Old Movies of the Republic of China II

Mingrui Hospital.

Zhang Zheng and Qing He looked at the little baby in the swaddle. He lost his mother forever at seven months old, and no one could guarantee that he would live to the next month.

Qinghe wanted to touch his face, but at the last moment he took his hand back, he felt that his hand was filled with the blood of the child's mother, he said softly: "Zhang Zheng, I don't know how to speak to Du Zhongyuan. "

"Let me tell you," Zhang Zheng said, "don't worry."

Qinghe smiled haggardly, "Tell me, can Du Zhongyuan accept this fact?"

Zhang Zheng didn't know.

Liu Ningluan's face was heavy, Du Zhongyuan was standing beside him, he was about to go to work, someone brought him here.

Passing Zhang Zheng and Zhang Zheng, he saw the little baby on the bed, maybe it was the nature of father and son, Du Zhongyuan didn't even think about his baby being only seven months old, a voice told him that it was his baby.

Du Zhongyuan walked to the bed in a hurry, looked at the child cautiously, he seemed excited and wanted to hug him and turn around a few times, but he was afraid that his thick hands and feet would hurt him, the soft light reflected on the child's face, Qinghe's feet felt weak, Zhang Zheng helped him in time.

Du Zhongyuan looked up with a smile: "Where's Yuzhi?"

Qing He turned her face away.

Liu Ningluan also couldn't bear it very much. He was a medical student and saw a lot of yin and yang, but this didn't mean he could get used to it, not to mention that the person who passed away was still his friend.

Seeing their silence, Du Zhongyuan became more and more puzzled: "Zi Ran?"

Zhang Zheng said: "She bled heavily during childbirth and did not survive."

Du Zhongyuan didn't understand: "What?"

He looked at the child, and then at Zhang Zheng, a momentary blankness appeared on his face.He lowered his head, smiled, and said, "Stop joking, where is she, I'm going to see her, she must be in pain."

Zhang Zheng said coldly, "She's dead."

The word "death" caused Du Zhongyuan's body to shake, and he supported the bed to stand up straight.

Qinghe looked at the child on the bed, choked up and said, "Sister Yuzhi is indeed gone."

Du Zhongyuan shook his head and said: "Why are you even joking, Ziran, stop making trouble, I want to stay with her."

He saw the sadness in Qing He's eyes.

Liu Ningluan sighed: "Mr. Du, Mrs. Du's body is in the morgue. If you want, I will take you there."

Du Zhongyuan's hands and feet were stiff, and he followed behind him step by step.

Qinghe murmured: "Zheng'er, I feel bad."

After a while, there was a heart-piercing roar in the distance, and the baby was frightened and cried loudly.

The nurse came in to pick up the baby, Qing He was dizzy, stood next to Zhang Zheng, and said: "We have to find a nanny for him, sister Yuzhi is gone, we must take care of her baby."

Zhang Zheng nodded.

Death is a problem that all people must face, others, themselves, close at hand or far away.

In this chaotic world, no one can stay out of the smoke of gunpowder, resist angrily or swallow their anger, go to death or live in peace, the choice is not easy, and facing the ending is equally difficult.

Hou Yuzhi is a heroine.

According to Liu Ningluan, Hou Yuzhi's last words were very simple, just a person's name, a Japanese name.Zhang Yishan has used all his resources to investigate.

After everything is settled, Yang Xingsi and his party will leave Fengtian.

The farewell banquet and reception banquet were at the same hotel, and Zhang Yishan attended in person.

Yang Xingsi said meaningfully: "Now that we've come back, we've really learned a lot, haha."

Zhang Yishan said something out of the ordinary, while Zhang Zheng was silent the whole time. He vaguely sensed that Yang Xingsi knew something.Because Zhang Zheng was in a bad mood, he even thought about saving his life, but of course he quickly dismissed it. There is no need to make a strong enemy for himself when he can be a "friend".

Yang Xingsi praised Qinghe a few more words, saying that the godson of the commander in chief must also be a dragon and phoenix, and he heard that he is running more than a dozen companies, he is really young and promising.

Zhang Yishan laughed heartily.

Qinghe toasted him with a glass of wine.

After sitting down, drunkenness rose, Qinghe's face slowly turned red, Zhang Yishan, Tao Wenle, and Yang Xingsi chatted lively, Zhang Zheng whispered in his ear: "This wine is strong, just drink a glass."

Qinghe nodded, but when Zhang Zheng didn't pay attention, he drank several more glasses in succession.

As a result, when he was drunk, he couldn't even stand still.

Yang Xingsi and others left first, Tao Wenle and Zhang Yishan took the same car, and only him and Zhang Zheng were left at the entrance of the hotel.

Qinghe was still conscious, but he couldn't completely control his actions. After everyone was gone, he leaned on Zhang Zheng's shoulder, tears pouring out.

Zhang Zheng took him into the car.

Along the way, Hou Xiao frequently turned his head to look back, and asked, "Zhenger, what's the sound, Ziran is crying?"

Zhang Zheng glared at him impatiently: "Okay, don't look at it."

Qinghe cried all the way, and finally fell asleep crying and crying. When he arrived at the commander's mansion, Zhang Zheng leaned over and hugged him horizontally, Hou Xiao's mouth twitched, and the guards had strange expressions.

Zhang Zheng was clearly holding someone in his arms, no matter how slender Qing He's body was, he weighed more than a hundred catties, but his steps were fast and steady, and the hands supporting Qing He never moved.

The guards of the commander's mansion watched the young master carry the "second young master" across the courtyard.

Qinghe slept in a daze until the early morning of the next day. He touched his eyes subconsciously, and they were indeed swollen, while Zhang Zheng was sitting on the sofa, smoking.

There are many cigarette butts in the ashtray, Zhang Zheng must have been smoking for a long time.

Perhaps since they returned to the mansion, he sat there, facing himself lying on the bed, silently lighting one cigarette after another.

Qing He pulled up the slippers and sat down beside Zhang Zheng. There was warm water on the table. He poured himself a glass of water, soothed his dry mouth, and sighed: "I just drank too much wine, some drunk, drunk people Always easy to cry."

Zhang Zheng's eyes looked especially deep under the light from above, he was noncommittal, and breathed out new smoke from his mouth.Qinghe has long been used to the smell of tobacco, but at this moment, when the white ball touched his eyelids, it actually made him feel a little pain, and he shed tears involuntarily.

He remained silent.

Zhang Zheng didn't comfort him, he knew that all the comfort could not bring back a life.Human life is the most precious thing in the world, and the richest and most powerful person cannot exchange life from the lowest and most humble person.

Qinghe said: "I never thought she would die... She is a very outstanding and elegant woman, and she should have a better future. But in this world, it is too difficult to live, especially to live with a conscience." Disaster."

Zhang Zheng said: "She deserved to die."

Qing He pulled out a pale smile.

Given a choice, no one would want to "deserve his death," but Hou Yuzhi didn't have a choice, nor did those who lost their lives trying to drive the invaders out of their homeland.For them, there is only one road, even if it is full of thorns, it is far better than killing at the neck.

The fact that she gave her life for this country doesn't even make it into the newspapers.

Qinghe doesn't know whether Hou Yuzhi's parents in the capital think their daughter is still living a prosperous life in Japan, maybe they won't know the truth until they die, Qinghe will send them mails every year in Hou Yuzhi's name Money, so that their old age can be easier.

However, Hou Yuzhi is their heart's blood. When this drop of blood dries up, as a parent, I'm afraid they won't be indifferent.

Grief is still there, the dead are dead, and the living will still live.

Du Zhongyuan has turned into a walking dead, and only before the child's swaddling baby has the smell of a living person.

He has a long vacation.

The kiln company has developed so well that the Japanese businessmen and other businessmen in Fengtian City who originally dismissed him had to admit that they had made a mistake in the past.But the biggest hero, Du Zhongyuan, didn't understand this. Of course, his heart was empty at this time, and maybe there was nothing in the world that could make him enthusiastic.

Qinghe understands this.

Outsiders are not.

The position and responsibility of the general manager is the first, and many people think it is the second.It is sad that a wife dies in childbirth, but a man's sorrow or sorrow is always his own business and has nothing to do with others.No one is responsible and no one wants to pay for it, any price.

Duzhong Yuangu resigned from this position without a wave, leaving only the shares.

This is a happy ending for all. No one will worry about his mistakes and damage his own interests. The biggest winners may be the businessmen who take the opportunity to enter the company.

Except Qinghe.

Of course, he hopes that Du Zhongyuan can have enough time to rest and recover from the grief of Yin and Yang, but this does not mean that he is happy to see him leave the company-this is not only his hard work, but also Hou Yuzhi's hard work .

Because of the kiln industry company, he met Hou Yuzhi and had an intersection with the couple.This is Hou Yuzhi's satisfaction with her husband's ideals. To a certain extent, she created this company.

But he couldn't wake up Du Zhongyuan.

—You can't always wake up a person who doesn't want to wake up.

The only good news is that he took good care of the children.

His child, their child, is called Nianqing, Du Nianqing.

On the day Du Nianqing smiled at his father for the first time, Zhang Yishan found out why his mother died.

She is a true heroine!

Zhang Yishan was also moved by this, and yelled more than a dozen "fucking shit!" in his mouth.

When he was angry, stunned, ecstatic, and the rest of his life, he always liked to say these six words, which gave him an outlet for his abundant emotions and gave the people around him Speculate on his emotional cues.

Zhang Zheng hugged Qinghe, and repeated: "Hou Yuzhi, you deserve to die."

Qinghe thought, if it were him, he would be willing to sacrifice his life for this, even if he would not even see the face of the unborn child, lose everything and disappear in the world.

This is her first death.

The second death was not without grandeur, even Zhang Zheng personally sent a bouquet of white flowers, and bowed in front of the portrait together with Qinghe.

Others only think that they are paying respects to a socialite, a great woman who died for the reproduction of mankind, and they don’t know that the woman who in their eyes is only related to romance is actually killed by cold guns and hot bullets.

The dead don't care.

Even if Izumi knew, maybe she would still smile lazily at them with a cigarette in her hand.She never cared, she only did what she really wanted to do.

Zhang Yishan asked: "This woman, does she have any last wishes?"

Zhang Zheng looked at Qing He, Qing He shook his head and said, "Should not be."

Even Susie was a little curious, "She should know that she will never return. Didn't she arrange her own funeral?"

Qinghe said dismally: "I think she has already arranged it a long time ago."

The crowd was silent.

Zhang Yishan patted him on the shoulder with great strength, and said, "Isn't she your friend? When her child grows up, let Zhang Rui and Zhang Sheng recognize him as his younger brother."

Isn't history created by thousands of heroes who died in vain?

In times of oppression, someone has to stand up and fight back.

Some use silence, others use blood.

Their names may not be heard by others in their lifetime, but the peaceful world they brought us all live in.

Zhang Rui and Zhang Sheng have already started studying with their husband.

Zhang Sheng memorized the Three Character Classic in a serious manner, while Zhang Rui stood aside expressionlessly, looking at his younger brother as if he was watching a joke.

Qing He asked: "Rui Rui, can you recite it?"

Zhang Ruidao: "I don't recite it."

Qinghe felt strange: "Isn't this the homework assigned by the master?"

Zhang Rui: "Yes."

Qinghe wanted him to study hard, but Zhang Zheng beside him said casually, "He won't memorize it if he doesn't want to."

Zhang Rui handed the book to Qing He, turned to the first page, and memorized it by himself.

Qinghe read every word in the book carefully, and his eyes widened when he heard Zhang Rui's crisp voice - until the end, Zhang Rui didn't miss a single word.

Zhang Zheng sneered and said, "He made you listen on purpose."

Qinghe didn't know if Zhang Rui did it on purpose, but he was really shocked.

"Ruirui, when... when did you recite it?"

Zhang Rui raised his chin, he didn't know that his expression was exactly the same as that of the most hated "father", "I will recite it after reading it once."

Qing He covered her face and laughed in disbelief: "Zhang Zheng, Rui Rui is... a genius?"

Zhang Zheng said indifferently: "A better memory is a genius? Don't pay attention to him, he is silent all day long, has more thoughts than anyone else, and is annoying."

Zhang Rui clenched his fists and glared at him.

I don't know if it's because Zhang Zheng hit his mind.

Blood relationship is always wonderful. Father and son who don't get along very often are still father and son after all.

Qinghe laughed: "What are you talking about, Ruirui is only five years old. I'll take him to Mingrui Hospital and let Liu Ningluan chat with him for a while, maybe he's really smarter than ordinary kids."

Zhang Zheng held Zhang Sheng under his arm and said, "Dad will take you to shoot!"

Zhang Sheng shouted excitedly, if his father hadn't promised him to study hard and take him to play, he wouldn't have memorized those messy things! !

Zhang Rui looked at the backs of "Dad" and his younger brother expressionlessly.

Qing He rubbed his head, "Do you want to shoot too?"

Zhang Rui said disdainfully: "I don't want him to teach, even if I really want to learn, I have to follow Uncle Xilai."

He had already heard that Zhang Zheng's marksmanship was taught by Xilai.

Qinghe smiled helplessly.

Perhaps Zhang Zheng was right.