Nan Zhongmei looked a little confused. Zhou Weiguo took her to the sofa, let her sit down and explained in a low voice: "Once, she was a eldest lady like you, with very good skin, but now."
Her skin isn't bad now either. But that's it.
Running outside every day, without the warmth of Cheng Jin's home and a lot of skin care products to take care of her, how could her skin be any better? Just like her own, the places exposed to the outside are no longer as good as they used to be.
So tender and white.
The only thing I can be proud of is the area covered by my clothes. Otherwise, I really can’t see it.
"Should I give you an injection? Without that condition, there is really nothing we can do. Now that we have that condition, why should we let ourselves suffer?" Zhou Weiguo asked with concern when he saw that Nan Zhongmei did not dare to move his arm.
Nan Zhongmei turned her head and shook her head: "No need, it hurts, so you can get used to it."
"Don't you want to hurry up? After all, we have to wait for a few days before we start taking action. If you can't get better soon, then you can only rest at home. There are a lot of delicious food in Kyoto, and I'm afraid you can't go out.
have eaten."
Zhou Weiguo persuaded from another angle.
Nam Chung-mi is also a strong person and wants to experience being hurt, but there is really no need to experience this. Or, she has already experienced it.
No matter where the bayonet penetrates, the feeling will be the same. Next, if you are injured, it will be to this extent.
Having said that, it's not like she hasn't been injured before.
When Nan Zhongmei thought it made sense, she nodded; "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Zhou Weiguo took Nan Zhongmei to the second floor, took off her clothes, found anesthetic and injected it into her, then smiled and said, "Rest in peace, I have to meet someone this afternoon."
Bitch?
Nan Zhongmei frowned; "How many people are yours here?"
"It's not my person, it's my collaborator. Fujino is also one of them. I will tell you about the other person when the time comes. Just rest peacefully. I will come back to accompany you for dinner in the evening."
Zhou Weiguo covered her with the quilt, turned around and went downstairs.
When she saw Fujino Hideko was about to change into her own women's clothes, she hummed and frowned: "You can only wear men's clothes now, not women's clothes. Don't forget that you are a dead person. Your appearance, the people around you,
I'm afraid many people know that if you change into women's clothing, it may cause trouble for your family."
Fujino Hideko was a little depressed. She had not been able to wear loose clothes on the boat for a long time. Now that she was back home, she thought she could go on the boat, but...
"Okay, I'll wear the same thing no matter what. If you really want to, then wear it at night." Zhou Weiguo walked to the drink, opened a bottle of beer and took a sip; "Maybe you should improve your appearance."
"Then I'd better wear men's clothes." It's so uncomfortable. It's terrible to have those things stained on my body. It's not easy to clean up.
Zhou Weiguo smiled and said nothing, but looked up at the time.
It was only after eleven o'clock. He closed his eyes with a hum and said to Hideko Fujino, "It's four o'clock."
"I got it." Fujino Hideko sat across from him, glanced at Zhou Weiguo, and started talking to his mother about what happened there.
She spoke calmly, but Fujino's wife was frightened when she heard it.
There was constant artillery fire, and people were dying at any time. Sometimes when walking, no matter how much they moved, they would step on corpses. In order to hide, they would lie on the ground and be unable to move for a long time.
How could my daughter endure it?
"Daughter, you have suffered." Fujino's wife looked at Zhou Weiguo.
Zhou Weiguo didn't sleep. He felt Fujino's wife looking at him and opened his eyes: "I said it's useless. You have to ask your daughter if she is willing to stay here."
"Mom, I'm going with Brother Zhou. I'm already dead in this family. I can't bring you any trouble. If I can come back to see you once, that's God's gift to me. You don't have to worry about me. I'm over there.
, Sister Xiao and the others are very good to me, and brother Takeshita Jun, they all protect me well even if I don’t have any tasks, and I have never been hurt.”
"But who can tell clearly what happened on the battlefield?" Fujino's wife lamented.
She really didn't want her daughter to leave her, but in her family, it seemed that there really was no place for Xiuzi. Whether he was here or in her hometown, he was just a wooden sign.
Zhou Weiguo didn't know what the next two people said, but in a daze, he heard Fujino Hideko calling him: "Brother Zhou, it's time."
Zhou Weiguo got up and went outside, touched his face and glanced at her: "I'm going to see Miyamoto, just stay at home. I'll be back in the evening."
The tavern is still the same as before, with a few wine jars still placed outside. As soon as you step inside, the aroma of wine wafts out.
When the boss who was seeing off guests saw Zhou Weiguo, he immediately greeted him, "Mr. Zhou, please come inside."
"You are still in this position, doesn't Miyamoto intend to promote you?"
"The patriarch gave this hidden place to the villain, which shows his trust in the villain." The shopkeeper's words made Zhou Weiguo nod; "Yes, this is his secret bitch's place, he can let you here, indeed
This is the greatest trust in you."
After saying that, Zhou Weiguo handed him a small gold bracelet; "I came in a hurry this time and didn't bring anything good. Take it back and give it to your wife. Is he here yet?"
"The clan leader hasn't arrived yet, but he comes here every day. The wine is also warmed for him, please Mr. Zhou."
Zhou Weiguo was caught in the private room created by Miyamoto.
The private room is no different from the previous arrangements, except that the cushions have been changed.
After taking off his shoes, Zhou Weiguo entered the room alone. Not long after, the shopkeeper brought the food in and put it inside.
Zhou Weiguo drank there alone and waited.
Not long after, a man walked in.
Zhou Weiguo raised his eyes and smiled: "It seems to be a little whiter than last time, and there are a lot more wrinkles."
Miyamoto chuckled; "As the head of a family, there are always too many problems to solve. Of course there won't be any good ones. As for the truth, it's because I'm not like you, and I often hang out in the sun.
.”
Miyamoto sat cross-legged across from Zhou Weiguo, poured some white wine and Zhou Weiguo took a sip, and then asked in confusion: "Why did you come here this time? I haven't heard about it. What's the big operation over there? As for the 11th Army,
I think there are hundreds of thousands of people in your ninth theater, so intercepting them should be no problem."
"Ashamed, I came here this time for family matters."
Housework?
Miyamoto put down his wine glass without understanding; "Let's be clear. You don't seem to be a person who is threatened because of your family. It's Tekko. What did it do to you?"