Chapter 17:

In the spring of March, in the capital, the Yangliuyiyi, the peach blossoms, the breeze, the pink butterfly, the picturesque, beautiful.
In the ridiculous and cold northwest, at this time, it has just experienced a big war. The nomads are born cavalry, and the cattle and sheep are the staple foods of these barbarians. Therefore, the monks are born with tigers and bears. People are afraid, and most of the soldiers on their side are born in poverty. They used to be unable to eat a piece of meat all the year round. The thighs are estimated to have no one's thick arms. It is not an easy task to fight.
Fortunately, this time, there are not many people coming, but they are given a pot.
Zhong Liluo was covered with blood, and walked to the barracks with a shallow foot. She was too tired to lift her eyelids. She had an arrow in her left shoulder. These monks, riding the Kung Fu, really took it. She tore a piece of cloth from the clothes and simply wrapped it. However, once the shoulder was injured, the entire arm was affected. Her left hand was unable to move.
There were not many casualties, but the people under hers still lost a few. She may not remember the appearance of those people so far. It is also a bit sad at this time. She has experienced several such so-called battles, she I know that these are completely incomparable to what he had experienced in the past, but it is also very tragic. She does not know how many scorpions are stepping on the bones of the monks, and they get such a sentence from the crowd.
Several small soldiers saw her hurt, and she was busy trying to help her, but she was evaded by her conditional reflection.
She looked at the small soldier in front of her hand but grabbed an empty look. She couldn't help but think of it. It seems to be a habit of building a family. She is too afraid to be found to be different. Therefore, everything is careful, even if the town is Hou and his wife are so good to her, and always with a bit of alienation, I want to come, only Rong Jiahui is not ordinary, she likes round face, Rong Jiahui smiles and looks like a bend, likes to listen She sweetly called her brother, envious of the exquisiteness of her aristocratic origin, when she did not speak, just sitting quietly, it was like a lady figure, but once she opened her mouth, she was just a kind person. Next door sister.
"The clock leaves the school!"
She suddenly returned to God and found that she had walked into the place where she lived. The soldier next to her greeted her and smiled. "When you leave the school, you are injured. You need a small military doctor to come over for you." Wrap it up?"
Zhong Liluo still shook his head. "No, I will come by myself."
If you hurt your shoulders, how can you let others come.
She told him to play two buckets of water, washed off his blood, and felt refreshed. She put on her clothes and scattered her hair. She took the water as a mirror and took photos. The face in the water was pale. The eye-catching beauty is strange, she is not used to the appearance of her own fragile, pitiful, let myself look hate.
One hand was injured, making the original easy dressing difficult. When the medicine was sprinkled on the wound, she almost burst into tears. She bit her teeth and put the bandage up.
In the vagueness, she seems to have heard the screams, probably killing the prisoners of war. This is the most happy time for them. The monks have no so-called civilization, burning and looting, no evil, no, as if everything in this world, as long as it is robbed, It’s theirs, it? Damn it! But she still can't bear it. When her knife has to be cut off to others, she can't bear it, but it's so cruel, she doesn't cut it to others, others will hack her...
Such a mind cannot say to anyone that the benevolence of a woman, no matter where she is, will be laughed at. After all, the kindness to these monks is the cruelty of the people who have been slaughtered by the monks in the northwest.
She turned over the letter sent to her by Rong Jiahui. The seal was intact, the bright flowers and the flowers, and the beautiful flowers of the flowers, just through them, she could see the girl who worried her. Ying Ying smiled.
She really wanted to write a letter like this, telling Rong Jiahui that she was injured, and her shoulders were almost shot by the monks. The medicine here is rough, not as expensive as the capital on the other side of the capital. It hurts and then harvests. A few pages of warm words.
However, she didn't want to worry about her family. She could almost see the horror of Rong Jiahui's face. Then the precious medicinal materials were sent along with the worry of the family's family. According to the temper of the town, it is estimated that I will repair a book and let Ning Wang pay more attention to her. She is coming to fight and defend the country, but it is not to be a young master.
She sighed, rubbed her eyes, and slept heavily. When she woke up again, her headache was cracking, from head to toe, and it was burning like a fire.
When people live forever, how can they not have a headache? This feeling she remembers is feverish. She is in good health and lightly. It is fine to sleep. It is serious. It is good to take two doses of medicine.
But this feeling of powerlessness told her that this time it was a bit serious.
Her rank is not high, but in the end she was an officer, and soon someone invited a military doctor.
The medic had to take the pulse for her. She pushed the hand of the 40-year-old thin man and muttered, "I am just feverish. Just give me some medicine to eat."
The medic looked at her oozing shoulders and couldn't help but frown. "When the clock leaves the school, have you been injured yesterday?"
Without waiting for her answer, a small soldier said: "Yes, it was shot by a slut, oh, that manpower can be big, and the clock is away from the school, and it is almost taken by the arrow."
Even though he was still weak, Zhong Liluo did not hold back and gave him a look, scared him to quickly retreat.
Looking at the clock to ruin her body, the military doctor glanced at her with blame, and then reached out and explored her. Compared with many people, some of the too fine hands, the clock is too weak, and there is no way to stop it.
After a while, the military doctor looked at her with a sly look. His look was complicated. He let go of her hand, sat down aside, sighed, and seemed to be somewhat sad.
Zhong Liluo estimated that he had already put out something, and he closed his eyes with all his mind.
After a long while, the military doctor retired everyone and slowly said: "I am knowing you when I leave the school."
Zhong Liluo stunned, and opened his eyes tiredly, looking at him inexplicably, did not seem to understand what he wanted to do.
The medic touched her head. "You don't look very much like you. You look much better. It is estimated to be more like your mother. But your eyes are like you, exactly the same. When I saw you at first sight, I noticed it, and then I also knew that your surname is Zhong Li, but your disposition is completely different. You are the most hearty, greatly embarrassed. Here are older, it is estimated that many of them drink with him. After drinking, eating meat, but you are too restrained, always alone, I still don’t understand much before, but now I understand."
Zhong Liluo carefully said: "Military doctor..."
Her request has not yet been opened, and the military doctor interrupted her: "My wife, Wang, is also skilled in medicine. I will let her take care of you. You have to let the arrow go, but if you are dead, what should you do?" You are relieved, I will not say it, your father and daughter, but for these, have a stubborn obsession."
Some groggy bells smiled a little, but it wasn’t obsessive. She didn’t know if her father had taught her to be a man. She only knew that she didn’t want to be raised in the squat, and the door didn’t come out. Mai, only knows the Jiaojiao embroidered by the piano, she may occasionally envy the girls’ dresses and jewelry powders. I will think about how I will dress like this, but it’s not clear, but her heart is clear. She didn't want to be like this. It was estimated that the heaviest thing she had ever received was the softness of the paperweight. She really liked her own hands with some rough and thin arms.
Zhong Liluo was really not hurt. Luo Jun’s wife, Luo Wang’s tears, handled the wound for some unconscious person. Luo Wang’s is a woman who is a middle-aged woman. In her eyes today. Zhong Liluo is no longer one of the soldiers on the battlefield. Zhong Liluo is just a 17-year-old girl who is three or two years younger than her son. It should be beautiful and bright now. There is no blood on the top, just like a beautiful figure without a soul, how can she not feel pity.
Zhong Lilu still slept faintly, as if she had made a long, long dream. She dreamed that she had returned to Rong Jia and saw Rong Jiahui, who had been mourning for a long time. However, Rong Jiahui was still the eyebrow bend. Rong Jiahui, who is bent, loves to spoil, and all the elders have hurt her, and the younger brother, Rong Jiaze’s sister is not leaving, and followers follow her. However, Rong Jiahui’s gentle expression, Rong Jiahui’s smile, never belongs to her in her dreams. Rong Jiahui in her dreams is always indifferent and alienated from her. Sometimes, she realizes someone in her dreams. It seems as if she is looking at her secretly. However, whenever she looks back, she only sees Rong Jiahui's face arrogantly leaning over her head, and even her eyes are screaming at her.
In the dream, Rong Jiahui and Yu Yixiang seem to have very bad feelings, and did not make a so-called retreat. Rong Jiahui is still married to Liu Jiayu Lang, who is in the dream, she was far away in the northwest. When she arrived at the news of Zhen Guohou’s letter, she looked at the unnaturalness of her face, and she was somewhat unconscious. In a blink of an eye, it was eight years. Her forefoot had just returned to Beijing, and her foot was heard by Rong Jiahui. It’s a very ridiculous way to die, but Rong Jiahui is really dead...
She looked at her own sad appearance in her dreams. Some did not understand, and she was treated so indifferently. Why is it still so sad?
She suddenly turned into a light, turned to the Liu family, and saw the appearance of Rong Jiahui's death. Although it was not a red face, it was a bone, but Rong Jiahui described it as a dry appearance. It is really difficult to see. The four-year-old woman is no longer the round face girl of many years ago. This sister-like girl is lying here at this time, cold and stiff, and it seems to teach people heartache...
She was so sad that she was thinking about pulling a hand of Larong Jiahui, but suddenly she felt a strong suction.
She suddenly woke up and felt that her body was chilling. When she looked closely, it turned out to be a cold sweat, even soaked her clothes. She turned her head and saw that Luo Wang’s still gently smiled at her, she was loose. After a sigh of relief, the memory of the dream slowly faded away. When I recalled it, I could only capture Rong Jiahui as a queen of the world, looking at her in a condescending manner.
Rong Jiahui will not look at her like that. If she thinks, it is just a nightmare. If she doesn't remember, she won't remember.
At this time, Luo Wang reached out and handed an envelope to her. "Hey, the clock is away from school, this is your letter."
Zhong Liluo received the letter. After opening it, it was a bright yellow flower bud. In addition to this, there seemed to be something in the envelope. She fell to her hand, but it was a few peaches that had already dried up.
Luo Wang's smile asked: "The letter from the family? Is such a good-looking stationery, is it a little girl?"
Zhong Liluo chuckled and nodded. "It’s a younger sister."
Luo Wang also smiled and said: "Your sister must be as good as you."
Wen Yan, the smile of Zhong Liluo suddenly stagnate, and suddenly there are some miscellaneous feelings in her heart. She used to be annoyed before, no matter how she said, all the people around her never regard Rong Jiahui as her sister. The first time someone really was admitted to Jiahui as her sister, how could she be less happy?
The author has something to say: After a second, I found that the central idea I want to express is that Jiahui was pure and arrogant in the past!
Everyday thanks to the thunder of the little snow sauce, rushing over, what a bit!