I, A Soldier in the Field, A Ghost in the Smoke!

The old man shook his head.

"My children, my daughter-in-law, my granddaughter and my wife were all killed by gastroenterologists. Are you wondering why my relatives were killed by gastroenterologists, but I still treat these children so good?"

"Ok……"

"Because... these children should not be burdened by the burdens that do not belong to them. They are victims, not perpetrators, but as victims of gastrointestinal invasion, they still have to Being hurt by victims of another camp, the people of this generation have been distorted. By the way, boy, is your name Chen Yan? Although I don’t understand the meaning of this name, I think it should be a good name, I It's called Nakamura."

The old man Nakamura smiled and turned away from the subject and introduced himself.

"Well, Mr. Nakamura, I'm bothering you tonight." Chen Yan shook hands with the old man named Nakamura, "Excuse me, I want to ask which country is this now?"

"Huh?" Father Nakamura was stunned. He didn't expect Chen Yan to ask such a question, but he answered truthfully, "This is the 39th district outside Tokyo, Japan."

"Japan...Tokyo..." Chen Yan lowered his head when he heard the words. He didn't know what he was thinking, but Father Nakamura didn't speak first, but looked at Chen Yan curiously, as if I was wondering why this young man didn't even know where he was.

The atmosphere solidified, and the children beside them sat around silently after drinking the soup, staring at him curiously.

After a long time, Chen Yan raised his head with a reluctant smile, but this smile was uglier than crying.

"Ah... I think of my old acquaintance, a little... with emotion."

Father Nakamura stared at Chen Yan for a while, then gave Chen Yan another bowl of soup, and said:

"Old people? Sometimes I think of them too, and then sit here alone in a daze. It seems that all I can think of now are fragments of my family's life. How about you? Chen Yan?"

Chen Yan: "..."

Chen Yan put his hand on his lips, as if there was something on his mind, but he didn't want to speak.

"It’s okay. Everyone has their own secrets, not to mention it, but if you live and run by yourself, you must stick to your beliefs in your heart, so that you can live in the true sense. I'm still alive. My current belief is to take good care of these children, nothing more." The old man Nakamura still squinted his eyes and told Chen Yan his thoughts.

But at this moment, a child carrying soup ran out of a small room not far away and interrupted the conversation between the two.

"Grandpa! Yanzhujiang won't eat anymore!"

While running, she said what she had encountered.

When Father Nakamura heard this, he sighed helplessly:

"Let me talk to Xiao Yanzhu, Chen Yan, just sit here for a while, and I'll be back soon."

Father Nakamura took the soup from the child and walked into the room with a crack in the door worriedly.

It seems that Mr. Nakamura still has a certain prestige among these children. After Mr. Nakamura left, the little girl named Cai who was rescued by Chen Yan ran to Chen Yan and sat down.

"Brother Chen Yan, my grandpa's dishes are delicious~ It's just that grandpa puts too much salt today, so it tastes saltier, I hope you don't mind.

Standing on the side, Rina took off the peaked cap on his head, glanced at Chen Yan, and then put his head aside.

"There is no way, after all, Grandpa is getting old, and his sense of taste will definitely degenerate!"

"Eh? Does Rina-chan know so many things? That's amazing!" Cai put her hands on her chest together and praised.

However, Chen Yan heard something different from their words. He lowered his head and looked at the bowl of soup floating with some oily flowers.

Wait, this soup... isn't it tasteless?

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Why is there so much homework in my law department!!!!!!(Screaming with eyesight)

Chapter 7 It’s just death, no big deal

Chen Yan raised the bowl in his hand and took a small sip of the soup, and fully felt it in his mouth, but... there really was no taste!

He opened his eyes incredibly, and his hand holding the gaped bowl trembled.

Could it be that I... lost my sense of taste?

Chen Yan's strangeness was quickly discovered by Cai who was sitting next to him. Cai moved her small head and looked at Chen Yan nervously.

"Brother Chen Yan, have you caught a cold?"

For the man who saved their little partner, the rest of the children didn't seem to show much resistance to Chen Yan. After all, if they were discriminatory against them, I believe they would not be able to come forward no matter how dangerous they are.

The looted generation is not so good for these children.

Hearing Cai's words, the children all turned their eyes to Chen Yan.

Sure enough, Chen Yan tried his best to calm the restless mood and the incredible expression on his face. Many children still saw his situation.

Horrified eyes and trembling hands...what happened to him?

Chen Yan put down the bowl, looking at the eyes in front of him a little lost.

He remembered that before on the battlefield, he seemed to have indeed heard of such a situation.

After a bloody war, many soldiers who survived the war have more or less mental problems. The milder ones are just nervousness and insomnia, while the heavier ones are just unaccustomed to calm. In life, sometimes you will involuntarily do things that are difficult for ordinary people to understand. For example, you will not go to bed most of the night to dig trenches in the yard behind your house, place traps at the door of your room, or sleep with a gun...

This is probably the most important thing... Suddenly loses perception of hands and feet under the strained spirit, and becomes a patient who is paralyzed in bed; suddenly loses perception of smell, and becomes a person who can't smell smell; suddenly; Lost the perception of food, became a person without taste; suddenly lost perception of the scene, became a blind person who can see nothing...

This group of people did not have any trauma, and what caused these serious consequences was... their own spirit.

Chen Yan's teeth trembled up and down. He didn't understand. He was clearly sober. Even after he died so many times, he still had the ability to judge right and wrong. Even if he was no longer a commander, he might never see him again. The facts of the girls who went to the headquarters have already accepted. Why... still?

Chen Yan felt that he was really sober and had no mental problems. As long as he was given a gun, he would still be able to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, and still be able to fight the enemy bloody battles, even if it was the final detonation, he did not have it. Any fear.

It's just death, no big deal.

But even so, why do you lose your sense of taste?He does not understand!

Unlike the group of people who just got off the battlefield and were going to receive psychotherapy, Chen Yan's mind was very strong. Except for a period of shock in the latter part of the war, he went to receive treatment. He was on the battlefield all the time. Tempering his will.

His will is as strong as a rock.

Therefore, it is definitely not a problem with your own spirit, it must be other factors!

Thinking of this, Chen Yan cheered up again.

"It's okay, it's just a daze. The rain will not make me sick."

Chen Yan shook his head, with a fairly normal smile on his face to soothe the worry of the little girls.

He is not a person who can talk about his physical condition casually, even if he has a taste problem now, he still will not complain to these children.

Is it useful to complain to children?It has no effect.On the contrary, there may be some unexpected situations, but this is not what Chen Yan wanted.

What's more, what if this is only temporary for yourself?If it recovers in two days, is it too early to complain now?