Yanjing City, still hot weather. The asphalt road seems to have been roasted, emitting an unpleasant and pungent smell, and it is called weak when you know it.

In this city, there is a military compound with authoritative and landmark buildings, a complex of Chinese and Western buildings, with guards at the entrance who are neatly dressed and armed with steel guns. On the main passage, from time to time, there are also groups of privates, meticulous military uniforms, and neat steps. The loud slogans broke through the sky, as if they were demonstrating against the weather. Typical Chinese ** people, solemn and majestic!

Bypassing the front yard, there are rows of cedars, and in the midst of tall greenery, there are rows of red brick houses, exclusive to the style of a single courtyard.

There is a house in the middle, which can be described as all kinds of flowers and plants in front of the court, with fat and green leaves, all of which are delicate and fresh. In the backyard, there are a variety of seasonal vegetables, such as eggplant, cowpeas, tomatoes, peppers, etc., which are equally long. It can be seen that the owner is attentive and warm.

The interior decoration is also simple and bright, with Russian-style sofas, tables and chairs. A middle-aged man in his fifties, pacing back and forth. He is a well-known figure in this military region named Fang Zhonglei, who has participated in several battles, is an excellent commander, and is now a lieutenant general. The hair stood on his head like steel needles, and under a pair of thick eyebrows, his resolute eyes carried a hint of unpredictable sorrow.

In the bedroom, it was her wife Wang Yaru, who was packing her luggage. Wang Yaru is forty-nine years old, but if she is properly maintained, she can't look like a person in her forties at all. The hair was neatly pulled up and stuck with a clip. Cream-colored shirts and khaki pants are simple and decent. She quickly packed her clothes, put them into a large suitcase, closed the suitcase and zipped it up, looked around, and walked out of the room door step by step with the suitcase.

"Aar, shall we talk again?" The lieutenant general lowered his voice, which obviously did not match his usual arrogance.

"What else do you think we can talk about?" As his wife, follow him for many years. She knows him and loves everything about him. When he said this, he held back the tears that were about to fall.

Fang Zhonglei didn't care about his usual face at this time, in this family. He plays the role of a husband. He snatched the suitcase from his wife's hand and took his wife's arm with both hands, but Wang Yaru desperately shook it off, not even looking at his eyes.

Once, Wang Yaru loved this man with her life. This man is her pride and all she has. She has accompanied him all the way, from a soldier to a company commander, a regiment commander, and now a military commander. She is the woman behind this successful man.

Wang Yaru thought of so many days together, she couldn't control her emotions anymore, hugged her shoulders with both hands, and began to sob. How Fang Zhonglei wanted his wife to throw herself into his arms and lean on his shoulder at this time.

This iron-clad man, his brows were twisted into a big pimple, and his heart had already begun to hurt. He felt uncomfortable seeing his wife so sad. "Aar. Listen to me, don't go, okay? Again, he prayed.

"Zhonglei, will you let me be quiet? I'm not leaving you, I'm just going back to my hometown for a few days! "Where is Wang Yaru worth leaving her husband, but she can't help it.

The two have been married for almost 30 years, and now they have everything, status and reputation, which is beyond the reach of many people.

Fang Zhonglei looked at his wife's stubborn eyes, he couldn't help it anymore, and pulled his wife into his arms. Gently patted his wife's back with his hand and said, "Don't leave me, you are now my most important person, I can't let you go alone!" ”

Wang Yaru leaned against her husband's solid chest, yes. This resolute man is also tender in his bones. She couldn't control her emotions anymore and hugged the man tightly.

At this moment, a cough came from the room at the other end of the living room, and Wang Yaru quickly broke free from Fang Zhonglei's embrace and wiped away her tears with her hands. An old lady with silver hair walked out. Fang Zhonglei looked embarrassed.

This is Fang Zhonglei's mother, an old lady who does not smile harshly. Although he is a university lecturer, he has a tradition in his bones. She thinks her son is excellent and unique. Although he also recognizes the daughter-in-law in front of him, the daughter-in-law is quiet and elegant, impeccable.

Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and in this extraordinary family, children are the only shortcoming. It turned out that Fang Zhonglei and Wang Yaru had a child, and it was a boy. Not long after the birth of the child, the family was immersed in joy. Wang Yaru named her son, and as long as it was used by the child, her son's name was rusted on it.

She loves these two words, and her son is her pride. Fang Zhonglei loves it even more, as long as he goes home, he will hold the child and not let go.

In a sudden accident, the child is gone. The family searched everywhere they could, but they couldn't find it. It was the ninth winter, and there was little hope of finding it, and over the years, this matter has been a pain point hidden here.

Wang Yaru doesn't know how she survived, she always believes that the child is still in the world. Fang Zhonglei's heart is also uncomfortable, as a man, husband, son, and soldier, he knows that he has to be strong.

For so many years, the two have never had children. Mrs. Fang has a pimple in her heart, that is, the problem of the heir, she feels that Wang Yaru is infertile, and wants Wang Yaru to divorce her son, and then let her son marry again to continue the incense.

Fang Zhonglei has always felt how ridiculous his mother's idea is, he will never fall in love with other women in his life, let alone have children with other women. Even if he and his wife lived like this all their lives, it would be enough to let that former child live in their memories.

But since this old lady Fang had this idea, her nose is not a nose every day, and her eyes are not eyes, and she has not given Wang Yaru a good face for more than ten years.

Wang Yaru felt that the old lady couldn't get over that hurdle, so she kept putting up with it. As long as her husband's heart is here, it is stronger than anything else.

As a soldier, the time at home is always less than the time outside, and the husband is either training in the field or conducting military exercises, and she and her mother-in-law are usually the only two people at home.

Mrs. Fang talked to Wang Yaru once in a serious manner, hoping that Wang Yaru would take the initiative to leave and give up, so that her son could start another life again.

Wang Yaru was forced by her mother-in-law to have no choice, and it was not good to tell her husband directly that her mother-in-law was not, so she would rather sacrifice herself. (To be continued.) )