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"Um...who are you? Where is this?"
Gu Zuozuo looked displeased and pressed down on his struggling body with her slender white fingertips.
"I used so many good medicines to save your life, what are you doing moving around so recklessly? Don't you want to live?"
Ma Jingjun plopped back down on the bed, his large, thin eyes staring intently at the unfamiliar girl in front of him, filled with wariness.
Gu Zuozuo let out a "hey!" and mischievously pressed a certain acupoint on him, successfully turning the man's face ashen once again.
Watching his face constantly shift between red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple with amusement, Gu Zuozuo chuckled.
Do you know where you are right now?
Ma Jingjun remained silent, closed his eyes, and gave a resolute look that said he wouldn't answer any questions, determined to play dead.
Gu Zuozuo touched her chin; the man's expression was exactly the same as those of people captured in war dramas.
He looked like he wouldn't say a word no matter what.
Determined and earnest.
Gu Zuozuo suddenly lost the urge to tease him and raised the small notebook that had appeared in her hand at some point.
"Soldier, you should call me commander."
Ma Jingjun looked at her as if she were an idiot, his big eyes scanning back and forth between her and the little notebook. He snorted, closed his eyes, and ignored her.
I still want to fool him, as if he can't read.
Gu Zuozuo's long eyelashes fluttered as she looked at the green notebook in her hand, wondering why it wasn't working.
[Host, his rank is not high enough, or perhaps he is high enough but unaware that the title exists.]
"Cough~"
With a dry cough, Gu Zuo tossed the notebook into her spatial storage with a flick of her left hand.
There's no need to take out things that are no longer usable.
"Your surname is Ma, what's your given name?"
Ma Jingjun suddenly opened his eyes, a fierce glint flashing across his amber pupils.
"Who are you? How do you know my last name?"
Despite his weakness, Ma Jingjun clenched his fists tightly. Even if he couldn't kill the person in front of him, who was neither friend nor foe, he could kill himself to prevent these forces from figuring out the plans of the forces behind him.
"This is Malutun. I am an educated youth sent to the countryside. I know you because Grandma Ma showed me your photo. Also, you and your nephew Ma Liang look about four-tenths alike."
Gu Zuozuo was helpless. She really couldn't understand this man's thought process. She didn't know what he was imagining. His expression was so interesting that she couldn't bear to look at him.
She was afraid that if she continued to ramble on, the man would pin her down on the cot; hadn't you seen his hand almost touching the silver needles?
They really aren't afraid of death.
Upon hearing this, Ma Jingjun, who was gathering his strength to fight to the death, froze on the spot, seemingly unable to move.
"This...this...this is...China?"
The man, who had just been preparing to die a heroic death, suddenly began to doubt, then his voice became hoarse, slowly turning into a sob, and even his eyes began to slowly turn bloodshot.
He wasn't asking about Malutun, but about China.
Gu Zuozuo nodded and pointed to the surrounding environment.
"Doesn't this look familiar? You don't see these features abroad."
It was only at this moment that Ma Jingjun noticed his surroundings.
The familiar newspaper wall, the large kang (heated brick bed), the kang cabinet, the wardrobe, the large green peony on the bright red thermos...
Even though he couldn't move, Ma Jingjun's eyes still looked at the unfamiliar yet familiar surroundings with an almost greedy longing.
He couldn't hold back the sobs in his throat, and hoarse whimpers escaped from his pale lips.
"I...I'm back...I'm really...back?"
Why does he always have this unbelievable, superficial feeling?
Betrayed and imprisoned.
Over the years, what kind of torture and torment hasn't he endured?
But he never gave up; he wanted to return to his country.
That poor and wounded homeland, where his comrades-in-arms and the family he protected with his life were.
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