Double Bracelets

When Fu Yuanhong died in Zhongtiao Mountain, his superior, Commander Tang Huaiyuan, had already died in battle, and he himself had a leg broken {55}.Only two officers and soldiers around them successfully broke through and went back.Otherwise, the outside world still cannot know their life and death.

At the end of May, the remaining body was brought back to Chongqing.The Fu family said that the son should return to his parents first, and that the country will be restored in the future, and then he will be buried in Taiyuan.Naturally, the welcoming crowd was far less grand than when Zhang Zizhong's coffin returned to Chongqing, but many relatives and friends came spontaneously.There was an old acquaintance of the Fu family in the Air Force who volunteered to fly the coffin back.Fu Fenglang and his wife were old, and they were standing at the airport with the support of their two daughters.Jiang Tonghe, as an in-law and as a representative sent by the chairman, also led his family to greet him at the airport.Jiang Xiyao was originally on the front line in Changsha, but his unit was severely damaged, and he himself was injured. Chen Cheng insisted on bringing him back to the army to replenish and let him rest for a while.How do you think it happened just in time for your friend to die in battle?Since the war started, he hasn't stayed at home much for more than four years.The already depressed and helpless callback also caught up with such a thing. Standing behind his parents, watching his younger brother and sister-in-law supporting Fu Fenglang, who was suddenly old, he suddenly understood what loyalty and filial piety can't be both.

Soldiers die for their country, it is justified.He thought that he was lucky to return from the front line in Changsha only with injuries, thanks to the excellent commander on top.

Fu Yuanhong is the one with the best ability and character in the generation of the Fu family, and the only child who has inherited the tradition of serving in the army.It is no exaggeration to say that he has the style of being a father and an ancestor. He is the traditional kind of person who only knows how to fight and do nothing else.Fighting for the country, never married a wife, let alone an heir.His parents are stranded in Switzerland, and now they dare not tell them the news, for fear that Fu Juxu and his wife will be unwell.Now that he is dead, for the Fu family, this vein is considered to be extinct.

The Ministry of Military and Political Affairs issued a commendation order, and he didn't even have a widow who received relief money.The few relics left by the officers and soldiers in the department, except for a little military pay, are all old things-washed clothes, a few letters, the pen sent by Jiang Xiyao, a pocket watch with a broken case, gone .

When the coffin was lifted off the plane, Jiang Xiyao carried the coffin as a representative, all the way to Fu Fenglang.He didn't squint, and his eyes didn't turn red, and he performed his duties without expression as before.Fu Fenglang and his wife helped the coffin and burst into tears. Jiang Xiyao had heard countless cries of the dead and innocent victims, but his heart was like steel on the battlefield, and he was never moved.At this moment, he watched the two old men wailing, and the women in black behind them couldn't stop crying. He felt that the steel in a corner of his heart was peeling off like a wall.

Fu Yiheng walked over to appease his eldest brother and sister-in-law, but he was actually heartbroken.She is not much older than her nephews and nieces. When she was a child, she was the thorny head in the yard, leading the group of children to make trouble.There are those who love to follow, some who want to take the lead as big sisters, and the three children of the Jiang family who climb the wall in the next yard.At that time, Fu Yuanhong was a kind boy, not even willing to hurt a bird.Later, when I wandered in Europe and America and returned to my hometown, I saw my nephew who had gone through ups and downs. He had become a tough man, even in front of me, he would become the boy who was unwilling to hurt even a bird.

She never asked him why he was determined to join the army, why he wanted to emulate Huo Qubing, the Japanese invaders were not destroyed and he could not think of home.He has never been stingy in expressing his feelings, and seldom writes home letters. Now,

Now it is a body buried in a cold coffin.

The kind and heroic elites of the country died in battle, but the dregs survived by luck and occupied the glory and happiness that they shouldn't.Where is the so-called unhappiness of retribution?At this time, she feels that such a world is hopeless and needs to be smashed severely before building a new one.

There must be a new world, everyone can get what they deserve, and there will be no such painful and twisted loss and death.It doesn't matter if you give your all for it.

She walked over and hugged her eldest brother and sister-in-law with her arms open. It seemed that all the vitality of the old man had been lost with the early death of the young man.

At the end of May, Wang Jiyue resumed work.Jiang Xijie is still recuperating at home.Although the wound had healed long ago, Wang Jiyue refused to allow her to go out, and asked to wait until the weather was cooler.Anyway, going out was nothing more than those things, she would rather stay at home, and even because of the intimacy over the past year and the psychological shadow caused by the air raids, she was very worried about Wang Jiyue going out.But it's okay not to go, no matter from the perspective of personal ideals or social perspective, it is necessary for Wang Jiyue to return to work.Moreover, it was raining all night, so Jiang Xijie had better not add to the trouble. The executive director Jiang Xu, who had always been as energetic as the energy of a neighborhood aunt decades later, fell ill overnight and went home to lie down.

Xu is already 62 years old.When I was in Nanjing, I naturally didn’t look old. After arriving in Chongqing, I don’t know whether it’s because the diet is not as good as before or because I’m busy and hard. In short, the 60-year-old Xu is aging very quickly.The father-in-law and mother were hit hard by the news of Fu Yuanhong's death, and the Fu family sisters were there to take care of them.At this moment, Mrs. Xu also fell down, as if God was playing tricks on their family, the old people fell down one by one, and the young people collectively took care of the sick.

On the [-]th day, Jiang Xijie and Zhao Ma were choosing vegetables together in the backyard—in terms of food, it was incomparable to what they had in Shanghai before, and it was also incomparable to the previous two years.Grain production has been severely reduced, and their family can still have this food, not to mention better than the poor on the other side of the river, and better than some clean officials who also live on the south bank, thanks to Zhao Mama.A few days after Jiang Xijie returned home, she went down to the cellar to look at her inventory—the first item was to open the box to look at the gold. She was startled and turned to ask Zhao's mother. Zhao's mother said, "I've gone to buy food, what do you think?"

"This year is even more difficult than last year. It is impossible to put chickens on the mountain, and there is no more food for the family, and the chickens can't be fattened." Zhao Ma looked at the vegetables in Jiang Xijie's hands while looking at the vegetables in her hands, yes , getting better and better, this kid is smart.In a daze, she remembered that when she just met this family in Beiping, Jiang Xijie's mother was still alive, and it had been decades, "Oh, I still want to go back to work quickly, so that I can always contact those old people and buy more from them." Otherwise, it will be too little when you buy it in the market." "I think it is enough to eat. I have me. Don't worry." "Auntie was still saying yesterday that looking at yourself like this, I feel inferior to Zhao Mama. Said People should work more, and feel that if they don’t do anything, their health is not good now.” Mother Zhao ignored this, and after concentrating on what she wanted to do, she said: “Miss, you should take good care of yourself at home. It won't be too late to ask for anything after it's really healed. After all, it's someone who died once..."

Zhao's mother didn't continue, she stood up and patted her on the shoulder to watch the firewood.

Life and death always draw the boundary inadvertently.That night, Wang Jiyue came back a bit late, arriving around 08:30.Fortunately, she didn't hear the air defense alarm until she reached the south bank, and she walked home quickly—she didn't want any other way of death except to be with Jiang Xijie.The few ordinary employees who were traveling with her were all stranded in the river, hiding in the crowded air-raid shelter, and were suffocated to death.When everyone learned of this the next day, they were all terrified.Just a single flash of thought could cost one's life.Jiang Xijie became more and more worried.

Time is ticking, and the battle is turning against them.People in good health began to fall one by one, and the sick couldn't get timely treatment.Wang Chanyue was getting more and more haggard day by day. According to what Fu Yiheng told her, whenever Wang Chanyue came home, she would always be the first one to wait for her to go to sleep without thinking about anything.She also always sticks to the pillow.Fu Yiheng said that there have been many funerals at home recently, and Wang Chanyue wanted to avoid taboos, and went home to sleep by herself, hoping that Jiang Xijie could help keep an eye on her so that she could go to bed early.When saying this, Jiang Xijie stared at her beautiful eyes and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes.

Perhaps in Wang Chanyue's eyes, these fine lines are also hopelessly beautiful.

And she herself is often distorted in pain. One of the two elder brothers is recuperating and the other is sick. The others also suffer from minor ailments and poor health.Only Wang Jiyue has always been tough and gentle, standing firmly in front of everyone like a goddess.

Xia Ye Wang Jiyue returned home and returned to her room after dinner. She asked Jiang Xijie to strip naked to check the wound as usual.Unexpectedly, Jiang Xijie took her to take a bath. "What are you doing?" "If you want to see it, then wash it together." Wang Jiyue smiled, and just wanted to push it away—Jiang Xijie turned around and put her arms around her neck to flirt, "Don't tell me you I don't want to... it's been half a year..."

"A beauty like you..." "Huh?" "It would be an understatement to say that you are bringing disaster to the country and the people." After she stripped off her clothes and sank into the water, Jiang Xijie still wanted to tease her, but who knew that she had already reached out to capture the key parts, so Jiang Xijie was naturally taken aback.The surprise couldn't subside, and the electric current passed through the whole body in an instant.She didn't regret having teased Wang Jiyue, after all Wang Jiyue would not agree to her doing it.

"...You also have...times to bear, to bear." She had no choice but to hug Wang Jiyue's neck tightly, but Wang Jiyue smiled silently, and opened her mouth to bite her ear lightly.

The sound of water subsided for a long time, Wang Jiyue surrounded Jiang Xijie from behind, and let her lean in her arms.Jiang Xijie still wanted to move, but Wang Jiyue leaned into her ear and said, "You are sick, you are weak, don't mess around." Jiang Xijie smiled, turned her face and saw Wang Jiyue's clothes hanging on the side in the dim light.After wearing it for a long time and washing it many times, it is not only old.Just because of being careful, there is no damage.

"When my hands hurt some other day, let's not rest at home." "Huh?" Wang Jiyue rubbed her temples, "Go to the city and find a tailor shop to make you new clothes." Wang Jiyue snorted, "What are you doing?" The new clothes, the original clothes are all in the box. It’s just inconvenient to wear.”

Jiang Xijie turned over and kissed her, without saying a word, until Wang Jiyue stopped her and finished washing her before the water cooled.Jiang Xijie wanted to open the box to look at the clothes again, and kept digging out the cheongsam they made together.It was still early, so she wanted to change into it together to have a look.After putting it on, I found that the waist was actually thinner.It's injury, it's fatigue, the years are gone, and the flesh will no longer regenerate.On the contrary, it is not a good thing.

She walked over and put her arms around Wang Jiyue's waist.I don't know why people become more vulnerable after serious injuries.Knowing what she was thinking, Wang Jiyue walked towards the gramophone while being held by her, pulled out the record, and put down the needle.

The song is a hundred years ago, and the dance seems to be a lifetime away.Fu Yiheng passed by Jiang's house, and was going to see if Wang Chanyue had returned home, if she had a good rest—it would be good to find out the fun that went over the wall once in a while—but when she heard the old music, she remembered the old days in Paris, people, ideals, enthusiasm, choose,

select.

A person may only have time to make one or two most important decisions in his life, and then the rest of his life has already been decided accordingly.

She looked at Wang Chanyue's room, but there was no light, she stayed in the dark and listened to Beethoven for a while, smoked a cigarette, and then left.

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{55}In real history, this experience belongs to General Cun Xingqi.