"Wife, have you figured out what to do?" Ye Wenzhong ate very quickly. After a full steak was wiped out, he poured himself a glass of wine and tasted it slowly. It was a bit bitter and a little bit
Astringent, sweet, sour, Ye Wenzhong shook his wine glass, and looked at the crystal glass of agate-red wine, and felt inexplicably more and more uncomfortable. He was waiting, and he sincerely hoped that there was room for recovery.
If Yang Ping was willing to surrender, she would not have lost her forever...
"I won't surrender, you know, I will suffer more then. I haven't done anything to sorry for my family and your 'bad things' over the years. But I still violated many national laws, and I don't know anything.
Young man, you know, husband, I can't live after entering..." Yang Ping smiled slightly, feeling a little sad. It's not that she can't escape, and Ye Wenzhong may not have thought about the 20-year relationship between husband and wife.
It was just that she couldn't bear to ask Zhong at night. In addition, she knew that she would be finished asking Zhong at night...
There was silence, Ye Wenzhong understood Yang Ping's persistence...
"Don't think about it anymore? The car is downstairs, I can get shot a few times, and the above will not blame me any more..." The dinner was about to end, and Ye Wenzhong raised his head and looked at his wife with clear eyes.
He took the pistol left by Ye Yangjian from the coffee table.
"Husband, no need, I know you are for my own good, but I don't want you to be injured. Besides, is the bitter meat plan useful?" Yang Ping quickly stopped Ye Wenzhong, who had already been pressed on the bullet.
"Thank you husband, I know that you have me in your heart. I am just a woman. I have no regrets about having a man who loves me and loves me for twenty years. I am very satisfied with dinner." Yang Ping lowered her head.
First, I gently wiped my mouth with a napkin. I raised my head and looked at my husband Ye Wenzhong with a smile. The strong love overflowed my eyes. This is a person who has been with me for twenty years.
"You write me a letter! Just like a love letter, the last time I received your love letter was twenty years ago..." After thinking for a while, Yang Ping suggested.
"Okay! Leave me a letter too." Ye Wenzhong nodded and agreed. He got up and went to the study. Yang Ping began to clean up the dining table...
Sitting at the desk in the study, Ye Wenzhong wrote a few words in a mess, grabbed a piece of paper, grabbed a piece of paper, and threw it hard on the ground. The ashtray was placed on the table with cigarette butts, and grabbed it.
Even if he had broken his head, he couldn't think of what to write. His eyes were red, and Ye Wenzhong felt so uncomfortable! Scenes were replaying in front of him.
At that time, I was still young and served in the army according to family motto. Just like Ye Yangjian, he was about the same age as Ye Yangjian, with a strong spirit and a generous personality...
On that afternoon of acquaintance, I saw her for the first time. At that time, he was beautifully hesitating about a blooming pear blossom. He kept telling himself in his heart that the woman he wanted, the woman he wanted to love for his whole life...
Under the moon of knowing each other, I bravely confessed to him, and in his own way, he shouted out his love declaration heroically, "I am not handsome, I'm even to put it bluntly, I'm just a rough man, I can't write love letters
, I don’t know what languidance is! I only know that as long as you want, as long as I have it." At that time, she leaned gently on her chest...
On the wedding night, the oath of "I'm old until I'm old, I'm holding my face to the edge" seems to be right in my ears, "From now on, you will be my wife, I will never let you down." Even, you have made an agreement for a hundred years, if you are ninety-seven
He died every year and waited for three years on Naiheqiao's '" That was his first time writing Zou Zou's poems to her. At that time, he had just retired from the army and secretly joined the National Security Bureau...
He had an accident while on duty. He didn't arrive at the hospital until his wife gave birth. When her son was born, she was so tired that she couldn't open her eyes, but a happy smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She murmured to herself with some pride: "Husband,
I was born to the only male in the Ye family. How enthusiastic you can see it? Although it was born at night, I hope my son can be as bright as the sun and full of vitality. I don’t want him to be rich and noble in the future.
I hope he is safe and healthy, so I will be named Ye Yangjian.”…
"Okay, my son's name is Ye Yangjian." He said happily with his arms around his weak wife.
She has given all her own things to this family without regrets. In her mission and relationships, she chose the latter without hesitation, chose the family, and chose herself.
Which one country is more important?
Ye Wenzhong, sitting on a chair in the study, was smoking quietly, letting the smoke wet his eyes. A man seven feet tall grabbed his hair in pain and bit his lips. He began to hate himself
I hate this family and everything about myself, and I hate myself as a teacher, but I can’t write a word at the last moment...
Sudden!
"Bang..." A gunshot came from the bedroom.
When Ye Wenzhong heard the gunshot, he immediately ran to the bedroom like crazy. Yang Ping and Yi were lying on the bed and burst into a blood hole in front of their chests, and their mouths were vomiting blood.
"Husband..." She had been waiting in the room for a long time, and finally saw her husband, and called out softly. With tears in her eyes, she was crying. Yang Ping raised her pistol again and pointed it at her abdomen with tears in her eyes.
.She had been waiting for a long time and wanted to talk to him a few more words, but she knew she could not delay any more, otherwise Ye Wenzhong would definitely be favored and she would never be able to let him go.
"I don't want to make things difficult for you, I know you can't do it..." She said, biting her lip, Yang Ping tried to take a deep breath, trying her best not to make herself look painful, and at the same time she slammed herself again
The trigger was moved.
"Bang!..."
"Being able to get your love is the greatest glory in my life. I love you..."
"Bang!..."
After three shots, the beautiful Yang Ping smiled and closed her eyes...
Standing beside the bed, Ye Wenzhong reached out to pick up an envelope on the head of the bed. It was written to him by Yang Ping.
"Husband: I'm leaving, you have to live well, do you know? Don't be as willful as a gymnastic, don't come to me so early, I will remember your appearance and your smell, so I won't care where I will be in the next life.
I can find you, and I will be your wife and your wife in the next life.
I can have you, a considerate and good husband, and a good son, and a good son.
I am the happiest woman in the world.
Love you: Miyuki Nakajima"
"Even...you and I have made a promise for a hundred years...If you die at the age of 97, wait for Naihe Bridge for three years! Heaven and earth are united, and I dare not tell my wife..." Ye Wenzhong hugged his arms and felt like he was asleep.
Yang Ping gently wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth. She gently pulled the quilt and covered her body. She turned around and walked to the other side of the bed, sorted out her clothes, and took out a box of specials from her pocket.
I took out a cigarette and put it in my mouth and took a deep breath. I picked up the phone and dialed a number skillfully.
"Dad! I'm going, take good care of you, please help me!" Ye Wenzhong hung up the phone, grabbed the pistol and skillfully shut down the bullet, checked the bullet, smiled slightly, and scolded the brat with tears, then raised his mouth and raised his mouth.
The gun was aimed at his chest...
"Bang……"
(Breaking the Ring and Wolves, Volume 2 - Battle of Glory·End)
Please look forward to the third volume of "Breaking the Rings and Wolves"...Black Medal!
Brothers!
This is a long war...
It's also an arduous war...
You fight for your motherland bravely and proudly...
You are an extraordinary group...
Always closely connected to each other...
Never leave each other...
Such friendship only exists among comrades...
Such friendship exists among brothers...
We used fox pits to avoid artillery fire...
We have supported each other at the moment we need it most...