"I told you not to leave the ward right now. Doctor Li will be examining you soon. It would be bad to come back empty-handed."
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Bi Yue, a smile on her face and clutching a large red silk scarf, went from complaining about the word "college students" to wondering if their arrival wouldn't disrupt the hospital's order. Would it really not affect the treatment of the war heroes? She heard someone calling her name!
"Bi Yue?"
Bi Yue didn't hear the first sentence clearly, and felt a little confused, with a look of doubt on her face.
She was standing in the back row, with about ten classmates in front of her. It wasn't that she was reluctant, but she didn't know what to say when she entered the room. Should she say, "Hero, give me an autograph?"
Bi Yue, who was about to follow the example of other students and enter the ward one after another, tiptoed and looked at the hero on the bed in the corner who was wrapped so tightly that his body could not be seen.
Who is it?
"Bi Yue! Come here!"
Junhui's voice became louder. There were ten patients in this room. He was a high-ranking official and could afford to live in a single room like Chu Yifeng, but he didn't get any special treatment.
It was said that he was afraid of being lonely and wanted to chat, but in reality, only he knew the truth.
In the middle of the night, Junhui was afraid of dreaming about the brothers who had fallen and never returned. He stayed with them, as if no one had ever left.
Naturally, as soon as Junhui spoke, and called Bi Yue in a loud voice, the room was silent for a moment. The other soldiers looked towards the door, and the classmate in front of Bi Yue immediately made way for Bi Yue to lead inside.
Bi Yue blushed slightly. Who was this person? She clearly knew a soldier who was limping in Room 204 upstairs!
She didn't care about being shy, nor did she have the selfish desire to be in the camera. Curiosity drove Bi Yue to behave calmly and stand at the bed in the corner.
Junhui waved to Bi Yue.
Bi Yue bent down and half-knelt in front of Junhui, opening her eyes wide to identify him carefully.
The two said in unison:
"Who are you?"
"Did you recognize me?" Junhui smiled, showing his big white teeth.
...What did you recognize? Wrapped up like a dumpling, only his eyes and teeth were visible, and even his nose was wrapped in white gauze! He looked so miserable. This was the worst possible disfigurement. His right arm was still bound with two boards. From a distance, it looked completely covered in white gauze, like a mummy.
Bi Yue: “Ah.” Neither admitted nor denied.
Junhui sighed, "I, Junhui!"
…Bi Yue began to fall into reminiscence mode. After three or five seconds, she smiled:
"It's you?! So you went to the front line too."
Junhui extended his left hand: "Hello, Bi Yue, nice to meet you again."
As soon as the two people greeted each other, Bi Yue turned to look at Jiang Shan, who was fighting hard to join the party.
It's like catching a soldier and asking for his address so that you can write a letter to him.
But as students asked more and more questions from the front line, the ward went from being bustling to silent.
When Bi Yue looked back again, she lowered her head and caught Junhui looking sideways towards the bed, with a light in his eyes.
The third company commander, who was being interviewed, said, "There's no need to write to us. The real heroes are those heroic souls."
My heart changed in an instant...
Bi Yue asked Junhui: "Do you have the addresses of those martyrs? I want to write to them." Not for the sake of stealing the spotlight, but just wanting to do something, Bi Yue whispered and looked into Junhui's eyes seriously.
She thought that she was more qualified than anyone else to write letters to those heroes because she could tell them what the motherland would look like in the future, twenty or thirty years from now.
There are squares where peace doves are released, there are so many cars that there are no parking spaces in the parking lots, and high-rise buildings are rising from the ground. When buying things abroad, the sales clerks at foreign counters all know: Chinese tourists and wealthy people are here!
There was no wiping of tears like other college students, no passionate impulse like male classmates, and no admiring eyes. Bi Yue just said this to Junhui quietly and very low-key.
Junhui rubbed his eyelids with his uninjured left hand and smiled again, revealing his big white teeth: "Burn it for them to see. Do you want the address?"
"I'm afraid I'll send it to the wrong person, which would be a waste of time and the secret would be leaked." Bi Yue stood in a corner, smiled sweetly, and replied half-truthfully.
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In Ward 204 upstairs, Chu Yifeng sat in a wheelchair, watching the snowflakes falling outside the window, waiting with bated breath.
When he just returned to the ward, he thought that no matter what the reason was, she had already come to the hospital, and Bi Yue would definitely come upstairs to see him.
As time passed, Chu Yifeng grew angry. Even if it was just a favor, he should have gone upstairs, right?
He admitted that he was reckless last time. He didn't care whether she knew his feelings before or not. He should repeat it now, okay?!
Okay! Okay! He can also stop talking about ******** for now. He's still her Big Brother Chu, right?!
Wang Jianan looked at his brother-in-law sitting in a wheelchair with his fists clenched. He felt that the atmosphere was not very harmonious. His brother-in-law had been very unlucky recently and often encountered embarrassing situations.
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