One step, two steps... Three steps, getting closer, getting closer, through the mist, through the sun, and with the morning water vapor, Fu Yusheng finally found what he had been obsessed with for more than 20 years and never gave up searching. wife…
Not a living wife, but a cold tombstone.
Fu Yusheng approached the tomb of his deceased wife, and finally saw his wife, and saw the black and white photos of the deceased wife... Seeing the unfading smile, the voice was especially present, but the yin and yang were separated.
"Plop..."
After meeting more than twenty years later, Fu Yusheng directly knelt down and slammed his knee on the bluestone. Even if it hurt so much, it couldn't hurt his heart.
"The tomb of the martyr Sun Xueqing..."
Fu Yusheng read lightly. It turned out that his deceased wife was not named "Hongmei". She and his comrades in arms... both had their own code names, and the name of their spouse in their marriage application report was "Hongmei".
Hongmei Aoxue, the snow passed and the sky cleared, it turned out that this was the real name of the deceased wife, he even knew the real name of the deceased wife more than 20 years ago.
"Hongmei... Xueqing, the rest of my life is here, the rest of my life is coming to see you... Xueqing, the rest of your life is coming to see you..."
This kneeling, the iron-boned man exhausted his life's strength, this kneeling broke his obsession for more than 20 years.
His wife, his lover... He never waited for his return all his life, nor did he wait for the man named "Fu Yusheng" to marry her home until he died.
I have calluses, and my young fingers are no longer touching the photos of Martyr Sun Xueqing. In the photo, Martyr Sun Xueqing smiles like a flower, always maintaining his twenty-year-old beauty. The corners of his mouth are slightly bent, and there is a flowery face. A watery and gentle smile.
Fu Yusheng loved the smile when the corner of her mouth was raised slightly, beautiful to intoxicating, beautiful to the heart sweet.
His wife’s smile was always in his mind when he was young. Standing among the green mountains and green waters, under the blue sky and white clouds, he was dressed in a looser military uniform. The military cap, the short hair of the ears was tied with rubber bands on the left and right, and he waved at him as he walked.
"Yu Sheng, Yu Sheng... Fu Yusheng, I am here, I am here..."
She said she was here, and every time he looked back... No, no, his wife, his lover were not there, only her smile was in his ears, crisp like a bird in the woods in the morning crying, echoing in his ears NS…
Laugh and laugh, for the rest of my life... For the rest of my life, I am here... I am here...
She said she was here, but he could not find her, how could he not find her, he lost her... He lost her...
Fu Yusheng hugged the icy tombstone and held it tightly, like a living person, so hard that the veins were exposed on the back of his hand.
"Hongmei... Xueqing, I can't find you. You said you are here, but I didn't find you no matter how I searched in my dream..."
In the dream, Fu Yusheng always repeats a dream. In the dream, his wife is shouting "Yusheng" behind him, and as long as he turns his head, only her laughter is left in his ears.
There was thick fog all around, no matter how he searched, how he ran, her voice came from high and low, as if it was in his ears, and it seemed to be far away... No matter how he searched, he never found his wife.
"Hongmei, I have been thinking of you for more than 20 years. I think and think, thinking that you must hate me for missing, hate me for leaving without saying a word, hate me for treachery... So you hide from me and don't want to see I… "