"Sister Rou is like:
On the ninth day of the expedition, everyone left a letter as a rule, and left it to be returned after the sacrifice. For the rest of my life, I was alone and had no worries. I thought about the quarrel the day before, so I left this letter..."
It may have been the first month of the year a year ago. The location was in Zhangcun. Under the dim light at night, the unshaven old man licked the nose of the brush with his tongue, and wrote this text. "No worries", I feel that I am extraordinarily unrestrained and badly broken.
"... I joined the army at 16, killed at 17, served as a school captain at 20, and served as a soldier for half my life... But in the thirteenth year of Jinghan, before Xia Village, they all didn't know that Meng Lang was flashy in this life, and they were all false..."
His calligraphy is strong and wild, and it doesn't look bad. From joining the army in the 16th, he began to recall the bits and pieces of his half-life, and then to the transformation of Xia Village. These… "
The text was then crossed with a black line, indicating that it was deleted, and it was not rewritten with paper, and a new line was added after it.
"...Yu Shiliu joined the army, half his life in the army, and after joining the Huaxia Army, he was able to write about the military strategy, but he was a friend, and he felt that the waves were despicable and not worth mentioning. It has been a great fortune for the rest of my life to be able to meet my sister for several years..."
"Would it be too much praise for her..." The old man wrote here and muttered. The process of his acquaintance with the woman was not trivial. When the Huaxia Army was withdrawing from Xiaocanghe, he walked in the second half and temporarily took over the task of escorting several family members of scholars. The woman was among them, and he also picked up two to go. The unhappy child made him even more anxious when he was exhausted. He was attacked several times on the road. He saved her several times and slapped her twice. She also blocked a knife for him when he was in danger. The next drag is slower.
Later, there were scolding and bickering along the way, and the only one who could push the woman who used to be knowledgeable and prudent and stingy to this stage was herself, and none of the stupid kids she taught were as powerful as herself.
"hey-hey… "
"... Yongqing's plan to go on an expedition is full of dangers, and the rest of the relationship with his siblings cannot be kept out of the way. This long trip, going out of Sichuan, crossing the Jiange, going deep into the enemy's hinterland, and dying. I quarreled with my sister the day before yesterday, and I really don't want to be at this time. I am burdened by others, but Yu has a long life, and I can win the favor of my sister, this feeling will be remembered in my heart. However, Yu is not a good match, if this letter is sent, you and my brother and sister may be separated by the sky, but this brother and sister love, the world can learn from. "
"... Yu was a Chinese soldier, because for more than ten years, the Jurchen was brutal and bullied me in China, while the Wu Dynasty was ignorant and difficult to cheer up. For more than ten years, the world's dead were not counted, and the survivors were also in purgatory, which was miserable. The situation is difficult to describe. Our brothers and sisters encountered troubled times, which is a great misfortune in life, but complaining is useless, so we have to dedicate ourselves to it.”
"... Yu's expedition is imminent, and you are the only one who keeps it in mind. If I can't return after I leave, my sister should cherish herself and live in the future..."
He took scribbled notes, and he wrote it faster and faster, and added a lot of words asking people to find a literate person who is knowledgeable and reasonable to live a good life. When I got there, I stopped writing, and the two pieces of letter paper were scribbling to make up a mess. After rereading it, I also felt that the various words were unsatisfactory. For example, saying "I'm alone in my life without any worries" at the front is very cool, and then saying "You are the only one who cares about you". Isn't this a slap in the face, and it feels a bit sissy, and the blessings in the second half are also , will not appear insincere.
Before I started writing, I only planned to write a few sentences at random. After drawing a few paragraphs, I also thought about finishing it and then rewriting it. After writing, I felt a little tired, and the expedition was imminent. I visited my home and drank a lot of alcohol in the evening. At this time, I felt sleepy, so I just ignored it. Fold the paper and put it in the envelope.
The best course is not to send it.
he thought to himself.
That night, I dreamed of the scene on the way from the Xiaocang River a few years ago. They fled all the way, supporting each other in the heavy rain and mud. Later, she became a teacher with Deng. He served in the general staff and did not look for it very deliberately. After seeing each other again a few months later, he greeted her in the crowd, and then introduced to others: "This is my sister." The woman holding the book has a well-informed smile on her face.
Only when there is no one else and when they get along in private, she will tear off that mask and criticize him for being rude and sloppy with dissatisfaction.
…
The letters were put into the cabinet along with a pile of suicide notes, locked in a dark and quiet place, and about a year and a half had passed. In May, the letter was taken out, and someone looked at a list: "Yo, why is this letter for..."
The letter was sent to an office not far from Zhangcun for two days. Due to the tense wartime state, a woman named Yong Jinrou, who was seconded here, received the letter. There were also Li Shishi, Yuan Jin'er and others in the office. Seeing the style of the letter, they understood what it was and fell silent.
In May, when the Southwest War ended in victory, the Huaxia Army held several celebrations, but the atmosphere that really belongs here is not impassioned cheers. In the busy work and aftermath, the people in the entire force have to bear, There was also countless bad news and the crying that followed.
People have seen too many crying like that these days.
Of course, when Yong Jinrou received this letter, it made people feel a little strange, and it also made people feel lucky. In the past few years, as Yong Jinnian's younger sister, Yong Jinrou, who is knowledgeable and sensible, has a lot of suitors in the army, but at least she has not accepted anyone's pursuit, secretly more or less. Rumors, but that's rumors after all. The suicide note sent by the martyr after his death in battle may be just a unilateral act of one of her admirers.
—In this way, at least one less person is hurt.
They saw Yong Jinrou tear open the envelope expressionlessly, and took out two pieces of letter paper with messy ink. After a while, they saw tears falling down, Yong Jinrou's body trembling, and Yuan Jiner closed the door. When Shishi went to support her, a hoarse cry finally came from her throat...
They didn't know who wrote the suicide note, and they didn't know which man had won Yong Jinrou's favor before, but two days later, there was probably a guess.
Zhuo Yongqing, who came back from Changsha to report his work, built a small mourning hall for his deceased brother after returning to Zhangcun: this kind of private memorial has usually been kept simple in the Huaxia Army these years, and it is only held for one day at most, as a memorial service. Mao Yishan, Hou Wu, Hou Yuanyong and others rushed back one after another.
It was Qu Qing who sacrificed.
Before the decisive battle of Tanzhou began, they were caught in an encounter. Qu Qing wore Zhuo Yongqing's armor, which was quite conspicuous. They encountered the enemy's attack in turn, and Qu Qing fell while holding an enemy general during the fight. On the cliff, one fell to his death.
Yong Jinrou went to the mourning hall to worship Qu Qing and shed many tears.
…
The sun and the moon alternate, and the water flows slowly.
This May, Yong Jinrou became one of the many wailers in Zhang Village, one of the countless tragedies the Huaxia Army experienced.
At this time, her elder brother Yong Jinnian had gone to Chengdu to prepare for some new things to start. Jin'er, Yunzhu, Shishi and others came to comfort her, and Zhuo Yongqing also came to chat with her about Qu Qing—in fact, in the past She also often comforted people, but when things really happened, she realized that such comforts were not of much use.
For the first three days, the tears were the most, and then she had to pack up and continue her work outside and the rest of her life. From Xiaocanghe to the present, the Huaxia Army has often encountered various bad news, and people are not qualified to indulge in it.
After that, there were only occasional tears. When the memory of the past floated in my heart, the sadness would come up and the tears would flow out. On the contrary, the world doesn't seem real, just like after someone dies, the whole world is torn away by something, and the hole in my heart can no longer be filled.
She is not a girl. In the past long ago, she had a short-lived marriage at the behest of her parents. The other party was a frail scholar, and she died soon after the marriage. At that time, she just felt at a loss, but she didn't have the feeling that a piece of her heart has been dug away, leaving a dark and empty feeling.
Every morning she gets up very early, and she sits up in the dark before dawn, and sometimes finds a lot of wetness on the pillow. Qu Qing is a hateful man, and she felt so comfortable when she wrote the letter that she wanted to scold him fiercely in front of him, followed the vernacular that Ning Yi learned was extremely stupid, and recalled some battlefield experiences, writing Did you ever think that you would die when you wrote your suicide note? Probably didn't think about it seriously, you idiot!
"Stupid, dumb, dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb..."
She hugged the pillow in the dark and kept scolding.
He also deliberately mentioned "the quarrel the day before yesterday...", the day before he wrote the letter, and now it is a year and a half ago the day before yesterday.
"It might be dangerous... There's no way around it." She remembered what he said at that time, but she didn't stop him, she was just suddenly stunned by the news, and then in a panic, she hinted that before he left, Set the name of the two.
He refused. From her point of view, he was a little triumphant. After the clumsy suggestion and clumsy rejection, she became so embarrassed that she did not take the initiative to reconcile with him. The other party connected with various friends, drank every day before leaving, and made heroic promises, man. Hopeless, she couldn't get close.
"Stupid... shit..."
It was a faint morning and a noisy sunset again. Yong Jinrou worked and lived day by day, but he seemed to be no different from others. Soon after, another suitor who had survived the battlefield came to look for her and gave her something or even a The proposer: "...I thought about it at the time, if I can come back alive, I must marry you!" She refused one by one.
If the story ends here, this is still a mediocre one among the thousands of tragedies experienced by the Huaxia Army.
On the fifth day of the sixth lunar month, when she was getting off work, she saw an old man who was carrying a package on the fork in front of Zhang Village and was spitting with a few familiar military aunts:
"... Hahahaha, how could I die, nonsense... I fell down holding that bastard, took off my armor and walked along the water... I don't know how far I walked, hahaha... People in the village don't Knowing how enthusiastic I am, knowing that I am the Huaxia Army, the daughters of several families want to give it to me... Of course, it is the eldest daughter of Huanghua, tsk tsk, there is a person who takes care of me all day... I, Qu Qing, a gentleman, right... "
Yong Jinrou stood there and watched for a long time, her tears falling again. The teachers and others on the side accompanied her. On the other side of the road, it seemed that Zhuo Yongqing and others who heard the news were also running over. Qu Qing waved and followed. After saying hello, an aunt pointed behind him, only then did Qu Qing turn around and saw Yong Jinrou approaching.
"Hey, sister..."
With a snap, Yong Jinrou slapped Qu Qing's face with a slap. The slap sounded clear, and the aunts on the side had their mouths rounded. They didn't know whether to persuade them or not. The teacher waved from behind. , making a mouth shape in his mouth: "It's okay, it's okay..."
"...Why are you hitting me!" After being slapped, Qu Qing took the opponent's hand. He also beat Yong Jinrou a few years ago, but now he can't fight back.
"...You're not dead..." Yong Jinrou had tears on her face, her voice choked. Qu Qing opened his mouth: "Yes, I'm not dead!"
"—You didn't send any suicide note here!" Yong Jinrou cried and kicked Qu Qing on the calf.
"...Ah? Sending a suicide note... a suicide note?" Qu Qing probably realized what was going on in his mind, and his face was a rare red, "That... I'm not dead, I didn't send it, you... It's not right, is it Zhuo? This bastard Yongqing said I was dead..."
Zhuo Yongqing had already run over, and he wanted to kick Qu Qing with a kick: "Your motherfucker isn't dead—" But seeing the hands of Qu Qing and Yong Jinrou, the kick was empty.
Mao Yishan also ran over and kicked Zhuo Yongqing out: "You fucking lie to me, haha—"
Zhuo Yongqing wiped his tears and climbed up from the ground. When the brothers met again, they were supposed to hug each other or even fight for a while, but only then did they notice the hands that Qu Qing and Yong Jinrou were holding in the air...
In the setting sun, everyone's eyes suddenly became flexible. Yong Jinrou was in tears, and Qu Qing blushed slightly, but then, the hand in the air decided not to let go at all.
…
"... Two people, finally decided to get married."
On June 15, Li Shishi, who finally met Ning Yi in Chengdu, told him about this interesting thing.
Among the countless tragedies Huaxia Jun has experienced recently, this is the only story she knows that has turned into a comedy...
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