Cold-blooded Marshal Evil Charm Military Doctor

After reading the letter, there were many envelopes, which were sealed with great care. Zhan Qingcheng raised his eyebrows and picked up the first one casually to read.

It was drizzling outside, and the red candles were flickering in the house. I actually saw your appearance. It was so real, but it was far away in the sky.

miss?Who do you miss?Zhan Qingcheng picked up another letter in the middle, tore open the envelope and took out the paper to read.

The 360th and fifth day is a year since you and I met.Long nights of sleepless nights, I miss you so much, Ronghua, do you still remember me?

Zhan Qingcheng's eyelids suddenly jumped, and then he picked out the third letter from it.

Do you know that I dreamed of you last night, you stood at the door in military uniform and said to me: "Qingcheng, I'm here." That moment really made me ecstatic.

On the fourth letter, there were spots of blood on the envelope.

I can't extricate myself from the depths of my kindness since I was a child

Therefore, all beings lose their memory

A runaway yearns to be seduced by a war

Who are you, and who are you.

I can only love you forever

but can't love you for a while

sorry

sorry

This poem is from Cangyang Gyatso, the protagonist in it fell in love with someone because of a poem, so the original owner fell in love with Ronghua?

Maybe the word "ronghua" of the original owner has been engraved on his mind, and Zhan Qingcheng was affected a little, so he searched for his remaining memories in his mind as much as possible.

The first time I went back to China was because of the death of my parents. At that time, I was only 13 years old, and the snow was so cold.

The young Qingcheng, the elderly grandma, and the fact that there are two and three in the family make things difficult for him, this is something he can't bear.

The second time I came back to China was three years later. Because of grandma’s [-]th birthday, I had to go back to congratulate her.

But the original owner was too naive to believe the words of the eldest daughter of the third bedroom, Zhan Xueyu, and went with her to put lanterns by the river pond. As soon as he turned around, he was pushed into the river and fled away in a hurry with the servants.

Then, he was rescued by a man named Ronghua, and he was given artificial respiration.

The first kiss was gone, and the first kiss of the two worlds was given to a wild man, which made Zhan Qingcheng a little upset.

But it's odd that this man is there, and it's worth thinking about, because there aren't that many coincidences in the world.

Zhan Qingcheng looked at the letters in the wooden box and sighed, and opened more than 50 letters in a row, all of which were love letters to Ronghua, and the rest must be love letters.

It has been 630 days since the original owner and Ronghua met, and they have written more than 200 love letters, but does he know?

Shaking his head regretfully, thinking about sending these love letters to this man named Ronghua sometime later, he also fulfilled a wish.

In the dark night, the evening wind is blowing, blowing the cherry blossoms all over the place.

The wooden boards in the corridor clattered, and the footsteps were in a hurry, which made me feel a little frightened.

Suzuki Reiko had a cold face, she was wearing an out-of-place cherry blossom kimono, and it was annoying to step heavily on the heavy wooden floor in those clogs.

Zhan Qingcheng lay on the quilt, thinking about the death of the Japanese woman, someone came to the door so soon.

My palms were sweating a little, and I was a little unsteady holding the scalpel, and my head was still dizzy and I couldn't use my strength.

Suzuki Reiko didn't push open the wooden door to go in, but knelt in front of the door and said, "Mr. Qingcheng, Captain Yamamoto is here to invite you."

Zhan Qingcheng was surprised, he is still respectful up to now, which is really deceptive.

Captain Yamamoto, Yamamoto, Yohji Yamamoto?

That is the friend of the original owner's mother, it should be a friend, if the enemy himself can't survive now, then go and see what he is up to.

"Wait a moment." He said the Japanese language as a way to save her face.

Zhan Qingcheng changed a piece of clothes without haste, added a thick one, put on his shoes, pushed open the wooden door and went out.

Suzuki Lianzi bowed and got up to lead the way. Zhan Qingcheng followed behind her. Fortunately, there were lanterns to illuminate the way at night.

A row of Japanese soldiers in yellow uniforms stood in front of the door, watching every move. The door was open and there were no lights or candles inside, as if it was a dead door, and there was no return.

The room was very bright, with the lights turned on and two red candles lit, which seemed a bit deliberate.

Yohji Yamamoto looked at Zhan Qingcheng and said with a smile: "Sit down. You look so much like your mother... how is she doing recently?"

"Five years ago, he died." It was hard to hear the emotion.

There was only silence in the huge room for a moment.

Yohji Yamamoto walked to the window with a gloomy face, looked at the endless darkness, and said after a while: "I already know about Yuriko Kimura and I'm dealing with it, but you can still go to class."

"Ah."

One of the mysteries in Zhan Qingcheng's heart has been solved, and there are more mysteries that can only be solved one by one after returning to China.

The reason why the original owner was not as miserable as being bullied in Japan was because Yohji Yamamoto was the backer, but he was cowardly.

The next day, the biological clock woke up Zhan Qingcheng on time, thinking about what to do and how to do it in the future.

The more I think about it, the more annoyed I get. After all, Zhan Qingcheng doesn't know this world, so it's scary to be unfamiliar.

After washing, I wiped my face. Although the wound on my body hurts even if I touch it, it's okay to stick to the class.

But after thinking about it, I don't want to go, after all, I have learned everything that should be learned in the 21st century.

Gu Xi outside kept urging: "Miss, it's time to go to class, otherwise the teacher will scold you again."

Zhan Qingcheng was a little annoyed by the noise, "OK."

In the morning, I went to the entrance of the school, opened the door and walked in. There were some Chinese people fighting with Japanese people inside, but most of them were still reading books silently.

In this section, an anatomy movie is played. In the movie, a Chinese man with an ax faces a dozen Japanese devils with bayonets.

At the beginning, the Chinese man was able to swing an ax and chop a few Japanese devils, but the enemy was so numerous that the bayonet was sharp and pierced into his body as soon as he exerted force. .

The Japanese devils dragged the body to the autopsy, and one of the Japanese devils said in distaste, "I have to find a job some other day, hahahaha..."

The skin color and height of the Wa people and the Huaxia people are not much different. The reason why we can know that the person holding the ax is a Huaxia person is because he speaks Cantonese, the dialect of Guangdong, China.

Hearing the cheers beside him, Zhan Qingcheng couldn't help clenching the scalpel in his hand a little bit. In his eyes, these things seemed to be inferior to animals.

"Yo Xi, all Chinese people are dead, hahaha..."

Zhan Qingcheng took a few deep breaths and could barely hold back from rushing up to beat people.

He lowered his head and wiped the sharp scalpel, shaking his hand a bit, and there was some glare from the light, and the coldness in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

In the middle of the night, slight footsteps and someone whispering added some danger to this night.