"Sister Rou,
On the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, everyone leaves a letter to be sent back after the sacrifice. I have been alone all my life and have nothing to worry about. Thinking of the quarrel the other day, I wrote this letter … "
The time may have been one year ago in the first month of the Lunar New Year. The location was Zhang Village. Under the dim light of the night, an old man with an unshaven beard licked the tip of his nose with his tongue and wrote these words. Looking at the sentence "I have been alone all my life and have nothing to worry about", he felt that he was extraordinarily cool and awesome.
"… I joined the army at 16, killed people at 17, became a lieutenant at 20, and spent half my life in the army … However, in the 13th year of Jinghan, before Xia Village, I did not know that my life was fictitious …"
His calligraphy was vigorous and wild. It seemed that he was not bad. From joining the army at 16, he began to recall the memories of half his life, and then to the transformation of Xia Village. He held his head for a moment and muttered, "Who the hell is interested in reading these …"
Then he crossed these words with a black line, indicating that he had deleted them. He did not rewrite them on paper, but opened another line.
"… I joined the army at 16 and spent half my life in the army. After joining the Huaxia army, I may have some achievements in military strategy, but as a friend, I feel that I am fictitious, despicable, and not worth mentioning. Sister comes from a noble family, intelligent, intelligent, and well-educated. After so many years, to be able to get to know sister, is the greatest fortune of my life … "
"Isn't it too much of a compliment …" the old man murmured as he wrote. The process of him getting to know the woman was not peaceful. When the Huaxia army retreated from the small Cang River, he was at the back and temporarily took on the task of escorting the families of a few scholars. This woman was among them and even picked up two children who could not walk fast, which made the exhausted him even more worried. On the way, they were attacked several times. He saved her several times and slapped her twice. She also blocked a knife for him when she was in danger, which slowed her down even more when she was injured.
Later on, they quarreled and cursed along the way. The only person who could force the once well-educated and stingy woman to this step was himself. Even the stupid children she taught were not as good as he was.
"Hehe …"
"… Yongqing's expedition plan is full of danger. I can't stay out of it because of our brotherly relationship. On this long journey, there were four routes out of Sichuan, through the Sword Garret, and deep into the enemy's hinterland. The day before yesterday, I quarreled with my younger sister and really did not want to implicate others at this time. However, I have been impetuous all my life. Being able to gain my younger sister's favor, I will remember this kindness in my heart. However, I am not a good match. If I send this letter, you and I, brother and sister, may be separated by the sky and the earth, but the love between brother and sister can be witnessed by heaven and earth. "
"… I am a soldier of Huaxia. Over the past decade or so, the Jurchens have been tyrannical and tyrannical. They have bullied our Huaxia, and the Wu dynasty is ignorant and unable to pull themselves together. In these ten years, countless people died in the world, and those who survived were also in purgatory. The miserable situation was difficult to record. It is a great misfortune for us brothers and sisters to encounter troubled times, but it is useless to complain, so we have no choice but to sacrifice ourselves for this. "
"… I am about to leave for battle, and you are the only one I am concerned about. If I am unable to return, I hope that you will take care of yourself, and in the future …"
His notes were sloppy, but when he reached this point, he became faster and faster. He also added a lot of words about finding a well-educated and reasonable scholar to live a good life. When he finally stopped writing, the two pieces of paper were hastily patched up and were a mess. After reading it again, he felt that the words did not convey the meaning. For example, in the beginning, he said "I am alone without any worries in my life", which was very natural and unrestrained, but in the end, he said "you are the only one I am concerned about". Wasn't this a slap to his own face? Furthermore, it felt a little effeminate. The blessing in the second half was the same. Wouldn't it seem insincere?
Before he started writing, he had only intended to write a few sentences. After crossing out a few paragraphs, he thought about polishing and copying it again after writing it, but after writing it down, he felt a little tired. The battle was imminent, and he had been visiting various families for the past two days. He had also drunk a lot of wine at night. At this time, he was drowsy, so he simply ignored it. He folded the paper and stuffed it into the envelope.
Of course, it would be best if he couldn't send it.
He thought to himself.
That night, he dreamed of the scene from a few years ago when they were moving from Little Canghe. They ran all the way, supporting each other in the heavy rain and mud. Later, she became a teacher in He Deng, and he worked in the General Staff Department. They didn't deliberately look for each other. After a few months, they met again. He greeted her in the crowd and then introduced her to others, "This is my younger sister." The woman holding the book had a well-educated and reasonable smile on her face.
Only when there was no one else around and they were in private, she would tear off the mask and unsatisfactorily criticize him for being rude and frivolous.
…
The letter was put into a cabinet along with a large pile of battle wills. It was locked in a dark and quiet place. About a year and a half passed like this. In May, the letter was taken out. Someone compared it to a list of names. "Oh, why is this letter for …"
The letter was passed around for two days before it was delivered to an office not far from Zhang Village. Due to the tense wartime situation, a woman called Yong Jinrou, who had been seconded here, received the letter. Li Shishi, Yuan Jin 'er, and the others were also in the office. When they saw the style of the letter, they immediately understood what it was and fell silent.
In May, when the southwest war ended in victory, the Huaxia army held several celebratory activities. However, the atmosphere that truly belonged to this place wasn't impassioned cheers. In the midst of busy work and dealing with the aftermath, the people of the entire faction had to endure countless grievous news and the weeping that followed.
In these past few days, people had seen this kind of weeping far too many times.
Of course, when Yong Jinrou received this letter, it made people feel somewhat strange, but it also made them feel a bit lucky. In these past few years, as Yong Jinnian's younger sister, the well-educated and reasonable Yong Jinrou had many pursuers in the army, whether in the open or in the dark. However, at least on the surface, she didn't accept anyone's pursuit. There were more or less some rumors in the dark, but they were still rumors. Perhaps the suicide note sent by a martyr after his death was a one-sided action by one of her admirers.
In this way, at least, one less person would be hurt.
They saw Yong Jinrou tear open the envelope expressionlessly and take out two messy pieces of paper. After a while, they saw tears drip down and Yong Jinrou's body tremble. Yuan Jin 'er closed the door. When Shishi went over to support her, hoarse sobs finally came out from her throat …
They didn't know who had written the suicide note, and they didn't know which man had won Yong Jinrou's favor. However, after two days, they had a rough guess.
Zhuo Yongqing, who had returned from Changsha to report on his work, built a small mourning hall for his deceased brother after returning to Zhang Village. This kind of private memorial service was usually very simple in the Huaxia army these past few years. At most, it would be held for one day as a memorial. Mao Yishan, Hou Wu, Hou Yuanyong, and the others rushed back one after another.
The sacrifice was Qu Qing.
Before the decisive battle in Tan Province, they were caught up in a battle. Qu Qing wore Zhuo Yongqing's armor and was rather conspicuous. They were attacked by the enemy in turn. In the midst of the battle, Qu Qing carried an enemy general and fell off a cliff, falling to his death together.
Yong Jinrou went to the mourning hall to pay her respects to Qu Qing and shed a lot of tears.
…
The sun and moon alternated, and the water flowed leisurely.
In this May, Yong Jinrou became one of the many people who cried in Zhang Village. This was also one of the countless tragedies that the Huaxia army had experienced.
At this time, her brother Yong Jinnian had already gone to Chengdu to prepare for some new things that were about to start. Jin'Er, Yunzhu, Shishi, and the others came over to comfort her. Zhuo Yongqing also came over to talk to her about Qu Qing. In fact, she often comforted people in the past, but when things really happened, she realized that this kind of comfort wasn't very useful.
In the first three days, she had the most tears. Then, she had to sort out her feelings and continue her work outside and the rest of her life. From Little Canghe until now, the Huaxia army often encountered all kinds of bad news. The people didn't have the qualifications to wallow in this.
After that, she only shed tears occasionally. When the past memories floated up in her heart, the sour feeling would really surge up, and the tears would flow out. On the contrary, the world seemed unreal. It was like after someone died, the whole world was forcefully torn away by something. The hole in the heart could no longer be filled.
She wasn't a young girl. A long time ago, she had a short marriage that was ordered by her parents. The other party was a weak scholar, and he died not long after they got married. At that time, she only felt at a loss. She didn't have this kind of feeling of having a piece of her heart dug out and leaving behind a pitch black hole.
Every morning, she woke up very early. Before the sky was bright, she would sit up in the dark. Sometimes, she would find that the pillow was wet. Qu Qing was a hateful man. When he wrote the letter, he was so happy that she wanted to scold him in front of his face. The vernacular that he learned from Ning Yi was extremely stupid. He even recalled his experiences on the battlefield. When he wrote the letter, did he think that he would die? He probably didn't think about it seriously, idiot!
She hugged the pillow in the dark and kept scolding him.
He even purposely mentioned "the quarrel the day before yesterday …". The day before he wrote the letter, it was now one and a half years ago. He made a suggestion for Zhuo Yongqing that had a slim chance of survival. Then, he felt bad and wanted to leave with him.
"It might be dangerous … There's nothing we can do about it." She remembered that he said this at that time, but she didn't stop him. She was just suddenly stunned by this news. Then, in her panic, she hinted to him that before he left, they should settle their relationship.
He refused. In her eyes, he was a little proud of himself. After the clumsy hint and clumsy rejection, she flew into a rage out of humiliation and didn't take the initiative to reconcile with him. Before he left, he met up with all kinds of friends, drank, and made bold promises. He was so manly that she couldn't get close to him.
"Idiot …"
It was a bright morning and a noisy sunset. Yong Jinrou worked and lived day after day, looking no different from others. Not long after, there were pursuers who survived the battlefield looking for her. They gave her things and even proposed marriage. "… I thought about it at that time. If I could come back alive, I must marry you!" She rejected them one by one.
If the story ended here, it would still be one of the thousands of tragedies that the Huaxia Army had experienced.
On the fifth day of June, when she got off work, she saw an old man carrying a bag on his back. He was covered in dust and was spitting saliva at a few familiar aunties.
"… Hahahahaha, how could I die? Nonsense … I carried that bastard and fell down. I took off my armor and walked along the water … I don't know how far I walked, hahahaha … The people in the village were so passionate. When they found out that I was in the Huaxia Army, several families wanted to betroth their daughters to me … Of course, they were virgins. Tsk tsk, with one taking care of me every day … I, Qu Qing, am a gentleman, right …"
Yong Jinrou stood there for a long time. Her tears fell again. Shishi and the others accompanied her. On the other side of the road, Zhuo Yongqing and the others seemed to have heard the news and were running over. Qu Qing waved his hand to greet them. An aunty pointed behind him. Qu Qing turned around and saw Yong Jinrou approaching.
"Hey, sister …"
With a slap, Yong Jinrou slapped Qu Qing's face. The sound of the slap was crisp. The aunties' mouths turned round. They didn't know if they should persuade her or not. Shishi waved her hand from behind and mouthed, "It's okay, it's okay …"
"… Why did you hit me!" After being slapped, Qu Qing held her hand. A few years ago, he had also beaten up Yong Jinrou, but he naturally couldn't retaliate now.
"… You didn't die …" Yong Jinrou's face was filled with tears and her voice was choked. Qu Qing opened his mouth. "That's right, I didn't die!"
"… Why did you send a suicide note if you didn't die!" Yong Jinrou cried and kicked Qu Qing's calf.
"… Ah? Suicide note … suicide note? " Qu Qing's brain roughly understood what was going on. His face was red, which was rarely seen. "That … I didn't die. I didn't send it. You … No, did that bastard Zhuo Yongqing say that I died …"
Zhuo Yongqing had already run over. He wanted to kick Qu Qing. "You motherf * cker didn't die …" But because he saw Qu Qing and Yong Jinrou's hands, his kick missed.
Mao Yishan also ran over and kicked Zhuo Yongqing away. "You motherf * cker lied to me, haha —"
Zhuo Yongqing wiped his tears and crawled up from the ground. The two brothers had reunited. Originally, they were going to hug each other and even fight for a while. But now, they all noticed that Qu Qing and Yong Jinrou's hands were held in the air …
Under the setting sun, everyone's gazes suddenly became lively. Yong Jinrou's tears flowed down. Qu Qing's face was originally slightly red. But immediately, he decided not to let go of the hand that was held in the air.
…
"… The two of them finally decided to get married."
On the fifteenth of June, Li Shishi, who finally saw Ning Yi in Chengdu, told him about this interesting matter.
This was the only story that she knew of among the countless tragedies that the Hua Xia army had experienced. It had become a comedy …
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