Chapter 178 There must be a little green on the head

Thinking about what happened to this guy, it was a bit miserable, Feng Qianzhuo immediately comforted him without any sincerity: "If you want to live a passable life, you must have a little green on your head!"

Li Wenxian: "..."

Not so comforting.

What exactly is this comfort to you?

Or stab a knife into his heart?

Li Wenxian was speechless.

But seeing that she didn't look sincere, he couldn't figure out something, so he wanted to ask: "Do you really think I'm miserable?"

Seeing that Feng Qianzhuo still wanted to deal with him, he couldn't help but add: "Truth!"

"It's not bad!"

"..." Li Wenxian: "Then what do you think is miserable?"

What is miserable?

Suddenly a flash of blood flashed in Feng Qianzhuo's eyes.

In her ears were the deafening shouts of killing, the sound of sprinting, and the sound of fighting... With blood splattering, her comrades kept falling around her...

There was also the devastation after the war.

Corpses were strewn across the fields, rivers of blood flowed, and limbs and arms were broken... Some comrades were not even able to save their whole bodies.

Even if some comrades-in-arms are lucky enough to survive, not to mention the fact that their disabilities and illnesses will accompany them throughout their lives. Even the psychological trauma left by the war may not be cured even in a lifetime.

What is miserable?

Ha! This is really a good question.

"When you feel miserable, just think about our martyrs, think about the Battle of Changjin Lake, think about the days when the soldiers had no food and clothing, and could only have one potato a day and sometimes even none. Think about those sacrifices,

Think of the Ice Sculpture Company..."

Blood color rolled silently in Feng Qianzhuo's eyes. She closed her eyes tightly and quietly covered up the deep pain in her eyes that could not be erased even if time and space changed, and that penetrated deep into her bones: "Then think about our lives today.

Countless martyrs paid for it with their lives and blood, so what reason do we have for not working hard, making progress, and living hard?"

"Now you are well fed, well clothed, and your arms and legs are sound. What's wrong with you?"

Li Wenxian: "..."

Li Wenxian suddenly felt ashamed.

Compared with the countless martyrs who sacrificed their lives in the past, he was just betrayed by his wife and friends, lost his family property, owed some foreign debts, and wore a cuckold on his head. It was nothing.

On the contrary, it seems a bit pointless!

Li Wenxian stopped talking and just silently applied for the establishment of the foundation.

Feng Qianzhuo said to the screen: "If you are sick and don't have money for treatment, please bring your identity certificate and apply to Agent Li when the time comes. You will definitely be cured by then!"

Even if it can't be cured, it can certainly alleviate some of the pain.

At this time, her abilities are limited and she can only earn so much money, so that’s all she can do for the time being!

But as soon as Feng Qianzhuo said this, there was a dead silence both at the scene and in the live broadcast room.

It wasn't until a long time later that a fan asked weakly: [Sister, you and I are strangers, why are you helping us like this?]

"Who said you and I don't know each other?"

When Feng Qianzhuo saw this message, she smiled lightly. Her smile was full of healing at this moment: "You and I share the same blue sky, grew up under a red flag, were born in the spring breeze, and are both sons and daughters of China.

Inherited by the same bloodline, although we are not relatives, we are better than relatives, because we are both from country Z, descendants of Yan and Huang, descendants of the dragon, so why are we strangers? "

【elder sister……】

At this moment, many netizens who were in front of their computers, mobile phones, and TVs all cried!
Chapter completed!