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Suddenly, a hot liquid poured out of Sun Fengzhu's mouth like a volcanic eruption, and she hurriedly tried to cover the corners of her mouth, but her hands were full of blood, and what caught her eyes was a bright red color! Sun Fengzhu was terrified to the extreme, it turned out that her long-incurable lung disease broke out again.
Blood poured out of her mouth like a river bursting its banks, and she spurted out several mouthfuls of blood in a row, coughing one after another, and was in pain.
However, at this moment, there was no one around, her beloved husband Zhang Zonghe was enjoying a meal outside, and her young daughter Zhang Yijing was not beside her. Sun Fengzhu felt dizzy, but she knew that she had to find a way to ask for help, otherwise she could only wait for death to come.
She clenched her teeth, tried her best to support her weak body, and struggled to move to the rattan chair that Zhang Zonghe often leaned on on weekdays, hoping to stand up with this support.
However, before she could fully rely on the back of her chair, a violent cough struck again, and a large amount of blood spurted out like a spring, and she could no longer support herself, and fell to the ground hard.
Seeing that his life was about to disappear, Sun Fengzhu used his last strength to drag his bleeding body to squirm on the floor little by little, leaving scarlet traces.
She targeted a bamboo bed by the doorway, hoping to climb there and send a distress signal to the outside world.
However, the tumbling and struggling along the way had exhausted the last of her physical strength, and when she finally reached the bamboo bed, she could no longer make any sound.
In the scorching summer of 1936, the sun was blazing, and the beautiful coastal city of Qingdao was filled with the smell of sunshine and sea breeze. The 22-year-old Zhang Zonghe successfully completed his university studies, and he and his sister Zhang Chonghe agreed to spend the last summer vacation of their middle school years here.
Sun Fengzhu is like a hibiscus out of the water, fresh and refined. She has neat short hair, no makeup, and a simple swimsuit, swimming and frolicking on the beach without pretentiousness, with an innocent smile on her face.
Her posture is light and fluid, and when she occasionally dances, she resembles a light butterfly, which is breathtakingly beautiful.
What made Zhang Zonghe fall in love with it was Sun Fengzhu's moving singing voice when he sang Kunqu Opera. Her voice is like a tiger hill shengrui, and she listens to it gracefully, which can be called the sound of heaven.
Whenever she sings gracefully on stage, her bright eyes seem to contain a thousand charming styles.
Zhang Zonghe is like being in the realm of treasures, and he is deeply trapped in it and cannot extricate himself. Even if he finally noticed that Sun Fengzhu's teeth were slightly thin, it did not diminish her charming demeanor in the slightest.
On the contrary, this makes the true temperament of this talented woman jump on the page, and people can't help but fall in love with it.
In this way, the two met late in Qingdao day after day, which aroused deep resonance and felt the joy of a wise man meeting a wise man. Although the shadow of war looms over them all the time, it does not stop the two fiery hearts from colliding with each other.
After separation, they conveyed each other's thoughts through letters, Sun Fengzhu shared daily trivial anecdotes with Zhang Zonghe, and Zhang Zonghe was obedient to her, as if returning to the sweet time of first love.
February 1939 was the most unforgettable day in the lives of Zhang Zonghe and Sun Fengzhu. In the beautiful Kunming, Yunnan Province, this pair of tempered lovers finally entered the palace of marriage and tightly embraced the happiness they dreamed of.
On the day of the wedding, the atmosphere was warm and extraordinary. Mr. Zhu Ziqing, a well-known writer, came to the scene and sent his most sincere blessings to the newcomers. Zhang Zonghe played the flute with great interest, and the song "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" was melodious and moving, winning thunderous applause from the audience.
However, the ruthlessness of fate always strikes people when they least expect it.
Before the joy of the newlyweds dissipated, the smoke of war had quietly spread. In order to escape the invasion of war, the couple had to travel around, looking for a place to live in Kunming, Chongqing, Zhaotong and other places.
During these turbulent years, they left their homeland, had no one to rely on, and tasted the bitterness and bitterness of life.
In 1942, their lives finally ushered in a ray of light - their baby daughter Zhang Yijing was born. This innocent little angel brings them endless joy and rekindles their vision of the future.
Sun Fengzhu regards her daughter as a treasure of life and takes care of her carefully, and whenever Zhang Zonghe returns from work, he can always see a warm picture at home: his wife is concentrating on sewing and mending clothes, and his daughter is snuggling up to him and playing.
Such a harmonious and happy family atmosphere made Zhang Zonghe feel unprecedented satisfaction and peace of mind. However, the good times did not last long, and as time went by, Sun Fengzhu's lung disease worsened day by day, and his physical condition deteriorated.
In order to take care of his wife's health, Zhang Zonghe had to temporarily put down his work and take the whole family back to Zhang Laowei's hometown to recuperate, hoping that the fresh air of his hometown could bring Sun Fengzhu new vitality.
In fact, as early as the beginning of their acquaintance, Zhang Zonghe had already noticed some hints of weakness in Sun Fengzhu's body. Despite her energetic appearance, whenever she opened her mouth to sing, Zhang Zonghe always clearly saw that her teeth were slightly sparse and uneven.
What made him even more deeply worried was Sun Fengzhu's frequent coughing symptoms and the sad and melancholy expression that often appeared.
It wasn't until one day later that Sun Fengzhu finally confessed her true situation to Zhang Zonghe - she was suffering from lung disease. Hearing this news, Zhang Zonghe felt like falling into an ice cellar, and his heart ached.
He loved this gentle and beautiful woman deeply, but he could not help, and could only watch her illness recur.
After marriage, Sun Fengzhu's physical condition deteriorated day by day. Sometimes in the middle of the night, Zhang Zonghe had to fight hard and take care of the daily life of his wife and children. Seeing Sun Fengzhu coughing and being in pain, his heart was like a knife, he was at a loss, but he was helpless.
Chongqing's humid and cold climate undoubtedly added to her condition. Seeing that his wife was getting thinner and haggard, coughing up blood and weakness, Zhang Zonghe couldn't bear it anymore, so he resolutely decided to lead the whole family back to Zhang Laowei's hometown to recuperate.
Perhaps the familiar atmosphere of his hometown can help Sun Fengzhu regain his health.
Deep down, Zhang Zonghe actually has a faint sense of self-blame. If the two hadn't been allowed to go to the last step, maybe today's wife would not be so miserable.
However, in the face of Sun Fengzhu's affection and dependence, how could he bear to refuse? He could only do his best to cherish and protect this hard-won marriage.
For a period of time after returning to Zhang Laowei's hometown, Sun Fengzhu's condition seemed to have been temporarily alleviated. She looked to have regained some strength, and her face was much brighter than before.
Seeing such a situation, Zhang Zonghe secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
However, fate is often merciless, and just before they have time to celebrate, Sun Fengzhu's illness is once again capricious, sometimes good and sometimes bad, and unpredictable.
Sometimes she coughs violently and even coughs up blood, and sometimes she has a high fever and listlessness.
At this critical moment, Zhang Zonghe seemed to be under tremendous pressure, shouldering a heavy burden, watching his wife's life in danger, and trembling and worrying all the time. He had witnessed his wife struggling in pain countless times, scarlet blood vomiting from her mouth and nose, and the pain was unbearable, and his heart was suffering from pain that no one could understand.
Once upon a time, Sun Fengzhu still had a glimmer of hope for the future. She once told Zhang Zonghe frankly that according to the hexagram she obtained by asking for a lot, maybe her body will gradually recover when the spring flowers bloom in the spring of the next year.
At that time, her eyes flashed with the ardent anticipation of life, as if she was looking forward to the dawn of life.
However, fate is ruthless and cruel after all, not only spring has quietly left, but summer has also arrived, Sun Fengzhu's condition has not improved, but is getting worse day by day.
She coughed incessantly, had trouble breathing, and almost ran out of strength to speak. During those difficult years, Zhang Zonghe waited by his wife's bedside all day long like a walking corpse, watching her cough up blood and vomit blood, but he was helpless.
His heart was filled with deep guilt and remorse. If he had been able to let go of his prejudices at the beginning, if he hadn't let Sun Fengzhu make that decision, maybe today's tragedy would not have happened.
However, now it is too late to regret it, and Zhang Zonghe can only burst into tears and feel guilty.
After Sun Fengzhu passed away, Zhang Zonghe fell into endless self-blame and pain. Whenever he recalled his wife's pale and powerless face before she died, he could not forgive himself for his negligence.
If he hadn't spent his time that night outside, but had stayed at home to watch over it, and if he had noticed the anomaly and acted immediately, perhaps such a tragedy could have been avoided.
A beautiful woman who was once full of vitality and bright and moving, died lonely in bright red blood, which made Zhang Zonghe unable to let go of his regrets. Since then, he has been immersed in self-blame and scolding all day and night, sometimes grief-stricken, tears rippling, sometimes emotionally out of control, losing his mind, and even his daily life has become decadent.
In this work, which embodies Zhang Zonghe's deep efforts, Sun Fengzhu's image is vividly displayed in front of the readers. She is like the soft and delicate Lin Daiyu, who is plagued by illness but still has a frank personality, and her joy and sorrow are overflowing; she is sensitive and emotional, often falling into depression, and is endlessly dependent and eager for Zhang Zonghe, looking forward to his company and care all the time.
Compared with Lin Daiyu, Sun Fengzhu has reaped the perfection of love. Although her life is as short and gorgeous as a meteor crossing the night sky, she has enjoyed the most precious marriage and happiness, which may be much luckier than Lin Daiyu.
Being able to marry Zhang Zonghe, who is erudite and elegant, and who takes great care of her, is undoubtedly the greatest blessing of Sun Fengzhu's life! It is precisely this innocent and fiery love that has given her short and precious life more dazzling light.