Double Bracelets

Jiang Tonghe had a hard time accepting the death of his wife.As children and grandchildren, they just lamented and failed to fulfill their filial piety. Jiang Xiyao especially lamented that he had never paid close attention to his mother's health.It is also the same in the eyes of others. Xu, who has always been very energetic, seems to have disappeared overnight—she refused to see visitors when she was ill, and no one among her friends knew what was going on with her—she had no chronic diseases, either. It was nothing more than contracting the wind and cold, and it disappeared without tossing around for a while, which is really unbelievable.Jiang Xijie felt that there was nothing wrong with the aunt leaving so suddenly, at least she didn't suffer.It's really like what she said, when the day comes, just leave when it's time.In the whole family, she was probably the only one who was fully aware and prepared for the fact that she was about to die.On the contrary, the one who is least aware and prepared is probably the dead old man.

Jiang Tonghe naturally couldn't accept it. Since he returned to China to concentrate on politics, 95% of his attention has been devoted to politics.Whether you let him rule the country or let him intrigue, he bites and bites like a fighting dog that never tires, and it lasts for decades.He hasn't counted how much his wife has helped him in the past few decades, but he knows in his heart that his wife is the eternal presence beside him, the shadow, the beam of light, the jewel on the king's crown, the bright yellow of the emperor's dragon robe. ; Work hard for yourself where you can't do it yourself, be alert, discover, and then deal with problems before you notice it, take care of your family, raise children, and socialize when you have no time to take care of yourself.

It turned out that half of his life as a pillar of the party and the country was due to his wife.Half of him is his own talent, ambition, fame, status and power; the other half is his wife.So much so that after his wife fell ill, he didn't even have time to feel the danger and worry and seek medical advice. His wife kept it from him, and died quietly like this.On his deathbed, he had to go find her later.

Where can I find you later?Now I don't have you in this world, I can't even breathe.

Those old days in Europe, the days of youth, all the memories, now belong to him alone.Even the last person who can recall with him—his wife Xu Wenwei—has passed away.He is about to become a mute of memories, guarding the last treasure and unable to show it, lonely to death.

He seemed to feel that half of his shadow had faded overnight.So I always stood in the mourning hall at dusk and looked at his wife's spiritual tablet.He has filial sons and virtuous grandchildren, fame and wealth, even in a country that has retreated to such a situation, his political achievements can be regarded as worthy of the passionate ideals of his youth.Maybe God thinks that I have too much, he thought, parents, brothers and wives must go before me.

Although the filial sons and virtuous grandchildren are busy in their own way, they also obediently wear filial piety and kneel under the hall.Many mourners came and went, Jiang Xijie thought: Thanks to the large cellar dug, it can be used as an air-raid shelter so that all the mourners can barely be stuffed in, so I am not afraid of the bombing.At the end of October, the weather was abnormally humid and cold, and her complexion was not very good. Most of the time, her back was not straight, and she couldn't lift her hands when it rained. Her good posture was all supported by her waist.Even the nephews and nieces in the whole family said that my aunt should go to rest quickly, and don't get sick again from being tired.

For example, at this moment, Jiang Xize carried her back into the room again. He directly stuffed his sister back into Wang Jiyue's arms and said, "Don't come out, just lie down." Wang Jiyue nodded, and he turned and left.Before returning to the mourning hall, he was hurriedly stopped by someone—Jiang Xize didn't want to see this person, never wanted to.Because once he sees it, it means that he has to temporarily say goodbye to his status as a high-ranking student, and suddenly cross the border to work with Dai Li.He didn't agree with what Dai Li said, he felt that Dai Li had done too much—whether he was right or wrong, neither of them cared about being right or wrong—and he didn't like Mao Renfeng very much, very, very much.His status is embarrassing. People in the staff think he has an affair with the military commander, and people in the military think he was born in the general staff. In short, he is not a person inside and outside, but he has to go.

Sometimes he hates the "order from the superior" very much, even if it is his bounden duty.

"What's the matter?" The person who came was Mao Renfeng's confidant, and the person who was sent to look for him probably had something to do with Dai Li.The visitor whispered a few words in his ear, he frowned, and said in a low voice: "Then what does Dai Li mean?" Just as he was about to speak, Jiang Xize interrupted him: "Anyway, it's his family's problem, I don't care I just want to say that Wang Tianmu has already been lost! Many people have lost in Shanghai, and Dai Yunong knows who Chen Gongshu is. gone.

He didn't know why Dai Li wanted to discuss something with him. He was first invited to be an advisor to the military command only because of his talent and skills as an assassin. He didn't care about who could kill and who couldn't. He doesn't want to take care of these factional disputes, otherwise it will conflict with his own work.But Dai Li wanted to ask.

Thinking of it, I feel irritable: Even if you are the world-famous Boss Dai Lidai, the principal's confidant, so what?There are so many graduates from the Whampoa Military Academy, you have to wait for them in terms of seniority!

On the way back, he saw Jiang Xiyao walking over, "Brother." He thought that his soldier-crazy brother would ask him how the battle is going, but he didn't expect Jiang Xiyao to just nod and walk away with a blank expression.He looked at his brother's back, at the stubble on his face that he didn't have time to shave—or didn't want to shave—because of his mother's death.The army is full of praise for Jiang Xiyao's combat ability, and the rest of the doubts are nothing more than the usual mutual slander of factional disputes, and the belief that Jiang Xiyao is the shadow of his father today.

But Jiang Xiyao, like his good friend Fu Yuanhong, is a traditional serious soldier who has no interest in other things except running the army and fighting.

What a lonely family, each walking on a rugged path for their own dreams, they can only join hands within a limited range.Men take big ambitions as their goals in life and drop almost everything else.The wife and children cannot take care of them, and the family members are even forgotten in the corner.When Jiang Xijie was injured, because there were wounded everywhere and the roads were damaged, it would take time to drive. He ran directly from the conference room to the hospital.He panicked. It turned out that more than ten years later, his mother was the last goddess of the earth, and his younger sister might be taking over this position, inheriting the qualification that only she can inherit.

In the dark, maintaining this family, supporting other people's dreams, and being tenacious.

He was walking to the mourning hall, and when he heard his wife coughing, he hurried over and patted his wife on the back.Daughter Jiang Ying also ran over.Jiang Ying is eight years old, she looks like a hemp stick, and she looks like she can't get fat no matter what, just like Fu Yuanying.Although there was a shortage of supplies during the war, the nutrition provided to the children at home was never lacking. They were always put first, followed by the sick ones. I always felt that the adults could bear it and persevere.

"Are you all right? Do you want to go back and have a rest? Anyway, there is no shortage of manpower, so I'll be fine." Seeing his wife coughing badly, he helped her away, and said to his daughter, "Come on, Xiaoying, send your mother away." Go back to the house." It would be great if Wang Haoxiu could get some medicine from the concession, otherwise it would be bad, not that one day he would cough to death, but he couldn't bear to see his wife suffer.

If he can, he would like to allow Wang Haoxiu to be a high-ranking official and generous salary, so that he can send him a steady stream of supplies.It's a pity that he can't, even if they want to, they don't have the channel.

He once thought that he could cover the sky with one hand, and even if he couldn't, he still had the ability to turn his hand into a cloud, but now he is kidnapped on a giant ship that is going nowhere.

The Wang family is now as close as one with the Jiang family—not to mention living in the same place—the funeral is naturally involved, so even though Wang Chanyue is resting at home, it is also half of the logistics. After all, there are two serious illnesses among the filial sons and filial daughters, and this rest is also going to work , Going to work or going to work, nothing more than a slight difference in intensity.Fu Yiheng went out, not knowing what was going on.I just confess that I will be late for the next few days, so don't wait for her.She told her not to wait, but in fact she would wait, Wang Chanyue knew in her heart that during the years of war, her heart never let go.

On the other side of the river, Gele Mountain, Bai Mansion.Fu Yiheng didn't need to come, and of course she didn't want to, but dirty things had already happened, and she had to come in order to maintain her little relationship.The times have changed, and coming to the Bai Mansion at this time is really a bit like a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.Even if you think about it, you won’t be caught in any way—you can’t be detained, you can’t be interrogated, and there is only a need for a little interrogation.

The guard at the gate led her to the gatehouse where she sat and waited.From time to time, someone came out to receive her, took her to a small office inside, and served her a cup of tea, it can be seen that she was treated so courteously after explaining to her.She smelt the tea, except that the cup was a little bad, but the tea was good.Juntong probably smuggled a lot of things by himself, she thought, listening to what Jiang Xijie said, he didn’t know how much money he would get when he got the goods all the way. Do you think everyone is a fool?

"Miss Fu." Zhejiang accent, tsk, really, can't you change someone? "It's been a long time." She put down her teacup and stood up, then turned around and shook hands with the person who came from behind - square head, big ears, honest and honest, not suitable for the profession of torture and interrogation. "Miss Fu, sit down quickly. Oh, you are a rare guest!" Fu Yiheng smiled, and rolled his eyes in his heart - can I still grow old?This person started to talk to Fu Yiheng about all kinds of family issues and old friends, and Fu Yiheng rolled his eyes in his heart—Is my old friends not compatible with you?Let's not have any old friends or family friends, okay?

But she was talking to the other party politely and enthusiastically, you hilarious, and I hilarious too.

"I don't know if Ms. Fu has heard of it." The man hesitated to speak, and looked into her eyes, "What?" What?" Fu Yiheng raised his eyebrows, "I know. It's a famous book. Why, what's in the way?" The man looked very suspicious, and said, "No, no, no, just asking. Do you know where he is recently?" I don’t know about it for the time being. Now it’s all one-line contact, and his position is higher than mine.” This reason should be good, for example, their documents are reported {57}, and Boss Dai can’t see it.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a while and said, "He's in Shanghai."

Fu Yiheng pretended to be very surprised and said "Oh", but then pretended to think, and finally confirmed: "Hmm... It seems that he went to Wang Zhaoming. Hey," she waved her hand, "where is he?" , has nothing to do with me. I can't reach that place, and I have nothing to envy. Anyway, I won't have another chance."

The person on the other side felt that she was pretending to be stupid, and wasn't sure, but there was nothing he could do, "Miss Fu, we would like to ask you for a favor." "Oh?" "We want someone's life, and you probably want it too. "

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{57}Military intelligence is divided into three categories, reporting to A to □□, reporting to B to He Yingqin, and reporting to C to Dai Li.