Gone Water Lane

The plum blossoms have bloomed, the winter jasmine has bloomed, and the time passes quickly between the swallows and the swallows.For Ye Xuantang and the entire Ye family, the past few years have been in a daze and panic.

The sixth daughter-in-law had a child and suffered a miscarriage due to poor health; Fujin Niu Hulu and Zhang died of illness one after another; Liu Gege went to high school... It has been a year since Chen Hui died in childbirth.

One year is really long.

Ye Xuantang would often dream of her, of her hands, of her big round eyes.She looked at him and said, Xuantang, it will be fine in the future.

How long is the future?Ye Xuantang stretched out his hand to hug her, but he couldn't touch anything, there was nothingness.During this year, he was always unable to sleep half the night, lying on the bed staring blankly at Hongmu Chengchen, waiting until the fish belly was pale outside the window, then struggling to get up and work again.

He is now a middle school teacher. He used to teach ancient Chinese, but now he teaches English.People who knew him were surprised and asked him why he came to be a teacher. He thought about it, but it was really not humane, so he just let it go.

When I was young, I didn't want to touch anything that had anything to do with learning. I just chased after excitement, pleasure and luxury. I was smart but not cautious, passionate but not professional.He is the same as the fourth child, he can speak a foreign language fluently when he can't learn well, and he can write poems and beautiful articles if he can't read well.That's right, with such a rich background and such long-term influence, the noble children cultivated by a noble family of a prince for a hundred years can often easily surpass ordinary people.He shouldn't let him down, so he gave everything he had to the students, and only hoped that the young people in the future would not live a mediocre life like him.

Liugege Xuanrong yearned for the courage and courage to defect to the revolution during the Wugege War, and also learned to care about current affairs.She would buy newspapers on the way home from school every day, and after reading them, she would show them to her brother Ye Xuantang, and occasionally ask him for political and military advice.At the end of the discussion, the little girl always seemed to be planning serious state affairs, Ye Xuantang just smiled helplessly, he thought it was good for young people to have ambitions.Only once, when Xuanrong returned home with empty hands, said that she forgot to buy a newspaper.It was Liqiu that day, and there had just been a heavy rain, so he was busy cleaning the yard and didn't care at all.

In [-], Japan surrendered and the War of Resistance Against Japan was won. As soon as the Japanese soldiers withdrew, the whole of Beiping seemed to be boiling, and its vitality was revived.At the end of the year, he fell ill, and it took more than two months to get better.After the first lunar month, San Gege took his son back to his natal home. The little boy liked him very much as his uncle, and chased after him begging, "Nake out of Nake out, teach me how to play diabolo", and he readily agreed.

Seven or eight years old is the time when children love to play and make trouble. The little nephew lost control with a high throw, the diabolo smashed the window, and the glass shattered throughout the room.The boy was petrified, and immediately ran to his uncle, hugging his waist and crying.Ye Xuantang was helpless, and he didn't blame such a young child in his heart. After a few words of comfort, he handed the little boy who was still in shock to Sangege, and went to the study to find a newspaper and paste the window first, so as to save the room from being noisy.

The newspapers were all ordered by Xuanrong to put them away neatly in the box according to the date.He thought about it, took out a few sheets from the bottom, and went to the kitchen to find the paste. After cleaning up the broken glass on the floor, he started to paste the window paper.

He cut and folded it carefully, and put the newspaper against the window lattice.

Suddenly a picture caught his attention, and he stared at it carefully, and his whole body trembled suddenly.

"To my fellow countrymen, the war is urgent"

"The tragedy of the first battle in Hengyang made people tear up"

"The soldiers and civilians fought to the death for [-] days, bleeding profusely, and the long knives were slippery and hard to hold"

"Fang Xianjue fled back to Chongqing, and several other generals died"

……

He stared at the few small photos in the corner of that column. He didn't recognize the stranger's face, so he glanced over it hastily, and only saw Fucheng.For a moment, he wasn't sure that it was Fucheng. The person in the photo was wearing a military uniform and smiling slightly at the camera. The gloomy and indifferent expression on his brows was very different from what he was familiar with.

The text next to the photo reads, "The division commander of... Fucheng, trapped for seven days, ran out of ammunition and food, and when the plague was rampant, he led his troops to fight. Annihilated 3000 enemies, shot four times in the body, and died in..."

Ye Xuantang couldn't see anything clearly at once, he just felt that the world was turning, and his eyes turned black for a while.

But it turns out, it turns out.

The date in the newspaper is the beginning of autumn in [-].

He wanted to cry, but found that the tears had been shed over the years. Looking at that photo, he remembered many memories that had been forgotten, Fucheng when he was a boy, and himself when he was a boy.

Things are people and not everything.

As if cooperating with him, the sound of the radio in the nearby courtyard spread, and he listened carefully, it was Cheng Yanqiu's "Locking Sack"——

"In an instant, I tasted all the emotions, and I saw through the bitterness and tears wet my clothes. I only know that iron, wealth and honor are forged in a lifetime, but who knows the number of lives will be clear in an instant. I think I used to act coquettishly, even if I don't believe it now. The past. This is also a lesson from God. He told me to put away the remaining hatred, avoid the coquettish anger, and reform myself, change my love, stop falling in love with the passing water, turn back from the sea of ​​bitterness, and realize the cause of orchid early..."

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