The Love of Passerby A

Chapter 985 The Female Supporting Character Is Lazy and Eating (5)

Qiao Weidong's comrades looked at him with concern. At this moment, Qiao Weidong sneezed loudly without any warning.

Seeing this, his comrade showed a trace of worry on his face and said hurriedly: "Platoon leader, I told you a long time ago that you should wait until your injuries are completely healed before going home.

Look at me now, my body hasn't fully recovered yet. If I rush back in such a hurry, what if I get sick?"

However, Qiao Weidong just turned his head slightly, looked at the vast sky outside the window, and said firmly: "We have to leave there sooner or later. One more day of delay means one more day of occupying the hospital bed.

There are so many injured brothers in our army waiting for treatment and recuperation, there is no need to waste time and resources on me."

"Don't call me platoon leader anymore, I'm retired!" Then, he turned his gaze back to Zhang Jianshe beside him and said slowly, "Xiao Zhang, given your current condition, you should just stay here and heal your wounds before talking about other things."

Hearing this, Zhang Jianshe, who had just chosen to let Qiao Weidong stay in the hospital for a few more days, raised his only remaining right hand and scratched his head, smiling innocently and responded, "Hey, platoon leader, I was thinking that we should go together so that we can take care of each other on the way, right?

And to be honest, it doesn’t matter where I recover from my injury. Going home will make me feel more at ease.”

It turned out that both of them were soldiers who had to retire and return home due to injuries.

Among them, Zhang Jianshe lost his left hand, and while Qiao Weidong seemed to have all his limbs intact, his right hand could not lift heavy objects and he was basically in a semi-disabled state.

Fortunately, during his hospitalization, Qiao Weidong followed the doctor's advice and persisted in exercising the function of his left hand. Now he has no problem meeting the basic needs of daily life.

"But, platoon leader, you don't have to..." Zhang Jianshe wanted to say something else but was interrupted by Qiao Weidong.

"Okay, stop talking. We've already boarded the train home. Why are you still talking about this?" Qiao Weidong's eyes were extremely firm. "I don't want to drag down the troops anymore, and I don't want to bother my comrades anymore. Don't call me platoon leader anymore. Just call me comrade."

After saying that, he turned around and leaned against the wall of the carriage, closed his eyes and rested, looking like he didn't want to continue this topic.

Zhang Jianshe looked at him and couldn't help but sighed, "I see, Comrade Qiao."

They are from the same county but not the same village. They went to the battlefield as the vanguard. Some of them did not come back, so even if they were discharged due to injuries, they are still lucky.

The train ran for a day and a night, and they finally arrived at their destination.

Some people had already gotten off the bus halfway. They were the last group, so there weren't many of them, only about a dozen or so.

As soon as he arrived at the station, Qiao Weidong was stopped by someone: "Weidong, is that you? Didn't you go to the war? Why are you back now?"

This person was none other than Qiao Weidong's father, Qiao Fu, the village chief of Anyang Village. He was supposed to meet the informed people who were going to the countryside today.

Because they arrived a little early, the educated youth had not arrived yet. Qiao Fu saw a lot of people in military uniforms at the station and took a few more glances.

His son is also a soldier, so he paid special attention to these things. However, Qiao Fu never expected that he would see his son Qiao Weidong, whom he hadn't seen for several years, in the crowd.

It was just that Qiao Fu used too much force, and the position of the pull was not very good, which directly hurt Qiao Weidong.

Qiao Weidong didn't say anything, but just frowned slightly. Zhang Jianshe next to him exclaimed: "Uncle Qiao, let go quickly. Comrade Qiao's hand is injured and can't stand your pulling like this."

"What, he's injured!" Qiao Fu is the village chief, so he knows something about the above things. He knows that there have been occasional frictions on the border some time ago, and he also knows that war will break out. Seeing his son injured, he can't help but feel worried.

He quickly grabbed Zhang Jianshe and wanted to get to the bottom of things. After all, his son was a sullen person and would be the one to cover him up even if the sky fell.

But just as he pulled Zhang Jianshe's hand, he suddenly found that the sleeve of his left hand was empty. Qiao Fu seemed to tremble as he spoke: "Zhang family boy, you..."

"Nothing!" Zhang Jianshe still showed the same silly smile he had on the train: "The other party didn't take advantage of me. He even saved his life. What's the big deal if I lose an arm?"

"Dad! Stop talking." Qiao Weidong interrupted his father and changed the subject, "Why are you at the station? I remember I didn't write to you to tell you that I was coming back!"

"The higher-ups have assigned a few educated youths to our village, and I'm here to pick them up." Qiao Fu wanted to ask his son about the situation, but was afraid of upsetting him, so he could only change the subject, "Zhang's boy, your Xiayang Village didn't get any educated youths this time.

You can take our village's ox cart back home! It's inconvenient for you to carry the luggage by yourself."