The War of Resistance

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

Zhang Zimu, who was sitting in the carriage, paid no attention to the skin of the dustpan, but straightened the padded jacket under his neck for him.

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

"I said, little dustpan, those brothers of yours are not very honest! After we save you, you will be like them!" Zhang Zimu said after tidying up the little dustpan.

"Are you honest? You honestly call me a basket?" Little Dustpan said dissatisfied.

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

"How could it be the same?" The little dustpan quit, "Didn't your adults teach you that the dustpan is for dumping soil and collecting grain, and the basket is for holding dry tobacco for the old lady?"

"Who told you to call your savior a chick?" Zhang Zimu was definitely the one who spoke to you.

"Aren't you a chick? Don't you?" The little dustpan laughed.

Since the little dustpan woke up, there were only two people who talked to him the most.

One is Shi Xiaowan and the other is Zhang Zimu.

He greeted Shi Xiaowan for nothing more than eating, drinking and messing around, there was no way for him, at least for now he couldn't take care of himself.

The reason why Zhang Zimu talked to him a lot was because Zhang Zimu was the nurse who took care of him, and on the other hand, Zhang Zimu wanted to know his experience of beating devils.

"No one talks to you, talk about you beating devils." Zhang Zimu is no longer confused with the little dustpan.

"Oh, I've already told you, what's there to say about that, it's so bloody." The little dustpan still refused to talk.

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

It's just that Zhang Zimu's expression became the kind of child who wants to talk to adults in the eyes of the little dustpan.

It is undeniable that Zhang Zimu looks good.

Those big eyes and those long eyelashes are flickering, and she has a baby face.

People with such a face look very young no matter how they look, but in fact Zhang Zimu is not much smaller than the little dustpan.

"Who am I talking to? Oh my god, I was scared to death." The little dustpan pouted.

"You're talking to a nurse who watches soldiers dying every day, a nurse who sees all the bits and pieces of your body, you're giving me blood? Who are you scaring?" It's really not good.

The little dustpan fell silent, what Zhang Zimu said was the truth.

Afterwards, he also knew that in order to save his life, doctors from the Northwest Army performed a major operation on him.

For a major operation, he would have to strip him naked, so Zhang Zimu said that he saw the bits and pieces on his body, there is absolutely nothing wrong with that!

But still the same sentence, Zhang Zimu didn't feel embarrassed, so the one who was embarrassed could only be the pure boy, Little Dustpan.

"Why don't you talk?

Aren't you quite capable? I thought you were seriously injured and couldn't talk much, but now you're fine, your brother came to see and fiddle with you, so it's okay if you don't talk this time! "Zhang Zimu chased after him fiercely.  …

The little dustpan didn't expect Zhang Zimu to be so difficult, so he kept silent, but he didn't say anything because he was afraid that Zhang Zimu would continue to quarrel with him, so his eyeballs swiped in their sockets.

"Speak, I know you are not dumb." Zhang Zimu looked at the little dustpan's expression and knew that the little dustpan was thinking of something.

Sure enough, after a while, she heard the little dustpan calling: "Little stone bowl, little stone bowl, come here."

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

As soon as Shi Xiaowan said "gaha", Zhang Zimu wanted to laugh.

In the past few days, she has become familiar with Xiao Dupan and Shi Xiaowan. She knows that Shi Xiaowan is not from the Northeast, but now he is full of Northeast flavors, and he has learned a strange accent.

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

"Ah? I'm going to pee again! Did you catch a cold? Didn't you let your godfather just finish pouring it for you?" Shi Xiaowan said worriedly.

"Godfather, you're a godfather when you urinate on me, but you're not a godfather when you don't urinate." Little Dustpan said disapprovingly, it turned out that he had asked old hat Wang to serve him before, and he would tear down the bridge after crossing the river plan.

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

"Uncle Wang." Shi Xiaowan answered quickly.

"Fart old Uncle Wang, call me old man!" said the little dustpan with some complacency.

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

"Fart! What kind of relationship is it? His daughter is still in Aunt Wang's stomach. I don't know when she was born!" The little dustpan said again.

"Humans can give birth to a baby in October, so it can be calculated, so how can it be possible that they 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 the little dustpan said was true, then the little dustpan would have to be more than twenty years older than his future wife.

"I'm pregnant in October, hehe, I'm still a cat and a dog." Seeing that she had bluffed Li Nannan, the little dustpan became a little proud.

Dear, this chapter is not finished, there is another page ^0^ "How can humans and cats and dogs be compared together?" Then Li Nannan has not turned the corner yet.

But at this moment, Li Zimu stretched out his hand and asked for the pot in Shi Xiaowan's hand.

"Little Dustpan, don't you want to pee? Hurry up and tell me a story when you finish peeing." Zhang Zimu stared at the little dustpan and said.

"Ah—" the little dustpan was stunned.

Where did he want to piss, he just didn't want Zhang Zimu to pester him about beating devils.

That's why he said to pee.

As for the reasons, first, when she said peeing, Zhang Zimu, a chick, was impossible to look at even if she was a nurse. Second, find another topic for yourself to divert from the topic of beating devils.

But he didn't expect that Zhang Zimu was still holding on, and at this moment, when he looked at Zhang Zimu's twinkling eyes, he also revealed a trace of cunning eyes. He knew that his little trick should be seen through by this chick.

However, Xiao Dupan still had luck in his heart, he was stunned for a while and said: "I can't untie my belt."

Yes, Little Dustpan is still hanging around his neck with a bandage on one arm, and he is seriously injured. It is unrealistic for you to ask him to do it himself. …

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

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

"That, that can't be done!" The little dustpan was at a loss when he saw that Zhang Zimu had really made a move.

How could the little dustpan allow Zhang Zimu to 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 so, if you don't tell me about your beating devils, then Shi Xiaowan will go back, and 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, and he was naturally bowing.

The little dustpan's eyes met Zhang Zimu's.

It would be a stretch to say that the little dustpan at this time looked at Zhang Zimu's beautiful eyes and felt like he was getting an electric shock.

He saw the seriousness in Zhang Zimu's eyes, the kind of thing that if he didn't talk about beating devils~www.readwn.com~ people really want to undress and untie themselves before helping out, don't care if it's Dagong or Xiaogong Congratulations.

This chick seems to be more stubborn than me.

The little dustpan finally lost its way, and he knew he had lost.

What does this feeling look like? This kind of situation is like in a public place where a mature man and a mature woman talk nasty and fart with a mature woman, and the man just moves his mouth to take advantage of the verbal advantage.

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

"It's gone, it's gone." The little dustpan was helpless.

"Should we talk about beating devils?" Zhang Zimu still did not let go of the hand that was pressing on the belt of the small dustpan.

"Talk." The little dustpan replied.

The conscience of heaven and earth, no matter when the little dustpan fell into the grass and turned into a bearded brat, or when he became a member of the Northeast Army, he has never been so honest!

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^