Double Bracelets

It was midnight when Fu Yiheng came home, but instead, he met his elderly elder brother sitting in the hall waiting for her.The eldest brother didn't say anything else, just showed her his father's telegram.Since the start of the war, Fu Chuanyi has basically never returned home.Even during the Chinese New Year, I always accompany soldiers on the front line instead of going home alone.This is his way of running the army.He and his first wife had only one daughter, Fu Yiheng, for the rest of his life, and after his first wife passed away, he would not remarry.Since the War of Resistance, the whole country has mourned, and everyone's fate has taken a turn for the worse. Her father's good thing is that he got rid of Yan Xishan's control because of his transfer, and now he is free.

In contrast, only this elderly and unmarried daughter is his "confidant worry".It's a pity that after his wife's early death, the elders were slow in speech and did not dare to be quick in action. They were powerless and didn't know how to teach their daughters, so they were old and troubled.Now that the war zone he was in charge of has been cancelled, he can just go back to Chongqing to recuperate.In the telegram, there is a sense of reunion after a long absence.

"Brother, let's go rest first. I see." After returning home, there is only one office left. Things can't be said to be good or bad. Fu Yiheng didn't have any emotions about seeing his father again. Maybe seeing his father again would just lament his aging. Probably not necessarily,

Ah, that's not necessarily the case.Father didn't care about himself before, but now?Maybe not necessarily, he is also old.But she doesn't care, she thinks, it's not that she is arrogant, she has lost her heart a long time ago, she has been in the industry for too long, and only thinks about how to do things.

Fu Fenglang went to rest by himself.Not long after, Fu Yiheng went to the door to open it—Wang Chanyue found her by herself, and saw that Fu Yiheng who opened the door had not removed her make-up and was still dressed in fine clothes. She smiled with a tired face, and walked in without saying a word.Fu Yiheng didn't probe out to make sure it was safe, and just closed the door.

They have long been used to having trysts at each other's homes in the dead of night, and it depends on their mood which one they go to tonight.Fu Yiheng didn't care much about going in and out of Wang Chanyue's boudoir, Shengli was already familiar with her smell - the dog liked what she liked, she could climb over the wall if she wanted to, and go through the front door if she didn't want to, no one cares, and no one cares Care about her sleeping in Wang Chanyue's room.It's just that when Wang Chanyue came to Fu's house, she had to take advantage of the dead of night after the whole family had gone to sleep.Go at dawn or noon when there are no people.

"You are so beautifully dressed today, what are you going to do again?" Entering the room, closing the door, the room furnishings are not bad, Fu Yiheng put his arms around her waist in the dark, she put her hands on Fu Yiheng's neck, the two danced and chatted , Everywhere ends the day in this way—occasionally at home, I can catch up with Wang Jiyue downstairs to play records, and when I don’t, I silently play different songs in my heart, "I went to the British club." "Oh?" Wang Chanyue snorted lightly to express curiosity, like a cat about to fall asleep, Fu Yiheng then told her the prepared remarks.This is what she has to do. She is already disobedient to discipline when she is with Wang Chanyue. She can no longer tell her lover these things that have nothing to do with him. She is already in the whirlpool, isn't it messy enough? "But who did I meet today?" "Who?" After Wang Chanyue asked, she suddenly remembered, "Oh...can he take the initiative to find you? It's not easy." "I don't know, but Dad is coming back too " "You..." Wang Chanyue suddenly felt that this generation was very difficult to calculate, and she didn't know how to call it for a while, so Fu Chuanyi was logically counted as her grandparents, but. . .

"When will you come back?" "Probably next month, or later. In short, the war zone has been cancelled, and there is no place to go if you don't come back. It's okay, don't worry. He's coming back to recuperate. He has a meeting in the government or something, Chairman I am very willing to use his. Besides," Fu Yiheng hugged her waist tightly, "I also have my own business to attend to." "Yeah." "Don't talk about him, just talk about you, why are you losing weight again?"

Wang Chanyue turned into a vampire and gnawed at her neck, and didn't answer—feeling that the hands on her waist were becoming more and more indecent—and then showed a useless punishment.

In the middle of the night, she had a psychedelic dream. She dreamed that she was standing in her room. Even though the room was dimly lit, it was still very dark, making people feel that there was a thick and indelible darkness.However, her strange smile was reflected on the window pane. She reached out to open the white paper lampshade, and a watery white bear came out of it.The little bear was so cute, he crawled onto the bed like a child, and got into the bed. Only then did she remember that the little bear was dripping wet, so she yelled, but the little bear seemed to ignore her.When I was about to catch the bear, I woke up.

When he woke up, he saw that Fu Yiheng was also deeply asleep.Recently, she feels very tired. It is the kind of fatigue that cannot be dispelled no matter how much she sleeps, rests, or relaxes, even massage and massage. It radiates from the back, and every breath makes people feel that the thoracic spine is full of fatigue.But now that she was exhausted, she slept less and less. Sometimes she woke up in the middle of the night and felt unable to fall asleep.Of course, if you are on duty or working overtime, don't even think about sleeping well.

Sometimes when she wakes up in the middle of the night, Fu Yiheng is lying beside her, facing her, with a domineering expression that regards herself as a treasure and hugs her tightly.She opened her eyes, like the brilliance of the moon in her eyes, carefully counting the wrinkles at the corners of Fu Yiheng's eyes.

She is old, there is no doubt about it.Of course, the speed of aging cannot be compared with others, because the decline of material conditions is extremely unreasonable, so people cannot make judgments.What's more, she doesn't mind Fu Yiheng getting old.Old is old, she never hated that she couldn't meet Fu Yiheng when she was in her early twenties, because she fell in love with Fu Yiheng's mature charm from the very beginning, just like someone who loves old wine.After getting along for a long time, she became mature, and Fu Yiheng showed a youthful naughtiness on the contrary, but this did not change the fact of the age gap.

It can't even change the incest-like relationship between them in a sense.

She gently scratched Fu Yiheng's cheek with the back of her finger, and smiled slightly as she looked at it.

In ancient times, people always said that flying together, living together and dying together.I can't live with you, can I die with you?or I will be earlier than you

Fu Yiheng always likes to kiss her forehead when he wakes up, like a routine.Wang Chanyue's eyes were like water in a deep well, she kissed Fu Yiheng's temple, hugged Fu Yiheng and fell asleep with her eyes closed.

Time passed by, and I seemed to be a terminally ill patient, just waiting for the time to die.

She was full of these ominous premonitions that did not come, and she let them go without explanation.With Jiang Xijie in her position, the most important thing to do every day is not only to check the stock and turnover of supplies, but also to pay attention to the battle situation.Although the Japanese are now focused on fighting the Americans, the battlefield in China has shrunk, but it is not as tight as it used to be.But anyone who has access to this level of information is very clear that in order to continue to expand the results of the war, Japan's top priority is to completely wipe out China and completely defeat the resistance. Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible to win such a two-front battle—the main force If the troops cannot completely leave the Chinese battlefield, it will not be possible to talk about a showdown with the United States, and they can only be consumed by the United States.We can’t wait for the good news of the autumn harvest in autumn—not to mention whether there is a drought elsewhere, there are very few grain-producing areas that can be occupied. The situation this year is slightly better than the previous two days, but the hunger is still there.As for the supplies of the expeditionary force, there must be no shortage, which is related to the country's prestige; the front line of Changde is besieged, and airdrops must be airdropped there.Sometimes Jiang Xijie feels that the war is hopeless. Although she has accepted life and death for a long time, the God of Reaper is like a shadow not far away. his will.In a blink of an eye, it was another winter.Can you survive the next winter?have no idea.

The future is a gray and cold British sky that is bound to rain. I just don't know when it will rain, but I don't have an umbrella anyway.Such a mood is neither despair nor optimism, it is as calm as death.

Going home one day, she just received an order in the afternoon and arranged a new round of airdrop logistics plan for the Changde defenders. She was moving supplies elsewhere. When she went home and saw Jiang Xize, she talked about it with Jiang Xize.When Jiang Xize heard this, his face became even more ugly.But his daughter Jiang Ye walked by with his little sister Jiang Lang in his arms, and came over and asked, "What's wrong with Dad? Are you feeling unwell?" The tender and young Jiang Lang followed suit and asked, "Is uncle sick and coughing? "As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pat his back.Jiang Xize could only smile wearily, "Uncle is fine, why don't you go play with sister first?"

Waiting for the children to leave and the yard to be empty, Jiang Xize asked her, "Airdrop tomorrow?" "Well, bullets and supplies. I think the plane has meat in addition to ammunition. Try to feed the soldiers to fight." Jiang Xize nodded , and my sister sat on the stone bench in the yard, lit a cigarette, "Changde is a mountain of bones. The common people who couldn't survive would have died long ago, and those who struggled to survive until now have also died. You know The Japanese are now frantically trying to seize the line of communication. As for us, we have helped the Americans a lot by defending at all costs. But will the Americans help us?" He looked at Jiang Xijie, and Jiang Xijie said: "At least for now, we still help Yes. It's just," she wanted to say that the beautiful equipment provided by the Americans was still in good use, and the money was stolen. Jiang Xize nodded, and every time he nodded, Jiang Xijie felt his exhaustion deepened. , then raised his head, smoked silently, and said for a long time:

"I used to hate those things too. Dad hated it too. My brother hated it too." With a flick of two fingers, the cigarette butt flew not far away, and it burned quietly like a disgusting person, and the disgusted person didn't seem to feel disgusted, " But after all these years, I understand: It’s not that I don’t want to be punished, sometimes I can’t be punished, just like although a lame leg is still beriberi, but it’s still a leg, if it’s completely cut off, it’s going to be on crutches.”

"Although a strong man breaks his wrist and a hero commits suicide," he suddenly choked up his throat, thinking of his comrades who committed suicide on the front line, "...but now the living are more useful than the dead."

Jiang Xijie nodded and said nothing, which was her approval.You asked her if she wanted to kill those corrupt and harmful people, she thought.But not now.Waiting until after autumn to settle accounts is the only way.But when is the day of reckoning?I believe that retribution is not good, but sometimes the good people can only wait until after death.

Back in the room, I saw Wang Jiyue sitting at the desk correcting homework, "Oh, why did you take it home to correct it?" Wang Jiyue smiled and ignored her, the man's paws went along his shoulders to his neck, and then his head fell After burying it, someone started to bite someone's ear with itchy teeth, "...you owe me meat, so you can't bite me." She didn't push Jiang Xijie away, but just held this guy's hand, Jiang Xijie Seeing her scribbling changes, her handwriting fluttering, and there was joy on her face, "This child is not bad." "Yeah, the school is full of smart orphans of the War of Resistance that Mr. Tao took in, the kind that makes you feel uncomfortable." A child whose education is going to be wasted. Talents are good. It’s just,” “Just?” “It’s just that some children can let you see that there is something wrong with him in essence. It’s just because of the environment It’s different, it’s just not shown yet.” “For example?” “It’s hard to tell, it’s just a feeling. For example, this,” she took out a test paper, deliberately covering the name, and Jiang Xijie saw the surname Li, “...this The child, even though he is the son of Sister Zhao, would have to hide his name before the war. Smart is smart, but it makes people think he is a kind of smart, opportunistic, but the core of being a person is distorted .”

The core of being a human being is distorted, and opportunism can only become a dog-like cloak for others.

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The end of chapter 150 is a joke. . .