In the spring of 1943, as in previous years, the slender willow tops saw the tender goose yellow, and the first melting river water was sparkling. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The ginkgo trees in the courtyard grew new green, but the orderly was surprised to find that the lady had stopped standing down and looked at it for a long time, not to mention looking at it for a while, and she didn't even have time to stop a step.

The general has not returned for two years.

Holding the scroll in his hand, Zhixian took a deep breath before getting out of the car.

Luo Li stood straight in front of the car door and watched her enter this quaint and solemn courtyard. But seeing that the slender figure is soft and fearless, like a pure color blank in the thick ink, it is not abrupt, only eye-catching.

"The breeze is traceless, the bamboo shadow is moving, the bamboo stem is mostly used with a virtual pen, and the so-called pen is not realized. But the shadow of the void seemed to be more vivid than the real branches and leaves that were mottled with light. This is also known as Shen Yun. ”

Zhixian talked about it, and watched Ms. Song change from a faint smile to a surprise when she met a bosom friend, and she was relieved. Ms. Song's Chinese painting attainments are quite profound, and everyone in the upper echelons of the party and government knows it, otherwise she would not choose to use painting as a breakthrough.

For fear that her class would get an axe, Ms. Song felt that she was deliberately pleasing her, but she worked hard. Fortunately, the white calligraphy and painting of the previous life Qingqing were all extremely good, and she was exposed to it, so naturally there would be no mistakes in the words.

"When I was a child learning painting from my teacher, my master once said that this layer has not been understood in these years, it is rare that you are an understanding person, and you have to talk to me well today."

Ms. Song kindly took Zhixian's hand, and there was a faint disgusting smile in her tone: "Mrs. Qu is a real person who does not show her face, but this opinion is far above me." ”

"You praised it falsely," Zhi Xianfu said politely again, "I think that above Shen Yun, there is a higher realm." ”

"I want to hear about it."

Zhixian didn't speak, picked up the brush on the table casually, and drew an ellipse on the paper. Looking at the doubts on Ms. Song's face, she slowly spoke: "This is a peep in the tube." ”

"Everyone in the world can't help but look for this kind of beauty, but only when you don't have the intention to look for it, and you don't have scheming and extravagant hopes, it will appear inadvertently. If you look up and down from the tube, all you see is this ellipse, and you don't know that you're in it. ”

"Everything in the world is interconnected, white paper and black ellipses, painters and painters, all the same."

Ms. Song was stunned for a moment, and turned her head to look at the woman beside her.

However, Zhixian didn't look at her, but saw that a pair of clear eyes fell on the painting, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his lips. Xu was aware of her gaze, and she raised her head and bent in a polite arc.

Qu Shizheng's wife, it's really not that simple!

Two years ago, the Japanese army on the west bank of the Nu River suffered heavy losses in the first battle of crossing the river, and it was quite famous in the World Anti-Fascist League.

The name of Qu Shizheng has naturally become a legend in northern Burma and western Yunnan, and Wang Longteng of Yunnan personally brought war supplies to the front line to offer condolences and support, needless to say, the expeditionary force was naturally supported by the local people.

Although he still follows Chongqing's strategy, who doesn't know that Stilwell, the general staff officer of the US military stationed in western Yunnan and stationed in China, has a great favor for Qu Shizheng, and how the battle will be fought depends on the situation ahead.

It's not that it can't be reused, but it's that it doesn't dare to be reused.

And now the reason why Qu Shizheng can still command the expeditionary force in front is because his wife, Yan Zhixian, is in Chongqing.

When he came back from Shanghai two years ago, he stayed at home for a long time, and then he heard about the victory of crossing the river, and thought that Qu Shizheng would soon return from northern Burma, but what he never expected to hear was the news that the British army had retreated, completely exposing the Chinese left flank to the Japanese army.

Under such circumstances, the expeditionary force was too busy to take care of itself, but it still had to abide by the alliance agreement and the command of Chongqing to cover the retreat of the British army.

Qu Shizheng withdrew from Tonggu City with the vanguard 200 division, and after successfully covering the retreat of the British troops along the Indian line, the original route back to India has been guarded by a large number of Japanese troops, and if you want to enter India, the British army gave the condition that you disarm, and he and the commander of the 200 division unanimously chose to cross the Savage Valley.

In the hot and humid primitive no-man's land, the danger is no less than outside, food and water are scarce, and the Japanese army has already sent plainclothes teams to take Qu Shizheng's life and annihilate the 200th Division at all costs, so as to regain the face lost in the world because of the battle of crossing the river.

The important heights of the road have been strictly defended by the Japanese army, marching in the deep mountains and old forests all day, the physical wear and tear of the soldiers is also very large, and the energetic and prepared Japanese army is naturally invincible, the commander of the 200th division was martyred, and Qu Shizheng was also seriously injured.

If it weren't for the fact that he was already close to the border, Long Teng brought the local militia to help in time, he would have died in the Savage Valley long ago.

When Zhixian learned the news, it was already the third day of the withdrawal of the 200th Division.

Liang Tong didn't dare to look her in the eye at all, only said that the special plane had been arranged, and let her go to Yunnan.

Zhixian naturally understood what he meant, but he refused to shed half a tear in front of people, and Yanzhi promised her that she would come back safely.

Qu Shizheng was in a coma in a field hospital in Yunnan for three days and three nights, and the entire hospital was full of officers of all sizes wearing military uniforms, all of them with tense faces and a very depressing atmosphere.

Lin Yiguo had never closed his eyes, and it was the first time that he saw the always neat and tidy Staff Officer Lin sitting on the ground with scarlet eyes.

It's hard for him to be a big man, and when he saw Zhixian coming in from outside, he shed tears: "Madame....."

Zhixiao was as gentle as usual, nodded at him, and tried to suppress the tremor in his tone: "It'll be fine." ”

With that, she entered the hospital room and gently closed the door.

Lin Yiguo slowly stood up, and his heart suddenly and strangely settled down. He glanced at his military uniform, and naturally ordered Luo Li, who had just come in from outside with Zhixian, to get a wash of water.

Yes, in the wind and rain for so many years, the young marshal has survived. Although this time it is more serious than usual, but their young marshal is the famous Qu Shizheng!

The light in the ward was very soft, like the first rays of bright color in spring that pierced through the branches and leaves, stirring up those fine dust to fly, and faintly sprinkled on his face with a deep contour like a knife and axe, just as he was when he first met, handsome and unusually handsome.

Zhixian stretched out his hand to comb his somewhat long black hair, followed his eyebrows and eyes, and gently touched it all the way, and finally his fingertips stopped on his stubble and green chin, trembling terribly. (To be continued.) )