military region.
Zhou Shilin's eyelids had been twitching all morning. He always felt that something bad was going to happen, and he was always absent-minded during training.
The instructor smiled evilly and joked when he saw it.
"What's wrong, do you miss your wife?"
Such a delicate little daughter-in-law really needs to think more about it.
I heard from my wife that young couples are tired of talking crookedly. That’s right. If you weren’t tired of talking crookedly when you were young, maybe you won’t be tired of it until you are seventy or eighty.
By then all the teeth will be gone.
Even if I have the heart, I don’t have the strength.
The instructor, who thought he was an expert, wanted to give some advice, but before he could open his mouth, the voice of an orderly sounded behind him.
"Report, Team Zhou, I have your phone number."
Zhou Shilin raised his eyebrows: "Did your sister-in-law call?"
"It's a call from Beijing."
The words fell.
Zhou Shilin's face suddenly sank and he stood still.
Knowing that he had a tense relationship with his family, the instructor sighed silently, patted his shoulder and said, "Go ahead and talk to him if you have anything to say. You are still young and don't understand the heart of being a parent. You will know when you have children." ”
Zhou Shilin said nothing, his lips were cold and hard.
After a while, he gave a mocking smile.
"When I have a child... I will never make him sad!"
He will not let down his wife.
After saying this, he quickly arrived at the communications room. The phone was still open, and the voice inside was a little distorted, but his tone was full of commands.
"Wei Yi has returned to China."
"Her condition is not very good. Please take some time to come back and see her."
Zhou Shilin's voice was cold.
"I am married."
The person on the other end of the phone suddenly raised his voice.
"Humph, that girl from the countryside? I don't agree that she can enter my Zhou family!"
The next sentence was softer again.
"Our Zhou family feels sorry for Wei Yi. If your brother hadn't sacrificed his life, maybe they would have had children. You should take responsibility for your brother and take good care of Wei Yi for him. Besides, don't you also like her?"
"When did I say I liked her?"
Zhou Shilin hung up the phone directly.
Involuntarily falling into distant memories.
When he was a boy, he always liked to run behind his brother Zhou Shixiao. At that time, Meng Weiyi liked his brother, loved the whole family, and was very kind to him.
That year his mother died suddenly...
Thinking of this, Zhou Shilin couldn't help but breathe quickly. After his mother died, he couldn't get out for a long time, and even began to self-mutilate in a morbid way. Later, his brother and Meng Weiyi accompanied him to get out.
In his heart.
Meng Weiyi is as important as her relatives.
After arriving...his brother died on a mission.
Meng Weiyi morbidly placed her feelings on him.
The two elders were even more whimsical and wanted him to marry Meng Weiyi.
How ridiculous!
In his heart, his eldest brother is always the person he respects the most. For Meng Weiyi, there is childhood friendship, family affection, sympathy, and regret, but there is no love.
The phone kept ringing.
Zhou Shilin pulled away from his memories and strode away with a sullen face. Before he could leave the communication room, the operator behind him called out to him: "Team Zhou, this is a call from the hospital..."
Half an hour later.
Zhou Shilin appeared at the county hospital.
With a cold face and hurried steps, he grabbed a nurse in the corridor and asked, "Hello, which ward is Wen Qian in?"
"Wen Qian?"
The nurse frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly said: "You mean that beautiful girl with a disfigured face? She is in ward 303 on this floor. It's such a pity that she has such a beautiful face. I don't know if there will be any scars." Woolen cloth……"
Zhou Shilin couldn't listen to the next words.
He quickly came to the door of the ward, opened the door and went in.
In the ward.
Wen Qian lay there quietly, her right leg was in a cast, and her right cheek had a large scratch, red and purple, which looked particularly shocking, and her whole body exuded an aura of weakness.
Zhou Shilin stood beside her.
His eyes fell on the infusion tube on the back of her white hand, his eyes were as wide as the sea, and his emotions could not be seen clearly.
***
I do not know how long it has been.
Wen Qian opened her eyes again and saw a white ceiling, with a faint smell of disinfectant floating in the air. She blinked her eyelashes a few times, and her memory came back to life inch by inch.
A car rushing down a ditch.
A mixture of cries and screams.
Wang Haiyan, with a ferocious face, rushed over madly to snatch the driver's steering wheel, and pulled a group of people on their backs with the determination to die.
Fortunately, she is still alive.
Waves of pain came from her right leg, even breathing hurt. Wen Qian was afraid of pain the most. The pain caused her eyes to turn red instantly, and she couldn't help but hiss: "It hurts so much."
"It hurts but I still move around."
The man's voice was low and cold.
Wen Qian raised her eyes and looked over, and happened to meet Zhou Shilin's dark eyes.
She immediately felt even more aggrieved.
"Do you have any sympathy? I'm already miserable enough, but you still hurt others."
While speaking, the injury on her face was touched, causing her to let out a soft cry from the pain.
"My face hurts."
Zhou Shilin lowered his eyes to look at her.
The palm-sized face was still swollen, and the eye circles were red due to pain. The corners of the lips were drooped in grievance. The lips were slightly open, trembling, pale and soft, arousing pity.
His voice softened unconsciously.
"Does your leg still hurt? If you really can't stand it, you can take painkillers, but they have to be in moderation. Overdosing can lead to addiction."
Of course Wen Qian chose to take medicine.
"I'll take one first."
Her pain nerves are relatively sensitive and she really can't bear it without taking medicine.
The pain stopped quickly after taking the medicine.
Wen Qian let out a long sigh of relief and began to worry about the scars on her face.
"I don't know if it will leave any scars."
"I just went to ask the doctor. Scarring depends on the individual's constitution. If you have a scarring constitution, you are likely to have scars, but not vice versa."
Zhou Shilin said it seriously.
Wen Qian couldn't help but wailed, and in her heart she recalled all the eighteen generations of Wang Haiyan's ancestors and cursed them. They were capable of such things as grabbing the steering wheel, and she didn't want to be buried alive with everyone in the car.
It happened suddenly.
The driver was so frightened that Wang Haiyan turned the car into a ditch.
However, she herself was not well, and seemed to be the most seriously injured.
Zhou Shilin guessed what she was thinking.
"The police have already intervened. This matter should be concluded soon. You should recover well first and don't think too much about anything else."
After a pause, he added another sentence.
"It doesn't matter if you're disfigured. I don't mind you being ugly."
Wen Qian: "..."
Heartbroken.
Does she dislike herself?
After all, she just had surgery and was low on energy. After talking for a while, Wen Qian couldn't hold on anymore, her eyelids became heavy and she wanted to sleep.
Seeing this, Zhou Shilin tucked her in.
When he stood up, his fingers were grasped by a soft and slightly cool hand.
"Don't leave."
Perhaps because she was ill, Wen Qian felt that she was particularly vulnerable. She was suffering from delusions of being persecuted. She was afraid that as soon as Zhou Shilin left, that madwoman Wang Haiyan would come out to kill her.
"I am afraid."
Zhou Shilin's heart softened instantly.
"I won't leave, you have a good sleep."
After receiving the man's assurance, Wen Qian finally fell asleep with peace of mind.
When she opened her eyes again, she was awakened by noisy voices.
"slower."
"You hold the patient's legs while I move her upper body. Comrade, can you lend a hand?"
She followed the voice and looked over, facing Shen Xuening's pale face.
