Meng Lanting left the Peninsula Hotel where she had stayed for two or three months.
The envelope she left behind was also transferred to Feng Kezhi a few days later.
At that time, his group army, on the way to retreat, temporarily accepted the task of covering the relocation of the last batch of factory machines evacuated from Shanghai to the inland.
There was a thin seal, but Feng Kezhi didn't have the courage to open it for a while.
He hid the letter close to his body, turned around and continued to fight.
Until a few days later, late at night, when the sound of artillery fire in his ears changed from dense to sparse, until it completely disappeared, he stepped over those who had relaxed and lay on the ground with guns in their hands due to exhaustion and fell asleep directly.
The soldier's body left the position and came alone to a hidden corner of the trench.
He leaned against the mud wall and lit a cigarette.
He looked at the brilliant starry sky above his head and smoked half of a cigarette.
Finally, he took out the cigarette.
The envelope, which only contained the warmth of his body, was opened.
He saw something, and a corner slipped out of the cover.
Under the starlight, it can be seen as if it were a photo.
He pulled it out, lit the lighter again, and moved closer.
When his eyes fell on the photo, he was stunned.
There was an old photo of a little boy that he had never seen before, but he recognized it at a glance.
It was a photo of him when he was a child.
In the photo, I was smiling silly, looking quite happy, but someone had added two beards out of thin air.
Not only that, but there was also a cute little turtle crawling on my forehead.
He froze.
"Don't worry, if I, Feng Kezhi, interfere with your affairs again in the future, I will treat you like a bastard."
In a daze, his ears seemed to suddenly echo the words he had said to her a long time ago because of something.
Feng Kezhi stared at the photo in his hand for a long time without blinking.
It was not until the metal shell of the lighter was gradually burned by the temperature of the fire that it burned the skin of his fingers and felt pain that he finally realized what he was doing.
At that moment, he seemed to have a sudden enlightenment.
The fatigue and pain caused by holding on to the position for several days and nights, the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke that has not yet dissipated in the air, and the worry that the enemy, who has been temporarily suppressed, may launch a crazy attack again the next moment. , all of this disappeared in this moment.
Could it be that she was telling him that she had already begun to like him a long time ago, just as he loved her so crazily?
Feng Kezhi couldn't believe that he had such good luck.
I wonder if I am overthinking.
But at this moment, his heart was still filled with an unprecedented and unfamiliar joy, regret and softness.
He spit out the cigarette, lit the lighter again, and stared at the photo for a while.
From his underwear pocket, he took out another photo with his own body temperature, and placed the two photos side by side.
He looked and looked.
The lighter went on and off, off and on again, until the oil hissed away and the flame gradually weakened and was completely extinguished.
The area around the trench fell into the thick darkness brought by the night.
Feng Kezhi remained motionless, still leaning against the mud wall.
Finally, in the darkness, he slowly picked up the photo of the little girl, lowered his head, and kissed her gently on her little face.
Three days later, Feng Kezhi completed the cover mission and led his troops to retreat to a temporary gathering point for the troops to allow the soldiers to treat their injuries and rest.
Early in the morning, he came to the row of bungalows in the countryside that had been requisitioned as a temporary headquarters.
Knowing that his eighth sister had just come here last night and might still be with He Fangze, she did not go in immediately, but leaned against the door, smoking a cigarette and looking at the two yellow dogs beside the mound not far away.
Fight while waiting patiently.
Feng Lingmei finally arrived here late last night after months of torturous waiting.
She woke up in the cold winter air and found that she was still lying on the narrow military iron bed, covered with a quilt and a military coat.
But her husband, who fell asleep with her arms around her last night, was missing.
She opened her eyes and met the eyes of a man staring at her.
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Only then did she realize that her husband had not left.
Instead, he got up, got dressed, and sat beside the bed, accompanying her.
"I'm fine now.
If you're tired, sleep a little longer and I'll stay with you."
He Fangze put her hand back into the quilt and carefully tucked the corner of the quilt for her.
Her heart suddenly felt at ease, and she looked at the silent man next to her who was always taking care of her for a moment.
She stretched out a warm hand from the bed and lovingly touched his full body which was not yet shaved.
It was a green bearded face that stood up.
"I'm going to learn nursing today.
Once I learn it, you won't be allowed to let other women touch you again."
She said softly, her tone a little coquettish.
He Fangze was startled, and then he understood.
In the last operation, due to the poor conditions, not all the bullet fragments were removed, and there was always a dull pain in the shoulder.
I finally got a clearance two days ago.
I just had my second surgery and the stitches haven't been removed yet.
When she came last night, she happened to see the nurse changing her dressing.
He couldn't help but laugh, reached out and rubbed her head, and said in a low voice: "I know."
Feng Kezhi finally waited until Feng Lingmei came out and called her: "Eighth Sister" Feng Lingmei turned her head and looked at her brother in surprise: "I just came here at midnight last night, and I have no mission now.
If you don't hurry up and catch up on your sleep, why are you here?"
Feng Kezhi remembered that as soon as she arrived last night, she made a long-distance call.
The hotel said that she had left a few days ago.
He suppressed the infinite melancholy that once again surged in his heart and whispered: "Eighth sister, I have something, I'm not sure. , I want to ask you something.”
"What's up" "If a girl doodles on a boy's photo, adds a beard to him, and..."
He looked around.
"You even drew a turtle on your forehead.
What does this mean?"
Feng Lingmei was surprised.
She didn't expect her brother to come here early in the morning to wait for her.
What she was asking was this, and she found it a bit funny.
Couldn't help but laugh.
"Didn't you have many girlfriends before?
Silly, you don't know this.
Of course you like it.
Only draw if you like it."
She paused and looked at her brother suspiciously.
"Who wouldn't be Lanting who drew a turtle on your photo?"
Feng Ke shook his head subconsciously: "No" before he finished speaking, he changed his words again.
"yes."
Feng Lingmei was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "She likes you."
"Eighth sister, please stay with your brother-in-law, I'll leave first."
Feng Kezhi turned around and left with brisk steps.
One day later, the first letter he wrote to Meng Lanting went on a cruise ship through special channels, traveled on the sea, and reached Meng Lanting's hands at the end of winter that year.
After receiving her reply, in the autumn of the next year, his second letter came on the cruise ship again.
Comes and goes.
In the long delivery of letters and letters, in the late night, in the long thought and expectation of waking up in the quiet gap of artillery fire, time is like running water, slowly passing through the fingers.
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The autumn of the 30th year of the Republic of China.
In a quiet town near New York, this afternoon, the bright sunshine of the autumn afternoon passed through the canopy of the tall oak hazel trees and shone dappledly on the medieval arcades and rolling doors and windows that can be seen everywhere on the campus.
It also shone quietly on a figure sitting beside the tree-lined avenue.
She is a young girl from the East.
On the campus of Princeton University, which has not yet opened admissions to female students, it is not surprising to see oriental faces, but female students are not common.
Strictly speaking, this young lady from China is not a student here.
She was one of the assistants to the eccentric Professor Friedman in the mathematics department and came here four years ago.
When she came four years ago, she was not yet twenty years old.
And now, at the age of twenty-three, she was sitting on a long wooden chair beside the campus road, lowering her head and looking at a thick book on her lap.
She has long hair hanging down her waist, braided casually, with a scarf wrapped around her shoulders, a plaid skirt, and a pair of black leather shoes on her feet, looking casual and youthful.
The sun shone on her low and smooth forehead, and a few strands of hair reflecting the golden light and shadow floated out from the braid, gently touching her face with the wind.
Her skin was white and her eyes were calm.
She read the book for a while, raised her head, and her eyes fell on the Nasu Hall not far away opposite.
The brick wall is unpainted, with green ivy climbing densely on it, covering up the mottled traces of time on the wall.
She looked at the ivy, and gradually she seemed to be in a trance.
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps nearby, as if someone was walking towards her.
She turned her face, and when she saw someone coming, a smile appeared on her face, she called "Songzhou", closed the book and stood up.
Xi Songzhou signaled her that she didn't have to get up, walked quickly in front of her, nodded to her, and then sat next to her.
In the past few years, the two of them have not met frequently, but they have communicated with each other.
The foreign country is like a bond of friendship, which will only make each other more and more close friends.
"Lanting, I have received an invitation from the institute to hire me as a tenured professor."
The two talked about the current situation for a few words.
Meng Lanting asked him about the research institute, and he said.
"Congratulations, you deserve it."
Meng Lanting smiled heartily.
Xi Songzhou clasped his hands tightly and stared ahead, as if he was deep in thought.
"What's wrong?"
Meng Lanting asked him.
He slowly turned his face to look at her.
"I didn't accept it."
Meng Lanting was startled.
"I have already made up my mind to return to China as soon as possible."
Xi Songzhou frowned.
"In the past two years, I have sent several airmail letters to Professor Zhou, but as you know, communication is difficult under such circumstances at home and abroad.
Fortunately, I finally received a reply from him some time ago.
He and I He talked about the situation there."
"I didn't expect that this battle would last so long.
Instead of seeing any hope of victory, it has entered an increasingly difficult situation, and I don't know when it will end.
This is even more true for the United Nations General Assembly.
The conditions are so difficult that they I didn’t give up and kept going to class.”
He paused.
"I feel deeply guilty.
They have persisted for four years, but I am living here safely.
Professor Zhou said that there is a shortage of teachers.
I have already made up my mind to go back as soon as possible and wait for the victory with Professor Zhou and others."
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Meng Lanting was a little surprised, thought for a moment, and said, "Professor Zhou probably just mentioned it accidentally and didn't mean to ask you to go back."
Xi Songzhou shook his head: "I know, it was my decision.
In fact, I have been hesitant before, but I never made up my mind.
Now I have decided.
I came here today to say goodbye to you."
"Lanting, I'm going back to China first.
The institute doesn't lack a professor for me, and I think the General Assembly needs me to go back even more." he said.
Meng Lanting felt moved in his heart, stood up, and solemnly extended his hand to him.
"I admire your decision.
I wish you a smooth journey and hope that we can meet again soon in the future.
By then, the war will be over and we can live in peace again."
Xi Songzhou also stood up, slowly stretched out his hand, took her hand, squeezed it slowly, paused, and finally let go.
"I believe it will."
Meng Lanting nodded: "When do you leave, I will see you off."
"No need."
Xi Songzhou smiled.
"I know you are busy with your studies, so there is no need to send me a special gift.
I am already satisfied to get your blessing and affirmation."
Meng Lanting looked at him with a smile: "Then I'm not polite.
I wish you all the best again."
"Songzhou, you are really outstanding.
I am proud that I am lucky enough to have a friend like you."
Xi Songzhou stared at her without saying anything.
After a moment, he nodded to her, turned around, and walked away.
His pace was neither fast nor slow at first, just like his usual walking style, and then gradually slowed down.
Although in my heart, I told myself over and over again that there was really no need to look back.
She and herself will always be friends.
But his head seemed to be disobedient and turned back anyway.
He saw that Meng Lanting was still standing there, looking after him.
When he saw that she turned around, she smiled again, raised a hand, shook it with him, and made a gesture of goodbye.
A boy walked towards her and called her, as if he said something.
After hearing this, she waved her hand in her direction again, then put away the book, turned around and hurried away in the other direction.
Xi Songzhou stayed where he was, watching her back gradually disappear at the end of the campus trail.
He lowered his head and pulled out a pen inserted in his breast pocket.
This is a gold Parker pen.
After many years of use, the tip of the pen is somewhat worn, but the outer shell still looks new, which shows how much the owner cares for it.
He stared at it for a moment, put it back into his pocket again, straightened it up, turned around, and walked away again.
They are friends, just friends.
These long but short four years finally allowed him to learn to remember this matter.
From today on, he must also learn to truly treat her in his heart as a friend.
A new life spread out at his feet.
He knew there would be many hardships and hardships, but he was not afraid.
Those may be all the lightness and weight that a person must bear in life.
He is ready.
The professor's assistant told her that the professor asked her to go find her and say something was wrong.
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Meng Lanting left the campus and hurried to the nearby Institute for Advanced Study.
After entering, he went to the professor's office, knocked on the door, and then went in.
The professor's office is always messy, with all kinds of information and books piled up randomly.
Moreover, he is not happy that his assistants help him organize it, saying that it only messes up the order and prevents him from finding things.
As usual, the thin professor sat behind his desk, almost hidden by the tall piles of books piled on both sides.
But today is a little different from usual.
In the professor's office, there was a plainclothes man in his thirties.
The man was Chinese and had sharp eyes.
When he saw Meng Lanting coming in, he immediately turned around, respectfully called "Ms.
Meng", then showed his ID and introduced himself.
His name is Fang Jun, and he is a military attache at the Embassy of the Republic of China in Washington.
"Ms.
Meng, I received instructions from Chongqing.
Now, I need to bring you back to the country."
Meng Lanting's heartbeat quickened and he looked at the professor.
The professor said: "The experts who previously went to China for training and assistance could not withstand the humidity in Chongqing's underground air-raid shelters and fell ill.
Now they have returned to China.
Meng, you have been here for four years and you are one of my most outstanding students.
Not only are you talented Outstanding and hardworking are incomparable to others.
I have taught you everything I can teach you.
The rest is up to you.
I know you want to go back, so you can go back now.
Go.
It’s about taking over that person.”
Meng Lanting suppressed the feeling that his heart was so excited that it almost jumped out of his throat, and bowed deeply to the professor.
"Professor, this is how we Chinese express our respect and gratitude to our teachers.
Thank you for your help over the past few years.
I will always remember and be grateful to you."
The professor smiled and held Meng Lanting's hand.
"Go ahead, have a good journey." gd1806102: