Dressed as a runaway wife from the 1960s

98

"I never thought that death would be... so close."

In a corner of the corridor of the hygienic station, which was dull and depressing and mixed with the smell of disinfectant, Yuan Jimei touched the wound on her thigh. Even though the incident had happened four or five days ago, her mind was still a little uneasy.

It was a rare opportunity for her to come with her senior to change the dressing today. She couldn't help but reveal the emotions that had been suppressed for several days.

Hearing this, Ning Yu, who was sitting aside and whose arm was grazed by a bullet, turned her head slightly to look at the newcomer.

Noticing her gaze, Yuan Jimei turned her head and looked at her, then forced a bitter smile: "Sister Ning, are you not afraid?"

After she stopped talking, without waiting for the other party to answer, she relaxed her body again, leaned back against the wall, and said with emotion: "The battlefield, the artillery fire... I know about the bombing and bombing, and I always think I have prepared myself mentally, but when I am really in the smoke, looking at the blood and body parts all over the ground, I still... feel scared, so I admire you, Sister Ning, you don't seem to be afraid at all."

No, not only is she not afraid, in the dangerous battlefield, she saw with her own eyes that this senior was not afraid of death and shuttled through the rain of bullets, pressing the shutter again and again.

Even if her arm was grazed by a bullet, she just wrapped it up and continued to move forward.

It seemed that the meaning of her life was to record the real war.

Thinking of this, Yuan Jimei turned around and asked again: "Are you not afraid of death?"

"Yes." Ning Yu replied softly, how could she not be afraid of death? But some things have to be done by someone.

In fact, she is not good at talking to people, and she has never comforted people, but Xiao Yuan's first time on the battlefield obviously had a psychological shadow.

So after a few breaths of silence, Ning Yu said again: "After my first time on the battlefield, my situation was similar to yours, and I had nightmares for a long time. Later, I saw more and more, so it was not strange."

Yuan Jimei did not expect this, after all, Ning Yu was a very powerful existence in her mind.

But... that's right, as long as you are a human, who is not afraid of death?

Thinking of this, Yuan Jimei suddenly felt that she was not so weak after humming for several days.

One day, she should be as powerful as Senior Ning... right?

Seeing the relaxation on her face, Ning Yu also smiled, and it was rare to have a little interest: "I thought you would submit a transfer report to the organization."

Hearing this, Yuan Jimei was a little embarrassed: "I have thought about it, but I set a deadline for myself, at least I have to stick to it for three years... Sister Ning, what about you?"

Ning Yu: "I plan to transfer at the age of 30."

Sister Ning is now 27 years old, which means it will take another three years. So, if they are lucky enough to survive, maybe they can transfer together?

Thinking of this, Yuan Jimei's eyes lit up, and just as she was about to say something, she saw the nurse waving at them.

She hurriedly stood up: "Sister Ning, it's our turn to change the dressing."

Ning Yu also saw it, she stood up, but did not rush over, but reached out to support her comrade who had injured his leg, and walked towards the little nurse together.