Double Bracelets

Many people died later, but Fu Yiheng didn't know about it.But she more or less saw a little sign.After Pan Hannian disappeared, she felt that she was going to die too.Sure enough, a notice came down from above, and the person who arrested her came with the notice.Her husband and her have been married for so many years, but they have developed a friendship between friends. At this time, he was about to stop the visitor, but Fu Yiheng shook his head at him.He remembered what Fu Yiheng had said to her two days ago, so he could only keep silent and let her be taken away.

If I get caught, you have to do everything possible to stay.Otherwise, no one will take the hat off my head.

Fu Chuanyi had passed away long ago, and the peaceful liberation of Beiping still brought him fame and status. As an important hero, Fu Yiheng didn't receive much, as if everything was her responsibility.Well, peaceful liberation is a great achievement in itself.Seeing her dream come true, she didn't feel the ecstasy she expected, she just felt a little lonely, just like every time she performed a mission before, she didn't feel so glorious and great, and she didn't have any regrets or guilt, she just felt feel lonely.After Chanyue left, this feeling became more distinct, more bone-piercing, and more lingering.

So many years have passed, how are you doing, Chanyue?I am already a 53-year-old middle-aged woman, but I will become a real old woman in a few years.Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, she no longer wears the gorgeous clothes she used to wear, and is devoted to being a new woman in her new China—even though she feels that these clothes have no aesthetics at all.

Maybe the clothes themselves are a kind of psychological suggestion.

She was assigned to the public @安@系@系统@, and had a job that was upright.She lives with her father. After liberation, his father retired his original house and rented a new house. His style can be called "retirement {90}", and she inherited it.But sometimes she felt that it was understandable for her father to be careful.What happened to myself?A new country and a new system have been established, and a new era has begun. Why don't we all look forward together?The hunter hasn't thought about cunning yet, so what are you guys so anxious about?

She asked herself that no one was in the way, and she didn't want to be paraded through the streets to gain fame and fame.

But she sensitively felt that the atmosphere was not right, and as expected, Pan Hannian disappeared.Others thought that Lao Pan was on a special mission again, and some relatives came to ask her if she knew Lao Pan's whereabouts, because Dong Hui{91} had disappeared too.She had a bad intuition, so she explained it to her husband.She knew what reason Pan Hannian would be arrested for. She had done similar things, but she was even less "pure". She was also involved with Pan Hannian.

It turns out that she guessed the wrong charge, but the end is the same.

She was interrogated first in prison, and then wrote the inspection materials, all kinds of things, it goes without saying.She knew some of these methods to some extent, but she never thought that one day she would be recruited on her own head.The inspection was written over and over again, but the other party was not satisfied anyway, and probably hoped that she would confess more people, whether it was war criminals or enemy agents, so that they could catch them all.She didn't want to, and didn't want to harm others, so the other party threatened her husband. Instead, she smiled: "If you can find out the information about his involvement, then there will be ghosts! Before I left Chongqing and returned to Shanghai, I I don’t know him at all! We’re all proletarians and atheists, so it’s hard to believe in ghosts, right?” The interrogators couldn’t help but said that she had to explain her own problems.She wanted to ask if she could contact her husband, but after thinking about it, she decided to forget it.He should remember to visit the grave of Jiang Xijun, who died in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea 50 years ago, and the money will be remitted on time.

The interrogation did not cause her any physical trauma, but she was very disappointed in all this.She seems to be able to see the blood of tens of millions of people will be shed under the Soviet-style purge, and a heavier price will be paid.Such filth and filth can only be washed away with the price of blood.As for her, she seemed unable to wait for that day.She can't beat these people.Only at this time did she find out, and then she thought clearly: If there is no highest order—even if it is the order of others—who would dare to do these things?

This has been the case throughout the ages, no one else.

She felt hopeless.Despair accumulated for decades has finally reached a breaking point.

On the night of June [-], she was still in the cell.She handed in another inspection material today, and she didn't expect the other party to be satisfied.She is tired.After listening carefully, he was sure that the guard had left.The prison is empty, and there must be someone writing a book not far away.She quietly took off the prison uniform, bit it with her teeth, and tore it carefully and as silently as possible.

On the day she heard about Chanyue's marriage, she drank alone in the old house.After drinking all night, counting the stars in the sky, I didn't get drunk at all.Since then, she has never been able to get drunk again.Whether it's a celebration banquet or a festive family banquet, she can no longer get drunk with liquor and foreign wine, and her mind is still sober in the dizziness of the central nervous system.She occasionally thinks of Chanyue, and occasionally dreams of Chanyue.She would think, Chanyue, are you in Penang now?Still in America?How are you and Yuanheng?Is your injury better?Do you have children?If so, boys and girls, there must be a few that look good, and they must be like you.Sometimes she dreamed that Chanyue was crying, sometimes she dreamed that Chanyue was acting like a baby to herself like before, and sometimes she dreamed that when Chanyue was injured, the hospital corridor could not run to the end.

Once, she dreamed that Chanyue was holding a little boy.In the dream, she didn't know who the child was with Chanyue, she only knew that it was Chanyue's child, and she loved this child very, very much.

The day you left me, my life has entered the eternal night.In fact, what I dream most often is the picture of you crying, but unwilling to let me approach you.I know that I have done you forever irreparable damage, and I have done the same to myself.

I'm sorry, Chanyue, I'm sorry.

She put the rope tied with the prison uniform on the beam of the house, carefully making sure that it was fastened and secure, grabbed the rope with both hands, first pulled herself away from the bed, and then put her head in with all her strength.

I may have made many wrong decisions in my life, especially about you and me, Chanyue.Just let me do one last correct one.

Before letting go, she thought, have you already arrived there?Then I smiled again, no.

I have always been faster than you, and I will wait for you over there.We will never be separated again, I will wait for you, and I will never leave you again.

Fu Yiheng let go of his arms as if opening his arms, and his body hung silently in the summer night of Beijing.

On July [-]st, Jiang Xijie and Wang Jiyue left Hong Kong for the United States.Wang Weiran was very happy to see his Aunt Jiang again, but his aunt passed away, and he lost relatives one after another at a young age, so he was a little taciturn, sleeping quietly in the cabin every day.Eight days later, the ship was sailing on the Pacific Ocean. At dusk, the sunset on the sea was very magnificent. Jiang Xijie and Wang Jiyue stood on the deck to watch it together.Wang Jiyue leaned on Jiang Xijie's shoulder without saying a word, as if she had returned to all the good times in the past.It was as if they had never been separated, and all the hardships they had experienced were just waves.

"Take it out." Wang Jiyue said, "This is the best time to see it." Jiang Xijie then bent down to pick up the urn, and there was no one else on the deck—the flight back to the United States was constantly jet-lagged, and everyone else was sleeping at the moment up.Wang Jiyue lightly picked up a handful of ashes with a handkerchief, flung them out, scattered them in the wind, and landed in the Pacific Ocean.Holding the urn with one hand, Jiang Xijie did the same, but after a while, the ashes were gone.

"Goodbye, Chanyue, goodbye..." Wang Jiyue called softly to the sea, and then couldn't help crying.Jiang Xijie hugged her shoulders and also shed tears.The afterglow of the setting sun shone on them, like ambiguous eyes, but also like the holy light of love.Jiang Xijie seemed to see Chanyue's face again in the multicolored refraction of the sun. Her face when she was a young girl was lively, lovely, and weird.

The relatives and friends she loved all her life are now gone, except for her children, only her lover is left.I can't tell if this is luck or misfortune.She kissed her lover's forehead lightly, and silently swore in her heart that from now on, she would never let you shed tears again.We will be happy for the rest of our lives, never again with such bone-piercing sorrow.

Goodbye, Chanyue, goodbye.

After arriving in Los Angeles, the three of them took another flight back to New York and returned to the Jiang family's mansion in Manhattan.As soon as she entered the door, Wang Jiyue saw that Jiang Ye had grown up to be a good-looking talent, Jiang Ying was still playing the piano smoothly, Jiang Lang was sitting beside her sister reading a book, Zhao Ma was sitting in the most comfortable corner of the living room, wearing presbyopic glasses, and Jiang Ying Ye complained that he never came home for dinner.

Everyone saw her with smiles on their faces, especially Jiang Ying, who immediately rushed over to hug her. A 22-year-old girl, her appearance is very similar to her father, and her temperament is very similar to her mother.I went to greet the old man in front of Zhao's mother again, and Zhao's mother smiled and said: "You don't know, when there is no news of you, this little bastard," she pointed to Jiang Xijie, "the face of the bitter melon can be squeezed out. It's up to you When I heard the news, huh, she looked like a monkey! I almost went to heaven!" Wang Jiyue said that she still has a conscience, she keeps her word, and she will take care of you for the elderly. Zhao's mother is nearly ninety years old, as always, it seems Planning to live up to the age of 120 according to the vow, "I am almost [-] years old, and she will support me to grow old! If I don't live so long! I will not be blessed!"

When she arrived in New York, she finally got to know Jiang Ye, a talented student at Columbia University, Jiang Ying, a current student at Columbia University, and Jiang Lang, who thought the whole family went to Columbia University and was bored and went to other places—so she was reprimanded by Zhao Ma—the three guys. Over the past few years in the United States, it is still right to sigh, otherwise how to become such a person?On the way, she and Jiang Xijie talked about Jiang Xiyao, and Jiang Xijie sighed, saying that her brother is now in Taiwan and is in charge of guarding the Golden Gate, so he has to say it's okay, and refuses to let him go. "He's happy now. That's good, after all, his sister-in-law is with him. Come here when he retires."

Wang Jiyue was very tired that night, relying on Jiang Xijie, the sense of security she had not experienced for many years made her fall asleep quickly.When she woke up the next day, Jiang Xijie looked at her on the bed and waited for her to get up with a smile. In a trance, if it wasn't for the different decoration of the house, she would have thought it was another dream, dreaming of the days when she was a teenager and stayed at Jiang's house .

"Get up, it's nine o'clock, go downstairs for breakfast." She nodded, and Jiang Xijie came up and kissed her.Jiang Xijie wanted to get up, but she suddenly felt reluctant, and rushed to hold Jiang Xijie's waist to prevent her from leaving. "Don't go."

Jiang Xijie smiled, it was her familiar laughter.Jiang Xijie untied her hands, turned around and rushed over, held her hands again, and put them to her lips, "I won't go, I won't go again, and I won't go anywhere. We love each other and live together. Die together."

She smiled, because of the wrinkles, she smiled deeply, "Okay."

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The author has something to say:

{90} Humility.Jin Gehong's "Baopuzi Xingpin": "Scholars have Han Hongkuangqi, accept things with humility, hide diseases and hide flaws, be gentle and honest, work modestly and recede, and be trustworthy in rescue." Liu Zongyuan of Tang Dynasty "Send Yan The preface to the poem "Return to Xing Yuan Jin Province" in Gongkuo: "My son uses the ambition of retreating to adjust his interest; he cultivates his elegance with the sincerity of tempering."

{91}Pan Hannian's wife.

long journey

May 2015, 5, US Eastern Time, 22:21 pm. About 16 minutes ago, I finished writing "A Tale of Two Bracelets".The unexpected smoothness of writing this Sunday is due to the fact that the arms are not so painful—maybe it is the correct sitting posture—here I can advise you as a good doctor who has become a good doctor after a long illness: Typing for a long time, please remember Do not hang your elbows in the air.

I wrote it very smoothly today. I wrote five chapters and [-] words in one breath, and finished it in one breath.I experienced the "very comfortable" feeling of "writing in the study for eight hours" that Haruki Murakami said.Probably when I write novels, I usually end like this. I always finish the last few chapters in one breath, probably because the ending is always thought out in advance.This is different from the great writer Murakami. He probably never wants an ending, but I always have an ending in my mind, and then continue to build bridges on the road to reach this ending.

This ending is also what I thought about before writing this novel.Who will live and who will die, who will stay and who will go away, I have already thought about it.In the process of writing, due to the continuous emergence of historical facts and the constant change of understanding of historical facts, the final time is constantly revised. For example, the opportunity for Fu Yiheng’s final suicide was initially set when the anti-rightist struggle was expanding, and later wrote. So, it was changed to the point where she was involved in the Pan case and chose to commit suicide: but in general, the overall intention and grasp of the overall feeling of the novel have not changed from the beginning to the end.

Some people said that the previous novels, especially "Changle Weiyang", were handled very sloppily.In hindsight, I, as an author, also find it sloppy.There is no way, if you put your age there, immaturity is immaturity.Experience affects the brush strokes, so I can't force it at all.When I was writing "The Train to the North", I tried my best to focus on the description of psychology, hoping to master the tricks of describing the psychology of the characters-here, mastering is more like learning, which is still far away from studying and striving for perfection.But this time, I want to write a story with a grand story structure and historical background, with evidence everywhere.It is not difficult to put the story in an environment that I have experienced before, but what if I put it in a real environment that I have never experienced at all?This is an aspect that I strive to challenge in this article.I use textual research—as far as I can, most of which are based on Wikipedia—to understand and restore that era. I have to say: First, sometimes I immerse myself in the restoration. This should be the ability that the author should have, or It is also a kind of enjoyment of writing; second, sometimes the restoration is still very poor. If it is good, dialect is a point that should be broken through. Textual research; third, during the whole process of textual research, I often found some interesting details of history that I didn't know before, and I became more and more fascinated by that period of history.

In order not to have time bugs, and not to write and forget the time (however, this still happens often), I concentrated on making three excel as timetables, the general timetable, the Anti-Japanese War timetable, and the Kuomintang-Communist Civil War timetable.There are nearly 300 pages of favorite pages.Looking back on this long road now, although it is not worth boasting at all-checking Wikipedia has nothing to boast about-but I still have to say thank you to myself.At the same time, it also made me fully understand that it is the best way to check and ask if you don't understand something, and to find evidence to speak.I also make a lot of annotations for this, which I find very satisfying. They can both explain to the reader and help the reader understand.Of course, this is also the sequelae of being abused by a very academic professor.

Looking back at this lengthy 52-word novel, I began to think about my shortcomings in writing a few days before it was finished.First of all, at the beginning of the novel, the rhythm is slightly procrastinated. This is a problem, and it was discovered too late to fix it.Maybe it’s because I don’t want readers to think that the characters in this novel are too casual after all, so I try my best to write it delicately and make people feel reasonable. I hope you will feel like this when you read it.Secondly, many established goals have not been achieved, and the proportion of characters is out of balance.For example, the character Jiang Xize was originally set to form a wrestling with Fu Yiheng and prepare a line of intelligence struggle.Unfortunately, I overestimated myself, let alone write it, I can't even design it.That's why I gave up halfway, which caused my favorite Jiang Xize's role to be severely lacking, and Fu Yuanying's role is even more so.This is something I can't make up for in the main story. If there are rumors, I hope I can make up for it, but this is not certain for the time being.Again, the last part is a little rushed.Although this is partly because the speed of the Liberation War was already very fast, but subjectively it was because I was eager to finish it, and I didn't want to procrastinate in describing parts and fragments like before.Although this has created a sense of fate like a storm in the final part of the story, objectively speaking, rushing is rushing.

The whole article could be better, but I'm not very knowledgeable and I'm in a hurry, so I can only reach this place in the end.But that doesn't stop me loving it, including the four main characters.

At the beginning, I planned to use the story of Jiang Xijie and Wang Jiyue to write about the love I hoped for, the unswerving love that will accompany you for life even through wind and rain, the love that cannot be broken even by the changes in the world, the love that is completely ideal.Then I created Fu Yiheng and Wang Chanyue, and I planned to use them to write a sad love tortured and destroyed by the changes in the world, a realistic love belonging to that era.Look at it after it’s over, I’ve accomplished this goal, and even later, Fu Wang’s emotional line is even more important, this is not only because of the plot I set—the plot is moving forward by itself—but also because I personally My subconscious preference, maybe I am still good at writing abuse.This morning, I started writing the chapter where the two were separated, and I cried a lot.When I wrote about their respective later experiences, I cried again.When I wrote about their death in the same year, the same month, and the same day, and Jiang and Wang threw ashes on the boat, and when Wang Jiyue said "goodbye, Chanyue", I felt like a knife was twisting my heart again, and I felt that I really said goodbye The Chanyue girl I described—she may be more or less myself, but she exists more independently from me—and at that moment, I cried and bid farewell to her, sincerely in my heart, like every time Seeing the suffering caused by the war and then praying for world peace, I wish her happiness in heaven.

These four protagonists are the most successful characters I have created since I wrote the article.I love them and thank them for walking this journey with me.Thank you, readers, for accompanying me all the way through this journey.Thank you to everyone who has been leaving messages. Leaving messages is a great pleasure for me to update articles every day.Some people say that every chapter has some emotions, and after the emotion is over, they don't know what they are feeling.This may be life, just a feeling of listening to stories.Perhaps one day in the future, you will suddenly recall this vague feeling and finally understand what it is.

From the opening of the pit on February 28 last year to today, it has been almost a year and three months. After writing such a long novel, it really has come a long way.During the period, I couldn’t finish writing a chapter for a few days. I went back to China, got drunk, and spent a while. I experienced my very sad days and met my love. Time is still moving forward. , but this story has come to an end. In the first half of 16, because I was close to graduation, there were basically no classes. Every morning, I got up anxiously like a spell, opened the document, and every day was a new chapter waiting for me to code it out.I personally felt the painful feeling of facing a blank document but not being able to code, and sometimes I had to force myself to rest and relax before continuing.This has lasted for more than a year, and it is over.Tomorrow I will get up at 05:30 to see my roommates off. What is rare is that after seeing them off and returning home, I turn on the computer, but there is no need to update the text.

Thinking about it is a good rest, but I also feel melancholy, even quite reluctant.The same goes for any journey.Sometimes after writing a novel, what I enjoy the most is writing the last postscript.It seems like a great journey, just to finally put pen to paper on a travel note.But no one can deny that we got extraordinary enjoyment on the road.

In the future, this article may have a small update, which is to catch bugs.The rumors are uncertain for the time being, maybe people will go out first.I will fill in the previous funny short story first, but I am not sure, and it is also a story that is not easy to think about.However, writing will not give up.

Two Bracelets, I thought of the name myself, and later found out that it really exists.For me, it refers to the two pairs of bracelets on the hands of Jiang Xijie and Wang Jiyue, as well as the bond between the two lovers.But more importantly, it's a good name.This article is also my favorite work.

Thank you all for reading.I hope you enjoy "A Tale of Two Bracelets".see you later.