night

This hard-won vacation bored Shen Xi to the core. He didn't like lively characters, but it didn't mean that he liked the "quietness" of being motionless on the hospital bed.If there is no battle on weekdays, then he will start his day with all kinds of training. Anyway, he can't be doing nothing like he is now.

Shen Xi struggled to get out of bed, the wound opened again, blood gushed out, soaking the bandage red, the little nurse stopped him, pushed him back, and tilted him dissatisfiedly: "If you mess around like this again , I’ll go tell Battalion Commander Fang.”

When Shen Xi heard this, he had no choice but to shrink back to the hospital bed in a daze.

The company led by Fang Zhengqing was successful in covering the retreat. With a wave of the brigade commander's hand, the company commander Xiao Fang transformed into the battalion commander Xiao Fang.

These days Shen Xi was nestled in the field hospital, and there were several people who came and went to visit the patients, and many of them complained for him.

Shen Xi waved his hand to drive people away: "Listen to Commander Fang's order carefully, if I know someone who is not cooperating, I will be the first to deal with him when I go out."

"Chengchengcheng, you are the only one who can. After so many years of being a soldier, you didn't even become a company commander, and you were taken first by a young man. I see you, you are just a rat carrying a gun in the nest."

Shen Xi made a gesture to hit him, but the man shrunk his neck and walked away dejectedly.

Shen Xi really didn't care, let alone being a battalion commander, even if Fang Zhengqing was made brigade commander or regiment commander, he had no objection.Fang Zhengqing is his big treasure, so he should be in high spirits and shining brightly.Shen Xi wished to announce Fang Zhengqing's goodness to the world. Fang Zhengqing should be liked and admired by countless people, but he could only belong to him alone.

What's more, the most anticipated moment of the day is coming, who has the heart to listen to the gossip from parents.

At five o'clock, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and the little nurse came in pushing a small iron cart, followed by Fang Zhengqing, who was white and clean.

——Whenever the dressing was changed, Fang Zhengqing would run out of the camp to see him. This was simply the greatest comfort from a boring life.

Fang Zhengqing put the book in his hand on Shen Xi's bedside, and then greeted the nurse: Comrade nurse, how is he recovering, and is there any major problem.I won't be discharged from the hospital in a few days.Did you get into any trouble at the hospital?Ah, okay, comrade nurse has worked hard for you, please take care of me.

Little Nurse: Where, where, this is our job, that is, patients are unwilling to recuperate in bed, always...

Shen Xi coughed, quickly interrupted the nurse's complaint, dragged the person over, and complained half-truthfully, "Why are you talking to other people all the time and ignoring me?"

Fang Zhengqing struggled twice, Shen Xi still held his hand tightly, he glanced at the little nurse embarrassedly, two blushes floated on his cheeks: "Someone is watching."

The little nurse covered her mouth and snickered: "Okay, don't get bored, the patient takes off his clothes, I want to change the medicine."

Shen Xi adjusted his posture so that he was facing Fang Zhengqing.The little nurse was removing the bandage from behind, Fang Zhengqing was afraid that he would be in pain, so he kept telling him or reading something to distract him.

Today he is reading Lu You's Great Storm on the Fourth of November:

"The lonely village does not feel sorry for itself, but Shangsi defends Luntai for the country.

Lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, the Iron Horse and Glacier falling into a dream"

Shen Xi was sweating profusely from the pain, and still thought to ask Fang Zhengqing, "What does this poem mean?"

Fang Zhengqing thought for a while and said: "...I am sick and lying alone in the desolate countryside. What I think about is not self-pity, but the distant northern battlefield. It is late at night, and I lie on the bed listening to the sound of the wind and rain. In a daze, I dreamed that I was riding an armored horse, crossing the frozen river to march... probably this is what it means."

Shen Xi murmured the poem once, then closed his eyes: "It's a good poem."

Seeing his appearance, Fang Zhengqing knew that he wanted to go back.

Shen Xi had been recuperating for more than half a month. On this day, a big man came to the field hospital, and the political commissar of the regiment came to see him.

According to Shen Xi's military rank, having a battalion-level instructor is enough to give him face, but now it is a great honor to have a regiment-level instructor.

Shen Xi didn't take it seriously, he gnawed on an apple in his arms, the political commissar was his old chief, he had been an instructor in the company and an instructor in the battalion.The political commissar valued this taciturn and down-to-earth young man, but he didn't know whether Shen Xi had bad luck or some other reason, so he couldn't get promoted. Fang Zhengqing came out on the way, and when he thought of this, he sighed.

The political commissar came in hastily, with the cool winter breeze: "Xiao Shen, how is your health? There is no big problem."

As soon as Shen Xi put the apple down, he wanted to go down to the ground to greet him, but was stopped by the political commissar. He took the next best thing, sat on the bed, and gave a proper military salute: "Report sir! No problem!"

The political commissar patted Shen Xi with a smile: "Xiao Shen, you are still sick, there are no outsiders here, so you don't have to restrain yourself."

Shen Xi still kept his back straight.

The political commissar knew his temper, so he stopped pressing and continued to talk about business: "This time the organization was able to retreat at such a small price. You and Comrade Fang contributed a lot. The superiors decided to promote you. Comrade Fang is now the battalion of our 26th regiment." It’s been a long time, the superior sent me to listen to your opinion...Xiao Shen, I’m your old superior, just let me know if you have any ideas.”

Shen Xi replied without hesitation: "I'll just follow Battalion Commander Fang."

The political commissar did not expect Shen Xi to give such an answer, he was stunned for two seconds, and said sincerely: "Xiao Shen, we have known each other for so many years, and I will not go around with you anymore, Comrade Fang is different from you, there are people above him , His father is a division-level cadre. If you follow Comrade Fang, you may be a deputy for the rest of your life."

"During the 117th campaign, a battalion commander died, and a position was vacated. The organization wants you to take over. You should think about it."