Nagasaki, Nagasaki

Say it. "

"Go to the east room and talk..."

The two of them came up with the same proposal.

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After many years, the east room is still the east room in memory, and the furnishings in the room must have been deliberately left untouched.

Cao Shuqing's fingers lingered, and people seemed to have returned to that night 60 years ago, the eve of their farewell to fate, "I stayed in Shanghai for three months, and I wrote to you..."

"I know, my mother showed me your letter later. However, not long after you left, Nagasaki also started conscription. Every household must produce a man. Dad is very old, and there is only me in the family."

Cao Shuqing didn't expect such a change, and turned around when he heard the words, "You also went to the Chinese battlefield?"

"At first, I thought I was going to China." The man frowned, "I thought that if I went to China, I would be very conflicted. However, thinking that I might see you, I was looking forward to it. Alas, the result Ah, I was sent to Nanyang."

After all, he found a box in the corner, first took out a letter from the bottom, and handed it to Cao Shuqing, "This is the letter you wrote to me back then, when I was dragged from home by them." I left. I didn’t have time to write you a letter at that time. I thought I’d write it on the way and send it to you, but I didn’t expect that the postal route would be blocked. Later, the Shanghai address you left me..." He handed over the box , a box full of returned letters, "I will never be able to contact you again."

"I also asked someone to come to Japan to inquire about you, but they said that you no longer lived here. The house was locked." Cao Shuqing said.

"Because not long after... Mom and Dad passed away one after another." He lowered his head.

At this age, Cao Shuqing will only understand and be more grateful for the Yuanshan couple's care for him, "When did it happen?"

"Probably, a year before the bombing began." As he said, he brought Cao Shuqing to his parents' room.

The room is not big, with neat shoji doors, white walls, and cabinets. It is the same here as before.On the north wall of the room, the photos of the two elderly people are displayed, and the simple altar has been covered with a thick layer of incense ash.

The two of them offered incense to the spiritual tablets of the two old people together, and at the moment when they bowed down together, Cao Shuqing remembered a sentence that Mrs. Yuanshan had said to him intentionally or unintentionally.

The sun was very sunny that day, he got up late, crawled out from the corridor of the east courtyard, and fed the fish in the garden, which was his daily routine in the morning.At this time, Mrs. Yuanshan was in the main courtyard, she was watering the flowers, and they greeted each other after seeing each other through the fence.

Mrs. Yuanshan chatted about flowers and plants, saying that these orchids are always more delicate than bellflowers.Since he had just woken up, his mind was still very fuzzy, so he just echoed a few times.

Then, Mrs. Yuanshan said casually: "That child, Qiu, is very similar to this orchid."

He foolishly asked without thinking: "Autumn looks like an orchid?"

"Yeah." Mrs. Yuanshan said: "Qiu is also a sensitive child! Thank you Shu Qingjun for taking care of him."

"Where..." He didn't understand at all, he was obviously the one who lived here and was taken care of, what was he talking about so early in the morning.

However, Mrs. Yuanshan added in a barely audible way, "... Lord Shu Qing will take care of him more in the future!"

The voice seemed too soft. Cao Shuqing wasn't sure if he had heard this sentence at the time, so he didn't answer anything.

Thinking about it now, Mrs. Yuanshan should have said such things at the time.

Looking up, Zhou Qi and Cao Shuqing looked at each other naturally, as if after many years, they finally completed a ceremony together as promised.

"You... these years..." His throat was hoarse, and he felt that there were some words that he couldn't utter quickly.However, if you really ask, you may feel embarrassed in your heart.

Zhou Qi's face remained silent, and a smile gradually appeared on his face. His eyes were clear, and he said to Cao Shuqing, "Yes. I have been alone all these years."

Then he just smiled like that, looking at Cao Shuqing's face, as if waiting for his next expression.

Cao Shuqing stepped forward, took his hand, and then tightened his grip.

Zhou Qi frowned, as if there was some pain overflowing, and it seemed that a gap had been cracked in the mask that had been maintained for many years. Then, he was tightly hugged into a warm chest.

They, traveling through time, seemed to be back in the past—he was still the handsome Chinese young man in a suit, and he was still the small but fair and bright young man.

In Cao Shuqing's chest, there were fragments of 60 years of longing. Once they exploded, they immediately flowed into a galaxy, and tears burst out of his eyes unpreparedly, "In four or five years, I thought you were already dead! How could I I can't find you... They can't find you... I'm afraid that when I come, I will see the ruins of Yuanshan's house. There are too many such things. I have seen too many such things in China It's..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Zhou Qi clutched the clothes on Lao Cao's back, as if he wanted to shatter time and space in resentment, trying to let those empty times pour out again, "I'm sorry..."

It was afternoon, Lao Yang walked through the shoji gate, and the room was covered with gold.

The two old people, like two children, embraced each other and wept bitterly.

With grizzled and white hair intertwined, they were blown apart by huge waves in the face of an irresistible general trend, and they were scattered all over the world.

This miss is a whole Jiazi's time.

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【Special episode*[-]】

The chirping of cicadas and the sunshine in midsummer perfectly interpret what is hot and dry in this wet weather.

Cao Shuqing was wearing a bathrobe, leaning lazily on the door frame, squinting at the basin of ice under his feet.The outside of the copper basin has already been covered with a dense layer of dew, which is gathering and flowing down like hundreds of rivers entering the sea.

But Zhou Qi was squatting in the corner, drinking the bottle of Nurhong that Old Jiang used to drink.

What a boring afternoon, Lao Cao's young heart is still galloping, but unfortunately his body is already old.

Over there, Zhou Qi had already happily dug out the jar of wine, seven or eighty years old, and Lao Cao thought to himself, "It's almost turned into distiller's dregs, right? Absolutely don't drink it."

While Zhou Qi had already opened the mud seal, he smelled it and said, "Not bad, very strong and mellow." At the same time, the wine utensils were already set out.

"I can't drink it anymore." Lao Cao looked disgusted.

"Try it, it smells and looks good!" Still no match for Zhou Qi's enthusiasm.

The edge of the porcelain bowl collided, and Zhou Qi said with a smile, "I still remember what Jiang Jun said, this 'daughter red' is the most delicious when the daughter gets married!"

Smacking his lips, he said to himself again: "The taste is really good..."

"In China, if a daughter gets married, she won't be 20 years old at the latest, right?" He squinted at Zhou Qi, "Your pot is worth dozens?"

Zhou Qi turned to look at him, thinking how could this old thing be so bad after all these years?

Shrugging his mouth, he said, "It's a lifetime!"

The wind picked up, and the small bamboo forest in the courtyard uttered Haloxylon laughter. Through the moss-covered courtyard wall, the two of them looked at the sky together by coincidence.

Sure enough, no matter how time goes by, the wind of the four seasons, the smell of flowers and fruits that should be there in the four seasons, day after day, year after year, will come in time and come into being as the times require.

They were staged with vigor and vitality, and the curtain call was heavy and colorful.

Repeatedly, but never stopped.