Double Bracelets

No matter how struggling, people are more or less subordinate to a certain boat.Whether the ship is a nation, a country, a family, or the taste of eating, drinking preferences, favorite barbershop for shaving; and whether the ship is as strong and powerful as a giant ship, or it is shabby and ready to sink at any time, people have their own. belongs to the ship.And the whole age is the ocean.The ocean can have crazy waves, or it can be unreal.In the time of illusion, people can only use the rising and setting of the sun day after day to feel the passage of time, and record the life with little content.During the storm, people use the occasional calm and occasional huge waves to record the life that survived a day by luck.

During the war years, people's memory is marked by war.Looking back later, when they can’t remember the year and month, they will use “ah, that’s when Tang Enbo came back from Henan”, “that’s when Jiang Dingwen resigned”, “that’s when the Japanese attacked Dushan, Guizhou”, and “ Ahhh I remembered that it was the time when Hengyang’s bones became a mountain” to draw a scale for my memory.

Jiang Xijie doesn't like this way of remembering. She feels that remembering something like this is tantamount to being completely kidnapped by the war.Telling Wang Jiyue such thoughts, Wang Jiyue didn't look at her, but focused on looking down at the tea in the teapot, poured it into the teacup without spilling or overflowing, handed her a cup, and said with a smile: "It doesn't seem to be the case I don't think I was kidnapped." She could only admit it, after all, the other party was very unreasonable.

In fact, she is just tired, doing thankless things every day, and she hates what too many people do from the bottom of her heart.If she chooses what she wants to remember, it may be the recovery of Tengchong. For her, the Burma Road is as important as her breathing organs.

"Recently..." "Huh?" Wang Jiyue hesitated to speak, and she leaned over, "What's the matter?" Very haggard." "I haven't seen her for several days." Stretching, "I haven't seen her. What's wrong with her? Does she look bad?" "Yeah, I think it's mainly because of tiredness. But she has such a job, so what Come to have a rest?" Both of them shook their heads, in fact, after living together for so long, the two families have already become close as one, and absolutely no longer need any face-saving mutual help, if they don't help, it's no big deal, they are mutual understanding.But Wang Chanyue seemed restless—even though she did feel that she was tired—whenever someone felt unwell, she would take the initiative and consider herself the family's attending physician.For this reason, her sister and "brother-in-law" have persuaded her a lot, doctors don't heal themselves, if you fall down, you will be finished.But I couldn't persuade him, so I could only explain the logistics.Jiang Xijie also felt that since everyone couldn't be persuaded, it would be better to go to Fu Yiheng.

Who would have thought that in this whole year, I didn't see Fu Yiheng very much.When I saw her, I always saw her coming out of upstairs in the early morning and leaving in a hurry.As for when she came, I have no memory at all.Worse than the cat that jumped over the wall.Later, when I heard that the negotiator of the Communist Party came again, Jiang Xijie shook her head in the smoky office, thinking of the double agent she heard from her brother—maybe Fu Yiheng is the one you don’t know when she will betray something Human double agent.

She really wanted to know all kinds of things between Wang Chanyue and Fu Yiheng, just like she and Wang Jiyue were open and honest in front of their little sister.But Wang Chanyue still had reservations about her sister, and she couldn't say much about herself. Often, Wang Jiyue deliberately mentioned it when the three of them were present, so she could know some of it.She always felt that the relationship between Wang Chanyue and Fu Yiheng was strangely closed and unilaterally dominant.This is not good.But nothing can be done.

She guessed right about these two points. No wonder Fu Yiheng always thought that she was extremely smart and would definitely become an excellent intelligence worker if she was trained. It's a pity that she didn't want to.Fu Yiheng is very busy, and the embarrassment is that she is red on the outside, and she pretends to be blue to most people, but she can't let others see her last layer, which is closest to the flesh and blood, never changes The red came.This is very tiring, and what is even more tiring is that she is indeed going to be popular now, and she can't be popular before, otherwise all previous efforts will be wasted.

The visitor brought brand new news about Yan'an, tasks, awards, and arrangements.She even asked her about her intention to go down in a rare way—although it was useless to ask—she said that of course she wanted to stay in Chongqing to continue working and complete the tasks, and she had her parents to take care of her, and she could instigate against her father if necessary.The other party nodded seriously, saying that he is indeed an old comrade, and the idea is very desirable.

In fact, she knew that the question she was asking at this moment must not be about the next arrangement, but wanted to know the general direction of her future wishes.And she had such a flash of thought that she wanted to talk about going to Yan'an.Of course, she can also ask for this, although whether the request can be satisfied is a matter of opinion.Then she immediately regained her senses and said she would stay.Her reasons were reasonable, and although the other party looked at her with some meaning in his eyes, he didn't say anything in the end.

There were rumors about all kinds of events in Yan'an, and she was a little thankful that she was not there.Although this may be detrimental to future development, in comparison, she is really willing to stay in Chongqing, in the heart of the enemy, by the side of her aging father, and by Wang Chanyue's side.Since my father returned to Chongqing, as expected, he has been keen to participate in the highest military meeting every day, and he has repeatedly called for battles within a few days.Although my father knew very well that he was not born in the direct line, he would be guarded by the chairman no matter what, but he had a clear conscience, he had no intention of fighting factions, and only wanted to fight the Japanese to defend his family and the country, so he asked for war regardless.So positive that even rumors about her daughter did not reach her ears.Fu Yiheng is about to move freely.Occasionally, she would think that maybe one day the matter between herself and Wang Chanyue would not be able to be covered with paper, and it would be spread by others, to her father's ears, to the organization, and what would she do then?

Of course she doesn't care, but she doesn't want Chanyue to be implicated by herself.Yes, I will come back to this step after all, what should I do?If you ask Chanyue, maybe the answer is very simple, she will stay with her no matter what, no matter what reasons or excuses, in short, she will carry out the policy of beating people to death and not marrying to the end, just like the freezing cold three feet, let people retreat up.She can completely follow her stubbornly like this, her mind is as unshakable as the dangerous Huashan Mountain, and she has no doubts about it.Chanyue probably also knows very well that from the perspective of the theory that planning depends on people and success depends on heaven, the only problem in planning is oneself, one's own intentions, one's own thoughts, and whether one wants to stand firmly on the ground like believing in Marxism-Leninism. This side of their love.

Just like class conflicts, when you need them to be reconcilable, they can be reconciled;But any seemingly incompatible relationship often complements each other in the depths of still water invisible to ordinary people.Of course, Wang Chanyue didn't think there was any irreconcilable contradiction between their love and Fu Yiheng's wish to create a new world.Fu Yiheng always wondered whether it should be green or not like a willow in the cold spring.This wavering, according to the first line, she should be rectified.

Yes, she thought, people like me, as long as things like this don't stop, they will probably be purged sooner or later.It's just that it doesn't matter if I'm alone, the only thing I can worry about is my father and Chanyue. . .

But in these war-torn years, she has long been used to things coming and making preparations, otherwise the wind will change one day, maybe she will be the one who is "too bad"?Maybe everyone will end up as subjugated slaves?

In the life of a group of people, probably only Wang Jiyue is the only one who is smooth and leisurely, of course he has to put aside all the time to avoid bombing.She was inexplicably excluded from the childcare association, but she didn't have to do anything as important as the beginning, so she could go back to be her teacher with peace of mind.Zhao Juntao heard that she had this idea, so he introduced her to Mr. Tao.Mr. Tao thinks that she is also a rare talent. Apart from all the necessary conditions to be a teacher, Wang Jiyue's biggest advantage is that she does not seek a high salary and has no pressure to make ends meet. This is probably something Yucai Middle School could only wish for.Knowing the predicament of the school, Wang Jiyue originally offered to volunteer, but was rejected by Mr. Tao. She then settled for the next best thing and said that it would be better to give a symbolic low salary. Mr. Tao also refused, saying that since they are all colleagues, they should do whatever they want, and there should be no difference. idea.

Later, I thought about it, and I was upright, so why did I change my righteous path because of the suspicion of the younger generation?

She loves teaching. Although in terms of personal ability, she is not the kind that Mu Xiuyu and Lin Feng must destroy, but the various specialties in her life make her always attract unnecessary attention.At a time like this, she was glad that she went to Yucai Middle School—of course, no one in Nankai invited her to invite her, so it probably wouldn’t be worth it—after all, she was far away from the circle she originally "belonged to", and the people she met here were both red and blue, and most of them were red. , mostly friendly, with their belief in uniting all who can.

She has heard many legends about Yan'an and Shaanxi. She knows that many young people went there for their ideals. Although she has no news about her two younger brothers who work in the Eighth Route Army, she still has a background that is quite blue and hates red. But you let her pat her chest and say unconscionably that she doesn't think there is anything wrong with being red.After all, I am used to seeing that people are like doctrines, and doctrines are like people.Those who inherit this theory are like this, how can the theory be so bad?If a doctrine is a man's nature, its adherents are a man's deeds.There are no exceptions to this complementarity.

At least she thinks so.She didn't know much about the Soviet Union.The Soviet Union was more like a dark cloud in the north to her.

She is strict with students academically and caring outside of class.After the fog season started, she also invited some of her best students to her home for dinner.When the children went back after lunch, she came back and saw Jiang Xijie, who was resting today, standing at the door and looking at her with a cup of tea, "Why don't you go back and rest?" Take a look at the sky, and then at this guy, it doesn't look like you're too tired It looks like it shouldn't be raining, right?

"Suddenly I really want to wear that white dress." Jiang Xijie handed her another cup of hot tea, and the two walked into the room hand in hand, "Which white dress? Why didn't I know you still have a white cheongsam? Come on." I didn’t even make any clothes.” Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered the house, Wang Jiyue began to rummage through boxes and cabinets. Since Jiang Xijie survived a catastrophe, she has become more and more indulgent to her.Seeing this, Jiang Xijie chuckled, pulled her over, and said, "You forgot the dress I wore when we first met at Yang Xizhen's house in Shanghai."

Ah, it was that year, Wang Jiyue said softly in her heart, it was that year, when they were 17 years old, it was Shanghai 17 years ago.

Jiang Xijie saw the distant and old light in her eyes, smiled and shook her head, put down the teacup, pulled her to sit by the bed, held her hand and said, "It's a pity that there is no chocolate now."

The author has something to say:

So, I wrote these 17 years and used 459982 words.It seemed to come together in an instant.