He Xiaoping was changing Wang Zhong's dressing. The injuries on his arms and calves had almost recovered, and the wounds were almost healed. However, the bones of his right arm were also affected and needed to rest for a while before they could heal.

Then there is the thigh injury, which is the most serious and recovers the slowest.

Wang Zhong didn't feel embarrassed when he saw He Xiaoping who had taken off her pants and was carefully wrapping gauze.

The injured man lying next to Wang Zhong with two broken legs suddenly asked, "Company Commander, I heard that the cultural troupe is coming over to perform a condolence performance tonight, will you go and see it?"

This was a soldier in Wang Zhong's company. He was not as lucky as Wang Zhong. His leg was directly blown off by the enemy's mortar and he almost lost his life.

"Condolence performance?" Wang Zhong looked at He Xiaoping doubtfully.

"Yes!" He Xiaoping nodded in agreement, still carefully wrapping gauze on Wang Zhong's leg, but there was no reaction.

"Go, why don't you go!" Wang Chong said with a smile.

"Where the company commander goes, I will go too!"

"Xiaoping, let's go see him together tonight?" Wang Zhong invited He Xiaoping.

"This condolences performance is to express condolences to you fighting heroes. I am not a fighting hero!" The gauze has been wrapped, and He Xiaoping said while helping Wang Zhong put on his pants.

"Those who charge at the front line are heroes, those who take care of our wounded in the back, and those who save lives and heal the wounded are also heroes. We just have different divisions of labor," Wang Zhong said.

"The company commander is right!" Wang Zhong's words were directly recognized by the wounded next to him. "Nurse Xiao He, if it weren't for you, we would have met the King of Hell long ago."

He Xiaoping said nothing and sorted the medicines in the tray.

Wang Zhong said, "Look at me like this. If you weren't there to take care of me, would I have gone?"

The wounded comrades nearby looked at this scene and couldn't help covering their mouths and snickering.

After so many days, no matter how stupid you are, you can tell that there is something fishy between the two.

In the evening, Wang Zhong was using a cane and He Xiaoping was pushing a wheelchair. On the wheelchair sat the wounded man whose legs were blown off. The three of them came to the auditorium in front of the stage.

Backstage, Hao Shuwen, Lin Dingding and others looked at Wang Zhong and He Xiaoping in front of the stage, their expressions were not very good.

Lin Dingding, in particular, looked the most ugly.

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A month later, Wang Zhong's injury completely recovered.

Wang Zhong performed outstandingly in many escort missions. In several encounters with the enemy, he was fearless in the face of danger, commanded appropriately, and performed bravely. Wang Zhong alone killed more than forty enemies and crushed them many times.

He was awarded the second-class individual merit for maliciously sabotaging our army's material transportation plan. Wang Zhong's transportation company also stood out among the transportation troops and received a collective third-class merit.

As a result, Wang Zhong was promoted to the first-level deputy battalion, which was favored by several direct superiors.

If Wang Zhong had stayed in the army, he would have done well.

But Wang Zhong applied for demobilization at this time.

He Xiaoping also received commendations for her outstanding performance.

Moreover, with the presence of Wang Zhong, He Xiaoping was not as expected in the original plot, which led to mental problems.

It was already the middle of 1979, and the news of the disbandment of the art troupe also reached their ears.

...In the barracks, He Xiaoping was helping Wang Zhong pack his things, "Where are we going?"

Wang Zhong looked at her, "Where do you want to go?"

"Is there anyone you want to see?"

He Xiaoping moved her hands for a moment, her face darkened, with a bit of melancholy and depression in her expression. She raised her eyes and looked at Wang Zhong and said, "I want to go see my dad!"

"I'll go with you!" Wang Zhong said.

"Yeah!" He Xiaoping's father was once the only concern and hope in her heart, and the only spiritual pillar that supported her strength until now.

Wang Zhong suddenly remembered the military uniform photo that He Xiaoping tore up and stuffed under the floor.

After Wang Zhong recovered from his injury, the two naturally came together. They walked together in a tacit understanding without expressing their feelings, "Xiao Ping! Before going to see your father, let's go back to the art troupe!"

"The Palindrome Corps?"

He Xiaoping looked at Wang Zhong in confusion, "Why are you going back? Haven't all the art troupes been disbanded?"

Wang Zhong smiled and said, "Do you still remember that photo of you in military uniform?"

He Xiaoping was stunned for a moment, not expecting Wang Zhong to suddenly say this, "Let's go get it back!"

"How do you know that photo is in the art troupe?" He Xiaoping really couldn't figure out how Wang Zhong knew about this. Not to mention Wang Zhong, even the few in their dormitory, except He Xiaoping herself, no one knew about it.

The photo was left under the dormitory floor.

"Silly girl!" Wang Zhong said with a smile, "That's your first military uniform photo, why are you willing to throw it away?"

He Xiaoping looked at Wang Zhong, and for some reason, although her heart felt warm, her nose suddenly became sore, and tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes.

"Why are you so nice to me?"

Seeing He Xiaoping's eyes filled with tears, Wang Zhong felt an inexplicable desire for protection in his heart. He subconsciously stepped forward, opened his arms, took her into his arms, and stroked the back of her black-haired head with his right hand.

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"Of course it's because I like it! Otherwise, why would you think it's because of that!" Wang Zhong said bluntly.

Before he finished speaking, Wang Zhong could feel the beauty in his arms stiffen. He Xiaoping mustered up her courage and found strength to break free from Wang Zhong's arms. She looked up at Wang Zhong and asked, "I'm not just dreaming, am I?"

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Wang Zhong smiled and said, "If you are dreaming, then this is a dream that you will never wake up from."

He Xiaoping suddenly staggered back a few steps, tears in her eyes couldn't stop falling down her cheeks, "I...I...I'm not worthy of you!"

As he spoke, he stepped back and shook his head repeatedly.

But before she could retreat, a big hand stretched out and held her wrist.

Wang Zhong stepped forward, grabbed He Xiaoping's arm, lowered his head and looked into He Xiaoping's eyes, and said seriously and gently, "Xiao Ping, don't feel inferior, let alone belittle yourself. In my eyes, you deserve all the good things in the world."

"I was too stupid before. I only had Lin Dingding in my eyes, but I didn't realize that the most beautiful girl in the world was always by my side."

He Xiaoping's heart was in a state of confusion after being told by Wang Zhong, her mind went blank, and she subconsciously wanted to break free from Wang Zhong's hand.

But Wang Zhong used a little force and pulled her into his arms again, holding her tightly and resting his chin on her shoulder. In an instant, all the defenses in He Xiaoping's heart were broken, and her hands couldn't help but climb onto Wang Zhong's body.

back.

...Neither of them spoke, nor did they need to use words to express anything.

He Xiaoping's heart, which was riddled with cold scorn, ridicule and prejudice, had been completely pried open by Wang Zhong.

Early the next morning, the two took a ride back to the city and arrived at the art troupe's station.

Standing on the road, looking at the familiar gate, Wang Zhong didn't feel anything. Although he had integrated Liu Feng's memory, he did not inherit Liu Feng's feelings. Naturally, he would not have any feelings for the art troupe, but after all, he was

The place where Liu Feng stayed for many years was a bit emotional.

But He Xiaoping's mood was complicated.

This place once held her dreams, but later she discovered that what she once called a dream was just a girl's unrealistic fantasy.

First, it was far more cruel than I expected, and the cultural troupe was not as beautiful as I expected.

But luckily!

He Xiaoping turned to look at Wang Zhong beside her, grinning.

The two walked into the gate. Today's art troupe has long lost the hustle and bustle of the past.

Although it was only a few months, to He Xiaoping, it seemed like a century had passed.

"Liu Feng! Xiaoping?"

A voice full of surprise woke up He Xiaoping from her daze, who was remembering the past.

"tassel!"

"Why are you here?" Xiao Suizi was extremely surprised to see the two of them.

Wang Zhong said, "Aren't we both going to be demobilized? Let's come back and take a look before we leave."

"Are you both going to be demobilized?"

Xiao Suizi was very surprised: "Liu Feng, aren't you a fighting hero? As for the second-class meritorious service, I heard that you have been promoted to deputy battalion. Chen Can's father also said that several chiefs are very optimistic about you!"

"After the war is over, I also want to live a normal life with Xiaoping." Wang Zhong explained.

"You..." Xiao Suizi became even more surprised, looking back and forth between the two of them.

He Xiaoping was a little shy.

Wang Zhong was very magnanimous and said calmly, "We are going to get married when we go back this time."

"Congratulations, congratulations!" Although it was unexpected, Xiao Suizi was still happy for the two of them, and congratulated them with cupped hands and fists.

"It's a pity that I'm going to Yanjing soon, otherwise I can still drink your wedding wine." Xiao Suizi felt a little regretful.

"Going back to Yanjing? Are you also retired from the army?" He Xiaoping asked doubtfully.

Although the art troupe was disbanded, not all of the original members were directly discharged from the army; most of them were transferred to other units.
To be continued...