"Hey? What are these three children doing? Are they hiding in the house and not coming out?" Li Chu suddenly thought that he had been back for a long time, but he didn't see any of the children.
"They're all in the front yard pharmacy."
???
He looked at his wife with question marks on his face.
"Wen Hui said she wanted to learn those medicinal materials with Wen Xuan, so Yueyue went over to help them."
He nodded without saying another word, put the washed dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen, then took out a large bag of buns from the cabinet, took out a few boxes of cans, and walked to the yard.
Several dogs that had been lying under the eaves basking in the sun ran up to him and lined up consciously, waiting for their owners to give them food.
He sat there on a small bench, took out a bun from the bag, and threw it to the great sage who was first in line, followed closely by the second and third...
There were dozens of steamed buns in a big bag, and the four of them finished it in a short time. They ran back to drink some water first, then came over with their own food bowls, waiting to distribute the canned meat.
After serving all four dogs, he took a steamed bun from the kitchen, ate it in twos, and walked into the living room.
Ding Qiunan, who was sitting on the sofa sewing insoles, saw her husband come in and asked, "What do you want to eat? I'll get you some."
"No, I ate a steamed bun and will have lunch later."
After saying that, he sat on the sofa, then took away his wife's hands that were working, lay down on the sofa, rested his head on her legs, and closed his eyes.
"I'll stare for a while."
Ding Qiunan put down the needle and thread in her hand and reached out to touch her husband's head, which had just grown some hair.
It has been two days since she came back. In fact, she has never paid much attention to her husband's face.
Now he was lying on her lap and took a closer look.
She didn't realize anything when she wasn't looking, but when she looked carefully, she was startled.
There is nothing wrong with my face, but there is a big problem on my neck.
Looking carefully at the neck, there were two scratches in total, one of which was actually scratched from the aorta.
Now that the person was alive in front of her, she knew that the scratch must be very shallow. If it were deeper, then he would not have walked back by himself.
"Hey..." Ding Qiunan gently stroked her husband's face and sighed inwardly.
She just sat quietly like this. After a while, she gently supported her man's head and stood up, then stuffed a cotton cushion she made herself under his head.
He walked into the bedroom and took out a small quilt and covered him with it.
Next, she walked to the door and prepared to take out some clothes hanging on the clothes rack to wash.
Just as he was about to go out, he saw something on the satchel that Li Chu was carrying when he went out this time. He didn't know what he had touched on it. It looked dirty, so he took it off and washed it with him.
Huh? There's still something in the bag.
She opened her satchel and took out all the pens and papers inside. Then she saw that there was a letter inside the bag.
Ding Qiunan looked back and saw her husband, who was still sleeping soundly on the sofa, carefully took the letter out of the bag.
The envelope was blank, nothing was written on it, but there was letter paper inside, and there was something written on the letter paper.
At this moment she was a little hesitant, not sure whether she should take it out and look at it.
She looked back at the sofa again, and seeing that there was still no movement, she took out the letter paper from the envelope.
She felt a little like a thief, and her heart was beating very fast.
She didn't dare to stay in the room anymore, so she hurriedly walked outside and opened the neatly folded letter paper. When she saw the letter raised, she calmed down, because the letter written on the letter was Qiunan Azuma, which meant that this
The letter was written to her, so there is nothing for her to read now.
This also relieved her inner guilt a lot.
At the same time, a deep doubt arose in her heart. When was this letter written? Why was it not sent? Why did she write the letter when she knew it would not be sent?
With these questions in mind, she lowered her head and looked down.
Akinan Azuma:
Seeing the words is like seeing the face!
It is now July 25, 1980, one ten minutes in the morning.
In less than two hours, I will follow a combat team to rescue several of our comrades, and at the same time, I will have to hold on to the high ground for three more days.
The reason why I wanted to follow them was because three of those comrades were seriously injured and needed to be dealt with first.
Originally, the frontline command headquarters wanted to send a health worker to follow, but I saw that those health workers could only deal with a little trauma, so I took the initiative to sign up and ask to go.
I heard that the enemy has a division of troops surrounding the high ground we are going to. I don't know if our mission can be successfully completed, and I hope I won't hold you back.
My original intention was not to write this letter, because I wanted to go back and tell you in person.
But the cadre leading the team said that everyone must write and hand it over to the paperwork. If they cannot come back, the paperwork will be sent to their families.
The reason why I didn't write the delivery address and recipient's name on the envelope was because I told the clerk that if I couldn't come back, I asked him to give the letter to the combat staff Wang Jun or Li Qiaoyun of the propaganda team.
I think it is much better for them to take it back than for you to read the letter alone.
I don’t know how to write this letter. If I go back alive, then I will pretend that nothing happened. If I am unlucky...
Then I'm sorry. I broke my promise. I broke my oath to take care of you for the rest of my life.
I hope you don't hate me, you have to believe that I love you.
That’s all for writing, I’m going to check the equipment and get ready to go.
Sincerely
salute
Then at the end is a signature of Li Chu. This is a fancy signature of later generations. Without hard practice, it is impossible to write it like that.
The prescriptions he usually prescribes are all signed like this, so they are very easy to recognize and very unique.
Ding Qiunan, who was reading the letter at this time, had already burst into tears.
The tears that fell down soaked the letter paper.
She really couldn't imagine how her man spent the next few days after writing this letter.
From the scars on his body, it is not difficult to see how difficult those days were.
Fortunately, he came back alive, and this letter was not brought back by others.
This is what matters most.
Raising his hand to wipe his tears, Ding Qiunan folded the letter in his hand and put it into the envelope again.
Looking at the satchel again, she suddenly felt that maybe it shouldn't be washed. She immediately walked into the living room again, put the things she had just taken out back into the bag, and hung them on the wall.