Synopsis:
Zhai Wei, a young editor of a magazine, whose ancestral home is in a small mountain village in Shandong, is the grandfather of his grandfather, who fled to the Great Northern Wilderness and became a member of the Guandong clan. My girlfriend Jia Qiao's hometown has always been in the Northeast, growing up on the border between the two countries, drinking water from Xinghai Lake and eating corn and sorghum, both of whom are college students. He studied literature, she studied science, began to work as an accountant in a private company, and later left to become an online anchor, although he is not an Internet celebrity, but he also has a lot of fans, and his monthly income is more than that of his boyfriend. Both of them are in their thirties, long past the legal age of marriage, but the hateful house has caused trouble......
(This work is fictional, and any similarities are purely coincidental.) ）
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Zhai Wei is like a hungry wolf, chewing on the delicious skeleton brought to him by the work.
In the early autumn of 1948, the Kuomintang troops in Fodao City were surrounded by the People's Liberation Army, and they were all like ants on a hot pot, and they would be killed in the fire if they were not careful.
In the evening of that day, a mighty soldier dressed in an American-style lieutenant colonel uniform, braving sporadic artillery fire, quietly knocked on the door of a private courtyard compound in the center of the city under the cover of night.
"Who?"
"Me!Short, open the door!"
"It's the eldest young master who is back!Come in!" the servant Wang Bao pulled the bolt of the door, and the pure elm door made a heavy "squeak" sound.
"Is Qiwen at home?" Short asked urgently.
"Yes, the young grandmother is in the West Wing, I'm going to report?"
"No, I don't have to. Schott went straight to the west room with a burning fire, shouting as he walked: "Qiwen!"
"The young master is back. Qiwen opened the door to greet her long-lost husband. Since the People's Liberation Army besieged Fodao, although the husband and wife are in the same city, they have not seen each other for more than two months. Seeing each other today, I was very happy, I didn't care about greeting each other, I couldn't help hugging and kissing, and a pair of lips were glued like a finished tire, and there was no air leakage at all. Military uniforms, cheongsams, and underwear were gone, and rapid breathing squeezed out the closed door, merging with the air and rising. Even Wang Bao, who was sweeping the yard outside, smelled this long-lost breath......
"Qiwen! I came back in a hurry this time, I have something to ....." The tired Schott words stuck in his throat, and he was in a dilemma......
"Short, what's the matter? ”
"I'm in a mess, I don't know what to say. ”
"You're going to kill me, I'm your wife, what can't I say. ”
Short leaned his shirtless on the head of the bed and said to Qiwen: "Wen'er! You also know the current situation, the national army will not be able to hold for long, and Fodao City will be lost sooner or later and fall into the hands of the communist army. This afternoon, I received an urgent letter from Shangfeng, ordering me to take a special plane to Taiwan with the commissioner. I pleaded with my boss again and again to take you away, but my boss didn't agree. At the end of the words, he hugged Qiwen tightly in his arms, for fear of losing his beloved wife.
Qiwen snuggled her head against her husband's strong and elastic chest, and sobbed silently: "I won't let you go, I won't let you go, you go, what should I do? And my father's ......." The cry came out like a window paper, The instant change in the indoor and outdoor air, Wang Bao was confused, and his heart snorted.
"Then let's escape from this place of right and wrong at night and go to my uncle's in Shanghai. ”
"No, not to mention that there is a siege of the People's Liberation Army outside the city, even the military commander's spies are not easy to get rid of. ”
"To vote for the People's Liberation Army?"
"This ...... I have also considered that since I abandoned my pen and surrendered, I have no blood debt on me, and I believe that the Communist Party will forgive. But as a real soldier, how can he serve the two masters in his life. ”
"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, you have an idea. Qiwen said in a choked voice.
At this time, Short couldn't think of a good way, so he had to come up with a delaying plan: "My dear, soldiers take obedience to orders as their duty, I will go to Taiwan first, settle down, and come back to pick you and the old man up?"
"That's it, that's it. Qiwen sobbed and spat out these words.
The hurried knock on the door of "Knock, Knock ......" interrupted the lingering entanglement of the husband and wife's imminent parting. "Wang Bao, look who's knocking on the door!"
"Back to the eldest young master, it's Staff Officer Sun. ”
"Adjutant Xiao! The commissioner told you to go to the airport immediately, the plane is about to take off, otherwise you won't be in a hurry. The soldiers shouted in and out of the door.
"Got it! I'll go right away!"
Qiwen tied a military discipline buckle to her husband with her delicate and slender hands, and advised: "When you get there, take care of your body, I heard that it is windy on the island, be careful of your injured leg." Dad, don't worry, I'll take care of Dad. ”
"I'm relieved to take care of my father, but I'm not worried about you, you should take care. Speaking of this, Short paused for a moment and changed the subject: "Dad has been in the countryside for several months, and it is a bit of a pity that I can't say goodbye to this parting." ”
"When Dad comes back, I'll tell the old man. ”
"Remember, tell my dad that I'll go on a mission in Nanjing and I'll be back in a few months. ”
"Ahh
"Wang Bao, I will entrust my lord and wife to you, take care of them, and one day they will repay each other. ”
"Young master, don't worry!" Wang Bao replied tremblingly.
Short endured the sadness of parting, pushed away Qiwen's weak body, and walked out of the courtyard gate.
"Xiao ......" Qiwen only shouted one word, her body was as soft as a noodle, and Wang Bao hurriedly helped his wife back to the house.......
Five watches.
Zhai Wei was brought to the war-torn era by his works, and wanted to eat the spiritual meal in front of him in one go, but unfortunately there was too much food, and he couldn't digest it in his stomach, not to mention that he couldn't eat it all in one go, so he had to give up. He was a little puzzled, the beginning of this meal was clearly written about the theme of war, why did he give the name "Return to the Roots"? It's almost dawning, so add some fuel to tomorrow's spirit. He didn't even take off his clothes, and as soon as his head was on the pillow, he fell asleep.
(To be continued)
A recent photograph of a hermit in Nanzhuang
Personal profile: Liu Base (net name: Nanzhuang Hermit), male, from Sanhe, Hebei, now lives in Jinan, Shandong, graduated from the Chinese Department of Qufu Normal University. He went to the countryside, served as a soldier, went to a military school, went through business, and worked in politics, and is now retired. Since childhood, I have liked literature, and have written blackboard newspapers, edited serial newspapers, and submitted manuscripts. He has been a citizen journalist in Jinan, a writer-in-residence, a member of the Shandong Prose Literature Association, and a member of the Jinan Writers Association in Shandong. In the past 30 years, thousands of manuscripts have been adopted by national, provincial and municipal newspapers and magazines and various literary networks, and dozens of articles have won different awards.