Hello, when you read this letter, you should have been lying in the comfortable bed at home and reunited with your family. You are so lucky because at this time, I may still be on the train. I have to transfer again in Beijing before I can get home.
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Wu Fangge looked at the beginning of the letter, smiled mockingly, then looked at the floor he built, before continuing to read the letter
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Playing songs, the purpose of writing to you this time is not for anything else, but for telling you a secret. So far, only two people know this secret. You are the third one, and may also be the last one.
Do you remember I told you that Nurse Xiaolu is a very good woman? Although you have a close relationship with her, I also know that her reputation is not very good. Doesn’t she feel strange about me? In fact, everyone is wrong. Nurse Xiaolu is actually one of the very good women, almost as good as Sister Wei Yan, and even better to you. Why I say this is a reason.
Playing song, do you still remember the mission we performed? I know we don’t want to mention it. We once saw a slaughtered village together, but the secret I want to tell has nothing to do with this matter
When we retreated, we divided into two groups and were fired by the Japanese anti-aircraft machine guns in the open minefield in front of the nameless high ground. Staff Lu also died at that time. If it weren't for a small team of our army who broke through the position, we would probably not have survived. The small team that saved us also killed a frontier anti-tank missile warehouse and made great contributions, but they also suffered heavy losses. In the end, only two people survived. One of them was only slightly injured, while the other was seriously injured and sent to the field hospital. He was in the same ward as you.
Speaking of this, you can understand why you later said that you were transferred to the rear hospital? It was because your patient was suffocated by a pillow one night. Everyone said that it was attacked by Vietnamese. In order to ensure the safety of the seriously injured, you and other seriously injured were transferred to the rear hospital separately. But I know that the nurse Xiaolu also knows that it is not the Vietnamese who suffocated your patient, nor the others, but you!
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Seeing this, Wu Fangge was shocked and sweated. He even looked around nervously, as if law enforcement officers had already ambushed nearby. Then he tried hard to recall the process of his retreating from the position to the middle of the sanatorium. In fact, he had done this more than once before, but the memory was still blank. At best, it was like a TV screen without signals, covered with snowflakes. In order to find out the reason, he continued to read the letter.
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That day, as soon as the madman brought people, you fainted, but we were scared. Seeing that the old brothers fell down one by one, I really didn't want to have you one more. The madman and a few old buddies took turns to carry you down and finally sent us to the field hospital. But you still scared us. Your injury was not too serious, but I had a strange disease. I don't understand what was going on. I only heard the nurse Xiaolu say: You are called Muzhan disease. You don't know.
It's scary, my muscles are stiff, and I can't even get the injection and infusion needle in. If you pull your pillow away, your head will be able to hang straight in the air. Sometimes, when you fall asleep, you also have your eyes open and stare round, but you don't react to the light at all. The nurse Xiaolu said that sometimes, this kind of patient can get up like a zombie, sleepwalking in the middle of the night, and wander around the doctors also discuss whether to restrain you, but before it even agreed, something happened.
That day, I happened to go to the hospital to see you, and handle my trauma and sent a brother to follow up. But the car broke down on the road and arrived in the middle of the night. But as soon as I arrived at your ward, I saw that the nurse Xiaolu was holding you from behind, and you were covering your patient's face with a pillow. He would no longer move. Then I stepped forward and helped the nurse Xiaolu bring you back to the bed. I originally planned to report the situation to the hospital immediately, but was persuaded by the nurse Xiaolu. She concealed the fact that you killed the patient and unified the testimony with me. I didn't ask her why she did this, but I knew that she must be doing this for your own good.
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"It turned out that I killed him! But why did I do this?" Wu Fangge took a breath. "It turns out that I have done this bad thing!" He continued to look down
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It's strange that after this incident, your symptoms of wood stagnation were cured and soon you were sent back to the rear. The nurse Xiaolu had some connections and assigned you to the sanatorium.
Seeing this, singing, you probably already understand. The little road nurse has done too many things for you. Unfortunately, I also saw that neither of you wanted to get together, but I beg you to sing, if you can get together with the little road nurse in the future, remember, don't let her down, because you may never find the woman you will do to you like this again.
Another interesting thing is that another survivor from that team changed drastically after returning, and he was drunk and causing trouble. He violated military discipline many times. However, the leaders were very accommodating to him because he had made military achievements and survived his death, but he was unbearable. Once, he took off a car to steal a car for logistics and cigarettes. The car suddenly accelerated. He fell from the backspan and hit the ground on the back of his head. He died like this, without any injuries on his body.
Okay, after saying so much, I finally said everything I should say, and I felt so relaxed
I wish you happiness and all the best
After reading He Jian's letter today, Wu Fangge's head was dizzy for a while, and all kinds of information were mixed up, buzzing and buzzing inside. After a while, the first thing he did was to find a match and burn the letter. Keeping it would definitely not be a wise choice.
After burning the letter, Wu Fangge walked out of the house, bathed in the sun, took a few deep breaths to calm down, and then said to himself: "Okay, it's okay, nothing happened."
Then I returned to the house, sat on the floor, picked up a small piece of smooth wooden board with a surface polished surface and placed it on my legs, and used it as a writing desk, laying out the letter paper on it, and starting to write the letter
First, I wrote a letter to He Jian, but it was just a very ordinary greeting letter. I didn't mention the secret he mentioned at all. It was as if everything had happened. After writing a letter to He Jian, he took out his notebook and according to the address left on it, he wrote to Fat Goose, Crow, Madman, Officer Liu, Deputy Director Yu, Lao Jia, Zhou Min, Zheng Xuewen and Old Qiu, which were nothing more than reporting safety. Therefore, the content was short. The thickness of the envelope exceeded that of the letter paper to Lu Xiaowan. The letter to Lu Xiaowan was left at the end, and it was written longer, but there was no mention of the secret. He did not mention the intimacy between the two, because she said she would get married soon after she went back, so even the content of the dead letter might not be safe. For the sake of the happiness of others, it would be better not to write stingy words in her heart.
The winter night comes earlier than other seasons. After writing these letters, it was already dark. It was too late to go to the post office now. Wu Fangge stuffed all the letters under his pillow, lit a kerosene stove and set off some noodles to eat. Then he went out to the street for a while. He came back to take a nap at about nine o'clock and took two hours, then got up and changed his work clothes to prepare for work.
The next day, when I was about to get off work, my father was unexpectedly found. The father and son went to have breakfast together. It turned out that my father came for his ID card and specially brought his household registration book. So after dinner, they went to the photo studio designated by the police station to take standard photos. The father asked him about his future plans. Wu Fangge said, "I want to join the fifth bureau."
The fifth game was the unit before Wu Fangge's rebirth. In fact, it is also possible to go to other departments. However, the fifth game is familiar with the family and has been in it for more than 20 years. The worldly style, character right and wrong, promotion and transfer are all imprinted in my mind. Since I want to conquer the world again, it is better to start from a familiar place.
But my father's expression was like the frowning in my memory, and then he said: "If you can't learn anything from the Fifth Bureau, it's better to be from the Education Bureau or the Cultural Bureau. I have friends in the Cultural Bureau..."
Wu Fangge knew who the friend his father was, but he was just a deputy director named He from the Cultural Bureau, so he sneered: "Dad, I heard that his son has also returned from the army this year."
The father obviously didn't expect that he would know so many things, and said strangely: "How did you know?"
Wu Fangge laughed and said, "All of them are veterans, who don't know who?"
The father did not go into it and continued: "Son, since you are back, you should follow your parents' arrangements and have policies. You can work in your parents' system as long as it is not the same unit."
Wu Fangge knew that his father must have been "putted" by his so-called friends this time. After all, in his memory, this happened before, but it was inconvenient to say it out loud, so he had to watch his father suffer a loss.
After talking about the serious matter, the father looked at Wu Fangge, who was dirty and covered in soil and vegetable juice, and said, "Son, it's better to go home, and the family is not short of your two money."
Wu Fangge smiled and said, "Dad, as the saying goes, it's better to remember that you are worse than having a father or a mother than you can remember. When you were a child, you took a plane on a business trip on business, and I said, "Dad, when will you take me to make a plane, you will teach me this sentence."
"But..." My father looked at Wu Fangge, who was dirty all over. If he didn't say anything, Wu Fangge knew in his heart that his father is now a celebrity in Jinwu. He also goes to local TV stations from time to time. The son of a cultural celebrity works as a porter in the vegetable market. He is a little embarrassed about his face. Moreover, I heard that he has returned from the army these days, so there are probably many people who have visited his home using this as an excuse. I really don't know how the old couple dealt with it.