The War of Resistance

"Thank you, nurse." The carriage creaked and the little dustpan lay on the carriage very honestly, but his lively eyes showed that he was not honest, at least in his heart.

Zhang Zimu, who was sitting in the carriage, ignored the leather of the dustpan and straightened the cotton-padded jacket under his neck.

The nurse was the most attentive after all. Zhang Zimu was worried that the shaking of the carriage would make the little dustpan uncomfortable, so he put a quilt on the carriage for him, and now stuffed a cotton-padded jacket under his head to use as a pillow.

"Xiao Dustpan, your brothers are not very honest! After we rescue you, you should be like them!" Zhang Zimu said after cleaning Xiao Dustpan.

"Are you honest? Do you honestly call me Dustpan?" Little Dustpan said dissatisfied.

"I don't see any difference between a dustpan and a bamboo basket." Zhang Zimu had a smile in his eyes.

"How can that be the same?" The little dustpan stopped drying. "Didn't your adults teach you that the dustpan is for pouring out soil and grain, and that the dustpan is for the old lady to hold cigarettes?"

"Who told you to call your savior little girl?" Zhang Zimu definitely said something about you and others.

"Aren't you a little girl? Are you?" Little Dustpan laughed.

Since Xiaodustpan woke up, the two people he talked to the most were two.

One is Shi Xiaowan and the other is Zhang Zimu.

He only wanted to treat Shi Xiaowan with food, drink, and diarrhea. There was nothing he could do about it, because he couldn't take care of himself at least for now.

On the one hand, Zhang Zimu talked to him more because Zhang Zimu was the nurse who took care of him, and on the other hand, Zhang Zimu wanted to know his experience of fighting Japanese invaders.

"No one will talk to you about your fight against Japanese invaders." Zhang Zimu was no longer at odds with the little dustpan.

"Oh, I've already told you, what's there to say about that? It's so bloody." Little Dustpan still refused to talk.

"You see clearly, who are you talking to?" Zhang Zimu said seriously.

But in the eyes of Little Dustpan, Zhang Zimu's expression turned into that of a child trying to talk to an adult.

It is undeniable that Zhang Zimu is very good-looking.

Those big eyes and those long eyelashes were twinkling, and she had a baby face.

People with such a face shape look very young, but in fact Zhang Zimu is not much smaller than a small dustpan.

"Who am I talking to? Oh my god, you scared me to death." Little Dustpan curled his lips.

"You are talking to a nurse who watches soldiers dying every day, a nurse who has seen every piece of your body. Are you talking to me about your blood? Who are you trying to scare?" Zhang Zimuke said it was a verbal spat. It's really not a good thing.

The little dustpan fell silent. What Zhang Zimu said was true.

And he also found out afterwards that in order to save his life, doctors from the Northwest Army performed a major surgery on him.

Naturally, for major surgery, he would have to take off all his clothes, so Zhang Zimu said that he saw bits and pieces of his body, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with that!

But again, Zhang Zimu didn't feel embarrassed at all, and the only one who was so embarrassed was the innocent young man Xiao Dustpan.

"Why don't you speak?

Aren't you quite capable? I originally thought you were too injured to talk much, but now you are fine. Your brother came to see you and made you angry. This time you can't help but say nothing! "Zhang Zimu chased and beat him fiercely.

Little Dustpan didn't expect that Zhang Zimu would be so difficult to deal with, so he kept silent. However, he was afraid that Zhang Zimu would continue to quarrel with him, so his eyes rolled around in his eye sockets.

"Speak, I know you are not mute." Zhang Zimu looked at Xiao Dustpan's expression and knew that Xiao Dustpan was thinking of something strange.

Sure enough, after a while, she heard Little Dustpan call: "Shi Xiaowan, Xiao Shiwan, come here."

"Gaha?" Shi Xiaowan, who had been following the carriage, asked.

Zhang Zimu wanted to laugh as soon as he heard Shi Xiaowan say "Gaha".

In the past few days, she had naturally become familiar with the small dustpan and the small stone bowl. She knew that the small stone bowl was not from the Northeast, but now it was full of Northeast flavor, and she learned a strange accent.

"Bring the can, I want to pee!" the little dustpan said angrily.

"Ah? You have to pee again! Are you catching a cold? Didn't you just ask your godfather to pour it for you?" Shi Xiaowan said worriedly.

"Godfather, you are a godfather when you pour pee for me, but not when you don't pour pee." Little Dustpan said disapprovingly. It turned out that he had asked Old Man Wang to serve him before and he had the intention of demolishing the bridge after crossing the river. plan.

"Then what do you call him when he doesn't serve you?" Li Nannan, who was also sitting in the carriage, asked curiously.

"Call Old Uncle Wang." Shi Xiaowan answered quickly.

"Uncle Wang, call me father-in-law!" Little Dustpan said with some satisfaction.

"Ah?" Li Nannan was stunned, "Are you married?"

"Shit! What kind of marriage is this? His daughter is still in Aunt Wang's belly. We don't know when she will be born!" Little Dustpan said again.

"Human beings can give birth to children in ten months of pregnancy. That can be calculated. How can it be possible that we don't know when?" Li Nannan asked curiously.

Li Nannan was very curious and innocent, but she didn't realize at all that if what Xiao Dustpan said was true, then Xiao Dustpan would be more than 20 years older than his future wife.

"Ten months of pregnancy, hey, there are still cats and dogs." Little Dustpan became a little proud when he saw that he had frightened Li Nannan.

"How can humans and cats and dogs be compared together?" Li Nannan hasn't turned a corner yet.

But at this moment, Li Zimu reached out and grabbed the jar in Shi Xiaowan's hand.

"Little dustpan, don't you have to pee? Pee quickly. When you're done, you can tell me a story." Zhang Zimu said, staring at the little dustpan.

"Ah——" Little Dustpan was stunned.

Where did he have the urge to urinate? He just didn't want Zhang Zimu to pester him about beating the Japanese.

That's why he said he needed to pee.

As for the reasons, first, if Zhang Zimu said he was peeing, no matter how much he was a nurse, it would be impossible for him to look at her. Second, just find another topic to divert from the topic of fighting the Japanese.

But he never expected that Zhang Zimu was still holding on to him. At this time, when he looked at Zhang Zimu's shining eyes, there was also a hint of cunning. He understood that his little trick should have been seen through by this little girl.

However, Little Dustpan still had luck in his heart. He was stunned for a moment and said: "I can't untie my belt."

Yes, one of Little Dustpan's arms is still bandaged and hanging around his neck. He is also a seriously injured person. It is simply unrealistic for you to let him do it by himself.

"Hey, why are you here?" The little dustpan was covered in the next moment, because Zhang Zimu really reached out to touch his belt.

"Why can't I come? I'll pick it up for you. After that, you can tell me a story." Zhang Zimu said seriously.

"That, that can't be done!" Xiao Dustpan was at a loss when he saw Zhang Zimu really taking action.

How could Xiao Dustpan be willing to let Zhang Zimu serve him like this? After all, Zhang Zimu was also one of his saviors. No matter how much he was an anti-Japanese hero, he didn't have such a big air.

"I think if you don't tell me about your fight against the Japanese, then Shi Xiaowan can go back. I will serve you every day." Zhang Zimu said.

At this time, Zhang Zimu's slender hand was pressed on the belt of the small dustpan, naturally hunching.

Xiao Dustpan's eyes met with Zhang Zimu's.

It would be a far stretch to say that the little dustpan felt moved at this time when looking at Zhang Zimu's beautiful eyes, and felt like he was electrocuted.

He saw the seriousness in Zhang Zimu's eyes, the kind that if he didn't talk about fighting the Japanese, people would really have to take off his clothes and then help him go out to Gong, regardless of whether it was Da Gong or Xiao Gong.

This girl seems to be tougher than me.

The little dustpan finally ran out of ideas and knew he had lost.

What does this kind of emotion look like? This situation is like a mature man talking dirty words to a mature woman in a public place. The man is just using his mouth to take advantage of the situation. If the woman turns against the guest, the man will become intimidated.

"Are you still peeing?" Zhang Zimu asked, still staring into the little dustpan's eyes.

"No more, no more scares." Little Dustpan was helpless.

"Are you going to talk about beating the Japanese?" Zhang Zimu's hand on the belt of the dustpan still didn't let go.

"Speak." Little Dustpan responded.

The conscience of heaven and earth, whether it was when the little dustpan fell out of grass and became a kid in the beard for the bandits, or when he became a member of the Northeast Army, he has never been so honest!