Chapter 309: The Grumpy Old Daoist!

“Damn, he’s awake! He’s really awake! Damn! ! !”

The old Daoist looked at Xu Qinglang in surprise,

he had just seen Xu Qinglang’s finger move,

then, a part of his body tilted.

“Old Xu, wake up quickly and start your harem battle!”

The old Daoist shouted, intending to add fuel to the fire!

Then..,

xu Qinglang’s body twitched. He subconsciously turned to the side and retched under the bed.

The old priest directly emptied the plastic basin that he had used to store his dirty clothes. He placed the basin under him and placed his other hand on Xu Qinglang’s back:

“It’s good that you’re awake. It’s good that you’re awake.”

Xu Qinglang retched for a long time, but he did not vomit anything. If Zhou Ze was here, he should be able to tell that part of his body’s functions had fallen into a semi-dormant state due to his long-term coma, this retching phenomenon was a little like a car that had been in the ice and snow for a long time starting to warm up again.

After all, Old Xu was only in a coma. It was a type of self-isolation caused by a “Mental illness”. It was not related to the so-called “Vegetative state”.

In fact, the probability of most vegetative states waking up was very low. Even if they were lucky enough to wake up, it was basically impossible for them to become like normal people. Most of them would continue to be in a muddle-headed state, unable to take care of themselves.

As for those vegetative people who could still remember everything in the past and continue to “Get high”and fall in love after waking up..,

that kind of thing could only happen in romance novels and television dramas.

After vomiting for a while..,

xu Qinglang opened his eyes,

he glanced at the old Daoist and the little loli beside him,

then, he turned his head to the side and fell asleep again.

This time, he only slept because his body was resting. He had actually woken up.

“Just you wait. I’ll go get you some soup to drink and nourish your body.”

The old Daoist ran out happily,

the Little Loli glanced at Xu Qinglang, who was lying on the bed with his chest rising and falling slightly,

she pursed her lips,

she muttered softly,

“It’s really not like a family doesn’t enter the same house.”

Old Xu woke up. This was a happy thing. The old Daoist busily waited on him. He let old Xu drink and eat something before continuing to sleep. The old Daoist finally had time to take a shower. He changed into a clean Daoist robe and walked downstairs, he returned to the position where his bar counter was.

A pot of old yellow wine and a stack of dried white cattail tea,

a newspaper was placed in front of him,

from time to time, he would take a sip of yellow wine and throw two dried tea into his mouth. He hummed a little tune as he read the tabloids. He imitated the boss and took a break for half a day.

The big potted plant was placed beside the old priest to prevent mosquitoes and insects from biting him. In the past, only the boss enjoyed the treatment, but the old priest also enjoyed it.

During the day, there were usually very few guests. Sometimes, the old priest would sit here all day and have nothing to do. But this time, as soon as he got into the mood, three people walked into the study room.

The old priest shrugged helplessly and put on a smiling face,

“What would you like to drink?”

“A pot of dragon well.”

The people who came were two young people and an old man who was slightly older than the old priest.

“Okay, sit over there and wait.”

The old priest went to the back to make tea.

The two young people helped the old man to choose a seat not far from the bar counter and sat down.

The Old Man’s face was covered with age spots. He leaned on his crutches and wore a white short-sleeved shirt with holes. He sat down with the careful support of the people beside him.

Two young men sat opposite him. One took out a recording pen, while the other took out a notebook, ready to record something at any time.

“Yo, an interview?”

The old priest walked over with a teapot and a Teacup. He put them away one by one and poured the tea.

“Mm,”one of the young men replied. He pointed at the old man in front of him and said, “This is a veteran of the anti-japanese war.”

“Yo, Big Brother, I’m impressed!”

The old priest gave the old man in front of him a thumbs up.

The old man sitting there only nodded his head reservedly. He didn’t even have a few teeth left. It seemed that he was a little forced to speak, and his ears weren’t particularly good.

To put it bluntly, at this age and in this state, half of his foot was already in the coffin.

The old Daoist felt a sense of sadness in his heart and said directly, “In that case, today’s tea is on me. The three of you, I’ll bring you some snacks over.”

“Thank you, Boss.”The two young men thanked the old Daoist.

“You’re welcome. It’s my pleasure.”

The old man, who was usually petty, was very generous this time. He returned to the back of the bar counter, picked up a few plates of dried fruits and seeds, and brought them over. After putting them on, the old man did not go far and grabbed some seeds himself, he leaned against the bar counter and listened while munching on them.

The old man was born in the second year of the founding of the People’s Republic. He had not experienced the war years, but this was his habit. He liked to listen to hearsay and stories.

In the early years, there were actually quite a few storytellers, but they gradually disappeared.

“Old Sir, let’s begin now.”

The young man asked.

The old man nodded.

The interview began just like that.

The two young men should be reporters from a small newspaper, and they were doing a column on interviewing veterans of the anti-japanese war.

The first sentence that the old man said..,

made the old Daoist excited,

even though the old man spoke slowly and vaguely, his accent from northern Shaanxi made the old Daoist particularly friendly.

F * ck,

fellow townsfolk!

The old Daoist hesitated whether he should send them something else. He would put the money in the bar counter by himself. The things of the public were the public’s and his were his. The old Daoist would not go so far as to secretly take advantage of boss Zhou.

After all..,

boss Zhou was so poor.

Looking at the boss holding the silver coin tightly last night,

the old man felt a little pitiful in his heart,

how deep was this obsession.

The old man’s interview was still going on. He spoke very slowly, but his words were very clear.

It was as if he had rehearsed it in his mind. No, it should be that he had been faced with this kind of interview many times. Slowly, how should I put it? He had gotten used to it.

“Because I was in the National Army, I felt that I couldn’t raise my head for a long time. Slowly, I developed the habit of not saying much.”

When the old man finished his narration,

the young reporter immediately said, “Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Jia.”

Another reporter picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for the old man. He brought it to the old man.

The old priest continued to eat melon seeds at the side as he listened with great interest.

It was difficult to make sense of many things in that era, but at least the current social atmosphere was improving and correcting mistakes. People’s understanding was no longer as limited as before.

As long as they had shed blood for their country, in fact, they did not need to care about their status or their personal morality. They were already very worthy of respect.

“Back then, I joined the army to eat my fill. At that time, I was still young and was only 14 years old. I didn’t have much culture and didn’t know any great principles. I only understood many of them later. Only then did I realize that when I fought in the war, it was quite glorious.

After fighting and breaking up, I stumbled. In the 45th year, the troops were stationed in Shaanxi.

I was in the 2nd Platoon, 3rd Company, 3rd Battalion, 90th Division, 1st Army Corps, Commander Hu Zongnan, commander Lu Chongyi, division commander Wang Huimin, regimental commander Gao Shuxun, Company Commander Chen, platoon commander Liu.

I remember very clearly. I have been memorizing the numbers of the army at that time. At that time, the higher-ups forced us to remember something. They said that even if we were to die in battle in the future, after we reached hell, we could call on our old subordinates to continue fighting the japs below.”

The two reporters patiently recorded at the side. These were all reports that would be published in the newspapers soon. The purpose was to call on the care and love of the Society for these veterans of the War of resistance, especially the national army.

Just looking at the two reporters’current condition, their eyes were already red,

one could tell that after this report was published, there would definitely be many people crying because of this report. Everyone would be moved by this veteran of the War of resistance, and at the same time, they would curse..

The old priest frowned at the side,

that’s not right,

gao Shuxun was the regiment commander in the 45th year?

Why did the old priest remember that Gao Shuxun was the commander in the 40th year?

Moreover, Gao was an old general of Feng Yuxiang’s Northwest Military Department. Why did he run off to work for Hu Zongnan?

Look at this old man again,

oh,

he must have remembered wrongly,

after all, he was old,

that was normal.

The old priest did not say anything and continued to eat melon seeds.

“The troops moved to Hanzhong, Shaanxi province. After that, they fought with the japs at Baqiao, Weinan, and other places.

I forgot the troop number of the Japs. I only remembered that their guns were much better than ours. They used the 38th style while our troops used the Hubei strip.

The battle was very intense. Our casualties were always higher than the japs. “Because I was young at the time, my comrades took good care of me. One time, when I was fighting with the Japanese, the enemy’s artillery shell exploded on my thigh. I didn’t feel any pain at the time, and blood flowed all over my pants, and my shoes were covered in blood, “It was my comrades who saved me and brought me to the battlefield hospital to recuperate..

“..

“After the Japanese finished fighting and during the War of Liberation, our company commander led us in an uprising.

Because..,

the Chinese don’t hit the Chinese…”

A reporter was already wiping away his tears with a napkin,

another reporter beside him was choking with sobs. “The Chinese don’t hit the Chinese. Good, well said. Sorry to have wronged you, Mr. Jia. All these years, you have suffered and suffered, and you will be rewarded.

This is our reward for this interview. Please accept it and improve your life.

“The people of our country will not forget you, and the society will not forget you. We will help you promote…”

“Wait, wait! ! !”

The old man beside him could not bear to listen any longer. He immediately walked forward, knocked the table hard, and berated,

“Aren’t you guys bullshitting? !”

“Boss, what do you mean by this?”The young reporter looked at the boss with a frown.

The old Daoist was not in a hurry to manage the money. Instead, he pointed at the old man who had just finished talking and was accepting the thick stack of red envelopes:

“The more you talk about it, the more ridiculous it gets!”!

“The thing that the older generation of Tongguan is most proud of is that no matter how much the Japanese planes blew up, they did not let the Japanese pass the fengling crossing!”!

“You have already fought in the bloody war at Baqiao Weinan…”

F * ck your mother..,

go back and ask the Japanese if they could pass Hotani Pass that year!”

With that said..,

the old priest pointed at the two young reporters who were still in the state of “Touching China”:

“Are you two crazy? You just invited a swindler to come for an interview and even cried so much. are your brains filled with paste?”

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