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"...Qingqing Zijin, caress my heart. Even if I don't go, Zining won't say a word? Qingqing Zipei, leisurely, I think. Even if I don't go, Zining won't come? Choose and reach, stay in the city gate. One The sun is gone, like March... How about it, Chen Jingyu, can I recite it?!"

The sky in Cambridge is always blue. On the green space in the atrium of King’s College, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl wearing a blue floral skirt is sitting on the ground leaning against a bronze statue. He asked the older woman sitting next to him.

The woman with black hair and black eyes was reading a book thick with a dictionary. After hearing what the girl said, she raised her head and said with a half-smile: "I can recite five poems in three days, Lu An, I should say you Are you stupid, or should I say you are stupid?"

The girl pursed her lips, and retorted dissatisfiedly: "I went abroad when I was six years old, of course my Chinese is not as good as yours, let alone this is an ancient book..."

"According to what you say, then your foreign language must be better than mine?" The woman raised her eyebrows and said a long string of German mixed with Latin.

The girl blushed, and stared at the woman hard: "You said that you are a classical literature student who compares language with me, Chen Jingyu, are you still my sister?"

The woman laughed softly, and reached out to pinch the girl's cheek after laughing: "Lu An, since you know I am a sister, why do you still call me by my first name? Where have you learned etiquette?"

The girl kicked the woman in dissatisfaction, but the woman avoided it. The two just chased each other and played and played on the lawn. The laughter overflowed the whole of Cambridge.

I know I'm dreaming again. Recently I've been dreaming all the time, and I can't sleep well. I dream about many things from the past.

Chen Jingyu said that I didn't get enough rest, and later said that I have been under too much pressure recently. I don't know how she, a liberal arts student in the Department of Classical Literature, learned to read these things, so she simply ignored it and let herself sink in her sleep.

The door of the office was gently pushed open.I looked up, and Xiao Huo crept in from the outside. After finding me looking at him, he scratched his head and explained: "Sir, let me see if you are awake."

I nodded, motioned for him to sit down, and got up to make tea for him.

Xiao Huo was frightened: "Don't, don't, you'd better make this tea for my father, I'll call her right away."

I heard the little adjutant going downstairs bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, as if some ghost was chasing him behind.I smiled, and my subordinates kept picking up the tea leaves.

Since he came to see me, it meant that Chen Jingyu was waiting downstairs.While waiting for her to come up, I will at least give her hot tea to drink.

It has been almost a year since I came to Changsha, but there is very little important information sent to me every day and transferred out through me.

We haven’t made much progress in deciphering the Japanese army’s codes. We don’t have too many difficult codes in the usual small troubles. Only the real military intelligence will use the Japanese army’s codes. My job is to assist Changsha In order to decipher the Japanese army code.

But I can say nothing.Not only me, since the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, Chongqing and Yan'an began to send people to decipher the Japanese army code, because only by mastering the Japanese army code can we gain the initiative and hold the enemy's throat. Students who are gifted in mathematics have all plunged into this field.

But we got nothing, neither Chongqing nor Yan'an.

When Chen Jingyu came in, a cup of tea had just brewed.After taking a sip impatiently, she sighed, "I didn't expect that one day I would be able to drink Darjeeling again." Then she glanced at the big white porcelain cup I gave her to make tea with, "This is the cup The selling price is a bit worse."

"I brought a few bags of tea with me when I returned home this time. It would be nice to have some to drink. Are you not satisfied?"

I pretended to stare at her, and Chen Jingyu laughed: "Speaking of which, the last time I drank Darjeeling was when I was about to graduate from Cambridge. I was going to transfer to Germany. Before I left, I would visit your mother at your house. We seemed to have just quarreled at that time. After a fight, you were so angry that you didn't want to see me, but your mother asked you to make tea for me."

"You have such a good memory, I almost can't remember it."

Chen Jingyu smiled but said, "It's not that you can't remember, it's that you don't want to think about it."

I shrugged and said, "The memories of four years ago are not good for me. All I can remember are endless quarrels."

These words touched her sore spot, she gave in to me, lowered her eyes to look at the tea in the cup, and suddenly said after a while: "Although I don't regret my decision, I should still apologize to you, I'm sorry , I was too young at that time, with a strong temper and a bad temper, so you should blame me."

I stared at her for a few seconds, thinking that you should say that I blame you, but I don't know that I have never been ruthless.

I said softly: "I told you back then that I could go back to China for you, do you remember how you answered?"

Chen Jingyu was stunned by my question, and I don't know if she was caught off guard or had forgotten her answer.I smiled and said, "You said, 'Lu An, you didn't return to China because of me, you came to save your country'."

Chen Jingyu probably remembered her coldness in the past, and opened his mouth to explain, but I waved my hand, "I don't blame you, but you are right."

She didn't eat lunch with me, in fact I didn't even know when she left.In the following time, I was basically immersed in the radio and secret messages.

If I say my biggest achievement after returning to China, it is probably that I finally understood Chen Jingyu's phrase "coming back is to save the country".

At the beginning of the 28th year of the Republic of China, after the reorganization of the commander-in-chief of the Ninth War Zone in Changsha, Chen Jingyu and I were directly transferred to the headquarters.Chen Jingyu went to the staff department, but now he really became a high official.

Her immediate boss was Wu Yizhi, Lieutenant General's Chief of Staff, who returned from studying abroad in Germany, drank a lot of foreign ink, and became Xue Yue's chief of staff.

As soon as the summer solstice passed, the days gradually lengthened.I don't know if it's because he stayed in Germany for a long time, and even his hobbies have acquired German habits. Wu Yizhi found a day after the summer solstice to hold a bonfire party on the military playground.

It's just a bonfire party, but it's just that he sympathizes with the soldiers and wants us to leave behind what may be the last good memory in our lives before our fate arrives. After all, we all understand that in fact, many of us will not survive. The war is over.

Many officers in the Ninth War Zone came back from overseas. I didn’t know until that day that Xiao Huo was also a member of the overseas army. His education is not low. He graduated from Moscow University and formed the character of the Caucasian fighting nation in the Soviet Union. The domestic war is tense, and he is still studying in the Soviet Union, marrying a wife, and having children.After returning to the country, he became a soldier, and was sent to Fulongzhi by the Chen family for training. Being Chen Jingyu's adjutant was Qu Cai.

The Soviets are a people who are good at singing and dancing.The first performer tonight is Xiao Huo, he smiled in my surprised eyes, showed his big white teeth, then ran to the campfire, cleared his throat and winked at the crowd, and there was an accordion immediately The prelude to the Soviet folk song was played, and the soldiers in front of the bonfire fell silent. For a while, only his clean voice was left on the playground, singing foreign songs.

I found a place not far from the crowd and sat down, remembering that on the campus of Cambridge, there were so many people speaking the same language one by one, on the boat on the River Cam, in the common room of King’s College, and in the common room of King’s College. This song was sung countless times at my graduation ceremony.

He is my teacher of advanced geometry, he has a high attainment in mathematics, and he is also a good person.When I first entered Cambridge, I was seriously biased, and I almost had to fail the first-year advanced geometry exam.If it were another teacher, he would definitely ignore me and let me fall, but he didn't.When I was in my second year, the Department of Mathematics reassigned a tutor. He took one doctoral student, three master students, and two undergraduate students, including me.My advanced geometry that year was still very poor, and my grades were almost at the bottom. Other master students persuaded me to change departments, but he didn't.He once told me that I actually have a high talent for mathematics, and he said that he saw my love for mathematics in me.

When I was in the third grade, I was already at the top of the entire King’s College. The senior doctoral student he brought invited me out to celebrate. The senior was drunk and pulled me and said to me: “You are his hope.” I don’t know. Know what that means until the war breaks out.

On the day I was about to return to China, my instructor invited me and several other students to a tavern next to the college to see me off.The mentor drank a lot of wine that day, and then hummed the song softly.I sat next to him and could hear him very clearly.

I still remember the tune of that folk song, and now Xiao Huo is standing in front of the campfire, singing that song in his not-so-accented Russian.

I felt my eyes were moist and wanted to wipe away my tears secretly, but when I turned my head, I realized that Chen Jingyu was sitting next to me at some point.She didn't look back, she kept her gaze forward, and stuffed a handkerchief into my hand.

After I wiped my eyes clean, Chen Jingyu asked me, "Why don't you sit by the campfire?"

I answered her, "There are soldiers in front of the bonfire. I'm afraid they won't be able to enjoy themselves."

"According to what you said, you can't enjoy yourself if I sit next to you?"

After Chen Jingyu broke up with me in the office in embarrassment that day, we were too busy to communicate with each other.Now that Chen Jingyu is sitting next to me, it actually has the meaning of taking the initiative. I heard her words seem to be teasing, so I half-pushed and followed her words: "I haven't agreed that you can sit next to me."

Sure enough, she couldn't help chuckling: "Okay, dear lady, may I have the honor to sit next to you and share this starlight gala with you?"

I nodded pretending to be reserved: "Of course."

After finishing speaking, Chen Jingyu slapped her on the head, her typical helpless tone: I said you, you have not learned mathematics well in the UK for so many years, and their accent is so tuned that you can learn it well. "

"Shouldn't you be the one who plays the tune? Also, I'm good at math now!"

Seeing that my attitude was considered good, Chen Jingyu understood that there was no barrier between me and her.She put away her jokes and concentrated on listening to Xiao Huo's song. As she listened, she asked me: "The professor sang this song before." tutor, "Did he still sing it afterward?"

"Until I return home."

Chen Jingyu looked back at me, looking a little sad, "I thought he figured it out."

"Understand what?"

Chen Jingyu stared at me in surprise: "I thought you knew!"

I think my face must be full of puzzlement now.

Chen Jingyu whispered to me that his mentor's wife had passed away when he left the Soviet Union, and that song was the last song his wife wrote.His wife often said to her mentor: "No matter where you go, as long as you sing this song, I will be by your side."

The content of this song is about soldiers leaving their hometown

Go to war, and make a vow with the girl you love before leaving.

So I finally understood why the senior doctoral students told me that I was the teacher's hope.Chen Jingyu continued to whisper: "You are his hope. He can't go back to his motherland, so I hope you can come back smoothly. He lost his love, so I hope you don't regret it."

"No regrets?" I laughed, seemingly insane, "How can you say no regrets?"

I looked at Chen Jingyu, and thought that the atmosphere tonight must be too relaxed. This is not like wartime at all, but rather like a certain tavern in Cambridge. The band sang on the stage, and the bartender wiped it with a white towel Glass, I sat on an oak chair and opened a bottle of Belgian Westvleteren No. 12, and spread my thesis and a large stack of straw paper on the mahogany table.

I was probably drunk, the wine was intoxicating, and the atmosphere was even more intoxicating.

I licked my lips and said to myself: "If you have someone you love, does it count if you hold her firmly? Does it count as chasing her across the Indian Ocean? Does it count as giving up a bright future and a graduate student for her... Ah, this is not Forget it, you said that I came back to save the country...then..."

I think I am really drunk, even the moonlight is blurred and intoxicated. I look at the sky, a bright moon hangs on it, and the moon is so clear that I am afraid that Chang'e will go crazy lonely.

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."

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