Cai Wei

【26】

I don't know how I got back to the school building. I can't remember anything on the way back. I just remember that the sky was gloomy and terrible, and then all the pictures were gray, like being blown up by an air bomb. Dust blurred the general.I couldn't really hear it. Lin Ximing seemed to call me, but I couldn't hear it clearly. I could only feel a tinnitus-like sound coming into my ears.

The beige envelope in my hand seemed to be scorching hot. I held it with some fear, but tremblingly wanted to open it.

I sat in front of the rickety wooden square table that was about to fall apart, and I carefully smoothed out the wrinkles and placed the letter on the table.I wanted to open it, but didn't want to.It seems that I dare not, and it seems that I am unwilling to face it.

I remembered seeing He Bi and his fiancée Fu Xiaoxiao facing each other under the plum blossom tree when I was in Peking. Fu Xiaoxiao was wearing a navy blue pleated dress, playing the violin with her head tilted to make a melodious sound, and He Bi was sitting cross-legged. Beside her, humming an incoherent ditty.The rare sunshine in winter reflects the plum blossoms on the corners of their clothes, and it seems that they can still smell the faint and elegant fragrance of plum blossoms.

I remembered the encounter in Kunming. This young man suffered a lot, watched his loving fiancée die tragically in the red building, and tried his best to escape from his hometown and go south.I remember his appearance at that time, straightened his spine, but there was nothing to carry, his eyes were full of silent pain, and there was despair like an abyss.

I can still clearly remember the New Year's Eve when he said to Lin Ximing and me, "If blood is spilled on the rivers and mountains of the motherland, you will not regret it." The dim candlelight stretched his shadow very long and tall, like a guard Or, a huge and reassuring figure.

I raised my head and saw Lin Ximing with a worried face.

"Don't cry." He bent down, leaned against my side face, and stroked the corners of my eyes gently with his fingers, "Weihua, don't cry."

I didn't feel like crying in particular, just uncontrollable tears.My heart felt like it was dripping blood, but it remained silent as if nothing had happened.

I rubbed the last letter with my fingertips, and suddenly felt a pain in my fingertips. It was scratched by the too thin paper, and a drop of blood spilled out, staining a small piece of the envelope red.Lin Ximing hurried to find the gauze, I stared blankly at my fingers.

Absolutely transplanted Zhenqianzhi, and sprinkled Li Yuan's blood all over Kyushu.

Lin Ximing bandaged my wound. I met his worried eyes and smiled, "I'm fine."

He looked unbelievable, but he still sat down on the bench and hugged me quietly.

Xiang Zhixin, between pitching, has become a thing of the past.

It's just that those heroic deeds and heroic achievements that have existed, those people and things that went to the front line of the resistance with compassion and love, and with the feelings of family and country, will not disappear.

My nostrils are full of the smell of Lin Ximing's body that has been exposed to the sun. It was so warm that I couldn't help but burst into tears, silently, but extremely sad.

I'm so tired. I wasted so much time and energy on the contest with Chang Weiguo today, but I received this news like a bolt from the blue. I was exhausted physically and mentally.Lying on Lin Ximing's arms with his head up, looking into his eyes.

"I want to finish our book quickly."

Lin Ximing bent down, kissed the corner of my lips, and said slowly, "OK."

From that day to the end, I never opened that letter.I always can't bear to touch it and I don't dare to touch it. I always feel that touching it is like proving something.

Ms. Xu Xilin came to visit, and the young principal asked me softly if Hobby had any orphans to support or relatives to take care of.I took a sip of tea and said, no.

His fiancée died in Beiping, and his parents died in Chongqing.

He died in the smoky sky, surrounded by clouds and mist.

The last thing he did was to turn around and rush towards the enemy plane marked with the sun flag. His last sight was the flames dancing on the wings and burning on the engine.

I heard Xiaochai tell me that He Bi was killed in a head-on collision with an enemy plane. After I heard this, a picture kept repeating in my mind.When they were close enough, at the moment when their eyes met before they died, would the Japanese pilots be shocked by He Bi's eyes?

Those must be the eyes reflecting the fire, the eyes burned by the flames of war.

He died with those eyes, but the 960 million pairs of eyes on this [-] million square kilometers of land turned into him.Those bloods are real, and the burning anger is also real. The heavy rain cannot extinguish such flames, and no one can extinguish such flames.

【27】

That day when I confronted Chang Weiguo in the mail room, I left in a hurry and did not pay attention to the subsequent development.The day before yesterday, when the messenger in the mailroom was delivering newspapers to me, he chattered with me a lot about what happened afterwards.

This little kid jumping around like a mud monkey sat on the stool and ate the peanuts I gave him, bit by bit, as if he was tasting some kind of delicacy.

He said that after I left that day, the crowd was so excited that they criticized Chang Weiguo from top to bottom.Killing fathers and mothers and betraying the country for glory is really a national shame.The good onlookers were going to turn him over to the police station, but he ran away halfway, and he still doesn't know where he went.

I patted the head of the little mud monkey, and gave him a small bag of peanuts to take home. There was a paralyzed old mother in his family, which made such a young child work as an errand.

Unexpectedly, the little mud monkey waved his hand, not wanting peanuts, but changed his usual mischievous appearance, and timidly asked me if he could let me teach him how to read.

I felt sour when I heard this, and I immediately agreed, and when the little mud monkey had to go back, I discussed with Lin Ximing who was making porridge that I should add some reading units to the book that was about to be edited.

So it took another two days to forget food and sleep, and added a part of literacy to the book that had been basically finalized.

Lin Ximing and I finally completed the editing of the first popular science book. I smiled and looked at this rather tattered manuscript, as if looking at a treasure.

"Ximing, I'm very happy."

He smiled at me, "Me too."

We have already decided on the name of the good book, and it is called "Pu Ming Miscellaneous Collection", which is based on popular science to understand the meaning of people's hearts.I fetched a brush, grinded the ink and took the brush, and the pen was like a dragon and a snake, and the dragon and the dragon were frightened, and the four characters of Puming Miscellaneous Collection were presented on the rice paper.

Lin Ximing talked about this with Principal Mei, and now that it is completed, we are going to take the manuscript and print it into a booklet for Principal Mei, and sell it to local children at a low price.

It was mid-winter, so I changed into a thick fleece coat, and Lin Ximing put on a woolen scarf for me, and wrapped it up carefully.I looked at his eyelashes carefully, thinking about the gentle eyes under those eyelashes, thanks to Ximing, my cough has been dragging on for so long and it has never been too serious, especially in winter, I thought it would be His illness, which was exacerbated by the cold weather, remained almost the same as before under his meticulous care.The more I looked at it, the happier I was, I couldn't help but bowed my head and kissed his hair gently.

He looked up and kissed me back and forth.

We went out to bring the manuscript to Principal Mei, but on the way, I realized that we forgot to bring the proofreading manuscripts of the second and third books, so Lin Ximing ran back to get them, and I waited for him at the same place.

The place to wait for him was by a small pond. The muddy path looked very slippery. The pond was not big, but it looked a little deep.Suddenly, I kicked a small stone into the pool and watched the small circles of ripples on the surface of the water.

Ripples shattered the reflection on the water surface, and when those shattered into unrecognizable ripples reassembled into shadows, I was surprised to find that there was a figure behind my reflection.

He is very close!

I froze.

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