There is nothing, except for the medicines and medical kits prepared for Xiang Wan, the nutrient solution prepared by Buck himself, and so on. In order not to expose the whereabouts of the female injured, Buck even bought Xiang Wan in a relatively neutral way. Even the underwear is the sports underwear he used to wear, but now he doesn't have the chance to wear it.

Xiang Wan saw him packing up and folding, and felt a little moved: "I suddenly felt a little reluctant to leave here after staying for so many days." It has been more than ten days since she woke up from her coma. It seems that she has been particularly attached to for more than ten days, and it seems that it has passed in the blink of an eye.

Buck was quick-witted and looked out the window and ran around to collect guns and ammunition, and the tripping thunder made of grenades were picked up and restored: "What's the point of not wanting to let go of this? The days will be long in the future, and there are still many comfortable places."

Xiang Wan's fingers circled the white sheets: "I want to live a simple life with you without disturbing the outside world." She is indeed a person who has no material pursuits and enjoys eating simple food. She is not particular about wearing old silk pajamas at this moment. She leaned on the bed and tried hard to change her clothes, but was taken over by Buck.

It feels a bit like an old couple, not that sexy. Buck is knowledgeable and doesn't take advantage of it. This girl doesn't know what is the most attractive thing to show off her charm. It makes it easier for her to turn her body around and help her take off her clothes. Finally, she couldn't help it: "I think it's because I chose the wrong underwear before that I'm so young."

Buck chuckled: "Didn't your mom teach you?"

Xiang Wan was ashamed: "I spend most of my time participating in various trainings, actively investing one after another, and rarely going home."

Buck's ingenious costume: "That's probably right. Wear more sports underwear, lesser during the development period, and oppressed... You are still young now, maybe there is an explosion period, but this doesn't matter. Look at most of the supermodels who have the figure of yours."

Xiang Wan was ashamed: "You don't like it."

Buck did not have any intimate actions. The girl was so injured, so he would not be as good as a beast, let alone healing it. That was all a bloody plot in martial arts novels: "We are in an extraordinary period now, and we don't even have the chance to go shopping. When we return to China, we will buy a few beautiful clothes, will we do it?" Just like coaxing a child, he helped the girl take off her pajamas and scammers. The silk underwear that had been modified was loose as boxer pants. Now he had to change into a skirt. The wounds that were big on the bowl have begun to scab, but in order to ensure growth and healing, Buck also had to often debride and drain the blood, so it was very bad.

Xiang Wan was frustrated when she looked at it: "I used to think that these legs were the straightest and the most beautiful..."

Buck still has the means to coax the girl: "No, I wear high heels when I first meet you, so straight. You don't like to wear makeup, but you have a good face and a good figure. It's a bit fierce, but whoever looks good after seeing it, right?"

The silly girl was so happy that she threw herself into her arms and asked Buck to pick her up, but Buck was so scared that she put a pistol on the girl's waist: "Usp, can you use it?"

Even if the cold gun body has a compound grip, it is still hard and uncomfortable. Xiang Wan touched it with confidence: "My pistol chest target score is excellent."

Buck hugged her horizontally down the wooden stairs. For half a century or more than a century ago, the carved wooden handrails must have been mottled. Buck walked very carefully, for fear of falling Xiang Wan. The girl wrapped in Buck's warm coat outside her dress reached out to wipe the railing. The old couple cleaned up very cleanly, as if their main work every day was wiping the whole room. When they came down, they saw the old man standing by the railing. How could they say that his expression was, his eyes should not be as flexible as his age. To put it bluntly, they were spinning around, showing a complex and changeable psychological state.

Buck was in a good mood when he hugged the girl. He would not be so pessimistic about the battle with a bumpy future. He nodded to the old man with Xiang Wan: "I have been taken care of these days. If there is any place to disturb me, please forgive me."

He is in English, and Xiang Wan then translates it into Japanese, which makes him feel a bit like a husband and wife.

Who knew that the trembling old man responded in slow English after listening: "Can I... talk to this gentleman?"

Buck and the others were surprised. They were almost half a month away. The couple had been talking very little. They looked like they were standard Japanese demeanor, but now they could speak English?

Buck hugged his girlfriend and frowned a little: "What can I say here?"

The old man was a little stubborn, with the Japanese's rigid determination. Xiang Wan pointed at the door: "Put me there and sit for a while, I'll take a look here." Perhaps she came from an intelligence family, she seemed to pay special attention to this measure. Once her relationship with Buck was confirmed, she would not ask at all.

Seeing that Ah Nu had piled up the things on the steps and waited for the car to load the car, Buck nodded and carried the girl over, and took off his coat and placed it on the steps. He was about to help the girl sit down, but the old man had already moved out the chairs that had been prepared for the doorkeeper in the door, which was more comfortable to sit. Buck thanked him, and looked at Wan and wrapped her coat tightly before turning around and walking in with the old man. He didn't go too far. Just beside the hall door inside the door, you could see the old lady in the kitchen behind him pinching rice balls, but he was also stretching his head to look at him. He was obviously concerned about the result of the old man talking to Buck. When he contacted Buck, he rarely did not dodge, but he was very Japanese and feminine, shrank his neck and nodded.

Buck leaned against the door and looked at Wan's back: "Tell me, we have no intention of hurting any innocent people. If there is any offense, I can try my best to give some financial compensation now."

But the old man stood straight, and the first sentence was like a sword: "You... are Chinese, are you?"

Buck had the urge to pull out his gun again, just like when he saw Kuang Wei point out his name in one sentence. Could it be that such a bloody old man is also a comrade who has been lurking for many years? He responded calmly: "This is not important, right?"

The old man turned his head and looked at the boy who ran over black: "Is he a Southeast Asian?" The puppy also rolled and crawled and ran around behind the boy.

Buck was even more strange: "What does this matter?"

The old man's expression was very serious: "I... when I was young, I also met Southeast Asians. There were Southeast Asians in this house in this yard, and I miss that kind of time." Obviously, he didn't often speak English, but now he is a little fluent, but the old man is speechless and a little vague.

Buck frowned and calculated the year of the young man in front of him. Japan is an aged society, and it is blessed by living conditions and Zen culture. The elderly have a long life. This man was only ten years old in the War of Resistance Against Japan? Did he also have experience in participating in the war of aggression against China?

Or a Japanese veteran back then?

So should I kill the ancestor worship?
Chapter completed!