"But at that time, everyone... Didn''t believe it. No one believed it was true. The Anti Japanese incident was still vivid. It was clear that they were going to win and lose one of Henan, Hunan and Guangxi."


    Fan Zhongzhi drinks tea.


    Chu Boxiong continued, "if you don''t believe it, you don''t believe it. Things like turning in were normal at that time. You can''t listen to what you say. It depends on the location and find possible developments from clues."


    "Before long, everyone found that the situation on that side had really changed. When Pyongyang was liberated, everyone was still calm. But when Bing Feng reached Seoul, people outside had a different attitude towards us." Chu Boxiong said, smiling more and more.


    "I don''t feel much," said fan Zhongzhi.


    "You were in war at that time. It was very hard."


    Fan Zhongzhi did not speak, but tightened his tight military coat.


    The temperature in the room was about 26 degrees Celsius. Chu Boxiong only wore a green cloth robe in two seasons with fan Zhongzhi.


    Wu Mian saw fan Zhongzhi''s chest bulging. He smiled and asked, "Sir, I haven''t seen a bugle. Can you show me a look?"


    "You boy, do your serious business." fan Zhongzhi scolded, "you are curious about everything."


    "I always hear people say," said Wu Mian. "When I was in the United States, I saw an old man. He was dying. Finally, I checked my body, judged my vital signs, and told my family to give up."


    "Finally, the patient opened his eyes and saw my face. Suddenly, his eyes widened and he became energetic."


    "..." Chu Boxiong was surprised, but he thought of some possibility.


    "When the patient''s family spoke to him, he ignored a word. He just said a few words to me intermittently, which I didn''t understand at that time. In retrospect, what should be said is the bleak horn, the witch''s call, the moon and so on."


    Fan Zhongzhi tilted his mouth and slightly sideways, as if to avoid Wu Mian''s coveted eyes for fear that he might steal his most precious things.


    "I read some materials and learned that in the several sports wars before General Li Qiwei went, the American soldiers could not describe the sound of the horn." Wu Mian said with a smile, "so curious."


    "There''s nothing curious." fan Zhongzhi refused whatever Wu Mian said. "It''s already broken and can''t blow."


    "Just take a look," Wu Mian said.


    "Boy, go to work." fan Zhongzhi scolded.


    "I''ll chat with you. It''s just work." Wu Mian is neither anxious nor angry. You said, "if you don''t show it, you won''t show it. Look at your stingy spirit."


    Fan Zhongzhi was immune to the method, only drinking tea.


    "When we were in Nanyang, we guessed how many lives it had to pile up. Everyone was very moved." Chu Boxiong broke the embarrassment.


    "Pile human life? Useful?" said fan Zhongzhi. "The firepower at that time was a fierce one. RB devils were a pile of people. Several islands charged fiercely, but it was useless. How many people were piled up and how many died. The war was not so fought."


    "Eh? Old man, did you know the frog leaping sea battle?" Wu Mian asked strangely.


    "How can we do without learning? Boy, you think we are just a group of farmers who go to the battlefield after firing a gun?" fan Zhongzhi looked at Wu Mian contemptuously. "Three three three system, scattered line, negative angle mortar... Besides, you think the charge number is not like that."


    "Oh?"


    "When our company commander died, he said, don''t blow the trumpet or shout. Fight quietly. The devil''s fire is too fierce!" fan Zhongzhi said.


    "What else?" Wu Mian asked curiously.


    "Go, you don''t do serious things every day. Don''t come to us if you have nothing." fan Zhongzhi glared at Wu Mian. "Young people have to work. Now they haven''t fought for more than 30 years. Do you think they will never fight?"


    "Certainly not," said Wu Mian with a smile. "It''s lucky not to fight, but to recuperate. Do you remember the imperialist selflessness?"


    "Then don''t hurry to work," said fan Zhongzhi. "Maybe if you work for an hour now, it will be a human life."


    Wu Mian disagreed with fan Zhongzhi, but he did not disobey the old man, but looked at Chu Boxiong and asked, "Mr. Chu, how were you then?"


    "My father said Nanyang was a dangerous place and took me to Xiangjiang." Chu Boxiong said, "Xiangjiang was still good at that time. At least it belonged to a paradise compared with the war. My father and I settled in Xiangjiang and didn''t leave until ten years ago."


    "Later?" Wu Mian asked curiously.


    "As for later, don''t mention it." Chu Boxiong said faintly, with a vast meaning in his eyes, as if floating snow.


    Both old people seem unwilling to say such sad memories.


    They were just chatting over tea. Wu Mian made fun of it. At last, fan Zhongzhi still guarded Wu Mian like a thief. What he hid in his clothes said nothing to Wu Mian. He regarded it as a treasure.


    I have crossed mountains and seas


    Wu Mian''s cell phone rings.


    "Two, I''ll answer the phone." Wu Mian picked up his cell phone, stood up and went to the corner to connect the phone.


    "Hello, boss Tao." Wu Mian said with a smile.


    Chu Zhixi smiled like a flower. It seemed that his brother chatted with the two old people for a while. He was in a good mood.


    "Oh, I remember talking about it a while ago. You haven''t come. I thought the patient had done it somewhere else."


    "Cleveland Clinic? The level is very high, only a little worse than Massachusetts."


    "Oh, yes."


    "Well, I have something else to do. I''ll hang up."


    When he came back and sat down, Chu Zhixi said with a smile, "brother, the score of Cleveland Clinic is higher than that of Massachusetts General Hospital."


    "No way! Whether Mayo or Cleveland, there are ants in front of my Massachusetts General Hospital."


    Wu mianyi''s words are indeed lying with his eyes open.


    The hospital''s score has been announced this year. The first is Mayo Clinic, the second is Cleveland Clinic, and the third is Singapore General Hospital of Li Jiapo. Massachusetts General Hospital ranks sixth, behind John Hopkins.


    Fan Zhong said, "boy, if you have something to do, you don''t have to accompany us. Your conditions here are good, and we can''t bear hardships."


    "Old man, this is ward round." Wu Mian said, "when I was the general manager of the hospital, I got into the ward every day from 5 o''clock to chat with the patients and their families, and talked all the way until at least 9 o''clock."


    "Why?"


    "You don''t know. Many details were discovered through chat." Wu Mian said with a smile.


    One of Fan Zhong''s faces was puzzled.


    "There are specialties in the art industry, just like I don''t understand what you said." Wu Mian said, "the two are chatting. I''ll go first."


    "Get busy." fan Zhongzhi waved his hand. Although he was impatient, he trembled and wanted to stand up and send Wu Mian.


    Wu Mian was startled and hurriedly pressed the old man down.