Lin Yutong stopped talking and patted the child on the shoulder: "Slowly realize it!"

Duanyang watched his mother easily lift the curtain and return to the house. He couldn't help but feel a little more admiration and admiration in his eyes: What he lacked was this kind of calmness. No matter what they faced or what they were about to face, they could be so calm.

Calmly. But I am afraid that I will never be able to achieve this state in my life.

The Gregorian year has passed and the Spring Festival is coming soon.

But the tasks on the lower third line were tight, and it was impossible to wait until after the New Year before leaving. Halfway through the twelfth lunar month, military trucks were slowly driven out of the factory at night. There were no gongs and drums, and no warm farewell.

.Everyone put on their backpacks and luggage, climbed into the truck silently, and set off in the snowy cold night.

They went there to prepare for war. They had to be hidden, so that everyone would know what they couldn't publicize.

So they left quietly, causing only a little stir in Zhongyuan Heavy Industry, and then it was quickly blown away by the New Year's wind.

At least, the public's attention is no longer on them.

This year’s Chinese New Year has a special atmosphere.

It had been promised a long time ago that he would not go back to the Lin family to celebrate the New Year this year. But the fourth master received a call from Lin Baichuan, saying that he must go back to celebrate the New Year. Such a serious tone was the first time in these years.

The two of them didn't know what happened, so they simply packed up their things early and went to Lin's house.

Lin Baichuan only asked Fourth Master to go to the study, and no one else was allowed to come near.

Fourth Master looked through the briefing paper handed over by Lin Baichuan, then raised his head with a bit of surprise, "What... do you want?"

Lin Baichuan looked a little anxious: "...It's precisely because I don't know that I'm a little anxious."

Fourth Master sighed, he did not expect that Lin Baichuan would be a subordinate of the old chief.

There are some things that the following people will not know, but at Lin Baichuan's level, he can still hear some rumors. It should be that he smelled something different from it.

Lin Baichuan sighed: "I called you here just to... entrust your mother and old lady to you. If possible, take them back to their hometown temporarily. As for me... I have been here through ups and downs over the years, and there is nothing I can't stand.

…”

But the fourth master shook his head: "Well, wouldn't this make people suspicious?" He looked at Lin Baichuan and said, "Are you...sick?"

What?

Lin Baichuan was stunned for a moment: "Are you sick?"

After asking, he slowly frowned: "You want me to disarm and return to my field?"

If you can avoid disarming and returning to the field, of course it's better to disarm and return to the field. But I'm just afraid! You can't escape even if you disarm and return to the field!

Before waiting for his son-in-law's answer, Lin Baichuan's expression became solemn: "Is it that serious?"

"I'm afraid it's more serious than you expected." Fourth Master said.

Lin Baichuan paced around the room, and after a long time he sighed: "Yinzhen, I have been through life and death these years, but I have never been a deserter."

This is not a deserter. The fourth master only said: "Only by keeping a low profile can one keep a low profile. Knowing that there is going to be a storm, but insisting on standing on the cusp of it... is something that a wise man will not take."

Lin Baichuan waved his hand: "You ask me to think about it, and you ask me to think about it again." After saying that, he looked at the girl again: "The wind is really blowing, and this family is entrusted to you."

After returning home, Fourth Master told Lin Yutong about his conversation with Lin Baichuan. She was indeed a little surprised: "...his sense of smell is so keen?"

It's quite sharp.

Now it just depends on how he chooses.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Lin Baichuan became ill for the first time.

I have a headache, it hurts terribly.

The other people in the family didn't know that when the person was sent to the military hospital, Dayuan called Dayao, Lin Yutong and Xiaoxing, "Dad has never been like this..."

Lin Yutong and Fourth Master rushed over in a panic. When they arrived, they were lying on the hospital bed, looking groggy.

The doctor said outside: "...there was shrapnel in my head, but I couldn't remove it back then. In fact, given the current conditions, it's better not to remove it. Over the years, I have only occasionally experienced headaches, dizziness, and no other symptoms."

Now that the film has been filmed, there are no signs of deterioration for the time being..."

"But my dad is in so much pain!" Xiaoxing was anxious. What did the doctor mean? "My dad is in such a position. If he couldn't bear it anymore, would he come to the hospital?"

Yes! That’s right!

"The most complex thing in the human body is the brain." The doctor pointed to the head, "It's hard to say what kind of lesions it will cause. Lin Jun | If you have this condition, you just can't work too hard. Otherwise, let's observe it in the hospital for a week.

, let’s see what happens.”

This is a good idea.

So everyone knows that Lin Jun's old injuries have relapsed, and the shrapnel on his head cannot be removed. Now he is so tortured that he can hardly get out of bed. Didn't you see that Factory Director Jin and Director Lin ran to the city every night?

Zhao Ping felt sorry for him: "My injury was severe at the time, but now it has no future consequences. Who knew Lin Jun would grow up with him..."

Lin Yutong only said: Yes! Yes! But it is not easy to be alive and not get worse for so many years.

After staying for a week, everything seemed to be fine. As a result, some old comrades from the grassroots came, and everyone talked about the sacrificed comrades. Maybe they were too excited, and Commander Lin started to have a headache again that night.

Chang Qiuyun was waiting on the side, watching him drink two large bottles of hot water in an air-conditioned room covered with a thick quilt. When his head started to sweat, he covered his head and cried out that it hurt, and his eyes squirmed slightly.

It flashed.

She still looked very anxious and called the doctor. Then the doctor came over and saw that her hands were sweaty when she stretched out her hands, her forehead was wet, and when she opened her clothes, they seemed to be wet.

The doctor said: "...change the quilt to a thinner one."

Chang Qiuyun held it down with one hand: "When the window was closed, I didn't cover him with a quilt. He didn't want to feel stuffy at night, so he wanted to open the window, so he needed a thick quilt. It's not heat, it's pain."

But for this kind of pain, apart from prescribing some analgesics and anti-inflammatory drugs, what else can I use?

Without surgery, any treatment is useless.

The doctor started taking painkillers again, and then said: "The patient should not be tired or excited...be careful in the future."

Chang Qiuyun took the medicine with her own hands and shouted: "Baichuan, take the medicine." But she held the medicine in her hand and did not feed it at all. She only made a feeding gesture, and then gave her a sip of water.

Lin Baichuan swallowed it in one gulp, waved his hands and told everyone to go out. Then he opened his eyes a little and said softly: "Did you see it?"

Think I'm stupid!

"Do you know how worried I am?" Chang Qiuyun scolded him, "Why don't you pretend? You are pretending to be sick!"

Lin Baichuan shushed: "Don't make any noise... I'm sorry to you and my parents for those ten years or so. I've never been a deserter despite the hail of bullets! I'll attack wherever I can't conquer, and I'll bite wherever there is a hard nut."

.As long as I give an order, there will be mountains of swords and seas of fire, and I have never frowned. But now...not that time...we are all comrades...comrades together...there is no so-called enemy...I think, my little thought

A desertion...just for my mother, you and the children..."

"What happened?" Chang Qiuyun was a little anxious.

Lin Baichuan frowned, then shook his head gently: "You just think that I want to disband and return to the fields. Find a clean place, with two acres of wasteland at the door, provide for my mother until she is old, and accompany you at sunrise and sunset. When you have free time, tell your grandchildren.

Just kidding...you don’t have to worry about anyone anymore.”

Chang Qiuyun put his hand on the man's forehead, and then patted him: "It's up to you! It's fine no matter what, even if you go back to your hometown to farm, there's nothing wrong with it. Again, I don't want more than that.

The whole family is safe and sound."

Lin Baichuan's situation is that of a patient whose condition cannot be determined. If he says he is sick, he is sick. You can't say he is not sick. If he says he is not sick, he is not sick. No one can treat him as a patient.

What to do in the end?

The local military hospital had no choice but to send him to Beijing.

I stayed in Beijing for almost a month. Domestic experts and foreign experts consulted frequently, and they came to the same conclusion. The risk of surgery is too high. Although I have occasional headaches now, and the headaches are unbearable, at least my life is safe.

worry.

However, in view of this situation, Lin Baichuan is temporarily unable to participate in work.

So he was given a year's leave to recuperate in a sanatorium.

Where is the sanatorium?

There is one in Cuiyun Mountain on the outskirts of the city, and the level is not low. It was a palace in the Tang Dynasty, and Jiang used to stay here. There are only a dozen villas on the mountain, and four or five people with outstanding achievements live there.

There is a regiment of guards at the bottom of the mountain. It is not that easy to go up the mountain.

While peeling oranges, Jiao Yang watched the flowers and plants at the entrance of the villa being transplanted, and his grandfather, who was preparing to plant vegetables, asked, "Are you really sick?"

"Is it possible to be sick?" Lin Baichuan answered seriously.

Jiao Yang pursed his lips: "Your head doesn't hurt anymore?"

"It usually hurts at night." Lin Baichuan continued to work in his vegetable garden, sweating like rain, as if he was going to do a big job.

Jiaoyang hehehe: Liar! He snores louder than anyone else at night and dares to say he has a headache.

She blinked: Why do adults pretend to be sick?

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It took more than an hour to finish eating. When other children eat, he eats, when other children read early in the morning, he still eats, when other children start classes, he continues to eat. When I imagine him deliberately chewing slowly just to waste time, I feel like

I'm so angry. How did a person like me give birth to a child who calmly eats his food under the watchful eyes of so many teachers and classmates... It's hard to understand! I have to slow down and see first. I'll adjust my mood. Tomorrow
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