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- After thinking for a moment, Song Heren took out a wet wipe and slowly stretched it out, but for some reason his hand was shaking. Like an 80-year-old man, he had not achieved his goal for a long time. His hand was still one centimeter away from Yang Zongbao's face. Time stopped.
Secretly spitting on himself, Song Heren mustered up the courage to help Yang Zongbao wipe his face, but unexpectedly he met Yang Zongbao's eyes.
It was a pair of pupils that shrunk slightly, much smaller than the average person. Song Heren remained stunned in place
"What are you doing?" Rigui also got in the car, took the napkin from Song Heren's hand, put it on Yang Zongbao's face and began to wipe it.
Song Heren breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.
The blood on Yang Zongbao's face has dried and formed a reddish-brown shell. The Japanese ghost needs to use force to wipe it clean.
Yang Zongbao shook his head in the direction of the Japanese ghost's force.
"He's not crazy, is he?" Seeing Yang Zongbao not blinking, he was a little scared.
"Crazy" Rigui could understand Yang Zongbao's current situation.
"Huh?" Song Heren didn't know how to answer.
"How can anyone who has experienced such a predicament still maintain a normal mind? But who are we to judge whether it is normal or not? Those psychiatrists?" Rigui was very satisfied to see Yang Zongbao's face gradually become darker under his hands. Bai Xi: "Don't be ridiculous. According to the rules of those psychiatrists, aren't all people the same? So I say that your state is the most normal."
"But he is bloodthirsty." Song Heren hesitated.
"Bloodthirsty? Do you think you will be normal after returning from this country?" the Japanese ghost said with a contemptuous smile.
"Why can't it be normal? How do you know? You are not a soldier? You have never been on the battlefield?" Song Heren was not convinced. He did not want to associate himself with Yang Zongbao at this time, let alone fall into the trap of a Japanese ghost. That kind of person scoffs.
"I have been on the battlefield." Unexpectedly, the Japanese ghost answered seriously.
"What?" Song Heren thought he didn't hear clearly.
"I have been on the battlefield, if you still remember the war in the south 18 years ago." Rigui didn't say much, helped Yang Zongbao fall and got out of the car.
Song Heren looked at Yang Zongbao, who was lying on the bed with his eyes open, hesitated, and followed Rigui out of the car.
The Japanese ghost was not far under the car, looking at the fallen animal carcasses. All the situations are developing in a one-sided direction, and human beings have achieved absolute victory at the last moment of this war with wild animals. The hunt for more than a hundred hyenas has been completely exhausted, leaving only twos and threes hiding in various directions, which is miserable.
"You have you really been on the battlefield?" Song Heren is in his 30s this year. Although he has not experienced the man's war, and there will never be written records of that battle, he still learned about it through some means. The brutality of war, and endless yearning. From the few words left by the old men in the army, Song Heren understood how passionately the Chinese army fought, how they sacrificed their lives and blood for the Chinese dynasty and for the sacred mission It was an exciting war, and it was for everyone. The battlefield that Chinese warriors yearn for. He was not a militant, but just like every Chinese soldier was inevitably attracted by the blood, he was also attracted So when he saw the living survivors of the war, Song Heren was already numb My heart was shaken again.
"" The Japanese ghost was very arrogant, and was even very dissatisfied with Song Heren for asking this, because it was blasphemy against him.
¡°There was no written record of that war.¡± Song Heren explained.
"Because it cannot be recorded, it is not recorded. The soldiers at that time were real good men. They were not the trash in the army now."
"But why did you do that kind of thing later?" Song Heren still didn't feel ashamed of what the Japanese ghost did.
"Why?" Japanese ghost sneered: "After I returned from that battlefield by chance, the country did not recognize it. Many of us were physically disabled and could not maintain our lives. I survived with two other comrades, but they lost their limbs. Unable to make a living, I could only do menial work, but the income I earned at first was a drop in the bucket. As a result, two of my comrades passed away What could I do? I could only vent my anger in many places. Wanted, my family finally took me in. I regained my sense of justice. Don¡¯t think that you have experienced unprecedented cruelty, and my father and I have never seen it. However, we have even seen battlefields that I have never seen before"
As Rigui slowly told his story, Song Heren did not doubt the authenticity of his words at all, because there was no need for people like Rigui to lie. Talking from a Japanese ghostReading between the lines, Song Heren felt that the only thing he cared about now was his father Yang Zongbao. However, although he realized it, Song Heren still couldn't understand that this kind of master-servant relationship still exists in today's society. But no matter what, the image of Japanese ghosts in Song Heren's heart quietly changed.
"I'm sorry" Song Heren had nothing to say except sorry in the end.
"You don't have to be sorry. Our master said before you came out that it would be better if you died in Kenting. If you return to China alive, you will face a military court." The Japanese ghost looked at Song Heren with compassion.
Song Heren didn¡¯t know that Yang Zongbao had criticized his future, and based on his knowledge, he actually thought it might happen. At this time, the ugly face of the Japanese ghost looking at him became blurry in his eyes. The face that is half normal and half ugly is as unreal as the waiter of God
The Japanese ghost didn't care about Song Heren's thoughts. After seeing the end of the hyena hunting, he returned to the car without any distracting thoughts.
Song Heren stayed under the car, with a bonfire blazing not far away and hyena carcasses piled next to it Song Heren actually had a ridiculous idea. It all feels pointless. Only at this moment did he realize that he hated Kenting, and even expressed doubts about his justice in saving the people of the Kenting tribe from the hyenas. It turns out that sincerity actually conceals such a selfish heart
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"Sir, all the hyenas have been wiped out." The Japanese ghost said to Yang Zongbao after getting in the car.
Yang Zongbao's eyes suddenly closed when he opened them When he opened them again, his pupils had returned to normal: "We are going to Country R. Did that boy Murakami cause any trouble?"
"No, Jiangsong people are just kiddies." Rigui chuckled.
"He is half your disciple." After Yang Zongbao said this, he fell asleep.
Rigui smiled, sat on the ground in front of Yang Zongbao's bed and fell asleep with his eyes closed. Yang Zongbao has been having a hard time these past few days, and so has the Japanese ghost. It is not that simple to force himself to cross the desert and reach the camp in advance. The efforts made by the master and the servant are too numerous to mention.
No one interrupted the rest of the master and servant.
Owen just glanced at the door of the car and decisively refused to allow others to get in the car again, leaving them a relatively quiet space.
Yang Zongbao never woke up again along the way. The Japanese ghost ate twice on the way. When they finally arrived at the camp, Yang Zongbao opened his eyes. After sleeping day and night, Yang Zongbao finally woke up.
"Japanese ghost." Yang Zongbao felt his throat was dry.
The Japanese ghost thoughtfully gave me some water.
Yang Zongbao took a sip: "Are you here?"
"We're here." Rigui agreed.
"Oh my god, my mouth really stinks." Yang Zongbao could even notice his own embarrassment.
"Master, you smell bad." The Japanese ghost smiled happily. Yang Zongbao was able to joke, which proved that he had recovered well.
"It's interesting." Yang Zongbao laughed happily.
Because of Owen¡¯s instructions, no one disturbed the car after entering the camp, and it still maintained its original appearance until hearty laughter came from the car.
Yang Zongbao opened the car door and saw William standing in front of him with a smile.
"Long time no see." William said happily.
¡°Long time no see.¡± Yang Zongbao sighed.
William smiled and spread his arms.
Yang Zongbao jumped out of the car and hugged him.
"I didn't expect to see you again." William was really happy to see Yang Zongbao.
"I won't die that easily." Yang Zongbao said in a relaxed tone.
"When will you return to China?" William invited Yang Zongbao to go aside.
Yang Zongbao stretched out. His whole body was sore and exhausted from a day and night of sleep: "Let's go."
"What's wrong with your hand?" William noticed that Yang Zongbao's left hand was inconvenient.
"Oh, it's broken." Yang Zongbao replied casually, as if nothing had happened.
"It's really intense." William clicked his tongue.
"What are your plans?" Yang Zongbao asked William not to patronize him.
"Me?" William smiled bitterly: "I made you laugh, but since you have contact with Hogarth, you will definitely know something. I am also struggling in the country, otherwise I wouldn't come here to hide."
"Then you can't hide here for the rest of your life, right?" Yang Zongbao said.
"Yes, but where can I go if I don't hide? Otherwise, I'll just follow you. How can you take me in?" The more William thought about it, the more likely it was, and he finally pestered Yang Zongbao for an explanation.
"You are such a good prince, why are you following me around the poor people?" Yang ?Bao frowned and said.
"No, I am a prince in name only. He is just a decoration. He is just a royal family on the surface. In fact, he is just a symbol, a puppet with no freedom. Please save me. Besides, you are not a poor person. You have a title." William continued to be unyielding.
¡°Okay, okay, we¡¯ll tell you when the time comes.¡± Yang Zongbao waved his hand.
"Oh." William had to give up.
Yang Zongbao returned to the classroom. Jiang Song is waiting.
"Help me scrub." Yang Zongbao sat cross-legged on the ground.
Jiang Song slowly cleaned Yang Zongbao's body: "Don't take risks in the future."
¡°¡¡± Yang Zongbao did not answer.
Jiang Song scrubbed Yang Zongbao, but inevitably touched the scabbed wound, and blood seeped out of the body again: "Does it hurt?"
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Jiang Song was not surprised that Yang Zongbao continued to remain silent. All he could do was move his hands and feet faster. - 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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