The white hair of the two old men was meticulously combed, their clothes were neatly buttoned, and their faces were drooping and their eyes were looking at the house with charity. The old man straightened his neckline, tightened the old grandmother's hand holding his arm, and the two snuggled tightly and stood tremblingly.

"Yes, old man, please take a seat. At that time, Ling Wei's body was still light, and when she saw the two old men, she hurriedly gestured to Zhou Shiyi, and one wanted to help the old man sit down.

The old grandmother didn't look very happy and shrunk into the old man's arms. The old man lovingly took one of the grandmother's hands, patted them lightly, and kindly rejected their kindness.

"It's okay, it's not like we can't walk, I'm more relieved to be with her. The old man slowly took the old grandmother by his arms, walked to the sofa step by step, and carefully sat on the sofa together.

The old man turned his head sideways, and his calloused palms slowly lifted, smoothing out the sparse white hair for the old grandmother. He narrowed his cloudy eyes, looked at the head snuggled in his arms, and thought about that afternoon all those years ago.

"Zishan, you go, I don't know when you will be able to come back......" Before leaving, Lin Jingshu rushed up and hugged Fang Zishan who was going out tightly, and through his yellow-brown military uniform, tears fell again.

In the 34th year of the Republic of China, the Chinese Expeditionary Force set out again to fight in Burma in response to the call of the Central Powers to defend the safety of China's rear.

"You Fang and the devil fought and retreated from Guilin, obviously said that you would cultivate in the rear, how can you ...... it again" Lin Jingshu hugged Fang Zishan tightly, complaining in her mouth, but the tears on her face couldn't stop falling, her voice became smaller and smaller, and she gradually couldn't cry.

The pace of resistance against Japan is getting tighter and tighter, except for the battle of Changheng, after the Japanese army has been dragged some pace, other armies are constantly defeated, and batch after batch of soldiers fill the battlefield, "an inch of rivers and mountains, an inch of blood" In the call, groups of young students who have just graduated rushed to the front line with moths to the fire.

Fang Zishan is one of the young students. He once made a promise to Lin Jingshu in the school, saying that the family had given a reply, and the two families had decided to marry, and as soon as Lin Jingshu graduated from the school, he would marry her and form his own family. Fang Zishan went to the battlefield, Lin Jingshu waited for a long time before he came back, and now they are reunited soon, and they are going to leave again.

"Don't cry, won't you be back soon......" Fang Zishan broke Lin Jingshu's hand little by little, felt her strength, and gradually increased the strength of her hand, "The wedding clothes at home are all prepared for us." According to the meaning of the family, we took pictures according to the Western, and the ceremony was also done according to the tradition...... Came back soon, it's nice to be back......"

Fang Zishan comforted Lin Jingshu with self-deception, and on the other hand, she described the appearance of the wedding for her, with a shallow voice, depicting an ethereal future and beauty.

Lin Jingshu's hands were broken in pain, her white fingers were flushed, she listened to Fang Zishan's words seriously and word for word, and remembered them clearly, and then he struggled hard, fell to the ground, and watched him gradually leave.

Lin Jingshu's tears rippled, blurring Fang Zishan's distant back.

At that time, the battle was very dangerous, and the two of them didn't have much hope at first, so they could only do the things of husband and wife in advance, and with their real names, they comforted each other. It's just that no one expected that a year later, news of the victory of the expeditionary force came from the country.

"Originally, the troops were going to come back, but less than a year later, news came that a civil war had broken out in the country. The old man shook his head painfully and closed his cloudy eyes.

"The division commander was reluctant to beat his own people, and there were supplies for us, so we stayed in the local area. Staying is decades. ”

Lin Jingshu suddenly fainted more than a month after Fang Zishan left, and went to the doctor to check, only to know that she was pregnant with a child.

"Zishan, Zishan......" Lin Jingshu took the report sheet, sat in the corridor crying and laughing, snot and tears on her face, and didn't wipe it away with a tissue, just hung it like that, so she wasn't embarrassed.

The information from the expeditionary force will always come intermittently, Lin Jingshu is always worried every day, carefully pointing to the familiar name one by one from the list of sacrifices, and after finding that there is none, he can breathe a sigh of relief for a short time and settle down to sleep peacefully. Lin Jingshu also often sent telegrams to Fang Zishan, but she never received a response.

"At that time, the war was very tight, and we often changed places every day, sometimes two or three of them fought hard. Jingshu's telegram hadn't arrived yet, and we left again, just missing a year. ”

After Lin Jingshu knew the result, she told the news to the two families, and the Fang family's mother made a special trip to take Lin Jingshu away to take care of her, and at the same time, she also seriously gave a dowry, took Lin Jingshu to say goodbye to her parents, and officially passed the door, adding Lin Jingshu's name to the family tree.

At that time, the Fang family themselves had no news of Fang Zishan, and Fang's mother always chatted with Lin Jingshu, talking about the past and the future. Fang's mother always muttered lovingly, "Wait, wait, when Zishan comes back, I will make up the ceremony for you." ”

The phoenix crown in the closet was taken out and rubbed several times, and the silver edge was dyed black, and the weave of the hundred-fold skirt was brittle, and the gold thread protruded from the head. Lin Jingshu recently added a boy to the Fang family, the war in Myanmar was won, but many troops did not come back, and all news was lost, as if the world had evaporated.

The flames of the civil war finally burned to the place where the Fang family stayed, and Fang Zishan still had no news. Fang's father gritted his teeth, packed up the gold and silver, and prepared to move his family to the United States. Lin Jingshu stubbornly stubbornly took the baby who was waiting to be fed in swaddling clothes, accompanied by Fang's mother, stayed in her hometown, and after sending Fang's mother away, she pulled her son to grow up alone.

"Jingshu is stupid, she has always been stupid," the old man said this, opened his eyes and went to find the old grandmother, held her hand again, and let go of his palm and clenched it tightly.

Others said that Lin Jingshu was stupid, and the villagers who helped Lin Jingshu also said that she was stupid. But Lin Jingshu knew that she was not stupid, she was just waiting for Fang Zishan to come home. As long as he guards himself, he will not be unable to find a home when he returns.

"After the troops stayed, they settled in Myanmar. We lived together, and we knew a little bit of domestic news from time to time, and we gathered together to listen, and each sighed. ”

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, there was less and less domestic news to know, and I could only learn a little bit of information about my hometown from the words of the news broadcast from time to time. A bunch of big men sat together, talking about their hometown parents with each other, and from time to time they wiped their tears.

Many of them have married and had children in Myanmar, and either they don't have it, or they have forgotten about the past. But Fang Zishan is still single, thinking about Lin Jingshu in her hometown.