He Xiaoping was changing Wang Zhong's dressing. The injuries on his arms and calves had almost recovered, and the wounds were almost healed. However, the bones of his right arm were also affected and needed to rest for a while before they could heal.

Then there is the thigh injury, which is the most serious and recovers the slowest.

Wang Zhong didn't feel embarrassed when he saw He Xiaoping who had taken off her pants and was carefully wrapping gauze.

The injured man lying next to Wang Zhong with two broken legs suddenly asked, "Company Commander, I heard that the cultural troupe is coming over to perform a condolence performance tonight, will you go and see it?"

This was a soldier in Wang Zhong's company. He was not as lucky as Wang Zhong. His leg was directly blown off by the enemy's mortar and he almost lost his life.

"Condolence performance?" Wang Zhong looked at He Xiaoping doubtfully.

"Yes!" He Xiaoping nodded in agreement, still carefully wrapping gauze on Wang Zhong's leg, but there was no reaction.

"Go, why don't you go!" Wang Chong said with a smile.

"Where the company commander goes, I will go too!"

"Xiaoping, let's go see him together tonight?" Wang Zhong invited He Xiaoping.

"This condolences performance is to express condolences to you fighting heroes. I am not a fighting hero!" The gauze has been wrapped, and He Xiaoping said while helping Wang Zhong put on his pants.

"Those who charge at the front line are heroes, those who take care of our wounded in the back, and those who save lives and heal the wounded are also heroes. We just have different divisions of labor," Wang Zhong said.

"The company commander is right!" Wang Zhong's words were directly recognized by the wounded next to him. "Nurse Xiao He, if it weren't for you, we would have met the King of Hell long ago."

He Xiaoping said nothing and sorted the medicines in the tray.

Wang Zhong said, "Look at me like this. If you weren't there to take care of me, would I have gone?"

The wounded comrades nearby looked at this scene and couldn't help covering their mouths and snickering.

After so many days, no matter how stupid you are, you can tell that there is something fishy between the two.

In the evening, Wang Zhong was using a cane and He Xiaoping was pushing a wheelchair. On the wheelchair sat the wounded man whose legs were blown off. The three of them came to the auditorium in front of the stage.

Backstage, Hao Shuwen, Lin Dingding and others looked at Wang Zhong and He Xiaoping in front of the stage, their expressions were not very good.

Lin Dingding, in particular, looked the most ugly.

······

A month later, Wang Zhong's injury completely recovered.

Wang Zhong performed outstandingly in many escort missions. In several encounters with the enemy, he was fearless in the face of danger, commanded appropriately, and performed bravely. Wang Zhong alone killed more than forty enemies and crushed them many times.

He was awarded the second-class individual merit for maliciously sabotaging our army's material transportation plan. Wang Zhong's transportation company also stood out among the transportation troops and received a collective third-class merit.

As a result, Wang Zhong was promoted to the first-level deputy battalion, which was favored by several direct superiors.

If Wang Zhong had stayed in the army, he would have done well.

But Wang Zhong applied for demobilization at this time.

He Xiaoping also received commendations for her outstanding performance.

Moreover, with the presence of Wang Zhong, He Xiaoping was not as expected in the original plot, which led to mental problems.

It was already the middle of 1979, and the news of the disbandment of the art troupe also reached their ears.

...In the barracks, He Xiaoping was helping Wang Zhong pack his things, "Where are we going?"

Wang Zhong looked at her, "Where do you want to go?"

"Is there anyone you want to see?"

He Xiaoping moved her hands for a moment, her face darkened, with a bit of melancholy and depression in her expression. She raised her eyes and looked at Wang Zhong and said, "I want to go see my dad!"

"I'll go with you!" Wang Zhong said.

"Yeah!" He Xiaoping's father was once the only concern and hope in her heart, and the only spiritual pillar that supported her strength until now.

Wang Zhong suddenly remembered the military uniform photo that He Xiaoping tore up and stuffed under the floor.

After Wang Zhong recovered from his injury, the two naturally came together. They walked together in a tacit understanding without expressing their feelings, "Xiao Ping! Before going to see your father, let's go back to the art troupe!"

"The Palindrome Corps?"

He Xiaoping looked at Wang Zhong in confusion, "Why are you going back? Haven't all the art troupes been disbanded?"

Wang Zhong smiled and said, "Do you still remember that photo of you in military uniform?"

He Xiaoping was stunned for a moment, not expecting Wang Zhong to suddenly say this, "Let's go get it back!"

"How do you know that photo is in the art troupe?" He Xiaoping really couldn't figure out how Wang Zhong knew about this. Not to mention Wang Zhong, even the few in their dormitory, except He Xiaoping herself, no one knew about it.

The photo was left under the dormitory floor.

"Silly girl!" Wang Zhong said with a smile, "That's your first military uniform photo, why are you willing to throw it away?"

He Xiaoping looked at Wang Zhong, and for some reason, although her heart felt warm, her nose suddenly became sore, and tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes.

"Why are you so nice to me?"

Seeing He Xiaoping's eyes filled with tears, Wang Zhong felt an inexplicable desire for protection in his heart. He subconsciously stepped forward, opened his arms, took her into his arms, and stroked the back of her black-haired head with his right hand.

.

"Of course it's because I like it! Otherwise, why would you think it's because of that!" Wang Zhong said bluntly.

Before he finished speaking, Wang Zhong could feel the beauty in his arms stiffen. He Xiaoping mustered up her courage and found strength to break free from Wang Zhong's arms. She looked up at Wang Zhong and asked, "I'm not just dreaming, am I?"

"

Wang Zhong smiled and said, "If you are dreaming, then this is a dream that you will never wake up from."

He Xiaoping suddenly staggered back a few steps, tears in her eyes couldn't stop falling down her cheeks, "I...I...I'm not worthy of you!"

As he spoke, he stepped back and shook his head repeatedly.

But before she could retreat, a big hand stretched out and held her wrist.

Wang Zhong stepped forward, grabbed He Xiaoping's arm, lowered his head and looked into He Xiaoping's eyes, and said seriously and gently, "Xiao Ping, don't feel inferior, let alone belittle yourself. In my eyes, you deserve all the good things in the world."

"I was too stupid before. I only had Lin Dingding in my eyes, but I didn't realize that the most beautiful girl in the world was always by my side."

He Xiaoping's heart was in a state of confusion after being told by Wang Zhong, her mind went blank, and she subconsciously wanted to break free from Wang Zhong's hand.

But Wang Zhong used a little force and pulled her into his arms again, holding her tightly and resting his chin on her shoulder. In an instant, all the defenses in He Xiaoping's heart were broken, and her hands couldn't help but climb onto Wang Zhong's body.

back.

...Neither of them spoke, nor did they need to use words to express anything.

He Xiaoping's heart, which was riddled with cold scorn, ridicule and prejudice, had been completely pried open by Wang Zhong.

Early the next morning, the two took a ride back to the city and arrived at the art troupe's station.

Standing on the road, looking at the familiar gate, Wang Zhong didn't feel anything. Although he had integrated Liu Feng's memory, he did not inherit Liu Feng's feelings. Naturally, he would not have any feelings for the art troupe, but after all, he was

The place where Liu Feng stayed for many years was a bit emotional.

But He Xiaoping's mood was complicated.

This place once held her dreams, but later she discovered that what she once called a dream was just a girl's unrealistic fantasy.

First, it was far more cruel than I expected, and the cultural troupe was not as beautiful as I expected.

But luckily!

He Xiaoping turned to look at Wang Zhong beside her, grinning.

The two walked into the gate. Today's art troupe has long lost the hustle and bustle of the past.

Although it was only a few months, to He Xiaoping, it seemed like a century had passed.

"Liu Feng! Xiaoping?"

A voice full of surprise woke up He Xiaoping from her daze, who was remembering the past.

"tassel!"

"Why are you here?" Xiao Suizi was extremely surprised to see the two of them.

Wang Zhong said, "Aren't we both going to be demobilized? Let's come back and take a look before we leave."

"Are you both going to be demobilized?"

Xiao Suizi was very surprised: "Liu Feng, aren't you a fighting hero? As for the second-class meritorious service, I heard that you have been promoted to deputy battalion. Chen Can's father also said that several chiefs are very optimistic about you!"

"After the war is over, I also want to live a normal life with Xiaoping." Wang Zhong explained.

"You..." Xiao Suizi became even more surprised, looking back and forth between the two of them.

He Xiaoping was a little shy.

Wang Zhong was very magnanimous and said calmly, "We are going to get married when we go back this time."

"Congratulations, congratulations!" Although it was unexpected, Xiao Suizi was still happy for the two of them, and congratulated them with cupped hands and fists.

"It's a pity that I'm going to Yanjing soon, otherwise I can still drink your wedding wine." Xiao Suizi felt a little regretful.

"Going back to Yanjing? Are you also retired from the army?" He Xiaoping asked doubtfully.

Although the art troupe was disbanded, not all of the original members were directly discharged from the army; most of them were transferred to other units.

Xiao Suizi said happily, "I've been admitted to university and I'm going back to Yanjing to go to university!"

"Congratulations, Suizi, this can be considered as fulfilling your dream." Wang Zhong said.

Wang Zhong's impression of Xiao Suizi was not bad.

While talking, the three of them had returned to Xiao Suizi and He Xiaoping's dormitory.

He Xiaoping walked to the damaged floor, pried open the damaged floor, and took out the torn military uniform photo from inside.

This wave of operations left Xiao Suizi next to him dumbfounded.

"Do you have hammers, nails and boards?" Wang Zhong asked Xiao Suizi.

Xiao Suizi nodded subconsciously, turned around and went out to help Wang Zhong get the things.

Wang Zhong was knocking on the ground to repair the floor, while He Xiaoping sat in front of the desk and put together the fragmented photos piece by piece.

…"Are you here looking for this photo?" Xiao Suizi asked this question as if by some strange coincidence, but as soon as the words came out of her mouth, she felt a little regretful.

Because this photo was the beginning of their discrimination, targeting, and isolation of He Xiaoping. Of course, He Xiaoping was at fault for this matter.

But Xiao Suizi still felt a little guilty for no reason.

Because she was among those people at that time.

"This is Xiaoping's first military uniform photo after joining the army. Of course I have to take it back." Wang Chong said with a smile.

"By the way, you were admitted to Yan University?"

"Yeah!" Xiao Suizi nodded and said, "Department of Literature, Yan University."

"She is indeed a talented woman from the art troupe, she is amazing!" Wang Zhong was not stingy with his praise.

"How are you and Chen Can doing?" Wang Zhong asked knowingly.

The expression on Xiao Suizi's face froze for an instant, and then she pretended to be confused and asked, "What about me and Chen Can?"

"Okay!" Wang Zhong said, "Stop pretending. With your little thoughts, you probably think it's a secret."

Xiao Suizi's heart was filled with waves, and the forced smile on her face finally couldn't be maintained, and she said in despair, "How could he fall in love with me, a girl from an ordinary family?"

Wang Zhong stopped what he was doing and turned to look at her, "This is too modest. If you are both girls from ordinary families, then Xiaoping and I can't even be considered ordinary people."

"Besides, this is not an old feudal society. You will soon be a top student at Yanda, and your future achievements may not be as good as those of Chen Can."

······

Early the next morning, Wang Zhong said goodbye to He Xiaoping and Xiao Suizi, left the art troupe, got on the train, and went to the farm where He Xiaoping's father was sent to the countryside. After several days, he finally arrived, worshiped in front of He Xiaoping's father's grave, and said two words

People are getting married soon.

The two men repaired the tomb of He Xiaoping's father and erected a brand new tombstone before leaving.

When the two returned to Yanjing, it was almost the end of August. They took the letters of introduction they had issued when they were in the army and went straight to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get their marriage certificates first.

He Xiaoping did not go back to her stepfather's house, but only went to meet her mother once. Then she took a letter of introduction from the army, a certificate of job transfer, and a discharge certificate, and entered the city's No. 2 Hospital as a nurse.

The two stayed in the hotel for a few days, and then moved into the house arranged by the hospital for He Xiaoping. The house was in a large courtyard, with a wing in the front yard, two rooms, and more than 40 square meters. Basically, the people living in the courtyard were

Colleagues from He Xiaoping Hospital.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The most important thing is that it is close to where He Xiaoping works.

The two of them moved directly from the hotel to the courtyard that day. The house had been empty for a long time, and there was dust everywhere. They didn't mind it, so they fetched water and started cleaning it with a broom and rag.

After two hours of busy work, the house was cleaned inside and outside, and every brick of the big Kang was wiped by He Xiaoping herself.

It was midsummer, the weather was hot, and the sweltering heat was still lingering, so after cleaning up like this, both of them were sweating profusely.

Wang Zhong smiled and looked at the sweaty He Xiaoping, looked at the two strands of hair hanging down in front of her forehead, raised his hand to push it back, and asked gently, "Are you tired?"

He Xiaoping smiled and shook her head and said, "I'm not tired!" Those big, bright and black-and-white eyes were full of longing for a better life.

…"You take a break first, wipe yourself down, and change clothes. We will go out to buy some daily necessities later, and leave the rest to me."

"Okay!" The two of them have already received the certificate. Although they have not yet reached the final step, their intimacy is increasing day by day.

Wang Zhong also found that He Xiaoping seemed to be becoming more and more dependent on him.

Both of them changed their clothes, put the changed clothes in the basin to soak, and then the couple went out.

He Xiaoping was originally from Yanjing, and Wang Zhong also stayed in Yanjing for several years when he was still alive.

After having a meal outside at a hotel, both of them had a lot of national food stamps. On the day they first arrived in Yanjing, the couple also went to the pigeon market to exchange bills that were essential for daily life.

After finding a restaurant and having a simple lunch, the two of them went to many shops, bought new pots and pans, kerosene, rice and noodles, hired a cart, loaded a cart full of things and returned to the courtyard.

As for the wedding, neither of them has any intention of organizing it. The key is that they don't have many friends to invite.

However, when moving to a ‘new home’, a hearty dinner is naturally essential.

He Xiaoping is an authentic Yanjing native who grew up eating noodles. Although Wang Zhong is from the south, he has lived in Jichun for decades in the human world and has long been accustomed to the food of the north.

He Xiaoping was responsible for rolling out the noodles, while Wang Zhong cut the meat and stir-fried the fried sauce. After making the fried sauce, he stewed a pot of braised pork and cut a lot of potatoes into it, making a big pot.

Before the meat was cooked, the aroma of stewed meat spread throughout the front yard, and greedy children gathered outside Wang Zhong and He Xiaoping's home to smell the smell.

Standing outside the window, I stared at the steaming cauldron inside the window, swallowing my saliva while looking at it.

Wang Zhong and He Xiaoping looked at each other and smiled.

After the braised pork was stewed, He Xiaoping cooked noodles in the kitchen, while Wang Zhong scooped out a bowl, filled it with three pieces of meat, four or five pieces of potatoes, and a little broth, and knocked on the door of his neighbor's house who lived in the same wing.

"Aunt Wu, my wife and I have just moved here. We can't afford to treat everyone to dinner, so we stewed a few pieces of meat. Don't mind it." Wang Zhong said with a smile on his face.

"Ouch, why are you so polite!"

"It's just a few pieces of meat, just don't dislike it!"

"Why would you dislike it!"

"······"

Several neighbors in the front yard, Wang Zhong's family, gave a small bowl as a gift, all with the same configuration.

At the dinner table, He Xiaoping was eating braised pork and couldn't help but praise Wang Zhong's cooking skills.

More than three kilograms of pork belly, with a little stir-fry sauce, each family received a bowl. Even if he added up to one kilogram, he still had more than two kilograms left. He Xiaoping didn't eat much, and after eating seven or eight yuan, he couldn't eat anymore.

More than four kilograms of potatoes were also put in, and the rest was eaten by Wang Zhong in two bowls.

It was the first time for He Xiaoping to see Wang Zhong eating. He Xiaoping couldn't help but be a little surprised.

At night, Wang Zhong was wearing a white vest and large trousers, lying on the kang table, holding a pen and writing quickly on the paper under the illumination of the desk lamp.

He Xiaoping had just finished taking a shower and walked in. She was only wearing short-sleeved shirts and a pair of loose shorts. Her dark hair was still wet and not yet dry. She was holding a dry towel in her hand and wiping her wet hair with her head sideways.

Hair, walking towards the kang.

…"What are you writing about?" Seeing Wang Zhong writing furiously, He Xiaoping couldn't help but asked curiously.

After hearing this, Wang Zhong subconsciously raised his head and looked at He Xiaoping, and was immediately stunned by the picture of a beautiful woman taking a bath with her hair tied up in front of him.

"Thinking about writing a book!"

"?" He Xiaoping sat sideways next to Wang Zhong, curiously looking towards the kang, a faint scent of shampoo hit her nostrils.

Looking at the white neck looming between the loose black hair, Wang Zhong swallowed subconsciously, and his mouth suddenly became dry.

"What?" He Xiaoping held the kang table with one hand and put her head in front of the letter curiously.

I only scanned a few lines hastily, and before I had time to see clearly, I suddenly felt something was wrong. Wang Zhong was so silent.

When I turned my head, I realized something was wrong.

She leaned forward, half of her body almost resting on Wang Zhong's legs, and Wang Zhong was looking directly at her at this moment. When He Xiaoping raised her head, she could clearly see Wang Zhong's Adam's apple, which was constantly rising and falling.

He Xiaoping's cheeks quickly turned red and became extremely hot, and a circle of red clouds also climbed up on her snow-white neck.

She subconsciously retracted her body. Before she could curl back up, Wang Zhong stretched out his hand and put it around her waist. Wang Zhong also moved forward, resting his chin on her shoulder and whispering softly in her ear.

Whisper "Xiao Ping, we are already husband and wife!"

He Xiaoping did not struggle and was still held by Wang Zhong. In her ears was the hot breath exhaled by Wang Zhong. A hot feeling quietly rose from her lower abdomen and filled her body and mind.

······

Early the next morning, the sunlight streamed into the house from the window. He Xiaoping was in the west wing. The early morning sunlight happened to shine on the Kang, waking her up from her sleep.

Opening her eyes, Wang Zhong was no longer visible. He Xiaoping opened the thin quilt and was about to get up, but as soon as she moved, she gasped in pain and frowned.

Fortunately, Wang Zhong is not a junior brother, otherwise, He Xiaoping might not be able to get off the kang at this moment.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Liu Feng?" He Xiaoping shouted while getting dressed.

But after calling twice and receiving no response, I couldn't help but frown and get off the kang and walk out.

There is a piece of paper on the table, pressed with a bowl.

He Xiaoping picked it up and looked at it, and saw that it said, "Daughter-in-law, I went out for morning exercise. I boiled tea eggs in the pot and steamed the steamed buns. You can eat first when you are hungry. You don't have to wait for me."

He Xiaoping walked up to the front and opened the lid of the pot. A burst of rich white air spurted out. He Xiaoping quickly took two steps back and fanned herself. Then she saw clearly that there were large white steamed buns steaming slowly in the pot.

Very full,

A smile instantly appeared on He Xiaoping's face.

He put the lid on the pot again, picked up the toothbrush, water cup, towel and washbasin, and walked to the courtyard. Next to the sink, several children were washing their faces.

"Xiaoping's up!" Aunt Wu, who was opposite, happened to see He Xiaoping opening the door, so she took the initiative to say hello. The braised pork last night was pretty good.

He Xiaoping also responded with a smile, "Good morning, Aunt Wu!"

As soon as He Xiaoping finished speaking, Wang Zhong, with a towel hanging around his neck, ran into the courtyard from outside.

"Are you up?" Seeing He Xiaoping, Wang Zhong immediately smiled.

…"Yeah!" It was fine at first, but as soon as he saw Wang Zhong, He Xiaoping thought of the scene last night, couldn't help but blush, and turned away hurriedly, not daring to look at Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong chuckled, walked straight to the pool, wet the towel, and washed his face and neck.

While having breakfast, He Xiaoping couldn't help but ask, "School will start in two days. Do you want me to accompany you to the school first?"

While I was recovering from my injuries, I signed up for the college entrance examination. By the time I took the college entrance examination, although the thigh injury had not yet healed and I still needed crutches to walk, the injuries on my right hand and calf had already healed and did not affect the exam.

No matter how Wang Zhong said it, Mathematics, Physics, and Chemistry were all v3. Although this year's college entrance examination was much more difficult than the one in 1977 and the competition was greater, for Wang Zhong, it was just that, not challenging at all.

It wasn't that Wang Zhong was so dedicated to the university, but after actually experiencing a battlefield and seeing many living lives unfortunately passing away due to untimely treatment, Wang Zhong's idea of ​​studying medicine was strengthened.

It's not for hanging the pot to save the world, it's just for my own future consideration. Who knows what the nature of the system will be, what the next world will be like, and what kind of situations we will encounter. The more skills we have, the more protection we will have.

In the real world, I only have four years left to live.

"No! I'm here in Yanjing all the time. You can go to your class with peace of mind and don't worry about me." Wang Zhong said.

"After you finish eating, I will take you to the hospital later!"

"I can just go by myself!" He Xiaoping still blushed a little. After all, she was new to the job and was very thin-skinned.

Seeing her like this, Wang Zhong suppressed a smile and said, "It's okay. I'll take you there by bike. It's more convenient than walking by yourself!"

"Just in time, I'll go out for a walk and see if there's anything I can buy."

The world of film and television starting from phototype films
Chapter completed!