Military marriage, the last big man married the soldier king, the stronger the stronger

Jiang Chuanjun slowly opened his eyes. The dazzling light made him dazed for a moment. Then, he seemed to remember something and sat up suddenly. As soon as he sat down, he saw a man and a woman sitting opposite him.

The man was the one who had fought with him before. At this moment, he was sitting on the chair with an expressionless face. The woman next to him showed a look of surprise and looked at him impatiently.

If he remembered correctly, this woman seemed to have called him brother before? Did they know who he was?

"who are you?"

Jiang Chuanjun has already experienced how powerful Si Lu is. With his current physical condition, he is no match for this man.

The other party did not attack him when he was unconscious, so he should not be a despicable person.

"and who are you?"

Jiang Yan's question made Jiang Chuanjun slightly stunned. "You don't even know who I am, but you come to find me? You found the wrong person, right?"

Both sides were testing each other, and neither was willing to show their cards first.

"Are you sure you know who you are?" Jiang Yan's words were like a fatal blow.

Jiang Chuanjun opened his mouth for a long time but couldn't utter a single word.

He really didn't know who he was. He had been living under someone else's name for four or five years since he came to Beijing. His household registration clearly stated that his name was Li Sanjin, a native of Beijing. His parents had passed away long ago, and he had an older sister who died a few years after marrying someone from another place.

But he knew that his name was not Li Sanjin. Even though his discharge certificate, disability certificate, and household registration book all had the name Li Sanjin, he was not Li Sanjin.

"My name is Li Sanjin. You must have found the wrong person."

"Is this your home?" Jiang Yan did not ask any more questions, but looked around again at this small house that was leaky everywhere and had nothing in it.

Jiang Chuanjun didn't say anything. He hadn't yet adapted to Jiang Yan's speaking rhythm and was afraid that she would lead him into trouble.

When Jiang Yan reached into the bag, Jiang Chuanjun's eyes flashed, and he immediately became alert, his muscles tensing up.

Jiang Yan took out a few photos and handed them over.

"Take a good look. Is that you?"

Jiang Chuanjun took the photo doubtfully, looked down, and his pupils trembled.

The first photo was a group photo, or to be more precise, a family photo. Two old people were sitting in the middle, and there were several people standing behind them, including him and the girl who came to see him.

So familiar. Why does he not know anyone, but has a very familiar feeling?

The boy on the far left is about half a head shorter than him, with a childish face and bright eyes. He looks like a sunny and cheerful boy.

He looked up at Jiang Yan, and compared her with the photo again, confirming that the girl in the photo was her, except that the little girl in the photo looked younger, and should have been taken a few years ago.

"We know each other?"

Jiang Yan didn't say anything, and Jiang Chuanjun didn't mind. He continued to look at the next photo. The second photo was a group photo of four people.

A middle-aged man with a tall and majestic posture sits on the left, and the person on the right should be his wife. She has short hair and wears a red turtleneck sweater. She looks like a very capable person.

In the photo, the young him and another boy are standing next to the two of them. It is obvious that they are a family of four...

The third photo is a photo of him and the boy.

In the photo, he was wearing a military uniform with a big red flower on his chest. The boy was looking at him and smiling with an admiring look on his face.

Many broken images flashed through his mind, as if a lively boy was chasing him.

"Brother, I want to be a soldier when I grow up."

"Brother, I am also Dad's son. If you are not afraid of hardship, I am not afraid of hardship either."

"How can there be no sacrifice in war? I am always ready."

Jiang Chuanjun had a splitting headache, his eyes were red, and his body was shaking.

The last photo is a photo of Jiang Chuanjun and Jiang Yan.

This photo was taken eight years ago, the year before his death. When he returned home to visit his family, he took this photo with Jiang Yan in the military compound.

At that time, Jiang Yan was only twelve years old, and her face was still childish, but one could vaguely tell that she was a beauty.

Some fragments of memory flashed through Jiang Chuanjun's mind, as if he had promised something before taking the photo...

"Brother, you said you would take me ice skating during the holidays, do you remember?"

skate?

"Brother, when are you going to take me ice skating? Didn't you say you would take me when we had the holidays?"

"Okay, okay, auntie, I'm really scared of you. Let me take a picture first, and then I'll take you there, okay?"

It was a pity that he didn't make it up in the end. Just after taking the photos, Jiang Chuanjun received a telegram from the army, asking him to return to the team as soon as possible.

Before he left, he said to Jiang Yan, "I will definitely take you there when I come back next time."

But he never came back...

The photos in Jiang Chuanjun's hands were scattered on the kang. He held his head and murmured in pain, "I can't remember it. My head hurts."

He hit his head with his fist, again and again, "I don't remember anything."

Jiang Yan immediately stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Chuanjun's hand, "Brother, don't hit it, it's useless. You have a hematoma in your head, which compresses the nerves, so you have a headache all the time and can't remember the past."

Jiang Chuan gasped, "Are you really my sister?"

"Yes, cousin."

Jiang Chuanjun quickly picked up the photo of him and Jiang Chuanzhi, pointed at Jiang Chuanzhi and asked, "Where is he? Is he my brother?"

"Ah."

"Where is he?" He didn't know why, but every time he saw his younger brother, his heart ached. He clearly didn't have this person in his memory, but he just felt sad.

"Sacrificed."

These three words, like a thunderbolt, struck Jiang Chuanjun's head, "Sacrifice... Sacrificed?"

He looked down at the photo in his hand and felt his head hurt even more. Until now, he couldn't describe his feelings. It felt very unreal.

He couldn't completely believe Jiang Yan's words. Photos alone couldn't prove anything, and it wasn't like this thing couldn't be faked.

But why does my heart hurt so much?

"I know you may not believe me, but we won't hurt you. I can heal the hematoma on your head. As long as I cure your amnesia, you will be able to remember everything."

"Can you cure me?"

"Yes." Jiang Yan took out the set of silver needles that had been handed down from the Jiang family without any hesitation, "Use acupuncture, no surgery. Surgery for your disease has certain risks, but acupuncture does not."

Being able to restore memory is a great temptation for Jiang Xuejun.

There was something important that he had forgotten and he had to remember it.

"Do you recognize this bag?"

The acupuncture bag that Jiang Baici had treasured for decades finally came into Jiang Yan's hands. Jiang Yan specifically found it to stimulate Jiang Chuanjun's memory, "Do you remember it?"