Burning fire

When Zhou Qizun woke up early the next morning, Zhang Jueming had already disappeared.

Zhou Qizun reached out to search, and there was indeed a bag of cherries on the table.

He hurriedly called the nurse and asked the nurse to call Liu Jian: "That kid, go and have a look."

"Huh?" Liu Jian didn't know what to say.

"Just that little mute. Go now! Hurry up! Don't talk nonsense!" Zhou Qizun was anxious.

Having been a comrade in arms for so many years, Liu Jian must be able to tell which of Zhou Qizun's words is true and which is nonsense. Hearing that this man was really anxious, he hung up the phone immediately and went to see him without asking any more questions.

Zhou Qizun rested his chin on the bed with back pain—why did he suddenly fall asleep last night?

In less than 10 minutes, Liu Jian called back: "I'm fine, I'm fine here."

Liu Jian's voice was a little panting, and he was running: "I said, why are you having a seizure so early in the morning? What happened? I grabbed the child out of bed before he woke up."

Zhou Qizun breathed a sigh of relief: "Nothing happened. As long as he is fine."

"...What are you going to do?" Liu Jian was helpless.

"Let me tell you, replace the person you sent to take care of him." Zhou Qizun smacked his lips, "By the way, ask that person to write an inspection, starting from [-] characters."

"What?" Liu Jian glanced at Zhang Jueming, who was bowing his head across the way, turned around and covered the phone and asked, "Do you still think this kid ran out of the station by himself?"

feel?I don't think so, there is evidence.A large bag of cherries was placed on the bedside, and each bag was fresh, which is called physical evidence.

Zhou Qizun didn't respond, and when Liu Jian turned around, Zhang Jueming raised his head rubbing his eyes.

Seeing his appearance, Liu Jian flinched.He whispered to Zhou Qizun on the phone: "This kid must have cried last night, both eyes are swollen, and there are a pair of walnuts on the left and right."

Zhou Qizun: "..."

Zhou Qizun pondered for a moment: "Is he in front of you? Give him the phone."

"Success." Liu Jian bent down and pressed the phone to Zhang Jueming's ear, "Zhou Qizun, the big brother who saved you."

Zhang Jueming subconsciously hid back, and the earlobe that was attached to the phone burned.

"Hello? Classmate Xiao Zhang?" Through the phone, Zhou Qizun's voice was not so deep, but slightly upbeat.

"I heard that your eyes are swollen from crying?" Zhou Qizun really couldn't speak, and the comfort in his mouth was more like sarcasm, "I'm sorry, my brother is injured, and I haven't eaten for another day. I couldn't hold on last night, and suddenly passed out. ...did not fall asleep on purpose."

Zhou Qizun: "Brother Liu Jian should have asked Brother Liu to take you back last night."

Zhang Jueming shook his head slightly, his nose was sore again.

It’s weird.

In the nether world, so dark, so many rotten, cold, gloomy ghosts, he didn't cry.Now stepping on the earth, in the sunny world, the people I see are gentle and strong, but Zhang Jueming always wants to cry.

"For the sake of bribing me with a bag of cherries, I'll keep you a secret about your sneaking out. That brother Liu Jian in front of you is really swearing."

Zhou Qizun on the phone smiled: "But this is not an example, don't come out secretly in the future. If you want to see me, just tell Liu Jian, and he will bring you."

Zhou Qizun waited with his ears up, and finally waited for the sound of sniffling.He was happy and hung up the phone.

"I really picked up a crying bag from a pile of explosives." Zhou Qizun raised his neck, and the sunlight from the window fell on the gauze over his eyes.

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Later, Liu Jian went to the hospital to ask Zhou Qizun about it, but Zhou Qizun didn't give a reasonable explanation.

"Don't play tricks on me, I don't know you yet? There must be something wrong. I asked the person who took care of the kid and said that he was so sleepy at eight o'clock last night that he fell asleep unconsciously, but he said he locked Open the door." Liu Jian lowered his head, and there were several cherry stones in the trash can at his feet, "Who bought you cherries to eat?"

"It's not a little mute anyway." Zhou Qizun laughed, "Oh, I didn't eat the cherry, I just dreamed it in a dream."

"So, you were playing me like a dog that trip?" Liu Jian snorted coldly.

"I didn't call you a dog." Zhou Qizun hooked his lips and smiled, the two of them knew each other and acted like a jerk all the way.

"Pay attention to that child, he is very smart and thoughtful." Zhou Qizun's expression became serious, "Have you checked it? The children have no money?"

"No. They were tied up and sold for liver and kidney. How could they leave money for them?" Liu Jian's expression became serious.

"That's it." Zhou Qizun sighed.

——Since this is the case, how can little dumb Zhang have the money to get him cherries?The child was strange, and the cherry came in a strange way.

"Children today are much more refined than when we were young." Zhou Qizun clicked his tongue.

"You suspect that he is stealing..."

"Hey, I didn't say anything." Zhou Qizun interrupted Liu Jian.

"No matter how suspicious it is, you can't accuse people casually, especially children."

Zhou Qizun: "I remember when I was a child, the vase at home was broken. My dad said that I probably broke it, but I didn't have it. I put my hips on my hips and had a big fight with my dad. I asked him why I should take the [-]%."

Zhou Qizun raised his tone a bit: "Can you imagine? I was only six years old at the time, and my sister hadn't been born yet. I still remember this."

"Really? I've completely forgotten about my eight or nine years old." Liu Jian wanted to laugh.

"It's fake." Zhou Qizun laughed, "My dad is not such an unreasonable person."

Liu Jian: "..."

Liu Jian endured it, avoided Zhou Qizun's injury, and slapped the flesh on his leg: "Why don't you be poor to death?"

Zhou Qizun quickly backhanded, and also slapped Liu Jian: "That's what I mean, you can't wrong others casually, even if you are a child, once you remember it? Besides, this child is a bit special, so you must be careful."

"Okay, I understand." Liu Jian nodded, "I'll go back and ask if anyone has lost money or things, and I'll check in secret. If there is no clear clue, I won't ask him for more."

Liu Jian looked Zhou Qizun up and down twice with a bear-like face: "On the surface, even if you beat him to death, you can't tell that you can be so rough and subtle."

"What's thick and thin, I'm being reasonable." Zhou Qizun was a little lazy, "At best, it's more pleasing to the eyes of that little mute."

"It's not enough. You feel sorry for him." Liu Jian gently kicked the trash can, counting a few cherry pits inside.

"That's what you said." Zhou Qizun lay down slowly, "I'm about to go blind, and my military career might be over here, so I saved him. It doesn't hurt because of emotion and reason?"

"Your eyes can recover, I asked the doctor." Liu Jian frowned, forgetting to count the number of cores.

"Give me the sharpshooter and transfer me to another team, I might as well retire." Zhou Qizun said lightly.

"What the hell are you talking about!" Liu Jian stood up suddenly, so that he didn't get overturned by the stool.

"Don't be angry." Zhou Qizun smiled.

Liu Jian: "..."

Zhou Qizun had been injured before, and even walked through hell, but he was young and energetic, rebellious, and Liu Jian had never heard any dejected words from him, and never even flashed a gloomy expression.

An injury is an injury, flesh and blood, every scar is not for nothing, this time Zhou Qizun injured a pair of eyes, it will definitely affect him in the future.

They are used to pain and sacrifice, and they have been trying to accept everything with a normal heart. Even Lei Dongyang's three-haired bastard shut up and just ran to the mountains to hold his breath.

Liu Jian was depressed, but Zhou Qizun... he couldn't see anything now. Behind the playful face, what kind of weightlessness and dazed did the darkness bring him?

"You..." Liu Jian rubbed his face, "I'm sorry."

"Look at you." Zhou Qizun yawned, "That's why I said you can't do it. Dongyang, you, one by one...I'm serious even if I'm joking."

"..." Liu Jian was silent for a long time before cursing, "What a joke."

Liu Jianduo kicked the trash can: "Eat less cherries."

"Tell me what I ate in my dream." Zhou Qizun immediately nodded.

Liu Jian paid no heed to Zhou Qizun, turned away and left.

"Hey, don't ask the doctor anymore, you asked twice today and three times yesterday, don't think I don't know, people are annoying you to death." Zhou Qizun followed suit and howled.

What responded to him was Liu Jian slamming the door shut.

Zhou Qizun: "..."

"You can't hold your breath." Zhou Qizun sighed deeply, "Zhou Qizun, Zhou Qizun, it's only been dark for two days, and you can't hold your breath anymore."

Zhou Qizun pressed his temples and lay down to sleep.

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It must have been a bad night's sleep.Late at night was when the pain was most rampant, Zhou Qizun's wounds began to hurt, and he had some nonsense ghost dreams again.

For a while, he dreamed that he was still hugging little mute Zhang in the sea of ​​fire, and he couldn't find an exit in all directions. For a while, he dreamed that the doctor removed the gauze from his eyes, and when he opened his eyelids, his eyes were still dark...

So, when Zhang Jueming sneaked in, Zhou Qizun was sweating and frowning.

Zhang Jueming came in through the window.Zhou Qizun's ward was on the fourth floor, and the windows were locked, but Zhang Jueming jumped into the room like a little ghost.

It was late at night and everyone else was asleep.If he came to see Zhou Qizun at this time, he would definitely not cause trouble.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jueming walked lightly to Zhou Qizun's bed, looked down and saw that the man was sleeping very restlessly, and suddenly became nervous.

Hurt?Could it be pressed somewhere?

Zhang Jueming thought wildly, and gently wiped the cold sweat off Zhou Qizun's forehead with his clumsy hands.

His hands were cool, which should be very comfortable, and he pressed Zhou Qizun's thick eyebrows twice, and Zhou Qizun's frown relaxed a little.

Zhang Jueming raised his heart, and put his index finger between Zhou Qizun's eyebrows.A little fluorescent light lit up under his fingertips, and as the light slowly went out, Zhou Qizun's breathing became heavy and he fell asleep.

Zhang Jueming exhaled slowly, and carefully withdrew his fingertips.

He stared at Zhou Qizun's face, looked at it, his lips moved slightly.

His throat suddenly felt itchy, as if soft fluff was scratching it gently.

Zhang Jueming turned his neck uncomfortably, and scratched his own neck with his hands. His fingertips scratched the thin skin and scratched a little bit, but the wound healed soon, and there was only time for Zier a little.

Zhang Jueming took a deep breath, he bent down, and leaned close to Zhou Qizun's ear who was sound asleep.

It's like the sound of an old and broken blower, with a little leak on the left and a piece missing from the right, which is incomplete.It was like some kind of fragile, empty death throes.

Silence has gone through the dark years, pulled out of hell, Zhang Jueming is more painful than a dying baby, and slowly uttered three rough syllables: "...Zhou... ..enlighten... respect..."

This is him talking again.