bronze door

Fengtian's foreign hospitals rarely have dedicated treatment rooms.Wang Qingtong has been lying on this single hospital bed for more than half a month.Although I opened my eyes, it took a while for my mind to regain clarity.

What got into my ears was the sound of hurried footsteps, and a few foreign accents, and Zou frowned in surprise: Japanese?When he was in Nanjing, Wang Qinglin had a lot of contact with the Japanese, and he could tell the difference by hearing them.For the Japanese, although I don't have much contact with them, I know it well.It's just that it looks like a hospital here, why would there be Japanese people here, where is Zhang Qishan?

After a while, a man in Japanese military uniform came in from the door and sat on the sofa opposite the hospital bed.Like all Japanese soldiers, he was in neat military uniform and sat there with his back straight. He was young, so he didn't have a mustache.

Behind him is a middle-aged man in his 30s, with a handsome face. It looks like he has been carefully maintained on weekdays, so he looks much younger than his actual age, but there is a kind of indifference in his eyes that young people don't have. But the transparent shrewdness, as if he has seen through the coldness of the world, is dressed in a Chinese-style long gown.

As soon as she came in, she walked straight towards the hospital bed, carefully helped Wang Qingtong a little bit up, put a pillow on her back to cushion her back, and leaned over to slowly roll the hospital bed up a little.

The Japanese on the sofa began to chat with the middle-aged man, and a series of extremely poor Chinese popped out of his mouth. Wang Qingtong listened very hard, but he could barely hear "something", "emperor", "contribution" "These words inevitably changed his face a little.This person is obviously overconfident in his Chinese. With such a level of communication, he dares not bring a translator with him.

Tilting his head slightly, the middle-aged man noticed it immediately, handed over the water glass on the bed cabinet, and said something in a very low Changsha accent: Buddha asked me to take good care of you.Wang Qingtong looked up at him, quickly softened his face, and nodded to the person sitting on the sofa.She had just recovered from a serious injury, but her face was still a little pale, so her eyes looked particularly dark, and she turned around and called out in Changsha dialect: "Second Master"

I have stayed in Changsha for some time, and I still know a little about the contacts on Changsha Road. From his appearance, to his temperament and conversation, and because he just deliberately used Changsha dialect to show his identity, he should be the rumored one. "February Red" can't be wrong.

Er Yuehong couldn't help but looked at her carefully, and couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart: This girl is really smart!

Then he smiled slightly. When he laughed, he always had a sad look, as if he had watched his beloved baby disappear, but he was powerless to keep it.

Seeing him smiling like this, Wang Qingtong secretly relaxed his tense nerves, slowly leaned back on the pillow a little deeper, and slid into a seemingly comfortable and lazy sitting position. He has done a lot of work on his attitude and attitude, and his smile is extraordinarily beautiful.

The Japanese officer not far away got up and walked towards the hospital bed.Because he found that the "second lady" who was brought by Er Yuehong to plead for treatment more than a month ago, gave people a very different feeling from the first time he saw it.

He also knows a little bit about Er Yuehong and this lady. The story of "three gold hairpins hugging someone back" is the most talked about by others, but he knows that it is just a rumor. .

The real usefulness of this woman lies in her extraordinary constitution. In just a few dozen days, the recovery ability of the wound is indeed much better than that of ordinary people. The blood is even more amazing. It can actually drive away evil spirits and insects. It's unbelievable that there is such a strange thing in China.Zhang Qishan also said that Er Yuehong's wife is the key to obtaining "things", so the previous treatment is not in vain.

I knew that this woman was just a little girl from a roadside noodle stall, and her appearance and temperament were naturally ordinary.It was covered in blood before, and when it was brought to him, he didn't pay much attention to it.Now that she opened her eyes, he found that the woman's eyes were very beautiful, misty and slightly watery, as the Chinese say "eyes are like autumn water"; he also found that the woman's lips were also very beautiful, It is the kind of "diamond lips" that people say, showing the unique crimson color of patients.Although she was leaning on the hospital bed without moving, her expression became more and more gentle.I really want to get closer and take a closer look...

"Girl, this is Chief Saito." Er Yuehong introduced in a seemingly normal tone.

Before Wang Qingtong bowed to signal, Saito unexpectedly said to Er Yuehong: "Madam is ill, please take good care of her, we will talk about it another day."

Er Yuehong was delivered to the door, and the two had their own ghosts in their hearts, so they left with a smile.

In the next few days, Wang Qingtong learned about the general situation from the mouth of the second master.Er Yuehong was originally arranged by Zhang Qishan to meet her in Fengtian, but this time she came back very mysteriously, and she didn't want others to know, so she didn't bring a single soldier with her.Er Yuehong is not a local, and her background as an actor has nothing to do with the military, so she is a very suitable candidate.Unexpectedly, Wang Bingtong was nearly injured and killed in Yunding Tiangong. After barely escaping, he was sent to the Japanese military hospital for treatment as Mrs. Er Yuehong.

When I was in Changsha, I knew that although Er Yuehong was a well-known danjiao, on the surface she was the boss and troupe, and traveled around with the troupe. In fact, she sang operas during the day and robbed tombs at night, and her handicap business was also very big. .Unexpectedly, he still had some friendship with Zhang Qishan, and he could be trusted to the point where he was arranged to come to Fengtian to meet him secretly.

But in retrospect, Zhang Qishan once mentioned in Beiping that he asked someone to have dinner at a Hunan restaurant, maybe they had been in touch since then.From this point of view, there is nothing wrong with this person's rhetoric on this point.And judging from the past few days when I woke up, everything was relatively calm, but people's hearts are always unpredictable. Whether it is true or not, it is better not to believe it all.

Ten days later, it really happened.Grand Master Saito appeared again, and Wang Bingtong slowly came from the end of the corridor. The moment he saw the person coming, the expression on his face had become serious, but due to the natural delicate and soft facial contours, coupled with the light from the corridor wall lamp, , dim and soft, so when you look at it from a distance, you don't have a lonely and gorgeous demeanor.

The corridor of the hospital was extremely long, behind her was an endless stretch of darkness, and in front of her was only herself.

Before Saito opened his mouth, he was stunned for a moment. He only heard his own voice softly in the corridor: "I haven't seen you for a long time. How is Madam's recovery?" After a few days, his Chinese has improved. Quite improved.

"Thank you, Commander, for your concern." Wang Qingtong replied very politely, but his tone was cold and indifferent.Letting Saito in, he lay back on the bed silently, lying on his side, and didn't speak anymore.

After Saito sat down, he remained calm on the surface, but secretly marveled in his heart.His subordinates mentioned that Er Yuehong has a deep friendship with his wife.Now, he somewhat understands that Er Yuehong's preference for this woman may not only be because of her unique physique.Her name seems to be "Yatou". Speaking of this name, although I am not proficient in Chinese, I also know that such a name has no meaning, and it does not suit this pure and sweet woman who is like a shallow spring.

How could such a person be born in a devastated and war-torn China?Such a person should live in a world of sweets and flowers, everyone loves her, and lives in a western-style villa with a large green lawn in front of the door, and a dozing long-haired pet dog lying in the concierge.Live richly, comfortably, peacefully...forever carefree...

Just as she was thinking, Er Yuehong came in from the door.During Wang Qingtong's hospitalization, he visited and took care of him every day, acting like a "good husband".

Saito got up and bowed slightly: "Boss Hong, hello."

Er Yuehong smiled and cupped her hands in return: "Thanks to you, I'm fine, how are you?"

"Thanks to you, I'm fine too."

"My wife, I still need to rest, let's go out and talk about it." Seeing Wang Bingtong on the bed, he had already closed his eyes, and made a courteous gesture to the door: "Master, this way please."

Saito bowed again, and then strode out of the ward.

The two walked out of the hospital building together and chose a secluded place.

"Boss, it will take some time before we can get the things."

Saito waved his hand: "Boss Hong, in fact, there is no need for us to perfunctory each other. The emperor didn't give us much time. The Buddha has been delayed for too long before. Treasures are also piled up like a mountain. I hope you can get things done as soon as possible. The Kwantung Army will never treat friends badly, especially a capable person like you who understands current affairs. In the future, you will be the pillar of our new country However, if you have bad intentions, the Kwantung Army will regard you as an enemy. We never tolerate the enemy. Your wife is still recovering, and I hope you will consider it carefully."

Er Yuehong looked at Qi Teng gently: "You might as well tell the chief that Zhang Qishan is not actually a member of the Zhang family's inner clan. I have already found out the whereabouts of the real head of the Zhang family, but I haven't been able to contact him yet. If the chief can be trusted I, please give me some more time, I will definitely not let the emperor down."

After hearing this, Saito nodded with a half-smile: "You don't want to replace him, do you?" Unexpectedly, the person Zhang Qishan brought would be so rebellious.

Er Yuehong smiled even more meaningfully: "This time Zhang Qishan ignored dissuasion, took the risk, and risked his wife's life. I have long been dissatisfied. The good bird breaks the tree, since it is the end of its strength, why continue to cling to it. "

Don't pass Saito, is turning around and walking towards the hospital building.

"It turns out that the second master has plans to cling to the Japanese army in Manchuria in private."

"Why did you come out? It's windy outside. You'd better rest more and don't walk around casually."

Wang Qingtong snorted coldly: "Now there is no one else, so why do you want to play this "married couple" cultural drama with me again? And whether my body has recovered, you come to check every day, don't you know? .”

Er Yuehong seemed to be walking in front of her with ease, her steps were light, steady and gentle, with the demeanor of a fairy family walking on the clouds in the play. "Then dare to ask Madam, how do you plan to deal with your husband?"

Unexpectedly, Wang Qingtong did not show any anger when he heard him teasing like this.Instead, she smiled gently. Usually when she was angry, her face would become more gentle. "I just realized today that the second master has such great ambitions, how dare he do anything to you, whether he will deal with you or not. I just want to ask the second master, do you know what can attract the head of the Zhang family to show up? "

Er Yuehong sounded a little strange.Originally thought that this girl was only related to Zhang Qishan.Back then Zhang Qishan let her pretend to be his wife in front of the Japanese because of his embarrassing status, so he was hospitalized for treatment.Unexpectedly, the background of this little girl is so complicated.

"Don't you plan to go to the Buddha to expose my secret plan?"

"You also said just now that Zhang Qishan has already disregarded my life and death, so there is no reason for me not to hate him. Second master, if you really want to take this opportunity to step down from the throne, I can help you."

"What are your conditions?"

Wang Qingtong looked at Er Yuehong with gentle eyes: "After January, there will be a very interesting auction at the Crescent Hotel in Beiping. If the second master is interested, he can spread the word as soon as possible."

When I returned to the ward, there was already a familiar figure sitting on the sofa.

"Going out for a walk?" The tone was as gentle and honest as ever.

"Great Buddha" Er Yuehong clasped her hands in salute, even though she had a different heart, the superficial flattery did not diminish at all.Wang Qingtong beside him seemed relatively silent, just smiling slightly.

Zhang Qishan got up and walked in front of the two of them: "I heard from you last time that she was discharged from the hospital today. I happened to pass by here, so I thought I could pick you up and go back together."

It turned out that I was discharged from the hospital today, no wonder there were so many people visiting frequently in one day.Wang Bingtong tilted his head, squinting at Er Yuehong, still smiling and saying nothing.

Outside the gate of the hospital, besides a black classic car parked by Zhang Qishan alone, what Er Yuehong and Wang Bronze were on was a Japanese military jeep.The car drove to a western-style villa, and the servants inside came out to pick up the luggage, and went in to tidy up and settle down.

Wang Qingtong walked to the sofa in the side hall on the second floor on his own, stretched his long legs on the ottoman, stretched a little, and then nestled in the big and soft sofa in that position, Leaning his head on the back of the sofa, he slowly closed his eyes.

I thought it was just to rest for a while, but these days after waking up from the hospital, I lived very carefully and vigilantly, and never really rested at ease.Unexpectedly, he fell asleep in a daze, feeling someone sitting next to him in a trance, opened his eyes in a daze, and stared for a long time before seeing the person clearly.

"..."

Zhang Qishan stretched out his hand to wrap her arms around her shoulders, letting her lean on his shoulders: "Sleep more if you want to sleep, is it cold?"

The familiar embrace and the familiar smell made Wang Qingtong wrap his hands around the other's neck, rub his face against his shoulder, and was carried to the bed in the bedroom in a very comfortable and warm posture.

I felt ignorantly that there were two palms slowly rubbing on the back, if there was a caress like nothing, there was an inexplicable sense of peace in the gentleness.

One click, one click, gently, the fingertips brushed the skin, penetrated the muscles and bones, and touched the heart.

Wang Qingtong slowly nestled his body inward, and said in a sleepy voice: "Brother..."

The person behind seemed to be drowsy too, and only responded with a low nasal sound. "Um?"

"do you like me?"

"What do you say?"

"I guess...you like me."

If I was bad... very bad..., would you still like me?

When he opened his eyes again, Zhang Qishan was still sleeping soundly by his side, seemingly defenseless.Wang Qingtong raised his elbows, supported his head, and looked at him with a smile.

In the unique silence of the early morning, such gazing has become a kind of enjoyment that I have never had before.

Below the straight bridge of the nose, the exhaled breath is long and even, and the strong chest rises and falls slowly with the breathing.Although it's just a peaceful sleeping appearance, the rhythmic breathing, and rising and falling chest, it's so simple, but it can give people great comfort.

Wang Qingtong showed a pleasant smile, couldn't help stretching out his hand, wanted to caress him softly, but was afraid that Zhang Qishan would wake up, so his fingertips suddenly stopped on the skin, sliding back and forth quietly through the air .

Inside, there is a surging life.

Zhang Qishan's surging life.

Wang Qingtong continued to support his head, silently enjoying this momentary happiness that belonged to him.

What will happen to a person like you if you fail once?

Have you ever tasted the heart-wrenching despair?

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