if we died in battle and went to hell, we could call on our old subordinates to continue fighting the Japanese.
Two reporters were patiently recording the stories nearby. These were reports that would be published in newspapers soon, with the aim of calling on society to care for and love these veterans of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, especially those from the National Army.
Just looking at the two reporters whose eyes were red,
I know that after this report is published, many people will cry because of it. Everyone will be moved by this veteran of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, but at the same time they will also curse...
The old Taoist frowned beside him.
That's not right.
In 1945, Gao Shuxun was the head of the regiment
How come the old Taoist himself remembers that Gao Shuxun was the army commander in 1940
Moreover, Gao was a veteran of Feng Yuxiang's Northwest Army. How could he go to work for Hu Zongnan
Look at this old man again.
oh,
I must have remembered it wrongly.
After all, I'm old.
That's normal.
The Taoist priest said nothing and continued to eat melon seeds.
"The troops moved to Hanzhong, Shaanxi, and then fought against the Japanese in Xi'an, Baqiao and Weinan.
I forgot the unit number of the Japanese army, but I remember that their guns were much better than ours. They used the Type 38 rifle, while our army used the Hubei rifle.
The battle was fierce, and our casualties were always higher than those of the Japanese. Because I was young at the time, my comrades took good care of me. Once when we were fighting the Japanese, an enemy shell hit my thigh. I didn’t feel any pain at the time, but blood flowed down my trouser legs and my shoes were full of blood. It was my comrades who saved me and took me to the field hospital to recover...
… … …
After we had defeated the Japanese, during the War of Liberation, our company commander led us in an uprising on the battlefield.
because,
Chinese people don’t fight Chinese people…”
One reporter was already wiping tears with a napkin.
Another reporter nearby choked up and said, "Chinese people don't fight against Chinese people. Well, that's very well said. I'm sorry for wronging you, Mr. Jia. All the hardships and grievances you've endured over the years will be rewarded.
This is our interview fee. Please accept it and improve your life.
The people of the motherland will not forget you, and society will not forget you either. We will help you publicize... "
“Wait, wait!!!”
The Taoist priest next to him couldn't stand it any longer, so he stepped forward, knocked hard on the table, and scolded:
"Aren't you guys talking nonsense?"
"Boss, what do you mean?" The young reporter frowned and looked at the boss.
The old Taoist didn't rush to deal with the two reporters. Instead, he pointed at the old man who had just finished his story and was accepting a thick stack of red envelopes and scolded him:
“It’s getting more and more outrageous!
One of the things that the older generation in Tongguan is most proud of is that no matter how hard the Japanese planes bombed, they never let the Japanese get across Fenglingdu!
You guys have fought in Baqiao and Weinan,
Fuck your grandma,
Go back and ask the Japanese if they could pass through Hangu Pass back then!"
After that,
The old Taoist pointed at the two young reporters who were still in the "Moving China" state:
"You two are out of your minds. You hired a liar to interview me and made me cry. Are your brains filled with mush?"