Double Bracelets

A few days later, Wang Haoxiu was still dead.It's just that the news of the death arrived in Chongqing one step late.At the end of hot May, his broken and incomplete body was carried out by the last few hard-hearted friends for burial, before it decomposed.Fortunately, he himself had prepared the coffin boards long ago.Knowing that her elder brother was tortured to death, Wang Chanyue couldn't bear it and could not tell her parents. The communication with Malaya had also been cut off—since his uncle surrendered, his father had no choice but to become one of the sources of income for the Japanese. In order to protect himself, he paid I finally transferred my family property and rubber plantation to Penang.Now that the Japanese have beaten them, the real rights of the rubber plantation can, or can only be given with both hands.

The family they stayed in Chongqing had no choice but to keep silent in order to avoid suspicion or conditions did not allow it.

She didn't know that her own brother could still have such a brave side. In her impression, his bravery only appeared occasionally when he was competing for the drinking order for a prostitute. He was her uncompromising elder brother and the one who best inherited her father's business talent My child, smoking opium, whoring, prostitution, and gambling can do everything. As a younger sister, I wondered how my elder brother could still bear so much opium?When I was in Shanghai, my elder brother seemed to know that his hobbies were an insult to the family, so he reduced his contacts, as if he was not close to his brothers and sisters.

When she chose to elope with her unlucky lover, she stayed in Shanghai as if she had lost her mind.Everyone thought that he couldn't live without those extravagant places, and would rather be a subjugated slave.Who knew he had done so many things.Jiang Xize said that because Wang Haoxiu knows a lot of information about important contacts in the military, once he rebels, the consequences may be no less than Wang Tianmu—although it will not destroy the Shanghai Station and the East China system, some important transportation points connected with the General Staff may be destroyed. .

But he didn't say that he would rather die than surrender.However, he was tortured to death.His uncle, who had surrendered to an important position in the government, was of no use at all—Wang Shaoxun tried to clear up the relationship and let Ding and Li {58} intercede and release his nephew, but the gendarmerie took a tough attitude and made Wang Shaoxun see that Li and Ding were incompatible with each other. There were many disagreements in the gendarmerie, so they immediately persuaded the nephew to confess everyone, so he would not die, and even took the initiative to torture the nephew's entourage, but there was no gain.

No one knows how he reprimanded his uncle in the prison with scars all over his body.Those words will remain in Wang Shaoxun's heart until his death.

It's not good for Wang's family to hold any commemorative ceremony for Wang Haoxiu directly.When the news returned to Chongqing in June, Wang Chanyue bought a bunch of white gardenias, and sat by the river for a while at dusk.She can rest today, but she doesn't want to go home at all.She neither wants to listen to other people's comfort, nor does she want to comfort others.She wanted to remember her dead brother alone.

During the war years, everyone is constantly losing their relatives.I can't avoid it either.

Fu Yiheng went to the hospital to look for her, said she was not there, and just left.She chased after her instinctively, saw her buying flowers, saw her walking towards the river, saw her sitting down in the deserted place on the stone embankment.It was inconvenient for him to approach her, so he just stood at a distance and looked at her.

She knew that Wang Haoxiu was dead.Although this is not the result she hoped for, it has already become an established fact, and it is too late to discuss anything.If she could make the highest decision, she would hope that Wang Haoxiu would not die. After all, she could rely on him to transfer the supplies that Du Yuesheng had to get from Shanghai. After leaving No. 76, her task is still to cooperate with No. 76.This time it did not cause a huge blow to the Kuomintang because of Wang Haoxiu's unyielding spirit. Now that I think about it, why bother?Let these people who are really worth living be sacrificed?

She had to keep telling herself that this world was hopeless and had to be broken and a new one built.Any price can be paid for this.And what this "any price" includes, it is best not to calculate it now.

Run away, anyway, it's not the day to face it.

She stood not far away looking at Wang Chanyue's thin and lonely figure.A bouquet of white gardenia was placed by her hand.

She has lost a lot of weight, her physique is not as good as before, and she always looks tired.Think about how many days has she rested since she arrived in Chongqing in 38?I'm afraid it doesn't add up to two or three months.It seems to be almost five years, when will all this end?Two days ago, I received a telegram from Switzerland saying that Fu Juxu had passed away.Before he died, he confessed that after he won the domestic war, he would bury himself back, and then he would do the funeral, and he had to kowtow to himself.

She wanted to ask Yuan Heng if he was married, and Yuan Heng asked her if Chanyue was okay.

"Why did you come here?" She walked over and sat beside Wang Chanyue, seeing tears on Wang Chanyue's face, "...I miss third brother."

Wang Chanyue said that when she was young, the third brother liked to buy gifts for herself the most, because he was the eldest son and he knew how to do business. He was especially good at earning money from others since he was a child. I don’t make any money—and I probably don’t have much to make—instead, I spend all my money to buy things for my younger siblings.In fact, their vast Wang family lacks everything.It's just that there are some things that parents don't buy for them, so the older brother brings them back to his younger sister while he's playing outside.When he grows up and goes to Shanghai, he will send home the things he thinks are good in boxes.When he was studying in a girls' high school in Shanghai, he knew that his reputation was not very good, so he didn't often go to see his sister—maybe it was because he was afraid of Wang Jiyue's control, but every now and then she would always see a decent-looking boy in the school reception room. -In the eyes of others, he may be a scumbag who doesn't look like a scumbag-send things to himself.

Later, she went to Peiping again, and Wang Haoxiu couldn't catch her up - she didn't have any friends in Peiping, and she didn't know much about life in the north, so she changed to sending money directly.Every time he leaves, the family gives her a lump sum of money, and his brother gives her money every month.It will be doubled during the holidays.

Wang Haoxiu always laughs at himself that he smells of copper all over his body, knows nothing except business, and doesn't study hard.I can't express myself, and even said that my handwriting is ugly, so I dare not write letters to my brothers and sisters. "So," he said, "from this point of view, I'm the least promising one in this branch of our Wang family!" After speaking, he laughed.I can still hear it now.

"When I was young," she picked up the gardenias in her hand, "every June, my brother bought a lot of gardenias. I asked him if he liked gardenias the most, and he said that he didn't have a favorite flower, but he just thought It smells good and looks good, if you look like me, buy it for me."

She stood up, went to the river, put the flowers in the river, and let it flow down.

Since I went to Peiping, I have rarely seen my brother again. Thinking about it now, it seems that even my brother's later face is blurred.I only remember when they were teenagers, and the faint smell of opium on my elder brother's body.

Fu Yiheng stood behind and looked at her back, and saw her trembling slightly, so he went up to hug her, stroked her back, and let her cry bitterly.

In the era of hot summer, severe drought across the country, and starvation, Jiang Xijie can concentrate on her business affairs and family life at the same time. Anyway, the two can be managed together—she plans to fly over in July In the first few flights, I tried to find a way to carry some supplies that I wanted.As long as you don't get too overweight, you should be fine.Although nothing has been decided yet, it can only depend on the situation.On the way, she can also go to the Long family from Kunming to get back the remaining gold bars - without the aunt, she has no relationship with the Long family, and even if she has friendship, she has to discount it, let alone trust her.

No amount of consumption of brain cells can be overstated. Anyway, it's hot and her wound doesn't hurt.I took X-rays several times, and they said that the piece of shrapnel didn’t move—it’s weird to move, it didn’t even have a chance to grow out along with the muscle tissue, and everyone was losing weight.

So Mama Zhao was taunting her again, but this time the sarcasm brought a little worry: "I can't feed you long, you! Sigh!" Mama Zhao boasted that she had made the best nutrition for the stressful situation during wartime , the children can grow fat, and the adults are not far behind, especially the two sick patients Fu Yuanying and Jiang Xijie. What happened?Fu Yuanying was still weak, and Jiang Xijie was still thin.Zhao's mother then attributed everything to the fact that she was thinking too much all day long!over thinking!worry!tiring!

She wanted to encourage Wang Jiyue to persuade her, but it was useless after thinking about it.I had to concentrate on feeding the pigs.

It's not that Wang Jiyue is not worried, she is worried.In the past, when you stripped the clothes to see the flesh, it was soul-stirring, no matter how you say it is Xishi Zhaojun; now stripping the clothes to see the bones, it is also touching, you just wonder when she will change her temper and become Zhao Feiyan.She wanted to say something wrong about Jiang Xijie, and she had no position—she had lost weight too.But because of this, the two of them had to encourage each other to eat hard.Strive to work more and eat more, and save some money no matter what.

"Get down." Wang Jiyue sat on the bed, patted her thigh, and asked Jiang Xijie to lie on her lap.Jiang Xijie was not happy at first, Wang Jiyue asked her why she was not happy, do you think I hurt you?She didn't dare.She had no choice but to lie on her stomach—Wang Jiyue saw that her white hairs were getting more and more white, which was really an eyesore, and she had to pull them out.It stands to reason that young people in their early thirties should grow black hair after pulling out their white hair.Who would have thought that within a few days, a few more white hairs would appear.

"You said that you worry too much all the time. In the future, you should give more care to others." Even so, Jiang Xijie felt that there was no one to trust.Fu Yuanying took on the largest range of matters within her physical strength. As long as she was not out of the hospital, she could take care of everything she could, especially the children's affairs, and she had to bear the responsibility of raising them.Fu Yuan'e is going to take care of her parents instead of her sister who can't work hard, even if she runs away at both ends, she can handle it.It stands to reason that the manpower is naturally enough, but when Jiang Xijie recalled the things she did not decide during her illness, she only had one big word in her heart: loss!

It is useless for you to persuade her not to spare money, but to cherish life. She has long since spared money, and she wants to get as much as possible.Ever since Mrs. Xu left, she felt that she needed to take medicine and tonics. She thought that if she could bear it, she would not be able to bear it one day. Trying every means was like letting the whole family drink milk powder every day to keep fit—no That's a good thing - so he racked his brains to bribe and bribe him, means, face, what he should want, what should be lost, what should be thrown away, now he doesn't care, life matters.

"Oh, it's just gray hair, don't worry. Grandpa has gray hair as long as I remember, and it went back to black after a while after arriving in Shanghai. There is no way to be sure. It doesn't matter." After plucking out the gray hair, this guy moved quickly Turned over and grabbed Wang Jiyue's calf—the posture is not ambiguous—and massaged her, "You walk so far every day, I'm worried that your feet are tired."

Wang Jiyue propped her upper body on her elbows, her eyes were a little blurred—she wondered if Jiang Xijie didn’t move on purpose, because she was very tired today—"Let’s be tired if you are tired. Who can avoid it? I met a rickshaw today. The driver is skinny, It's just skinny and skinny!" "You can pay the fare for a month with your salary." "It's not good to pay the fare to others. I didn't bring anything else today. But it's not every day. Yes. These days," she thought of those fat white orphans in the nursery—the fat whites from the war years—and the cakes sent by my wife today, "everyone doesn't know what happiness is."

Jiang Xijie looked at her with a smile, after so many years, there is no need to say something like when she was young, just look at it.It's good to be able to see.Live and within reach.

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{58} Dingmo Village, Li Shiqun