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"Damn it, I woke up, I really woke up, shit!!!"
The old Taoist looked at Xu Qinglang in surprise,
He just saw Xu Qinglang move his fingers,
Immediately afterwards, the body also tilted a part.
"Old Xu, wake up quickly and start your harem struggle!"
The old Taoist shouted, intending to add fire!
Immediately,
Xu Qinglang's body twitched, and he subconsciously turned sideways, retching under the bed.
The old Taoist directly emptied the plastic basin in which he held his dirty clothes, placed the basin under him, and then stroked Xu Qinglang's back with the other hand:
"It's fine when you wake up, it's fine when you wake up."
Xu Qinglang retched for a while, but he didn't spit out anything. If Zhou Ze was here, he should be able to tell that it was because of a long-term coma, which caused some body functions to fall into a semi-dormant state. The car that had been left in the ice and snow for a long time started to warm up again.
After all, Lao Xu was just in a coma, a kind of self-enclosed due to "heart disease", which has nothing to do with the so-called "vegetative".
In fact, the possibility of most vegetative people waking up is very low, and even if they are lucky enough to wake up, it is basically impossible to become like a normal person. Most of them continue to be in a state of ignorance and cannot take care of themselves.
As for the kind of vegetative people who can remember everything before and continue to "high" and fall in love after waking up,
That kind of thing can basically only happen in romance novels and TV dramas.
After vomiting for a while,
Xu Qinglang opened his eyes,
Glancing at the old man and the little loli beside him,
Then he turned his head sideways and fell asleep again.
The sleep this time is just a rest for the body, people are actually waking up.
"Just wait, I'll get you some soup to nourish your body."
The old man ran out happily,
Little Loli glanced at Xu Qinglang, who was lying on the bed with his chest heaving slightly,
curled his lips,
muttered in a low voice:
"It's really not that the whole family doesn't enter the house."
Old Xu woke up, this is a happy thing, the old Taoist was busy serving him, let Lao Xu drink and eat something and then go back to sleep, the old Taoist finally had time to take a shower and put on a clean set Daoist robe, walked downstairs, and returned to where he was at the bar.
A pot of old rice wine, a pile of dried white cattail tea,
Put another newspaper in front of you,
From time to time, I would take a small sip of rice wine, pick up two dry tea and throw it into my mouth, humming a little song, read it in the tabloids, and learned from the boss, stealing half a day's leisure.
The big potted plant was placed next to the old man to prevent mosquito bites. In the past, it could only be treated by the boss, and the old man also enjoyed it.
During the day, there are usually few guests. The old man sometimes sits here all day and has nothing to do, but this time, just after getting into the mood, three people walked into the study.
The old man shrugged helplessly, put on a smiling face,
"Three, what would you like to drink?"
"Let's have a pot of Longjing."
The visitors were two young people and an old man who was older than the old Taoist.
"Okay, sit over there and wait."
The old man 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 full of age spots, leaning on a cane, wearing a white short sleeve with holes, and sat down with the careful support of the person next to him.
Two young men sat across from him, one took out a recording pen, and the other took out a notebook, ready to record something at any time.
"Yo, interview?"
The old Taoist came over with teapots and cups, put them away one by one, and poured the tea.
"Yes." One of the young men responded, pointing at the old man in front of him and said, "This is a veteran of the Anti-Japanese War."
"Hey, old brother, I admire you!"
The old man gave the old man in front of him a thumbs up.
The old man sitting there just nodded reservedly. He has few teeth left, and it seems that he speaks a bit reluctantly, and his ears are not particularly good.
To put it bluntly, at this age and in this state, half a foot has really been put in the coffin.
The old Taoist felt very sad, and said directly: "In this case, I have invited you for today's tea.?I went to Hanzhong, Shaanxi, and then fought hand-to-hand with devils in Baqiao, Xi'an, and Weinan.
I forgot the troop number of the devils. I just remember that their guns are much better than ours. They use the 38-style, and our army uses the Hubei Tiao.
The battle was fierce, and our casualties were always more than those of the devils. Because I was young at the time, my comrades took good care of me. One time when I was fighting with devils, an enemy shell exploded on my thigh. I went to the field hospital to recuperate
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After the devils finished fighting, during the Liberation War, our company commander led us to revolt in front of the battle.
because,
The Chinese don't fight the Chinese"
A reporter was already wiping tears with a napkin,
Another reporter next to him was choked up: "Chinese people don't beat Chinese people. Well, that's really good. I have wronged you, Mr. Jia. Over the years, you will be rewarded for the hardships and grievances you have suffered.
This is our reward for this interview, please accept it and improve your life.
The people of the motherland will never forget you, and the society will never forget you, we will help you publicize"
"Etc., etc!!!"
The old Taoist next to him couldn't stand listening any longer, so he immediately stepped forward, knocked on the table vigorously, and scolded:
"Aren't you nonsense!"
"Boss, what do you mean?" The young reporter looked at the boss with a frown.
The old man was not in a hurry to finance the two reporters, but first pointed at the old man who was just accepting the thick stack of red envelopes and scolded:
"The more you talk, the more outrageous it becomes!
One of the things that the older generation in Tongguan is most proud of is that no matter how bombed the devil's plane was, they never let the devil pass Fenglingdu!
You fucking fought in Baqiao and Weinan,
Fuck your grandma,
Go back and ask Little Japan if they passed the Hangu Pass back then! "
After speaking,
The old man pointed to the two young reporters who were still in the state of "moving China":
"You two are out of your minds, you just invited a liar to come for an interview, and you are crying so hard, are your minds all muddled?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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