Later, Yinfeng specially asked Hua Ling to stand in front of the pharmacy and take a photo with Crow. Although it was black and white, Hua Ling's hair color was the most special.
Zhang Lu put this photo in a photo frame and kept it with her wedding photos, her dance photos and the pendant.
Many years later, Zhang Lu was already an old woman in her eighties, and she still vaguely remembered the pendant and the yellowed photo.
She once met a god. Although the god was full of white hair, he was a handsome young man who looked to be in his early twenties.
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"Just tell her this, don't you worry about her telling her later?" Lu Ya looked at Hua Ling in confusion.
Hua Ling sat back on the chair: "She won't tell anyone."
Lu Ya didn't understand why Hua Ling trusted Zhang Lu so much, but that being the case, it didn't matter.
Until later, the war happened.
Shanghai was controlled as an economic hub. Hua Ling took everything he could take with him before that, and flew away together with Lu Ya like crows.
Lu Ya: "Aren't you going to help them fight back?"
Hua Ling: “As a ‘Mr. Zhong’?”
No matter what, I have to change my identity or let them forget about me, or find a way to join the army.
In fact, Hua Ling wanted to live far away in the mountains. Anyway, he would win the battle in the end, and what he did had nothing to do with them.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
Two gunshots were fired, one hit and one missed.
Hua Ling's wings were shot and he leaned forward. Lu Ya quickly followed Hua Ling's trajectory and flew down.
"My accuracy is good, I hit one."
"That's right, don't look at who I am. Hey, can the crow eat it? Let's go catch it?"
"It's possible, but it's so far behind..."
"Hey! You two, go away and forget about the birds!"
It was two men in khaki military uniforms who smiled and looked at the crow that was shot down by one of them. From a distance, they watched one crow fall after being hit by a gun, and the other crow also flew down after seeing its partner fall.
They seemed to be just testing their accuracy for fun.
After hearing someone calling them, they got into the car and left with the others. The man who fired the gun sighed slightly: "It's a pity that I haven't eaten crow meat. How about giving it a try next time?"
After landing, Hua Ling heard the sound of the motorcade driving away before turning into a human form. She covered her arm that had been shot and gritted her teeth: "F*ck..."
"The gun seems to be still inside, can I help you take it out?"
Lu Ya said that he wanted to turn into a human form, but Hua Ling suddenly grabbed Lu Ya and prevented him from moving, warning softly: "There is someone."
Sure enough, from the opposite direction where the soldiers left, there was the sound of footsteps stepping on the grass step by step, accompanied by the sounds of scythes harvesting plants.
After letting go of Lu Ya, Hua Ling held the inner side of his arm where he was shot, pursed his lips and frowned. To outsiders, Hua Ling might have hoped to alleviate his pain, but in fact, Hua Ling was forcing his body to recover.
The speed slows down.
The speed really slowed down, and blood gradually flowed out, turning Hua Ling's forearm red.
Hua Ling was wearing a sleeveless dress, and there were some blood stains on the lower side of the dress.
Suddenly, a head popped out from the direction of the sound. It was a man in his early twenties. When he saw Hua Ling, Hua Ling was facing him. He kept holding his arms and let his arms hang down slowly.
Slowly stand up from the ground.
When the man saw Hua Ling's blood-stained arm, he quickly put away the sickle without caring about anything else, and trotted to Hua Ling: "You...you were shot?"
"Well..." Hua Ling had a painful expression on his face, and there was sweat on his forehead. He explained with a grimace, "I threw the Japanese pirates away without stopping. They should have driven away."
This is under a slope. There is a road that can be driven just above the slope, but it would be quite dangerous if it falls.
Hua Ling did have bruises on her body caused by a sudden fall, which had not healed, and her hair was a mess.
The man naturally believed Hua Ling's words. He helped Hua Ling stand upright and said, "This is not far from my village. I will take you to the village to get bandaged."
Hua Ling nodded.
Lu Ya flew into the sky and left the two people's sight under the man's gaze.
Hua Ling was led by a man to the village where he lived. The man called to the aunt at the entrance of the village: "There is a man who was hit in the arm by a Japanese pirate's gun. He is bleeding a lot. Call someone quickly!"
The aunt saw Hua Ling's arm and heard the man's words. She hurriedly ran into the village and shouted: "Someone was beaten by a Japanese pirate with a gun! Mr. He! Mr. He!"
Hua Ling endured the pain and asked the man: "Mr. He is...?"
The man introduced to Hua Ling: "That's the doctor in our village. He treats all major and minor illnesses in the village. His medical skills are very good."
"That's right..." Hua Ling nodded in understanding.
The man led Hua Ling to a bench by the well in the village. At this time, a group of people came to the two of them. Among them was an old man with white hair. Although there were countless wrinkles on his face,
But his back is straight and his body bones look very strong.
The old man walked up to Hua Ling and gently raised Hua Ling's red arm. The blood on his palm was almost dry, and the blood from the wound was still flowing out.
"Hiss..." When the old man raised Hua Ling's arm, Hua Ling felt that the bullet left in his arm seemed to have moved, and she took a breath of pain.
"The bullet should still be in the arm, we need to take it out first." Mr. He frowned and added a few more wrinkles, and looked at Hua Ling's wounds with a sigh.
Mr. He called two people to get his tools and herbs, then sat next to Hua Ling and looked at his arms and hair color.
"Young man, your hair is very special." Mr. He stroked his beard and reached out to caress Hua Ling's white hair.
"It's quite special. He is so young and has silver hair..." Hua Ling smiled sheepishly.
Mr. He nodded and asked, "You must have had a serious illness when you were a child. Is your hair color a sequelae?"
"How do you know?" That's not the case. After all, Hua Ling only used such a lie after thinking about it. But this old gentleman is a very powerful person if he can think of it all at once.
Mr. He looked at Hua Ling with a smile: "I just thought of an old friend."
Old friend? Hua Ling was puzzled and quietly pried into what the other party was thinking, and saw a scene that surprised him.
The old gentleman in front of him was Hua Beichen, but he didn't actually see who Hua Ling was, and just assumed that he was a poor person.
After getting the tool, Hua Ling obediently listened to Mr. He's words and put his arm flat on the edge of the well. Mr. He thrust a tool into Hua Ling's arm, and Hua Ling turned her head and covered her mouth to prevent herself from shouting.
It really hurts! Hua Ling wailed inwardly.
After piercing it, tentatively search for the bullet inside. After confirming it by poking something hard and small, use another tool to insert it and pinch out the bullet.
The clamped bullet was bloody and contained some muscle tissue.
Some of the onlookers vomited on the spot after seeing the bloody bullets and pink muscles. Others looked pitifully at Hua Ling, who was bearing everything at the moment. Several children were so scared that they cried.