father - home

I took out a dozen pressed white muslin shirts from my pack. "Zhao, you are weak now, sweating a lot, and you have to change your clothes three or four times a day. The prison uniforms here will run out soon, so I brought some shirts from home."

Zhao suddenly took my hand and looked at me blankly.

"what happened?"

"Marty, you have been so kind to me, I don't know how to repay you."

I waved my hand and said unnaturally, "Hey, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Really, today is Christmas, but I have nothing, nothing to give you."

"You already sent me off."

"I send you?"

"You gave me the best Christmas present when you woke up."

"But this... this, it's you who gave me rebirth."

"So we're even, we owe each other nothing."

I couldn't stand the atmosphere, so I quickly shook off a shirt and helped him put it on.

"By the way, there is something, you wait." I remembered the Iron Cross, so I ran to the office to get it.

When he came back, Zhaozheng was going to button his sleeves, but found that there were no buttons.

"This is your shirt?" Zhao touched the two white gothic Ms on the left sleeve of Koff, that was my initials, and it was on all my clothes, shirts, suits, handkerchiefs, everything Clothes, even socks and underwear, are embroidered by hand.

"Hmm. I'll help you." I helped Zhao and rolled up my sleeves. "I searched for a long time, only to find that my shirts are all French-style double cuffs. If you button the cuffs, it will definitely be uncomfortable, so just roll them up like this. Also, the collar is too hard, so don't button the collar. , In short, just make do with it. Now it has been ironed and starched, and the starch should have been washed off before wearing it, but I was too hasty to go back this time, so I didn’t have time, and it will be soft after I wash it off.”

"Isn't it a waste to wear such good clothes as my pajamas?"

"I originally wanted to get pajamas, but the pajamas are all made of silk. You are sweating a lot now and it doesn't fit well, so I took shirts. I don't wear these clothes now, and it's a waste to put them on. It's true for you to wear them. Make the best use of everything and don’t waste it at all.”

I help Zhao button up the buttons.Although the rough gray striped prison uniform can't hide Zhao's vigorous and heroic appearance, but now, the snow-white and crisp shirt matches Zhao's rosy skin, and his clear and beautiful facial features make Zhao even more free and easy. , noble temperament.I couldn't help but exclaimed, "It's so beautiful! I should bring a dress."

"What? Can you not wear military uniforms?"

Apparently Zhao didn't understand what I meant.This is the best way: direct and frank compliments and expressions of love are perfectly normal in the West, but Zhao is Chinese, so he is much more reserved and shy. When talking to Zhao, you must pay attention to this point.But I also like to joke with him.

"Not for me, but for you to wear."

"Me? Here?" Zhao was even more confused.

"Oh, no! It's me who really wanted to see you in a dress. Did you wear a dress?"

Zhao smiled and shook his head.

"I will have a chance to make a set for you in the future."

"Why? I don't need it."

"You will always be useful, and you still have to be a groom." I tentatively said.

Zhao glanced at me, then lowered her eyelids, and muttered softly: "No." Under the long eyelashes, the blush crept up her cheeks again.

I don't know whether Zhao's negation is because he doesn't want to wear a formal dress, or because he doesn't want to be a groom, but I dare not ask further.

Akira leaned against the head of the bed, the bottom half of his shirt was rolled up.

"It seems a bit big." Zhao said.

"How tall are you?"

"1.8 meters zero."

"Me too." In fact, I am two centimeters taller than him. "The clothes are not big, because you are too thin now. You have to eat more and gain weight. This kind of shirts are quite long, but that's fine."

"how?"

"Then you don't need to wear pants."

"You..." Zhao narrowed his eyes and blushed even more.

I dodged his fist with a smile, "I mean trousers."

Zhaoya laughed out loud, and then coughed violently.

I quickly poured a glass of water, helped him up, let him drink, leaned on my shoulder, and gently patted his back.

After a while, Zhao finally stopped coughing. "I'm sorry." Zhao smiled apologetically, and now even the roots of her ears were red.

"What did you just say?"

"Oh, I forgot." I took out the blue box from my pocket, held it in my hand, opened it solemnly, and handed it to him. "This is yours, you don't know it yet."

"Mine?" Zhao looked at me suspiciously.

"Yes, in your file."

"My file?"

"Yes."

Zhao slowly took the blue box, stared at the shining medal for a long time, and then slowly closed it.

I thought he was going to take out the medal, but he didn't even touch it.I thought he would hold the box in his hand, and he put the box on the bedside table.I thought he would be very excited to see this medal.He was indeed agitated, looked up, and had tears in his eyes.

"I don't want to..." The voice overflowed from the bottom of the throat, so weak, so sad, completely devoid of joy, excitement and pride.

"Why?" I was surprised.

Zhao shook his head, and it took a lot of effort to say this. "That's aggression, I shouldn't be there."

"You mean the medal is for your killing? No, you know the medal is for your bravery."

"I know."

Zhao's expression was gloomy. I originally planned to surprise him, but I didn't want it to backfire. I knew I couldn't talk any more, so I put away the medal first.