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The adjutant's powerful voice came from outside the door, and Mi Tu bowed his head, did not raise his head, and continued to flip through the thick books in his hands. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Come in."

The adjutant closed the door as usual, took a few steps forward, and handed over a thick stack of materials in his hand.

"General Wu, this is the information you want."

Mi Tu's action of flipping through the book was paused, and there was a moment of trance, General Wu? Are you calling him? The movements of his hands couldn't help but tighten, and the neat paper was pinched out by him with creases.

"General......

He gradually calmed down, glanced up at the adjutant with a serious expression, nodded, and waved his hand to signal that he could go down. Mitu's gaze slowly fell on the materials neatly placed at the end of the table.

The adjutant closed the door, and then frowned, thinking suspiciously, why does the general want his own information?

Mi Tu probed his hand, carefully stroking the stack of thick materials. Wu Jingqi? A mocking smile twitched at the corner of his lips, and a trace of mist appeared in his eyes, hiding the deepest affection.

He rolled up his sleeves slightly, revealing a piece of healthy wheat-colored skin, and flipped through the confidential documents one by one.

In September 1937, he enrolled in the Whampoa Military Academy.

In March 1938, the Scorpion Project was implemented.

In July 1940, he served as the deputy staff officer of the Changsha Military Region.

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It was night, the sky was full of stars, the last quarter moon hung lazily overhead, and the branches and leaves were hazy and reflected on the ground.

Mi Tu put down the copper basin in his hand, slowly squatted down, pulled a few pieces of paper printed with dense handwriting, took out a silver-gray lighter from the pocket of his dark green military uniform, and lit the paper.

The burnt smell slowly spreads.

The adjutant snorted, turned his head and asked the soldier who was keeping vigil next to him suspiciously, "Do you smell a burning smell?" ”

The paralyzed soldier took a deep breath and shook his head at the adjutant.

"Didn't you?" The adjutant asked, rather skeptically.

Embarrassed to be stared at by the adjutant, the soldier's face was flushed, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and he laughed out loud, he raised his hand and saluted, and his movements were standard and powerful: "Report sir, I have sinusitis, I can't smell it." ”

The whole corridor suddenly became noisy, the adjutant's sharp eyes swept over, and everyone was silent as if Sichuan had changed their faces.

These stinky boys, it's really lawless, the adjutant scolded secretly, turned around and went to the master bedroom.

Pushing the door in, a strong smell of burnt came to his nose, which once again confirmed his thoughts. On the balcony, a roaring flame shone in Mitu's black pupils.

"General...... What are you doing? ”

The adjutant snatched the torn information from Mi Tu's hand, he looked at it, his face changed in an instant, regardless of the fire, he hurriedly put his foot in and trampled it out, and his voice couldn't help but worsen: "General, ...... you?" ”

He paused, his voice trembling a little: "Why? ”

Mi Tu slowly stood up, he stepped forward a few steps, propped his hands on the fence, raised his head slightly, and a smile on the corner of his lips: "I should go back too......"

Stunned, he turned his head to look at the adjutant with a shocked face, and his flat and low voice continued to flow: "Mo Chen, I have always treated you as a brother, so you will support me, right?" ”

"Isn't everything here worth your nostalgia?" Mo Chen's rhetorical question.

Mi Tu forcibly suppressed the sour feeling in his heart, and couldn't bear to look directly into his disappointed and uncomfortable eyes, he shrugged his shoulders and looked down at the magnificent General's Mansion, his eyes were a little distracted: "You know, in my heart, nothing is more important than my master and junior brother. ”

"Now that the situation has stabilized, I want to ...... Coming home......"

"Then you're not going to burn all your materials......?" Mo Chen's attitude softened, his eyes were a little moist, and his voice couldn't help choking.

Mi Tu's delicate face twitched slightly, he didn't speak for a long time, Mo Chen didn't interject, just stood quietly side by side with him, I don't know how long it took, Mi Tu pulled the corners of his mouth and spit out a few words: "I don't want to leave those so-called things for future generations to comment, I just need to have a clear conscience, in the eyes of the world, Wu Jingqi ...... It's dead, it's dead. ”

"Now and in the future, there is only an ordinary monk in Famen Temple, an apprentice of the master, and a senior brother who is omnipotent in the little junior brother."

Mo Chen shook his head helplessly, reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "Since that's the case, no matter how much I say, it's useless, then you just think about what to do, I'll go first." ”

Mi Tu opened his European-style wardrobe, took out a delicate square wooden box from the most secret place, placed it on the bed, and carefully stroked it, his slender fingers had been worn out of a thick dead skin due to years of fighting.

He opened the wooden box, took out the monk's robe that had been treasured for a long time, and held it in the palm of his hand.

When he left the temple, he was just fifteen years old, and his body had not yet opened, and now he looked at the obviously short monk's robe in front of him, he shook his head and sneered, completely unable to connect with his current strong body. Stitch by stitch, Mi Tu kept repeating the familiar movements, flowing smoothly.

Mi Tu changed into a monk's robe, slowly walked to the mirror, stunned, he carefully dragged the improved, still a little ill-fitting monk's clothes, the soft light shone on him, he couldn't bear the excitement in his heart, he touched the safety charm hanging on his chest with a raw edge, and now he thinks about it, or the monk's clothes are suitable for him.

He touched his shaggy hair, and reluctantly hooked his lips, huh...... Let's leave it to the master!!

I took a deep breath and kept shouting in my heart: Master, Senior Brother Mi Deng, I'm back.

"Extra...... Extra ...... Wu Jingqi, commander-in-chief of the Hunan Military Region, died mysteriously......"

People rushed to buy a newspaper from a peddler, and carefully considered every word on it, still not believing that the twenty-three-year-old general would die suddenly, which was embarrassing.

No one noticed a small monk pushing a cart on the side of the road.

The vegetables that had just been picked in the cart were scattered all over the ground, and the little monk standing next to him couldn't help but tremble.

He rushed out of the crowd again, looked down at every word in the newspaper, shook his head fiercely, and angrily threw away the nonsense newspaper.

It's just nonsense, my senior brother is so powerful, he won't die for no reason, and the government should be allowed to arrest all these rumors.

Mi Deng's face was as dead as death, and he laughed coldly, only he knew how far-fetched his ideas were, and how could the newspapers dare to publicize them if there was no real evidence.

In despair, he picked up the vegetables scattered on the ground one by one to the small cart, closed his eyes, and the water droplets in his eyes finally couldn't help but burst out of his eyes.

About Wu Jingqi has disappeared in the long river of history.

History has forgotten him, and all the imprints on him have disappeared overnight, leaving only the newspaper and a few people who know that there was once a brave and resourceful young general.