Chapter 151 Stomach Disease

"Nothing is wrong," Amu said with a gloomy expression, "I just instinctively feel disgusted by this surname."

Jing Zhen had nothing to say about personal preferences.

Although they had been together for quite a while and were considered comrades fighting side by side, this child who suddenly appeared retained a sharp aggressiveness towards everything.

Even comrades-in-arms did not have a very good temper.

What's more, strictly speaking, Amu was her immediate superior.

It was entirely her reason to come here.

"By the way, what will happen next?"

Jing Zhen asked suddenly, without a beginning or an end, and there seemed to be a moment of confusion in his eyes.

Amu paused, frowned and said: "Your illness is getting worse and worse. If it doesn't work this time, I in your dream won't be able to stay, not to mention that I have a hunch that something is wrong this time."

"What's wrong?"

"It's hard to tell now," Amu thought for a while and said, "It may be a little biased from my plan, but it's not much different."

Jing Zhen was silent for a while: "I have been relying on games to delay the symptoms for too long... Have I become a burden to you?

"I have actually felt that this disease does not bring aging, but stupidity, ignorance, and degeneration, watching myself become a pile of rotten meat waiting to die."

She said, unable to help trembling, revealing uncontrollable fear and determination.

"I don't want to become like that. I still want to be the greatest poet in the new world. I still want to bring the best education to my hometown after your victory. I want to see the future clearly. I don't want to become a pool of rotten meat that can't even write poetry. I..."

"Be proud of me," Amu said lightly, "I have gone through countless incomparable desperate situations and fought against pain - poets are never afraid of illness. "

Jing Zhen was stunned.

"This is your poem," Amu tilted his head to look at her, his expression calm, "I hope you can remember the state of mind when you wrote the poem - next time before you make a fuss, think about whether your face hurts or not."

"I won't comfort you a second time. Don't be so fragile now that you are an adult."

Amu retracted his gaze and said, "I'm going to see that weirdo. You should adjust your mentality as soon as possible."

Jing Zhen was speechless, and opened his mouth for a long time: "...Okay."

...

"There are frequent power outages here, and when it rains heavily, supplies can't be delivered because it's impossible to build roads in the mountains. Once, we couldn't deliver water, so we drank the sedimented muddy water and vomited and had diarrhea, but there was nothing we could do. It was also during that period that a lot of money was invested in building roads on the border. ”

The patrol was over and it was getting dark. Everyone sat around the stone trough where mosquito-repellent wormwood was burning, eating dinner and chatting.

The speaker was Captain Wang, who was on patrol. He had dark skin and his face was flushed in the firelight.

As if he thought it was an interview with a reporter, he specifically picked the topic he cared about the most.

“I have seen some comments on the Internet before, saying that we are in collusion with online fraud, but we really have nothing to do with online fraud. We stopped them, but it is impossible to stop them all. We have no choice.”

After Wang Jin finished speaking, he picked up a small jar of wine from the side and handed it to Quan Heng and the other person next to him.

Although the team stipulates that alcohol cannot be consumed, it is not against the rules for those who are not on patrol tomorrow to drink a little.

“It is a sweet white wine from the Honghe area. Let’s have a drink. The alcohol content is not high, and even children can drink it. "

Although he said so, after three rounds of drinking, Captain Wang's eyes gradually became hot, his cheeks were slightly hot, and his eyes were already tearful.

"You may not have thought that in order not to be caught, those people dared to rush directly down the nearly 90-degree valley in front... Obviously we didn't want to harm them."

Quan Heng didn't say anything, looking at the clear wine in the glass, and drank it all.

Dinner took a long time, the sound of burning firewood and the sound of summer cicadas came one after another, and the stars emerged and flickered in the high night sky, as if corresponding to some kind of secret code with the human world.

"Drink? Give me a glass."

A voice came from behind, and Jing Zhen said sitting aside.

Amu was about to speak, and she tilted her head: "You only have one-third of your stomach left, so don't drink it."

Quan Heng's hand holding the wine glass paused slightly, and he understood in his heart.