Wind Chaser: Rebirth in the 18th Year of the Republic of China

Xu Nuo didn't continue talking, Wei Ruolai already understood.

No wonder he had never seen Guxing, but Jinzhen and Uncle Xu knew him so well. It turned out that the problem was that his brother had been hiding it from him on purpose.

He also hugged Jinzhen and started crying.

It took me a long time to recover. I wiped my tears and decided to tell my father the news.

"If you come, please be more tactful. Dad is not in good health."

Shen Jinzhen pulled at the corner of Wei Ruolai's clothes. His father was old now, and he would probably feel very uncomfortable if he went through this again.

"it is good."

Wei Ruolai agreed, calmed himself down, and walked towards where Wei Jie'en was.

At this time, Wei Jie'en was sitting on a big rock, supporting himself with a crutch, looking at the two children who were being taught by Su Cishu not far away, with a smile on his face.

Wei Ruolai stood there hesitantly, not wanting to disturb the current scene.

"If you come, you are here, come and sit down."

Wei Jie'en noticed Ruolai first. He patted the stone next to him and asked him to sit down.

Hearing the voice, Su Cishu glanced over here and found that Wei Ruolai's eyes were a little red and swollen. He was stunned for a moment, but did not ask any more questions. He took the child to a farther place on the pretext of resting.

Leave this area to the two of them.

Wei Ruolai walked forward and did not sit aside obediently. Instead, he knelt down and kowtowed to Wei Jie'en.

"Dad, I kowtow to you on behalf of my brother.

He told me that he had something to deal with, so he couldn't come back for the time being. Please don't blame him. "

When Wei Ruo said this, his voice was a little low, with a hint of guilt and helplessness.

Wei Jie'en was not stupid. He understood what was happening immediately. He looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, and his eyes gradually changed from confusion to sadness.

A tear rolled down from the corner of his eye, he slammed his crutch hard, and suddenly started cursing.

"That little bastard!

If I had known this, I would have broken his legs when he left home and let him stay with me! That way, he wouldn't have run around and encountered misfortune... "

As he cursed, he began to sob and cry.

After all, he is his child. Even though they seldom see each other, he still feels sad to hear such bad news.

"Dad, don't be too sad. When we go to Shanghai in a few years, we will take a good look at my brother and talk to him more."

Wei Ruolai stepped forward, took his father's hand and comforted him.

My brother didn't have much time when he was alive, but after his death, we have plenty of time for our family to chat more.

Wei Jie'en had already thought about this outcome for Ruochuan when he started joining the army at the age of fifteen.

Later, seeing that Ruochuan was still safe, I felt a little hopeful and thought that the family might still be able to grow old together and die of natural causes.

"I'm not sad," Wei Jie'en waved his hand, "Ruochuan died for his country, and I'm proud to be his father."

Having said that, his body began to tremble involuntarily, followed by a violent coughing fit, as if he was going to cough out his lungs.

Seeing this, Wei Ruolai hurried forward to support his father, and carefully helped him back into the house to rest.

In December 1948, in the middle of winter, heavy snow fell on the ground, and the world was covered in silver. When the second snow fell quietly, Wei Jie'en finally succumbed to the torture of illness and passed away with regret.

Due to limited conditions, Wei Ruolai buried his father in Yan'an and did not bring him back to his hometown.

Shen Jinzhen brought his children, kowtowed to Wei Jie'en, and lit three incense sticks to complete the worship of his father-in-law.