Carrying large bags and small bags, the oiled paper that wrapped the books was not torn off. The owner of the book did not expect to travel through most of China, and he did not even expect the book, at this time, the owner of the book was sitting outside the gate.

The owner of the ox owner threw his father and mother and a dozen boxes of books outside the gate of the Sichuan Army, and fled from this place impatiently. The military camp is by no means a reassuring unit in this era, but it is synonymous with destroying and oppressing the people, and sometimes the eighteen layers of hell of the king of Yama are not as good as the eighteen layers of hell.

Chen Yu wanted to let Meng's father and Meng's mother come in and sit down, but when Meng's father saw the wounded soldiers who kept the regimental headquarters carrying his books, and several of them were carrying boxes, because the boxes were too heavy and fell to the ground, Meng's father began to say difficult words such as 'Zihu is also', and said more than a dozen sentences of ancient poems and classical Chinese that despised the officers and soldiers.

"My books, watch my books!"

"Look at it, these are all rare ancient books, each one is the work of the sages and masters, the treasures of the world, you still have to be careful."

"Don't stumble, can you walk more steadily?"

Father Meng followed the wounded soldier who picked up the wooden box, talking all the way, while Mother Meng pulled him from behind and prevented him from following. Now, Chen Yu really wants to give Father Meng a shot.

This old man is really annoying, and it is a shame that Meng's mother can endure it for so many years, if Chen Yu has such a father, he will be strangled to death with an umbilical cord when he is born. Annoying! Annoying, buddy finally understands your feelings, don't say write a suicide note to scare your parents, write a desperate letter to draw a line with the old man!

It was raining, and there was a difficulty in moving in the regiment headquarters, limping with a cane, and a wounded soldier with a young face came and handed Chen Yu a raincoat. Walking to Meng's father on crutches, he picked up an umbrella and handed it to him, but was pushed by Meng's father.

"Don't let the rain get my books wet, hold an umbrella for my books."

Chen Yu shouted angrily: "Ma Yuan! What kind of umbrella to give him, I don't know what I do, get in. All the people go in to avoid the rain, the cold and flu Lao Tzu will not treat you, it will be difficult to raise your group of people, please don't make trouble for me, okay? ”

The wounded soldier who was helping to carry boxes and books into the house stopped when he heard this, Ma Yuan lay on the ground, the drizzle in the sky fell on his young face, and the boy who had not yet faded the fine fluff from the corners of his mouth smiled embarrassedly.

He was propped up with his right hand, which had only three fingers left, and his left hand was only half amputated, and his left leg was missing. The collar of the neckline is exposed, and there are a large number of burn marks on the neck. The child was blown up by the Japanese army's incendiary bombs, and it was the people next to him who used soil to extinguish the flames, and finally only had one breath left and was sent to the East Coast Hospital.

The left half is burned out, and I really can't think of any reason to live except for God to give face.

Meng's father was stunned, Meng's mother, as a traditional woman, did not dare to go against her husband's wishes in the era of feudal oppression, so she could only hold up the Ma Yuan that was pushed and pick up an umbrella to help Meng's father cover the rain.

"Why don't you cover my books, books are more important than me."

Chen Yu looked at Father Meng who was lying on the bookcase and was speechless for a while, What kind of person is this!

It's also annoying, you little bastard, you went to the West Bank to fight devils by yourself, and you know that your father is coming, but you don't care. You just want to die so much, you don't want to see your father?

Father Meng asked, "Where are your people, let them help me move books, there are all good books here." ”

"It's at war." Chen Yu replied.

"War and war, from the north to the south, half of China has been lost to you, and by the way, the country of Myanmar has also been lost, are you fighting a war?"

I ······

Chen Yu found that the stinky mouth was the same as his father, vicious and numb, but the world seemed to have nothing to do with him, and the old Meng family was virtuous. The wounded soldiers who were moving books around scratched their heads and looked at the two of them staring dryly, whether to move or not?

In Meng's father, he came to Chanda with books that could only be pulled by eight oxen, constantly changing tools, taking a car from the Hunan, Guizhou and Chongqing regions to Kunming, and then driving a convoy from Kunming to Chanda. However, the car was not ready to enter Chanda at all, but just passed by Chanda to pick up the goods and go west.

After spending a lot of money, the books that had been displaced from most of China came to Chanda, and now they are being left unattended outside the gates of the Sichuan Army. Father Meng met Chen Yu within an hour of successfully exhausting Chen Yu's respect for his brothers and parents.

"The living people are fighting, and those who remain here are such people, they can't fight, they can only squat here to survive." Chen Yu tried to explain things clearly.

Father Meng sat directly on the threshold angrily: "The old man is waiting for my son here again, and if he doesn't come back, my family will wait here for a long time!" ”

"Uncle, it's useless for you to wait, they're fighting."

"What about my books, my books?"

Chen Yu rubbed his face and sighed: "I'll cover you with a waterproof canvas, there will be no problem, I am all defeated here, I can't carry the bookcase in for you, and I will move it in for you when someone comes back at night." ”

"But it's raining right now."

"Alas~~~"

Compromise! Chen Yu didn't want to continue to go against this crazy man, so he called the soldiers on duty at the heavy machine gun fortifications outside the regiment headquarters and asked them to help carry the book boxes pulled by eight ox carts into the house in the rain.

Five or six people and Chen Yu worked for four or five hours, and finally moved the book boxes into the regiment headquarters under the supervision of Meng's father, and then opened each book for inspection, and spread it on the ground if it was damp or wet.

Ordered to boil a pot of hot tea for the two old men, and casually put the family letter written on the sacrificial flag slope on the table, Chen Yu couldn't resist the pressure and prepared to go back to the room to sleep, and the family letter would be sent to the military post office tomorrow.

Father Meng picked up the family letter on the table and said: "The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring.

When I feel the tears, I hate the birds.

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars.

The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming. ”

Chen Yu hid in the room to sleep, and Father Meng continued to recite poems, and he had to meet the family letters in the army, and expressed his inner feelings through the famous sentences of the ancients. Chen Yu hid in the house and listened to Father Meng's reading from Du Fu's "Spring Hope" and Zhang Qiao's "The Old Pawn of Hehuang".

"The young general marched to the river, and returned to his hometown when his head was white. The 100,000 Han troops were scattered, blowing alone and bending towards the remnant sun. ”

In the end, Chen Yu fell asleep, and in a daze, he heard Father Meng reciting "The Book of Songs, Qin Feng, and No Clothes", and the whole thing was an old man. A mouthful of a lone book is to satisfy his possessive mind of bad taste, and when he thinks he is safe, he is spilling and reading.

"Hey!"

was sleeping in Zhengxiang, Chen Yu was woken up by someone and found that it was Li Bing who called him. He is a die-hard Yu division, what is the regimental headquarters of the Sichuan Legion, he looked up at the sky, and it was pitch black outside.

scratched his head and picked up the wooden basin next to the bed, ready to fetch water to wash his face, but when he walked out of the door, he saw Yu Xiaoqing standing on the opposite stairs, and He Shuguang held an oil lamp in his hand to hold the lamp for him. Father Meng sat on the table reading a book, and when he saw that the oil lamp on the table was taken away, he angrily dodged the lamp in He Shuguang's hand and put it on the table.

Father Meng glanced back at Yu Xiaoqing: "Reading must be correct, and reading at night must be even more correct!! ”

All right! This time he provoked Yu Xiaoqing, Chen Yu decided to pretend not to see it, and went to the backyard to fetch water and wash his face.

He Shu was about to pull out his knife and cut down Meng's father, but Yu Xiaoqing just smiled slightly, put the book on the table in a proper manner, and stood outside the door and looked at Chen Yu.

"Chen Tuanfu, what are you Sichuan Army doing, the gunfire on the west bank has not stopped since the morning. Your head Lin said that it was just a small reconnaissance of crossing the river, is this really the case? ”

Chen Yu put down the wooden basin in his hand and saluted Yu Xiaoqing: "Report to the chief!" It's just a small reconnaissance across the river, if the battle is big, how can the subordinates fall asleep. ”

Yu Xiaoqing walked down with a command whip in his hand and put it on Chen Yu's chest: "More than 100 shells were fired at each other at the Sacrificial Flag Slope and Nantianmen, and even the Japanese fighters came to fly around twice, is this movement small?" ”

"Fire reconnaissance." Chen Yu casually made up an excuse, and his heart was already turbulent.

So brave? Ah Yi dares to do this, hit Yu Xiaoqing to catch me, brother, you killed someone!