In the dark night, I couldn't see my fingers, the sound of the wind, whistling in my ears, the rumbling sound of a train running, the sound of explosions, the roars, the crying, a cannonball flew in and exploded, turning the night into day, shrapnel was everywhere, scattered and broken corpses were piled all over the ground, the smoke was filled, the air was filled with the smell of sulfur and saltpeter, this was the battlefield he was familiar with, corpses were everywhere, the smoke of gunpowder was rising, hell on earth......

In that mist, there was a woman in a long skirt fluttering, combing her hair, without any hair accessories, a few long strands of hair fluttering gently in the wind, the slender and slender figure was wearing a pearl white dress, the skirt was blown by the wind, tightly attached to her legs, and her graceful figure was as light and curvy as a fairy in the painting.

She turned her head to look at him, pale face, small, delicate, eyes moving, she smiled at him, smile like a blooming lotus, she held a handkerchief in her hand, gently raised her hand, the handkerchief flew towards him with the wind, he took it and looked down, the handkerchief was embroidered with a red plum.

"Ruojun!" He called her, but his voice was so ethereal that he couldn't hear it clearly, he wanted to shout louder, he wanted to run towards her, but he couldn't control his hands and feet, and he couldn't use it. He was anxious, what was she doing standing in the middle of the battlefield? It was too dangerous, and he wanted to rush up and hug her, even if it was to die.

But he couldn't get to her, just when he was going crazy, suddenly a bullet flew and hit her heart, blood stained her dress, she smiled miserably at him, and called softly: "Ruikang--", the voice was like that thunderstorm night, she fell slowly, like a soft rope.

His mind was pounding, his heart aching beyond measure, and he shouted loudly, waving his hands in the air......

Ruikang ...... Ruikang ......" someone in the air was shouting his name, he suddenly woke up and shouted heartbreakingly: "Ruojun----! ”

He sat up, panting in the darkness, sweat soaking through his pajamas, his mind still stuck in the dream.

Cheng Jiaqi turned on the lamp on the bedside table, the room lit up, and there was no sound in the room except for Ruikang's heavy gasps, she sat on the bed, frowned, and quietly looked at her husband with a frightened face.

This is not the first time that he has called Mei Ruojun's name in the dark.

After a long time, he finally realized that it was just a dream, but he was sweating profusely, and his heart was still stirring violently, as if he sensed that in the distant city of Beiping, someone was calling him with his soul, and he had a strong sense of foreboding.

"Is there any news from home lately?" He asked, not paying too much attention to the pain and melancholy on his wife's face.

"No, your father's letter arrived last month, saying everything is fine." She said lightly.

He shook his head, shook his head helplessly, shook his head in pain, his father's letter never mentioned Mei Ruojun, as if Mei Ruojun did not exist at all. It made him feel bad, he just wanted to know if she was doing well, if she was in good health, and what she was usually doing.

But for so many years, everyone has been silent about him, except for Jiawei's last letter mentioning Ruojun and Ding Xiaohui, there is no more news. He was going crazy in his heart, but he had to pretend not to care, not to care, not to care, and he didn't know how long this torment would last.

Tonight's dream made his heart tremble, he turned over and got up, walked to the table, picked up the cold water bottle, and drank the water with a grunt, and there was nothing left.

He sat on the stool and said in a daze, "I'm going back to Beiping." ”

"What? Are you going back to Beiping? Are you crazy? Cheng Jiaqi got up from the bed: "Peking is now a place for the Japanese. ”

"Something must have happened to her, something must have happened to her." He looked at his wife with pleading eyes, her eyes already red and glowing with tears.

His sorrow, the deep affection from the heart pierced her heart like an awl, his true feelings, his tears, his concern were all for another woman, she now understood that she was just married to a shell, but she was his wife, even if it was just a shell, it belonged to her, even if there was no soul, no heart, he also belonged to her, she thought to herself, the tip of her nose was sour, tears swirled in her eyes, for her own sacrifice, for his pain, for Mei Ruojun's tragedy.

Her lips trembled, and she held back her disappointment, trying to defend her marriage: "How did you become so superstitious, it's just a nightmare." ”

He painfully inserted ten fingers into his hair, yes, it was just a dream, how could he leave his wife because of a dream and leave his post to go back to Beiping without permission, this is simply ridiculous. But the foreboding in his heart lingered at all, and he seemed to hear her cry, she was shouting to him, she needed him.

Walking to the desk, he picked up the pen and paper and wanted to write to Ruojun, he wanted to know her situation, he couldn't escape like this, the tip of the pen was just about to fall on the paper, Cheng Jiaqi rushed up with a pale face and snatched the pen in his hand, no, she couldn't let him write to Mei Ruojun, no.

Looking at his wife's panicked look, he frowned and tried his best to explain: "Jiaqi, I just asked her if she was okay, and I didn't mean anything else. ”

"Nope! No way! She shook her head violently and looked at him in a panic: "She'll be fine, there are so many people around her, it's going to be fine, she still has Ding Xiaohui, she is about to remarry, you can't write to her, you will ruin her good marriage." ”

Hehe, Ding Xiaohui...... He fell on the back of the chair and sighed lonely, how could he forget that she already had a sweetheart, how could she call herself? If she wants to shout, she will also shout Ding Xiaohui. His heart became sour, and he went crazy with jealousy, and he picked up the letter paper on the table and threw it at the window.

The horizon gradually turned white again, and that weak pale hung in the sky again......

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I don't know how long I fell asleep, until a warm big hand caressed her face, she slowly woke up, Ding Xiaohui's beautiful eyes were looking at her with pity, frowning slightly, and there was a faint layer of sorrow on her face.

He didn't speak, just looked at her, and she didn't speak, just looked at him, because she was tired, tired, and lethargic again. After a while, I heard the sound of the door opening and closing, and someone walked in.

"Xiaohui."

"Father-in-law. How is her illness? ”

"It's not good, you have to be a little mentally prepared, long-term overwork, malnutrition, and mental depression. She once had a miscarriage, and she didn't recuperate well after that, and her qi and blood were lost, which had already injured her internal organs, especially her lungs. Half a year if it's good, and half a year if it's bad...... Three months ......"

There was a long silence......

"Xiaohui, I'm sorry."

"Father-in-law, do you blame me?"

"What do you blame? Yu Tong has been dead for so many years, and I've always been worried that you won't be able to get out, and now that I've found the person I like, it's too late for me to be happy for you. Yu Tong loves you so much, and the spirit of heaven will not want you to be lonely for a lifetime.

"I won't forget Yu Tong."

"Hey, you're also my half son anyway, I just feel sorry for you, she's beautiful, and she matches you very well, it's a pity...... Cough...... Looks like you're going to have to go through some more pain. ”

"I'll do my best to take care of her."

"Well, she needs to be nourished, she can't be tired, she can't be sad. You kid has always refused to accept my funding, what kind of world is now, how can you rely on your income as a middle school teacher to cover expenses? Now that you have to take care of a sick person, you can't be so arrogant. You can get through it, but she can't. ”

"This ......"

"Xiaohui, recently, the Japanese have been coercing and tempting me to take out "Hundred Herbs", I am afraid that I am more than lucky. You are very talented in medical skills, but you haven't studied it systematically, cough, maybe everything is fate, for this book, it almost ruined your marriage with Yu Tong, and because of this book, you and Yu Tong's marriage was achieved, and I lost Yu Tong and the child in her womb ......." Dean Liu's voice carried a hint of crying.

"I officially teach you the "Hundred Herbs", but I don't have time to teach you, you have to study it yourself, and I will also give you my notes on the treatment of integrated Chinese and Western medicine for more than 20 years."

"Father-in-law."

"Good boy, you should call me Daddy. This girl needs to go to the south, a place with a warm climate to recuperate, and Beiping is too dry, if her family agrees, you can take her away. Try to make her happy. ”

Dean Liu left, leaving Ding Xiaohui alone and looking sadly at Mei Ruojun, who was as pale as paper on the hospital bed, lifeless, her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, her slender eyelashes made people feel pity, her curved eyebrows were so handsome, her long black hair was scattered on the pillow, she was like a delicate doll, he couldn't help but hold her hand, although he knew that he was not the person in her heart.

Her hands are not smooth and delicate, this is not a pair of pampered hands, this is a pair of housekeeping hands, and her outstanding appearance has a great sense of disobedience, he looked at the needle holes on her fingers distressedly, put them on the lips and kissed them gently.

"Ruojun, let me take care of you, let me accompany you, let me love you. I'll heal the scars in your heart. He pleaded emotionally to her sleeping slumber.

She slowly opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him, she heard the conversation between him and Dean Liu, she was not afraid of death, but Ding Xiaohui's sad eyes made her feel sad. Death is not terrible, and the dead do not grieve, and it is always the living who are sad.

She was sad for Ding Xiaohui, who had lost his favorite wife and children, and now had to face a hopeless relationship and his own death.

"I'm sorry, Xiaohui." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito.

He stroked her hair, held back tears, and shook his head: "You are not sorry for me, listen to me, Ruojun, I must take you to the south." I will go and beg Uncle Zhou for his consent. ”

She tried hard to squeeze out a smile and shook her head: "I am the daughter-in-law of the Zhou family, how can I go with you?" ”

"Then remarry me!" He said suddenly, she was stunned, frowned, and turned her head: "You're talking nonsense again." ”

He sat down on the edge of the bed, straightened her face, and said eagerly, "You know I'm not talking nonsense, you know I'm sincere." ”

"I'm dying."

"No, you won't die, I won't let you die. Marry me, and I'll take you to the south to recuperate. ”

She was too weak to argue more, just shook her head.

He was silent for a long time with red eyes, then suddenly took a deep breath and said in a whine voice, "I'll take you to meet him." ”

Her eyes lit up, what was he talking about? Who is he going to take her to? Her heart felt as if it had been shot in the arm, and it jumped suddenly.

"I'll take you to him, to find the man you are attached to, broken by your heart, mad by it, emaciated by it, and died for it." He didn't know why he was pretending to be a saint and pretending to be generous, but her life was coming to an end, he pitied her, and he didn't want her to die with regrets.

She was stunned for a long time, for a long time, the light in her eyes dimmed again, and finally she shook her head painfully: "No, I can't." I can't disturb his life. ”

"Hmph, don't you want to see him? I'd love to meet him, and I want to see what kind of love he is, who can torture you to death. He said angrily: "Mei Ruojun, let me tell you, whether you want to or not, I am determined to go this time." If you don't come with me, I'll go alone, and I'll tell him everything that happened in Peking in front of his wife, and tell him how sick you are, and I want to see what his heart is made of. Ding Xiaohui stood up from the bed violently.

She reached out and grabbed him with all her might, "Ah, no, Xiaohui." There was a violent cough, and she felt like her chest was going to tear.

He hugged her and held her in his arms, she pushed him away hard, and the cough that couldn't stop made her realize that she and her father Mei Xuefei had the same disease, lung disease, an incurable disease.

yes, she's dying, does she want to see him? Hehe, what a stupid question, she misses him every minute and every second, see him again before she dies, yes, she thinks, she thinks, she thinks, oh no, for some reason suddenly Mrs. Zhou's voice came into her head: "If you still have some sincerity towards Ruikang, you have to take care of his reputation, you know?" ”

Yes, how important his reputation is, especially now that he is an officer, she can't ruin him, can't, no matter the vicissitudes of life and the ups and downs, it can't change her relationship with his uncle and sister-in-law. Just as he was about to open his mouth to refuse again, suddenly a voice sounded in his ears:

"Sister Ruojun, let's go." I don't know when Meng Shuzhi was already standing in the ward, carrying a schoolbag and a red rose in his hand, he inserted the flower into a small vase, and said, "Go with Brother Ding." Go see him, I'm at home. ”

He has grown into a boy of half an age, but his mind is much more mature than his peers. Sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at Ruojun's bloodless face, his heart was like a knife, he, like Ding Xiaohui, knew that the only person who could cure her heart disease was that person, that great love saint.