They had left for less than a month, and the devastated town had fallen into rivals.

Shi Qingyue often had nightmares at night and woke up and stood by the window in a daze. Tong Shuang embraced her and asked her what she had dreamed of.

She told Tong Shuang very obediently that she dreamed that there was Tong's mansion on the dock, and dreamed that people who could not escape were trapped in purgatory and struggled to survive.

Tong Shuangpin couldn't comfort her, so he could only pat her back again and again and said to her, "It will be fine, everything will be fine."

But in fact everyone knows that everything is not getting better.

The situation in the newspaper is getting more urgent day by day. The war has not yet reached southern Sichuan, but it is not far away. Everyone is panicking.

Where can I escape again? In a country that is so big, the flames of war have ignited almost every inch of the country. Which one is not living in dire straits.

Because of the war, the business of the Tong's shop has also become more and more bleak. Many people drag their families and move to the south, leaving their hometowns in a desolate way.

Tong Shuangpin always gave more money, and Shi Qingyue also began to help her with things. It was no longer a laborious effort to be bullied to carry things, but to manage her accounts, shop and Zhuangzi's business.

Tong Gulong often came to harass him, anxiously like ants on a hot pot.

"Cousin, when are you going to marry me? We can go abroad after we are married. This place is really hard to stay. If we stay, we will fight over, and we can't escape."

"I'm also preparing to sell my things and leave." Tong Shuangpin softened her eyebrows, she pressed her eyebrows, her voice softened, and she smiled faintly, "Cousin, going abroad now requires a lot of money. What should we do if we go out without taking care of it first?"

She sighed, "People who are unfamiliar in life need to suffer more sins, cousin, I will take care of them more, so that we can have a good future in the future, right?"

Tong Shuangpin is a beauty, and the beauties on the stage are good at acting, how soft they look when they are softly coaxing people.

Tong Gulong had always been treated coldly by her, and at this moment, he was suddenly favored, and suddenly he became fascinated.

With Tong Shuang employing such a beauty, how can Xiao Que's pretty girl compare?

"Cousin, I have worked hard for you." Tong Gulong excitedly went up and took Tong Shuangpin's hand, suddenly a little dry.

Tong Shuangpin didn't break away from his hand, but instead patted the back of his hand, his expression a little sad.

"I recently inquired about a buyer who is willing to pay a big price to buy a land-zhuangzi. He is still a foreigner. I heard that some forces are not afraid of Japanese pirates, but he has a big appetite and wants to buy together... Cousin, we are all a family, I Help you sell it as soon as possible, so we might go abroad sooner?"

Nephrite jade is warm and fragrant, Tong Gulong is indeed a waste wood sitting in the air, but Tong Shuangpin is a good hand in family business.

So when Tong Shuangpin told him the embarrassing price, his eyes immediately became red.

He thought that both Tong Shuang hired him to marry him, and all his doorsteps belonged to him, so it was okay to leave it to her to take care of it first, so he was immediately moved.

It was not until Tong Gulong walked far that Tong Shuangpin began to wash his hands, wishing to wash his hands off a layer of skin.

Speaking of being a wicked person, how could anyone ever wrong her? She just didn't bother to do things with this trash, but didn't want him to be so stupid and bad, then she could not be blamed.

The back of her white and delicate hands had been rubbed red. She took a towel and wiped the water stains on her palms carefully, and asked, "Where is she?"

The people who followed her naturally knew that she was asking Shi Qingyue, and quickly replied: "I went to Xishanzhuang today. I am afraid it will take a few hours to come back."

Tong Shuangpin raised her eyes and glanced at the sky. It was dark in the late autumn and it was already afternoon, so she raised her foot and walked out: "I'll pick her up."

She still felt sorry for her, remembering that she forgot to bring her umbrella in the morning, for fear that she would get caught in the rain when she went out.

The person she was thinking of was standing in the Zhuangzi at this moment and calculating the accounts, listening to the sound of the rain and carefully checking the accounts with Mr. Clerk. After a while, the little apprentice of Mr. Clerk suddenly ran in and called her: "Sir, someone is looking for you."

Shi Qingyue turned his head subconsciously. Behind him was a large empty courtyard. The two persimmon trees had only sparsely bearing a few fruits this year. Under the fruit tree stood a man with a straight military uniform.

In the dust, there was a scar on his face from a cannonball.

When they were in Pingzhou City, they were all young talents, all of them were beautiful and handsome, and they were usually majestic. War really was a weapon to compare and polish people, but in just three or four years, they were old like a dozen. Years passed.

Shi Qingyi was taken aback for a moment. The adjutant had red eyes and bowed his head as he had done for many years: "Marshal."

She clenched her palms all at once.

She is actually not worthy of this title. She is the seventh in the family. This title was originally given to her elder brother, but the eldest brother did not give it to her second brother. Now, this title belongs to her.

At the Shi family, she was the only one left dead.

Shi Qingyue led him in to shelter from the rain, and made him a cup of tea in the backyard. A man in his twenties cried and blushed. He sat down straight and looked around at his mouth: "What did you do now? very good."

So maybe he shouldn't have come. The adjutant stopped outside before he finished drinking a cup of tea, and Tong Shuang hired him.

As soon as Tong Shuangpin got out of the car, she had a premonition that Shi Qingyue was not in the front hall. Shi Qingyue came out when she was about to go back with a limping leg.

Looking at her as if surprised: "Shuangpin, why are you here?"

"You haven't come back at this time, I don't feel relieved to come over and take a look." Tong Shuangpin's probing gaze has already looked back, and was firmly blocked by Shi Qingyue.

She held a few jars of tea in her hand and smiled: "I think you like it, and I went to the back storeroom to find the one I plan to take back to you. Let's go. It will rain heavily later, so it shouldn't be a good time to go back. ."

She took the initiative to hold Tong Shuang's hand, frowning with concern: "Why is your hand so cold?"

Tong Shuangpin couldn't delve further, shook his head, and went out with her. The two of them held an umbrella and walked slowly in the mist and rain of late autumn, and were soon covered by the hazy fog.

The adjutant looked from behind and sighed long.

What is he doing here? When the family was full of heroes, only the young master was left with a single seedling. Is he going to let the young master also die?

Master is doing well now, isn't that all right?

He suddenly felt sore in his eyes, and after a while he ordered people to buy a return train ticket.

The veteran of the Shi family who followed him hesitated and asked, "Do you want to buy one for the marshal?"

The adjutant was silent for a moment: "Buy it."

Tickets are difficult now. It is the young master's business whether he wants to go back or not, but he can't do less.

That night, a long-lost heavy rain fell in southern Sichuan. The sound of the rain was mixed with a little joyful respite. The banana leaves were hanging down outside the window. Tong Shuangpin leaned against Shi Qingyi's arms to listen to the rain.

The two people held their foreheads against their foreheads, bowing their heads and kissing from time to time.

"The war is really coming, Shuangren, when are you ready to leave?"

Tong Shuangpin grabbed her arm and sighed, "Where can I go now? No matter where I go in China, I'm not sure if I will call you. If you go abroad, where do you like it?"

"You are not, have you studied abroad?"

In the night, her eyes seemed to be gleaming, Shi Qingyue kissed her sideburns, her voice muffled: "I will take you wherever you want to go, I will protect you."

She was talking about protecting instead of accompanying her. Tong Shuangpin grabbed her chin and forced her to look down at herself: "Why didn't you go with me?"

Shi Qingyue smiled, her eyes shining like stars: "Well, I will always be with you."

Until Tong Shuangpin fell asleep, Shi Qingyi tucked her quilt and went out under an umbrella.

The adjutant had been waiting at the back door early, and took a box from the soldier beside him and handed it to Shi Qingyue.

"This is the relic of the second master."

His voice was slightly muffled. When he took the rest of the people to the Shen's house, his only request was to ask them to help find the dead man's family. The bones in the war could only be buried on the spot, and only one was finally handed over to him. A battered military uniform.

The death was very heroic. This was the answer they gave him. He had seen the military uniform. Instead of being heroic, he was beaten into a sieve alive.

Shi Qingyue's breathing was slightly stagnant, and the adjutant stopped her before leaving, "Master, this is your thing."

Maybe he was sure she would not leave, he no longer called the marshal, but put a gun in her palm.

"After I go back, I will tell everyone that the marshal has been killed and martyred, so you can change your name and change your face to live well."

The adjutant saluted her one last salute, and when he turned and left, he heard the voice of the people behind him asking him hoarsely: "When are you leaving?"

"Number sixteen."

...

Shi Qingzhao put the things back in his room before returning to Tong Shuangpin's room. Tong Shuangpin got up and leaned against the window. He stretched out a hand to catch the rain by the window. He heard the sound of opening the door and turned back to ask. She: "Where did you go?"

A fragrant scent came over, Shi Qingyue came in with a bowl of green vegetable porridge and put it on the table, scooped a spoon and blew cold: "I'm afraid you are hungry. Go out and cook a bowl of porridge. Would you like to try it?"

Tong Shuangpin’s eyes were loose, and she lowered her head to take a sip. She is not good at cooking and can only say that she cooks well, but since it is the boss that she cooks by herself, the boss Tong does not hesitate to praise.

"good to eat."

"You have a bite too."

It was three days after the heavy rain was over. Shi Qingyue went to the countryside and brought her a lot of things. He had everything to eat. He said that he brought it back from the countryside. There are gifts from foreign countries.

The small vault she had hoarded for so long was probably all spent.

Zhuangzi replies to her over there, saying that Shi Qingyue found something in the countryside and buried something in a beautiful place.

She probably guessed it.

On the morning of the 16th, when Tong Shuangpin woke up, the person had disappeared, and there was only a thick letter left on the table.

She picked it up and glanced at it, and a sarcasm smiled at the corner of her mouth.

She still did, she didn't even dare to say goodbye to her personally, she only dared to leave a letter to herself.

She lied to herself again as she did many years ago. She clearly said that she would stay with her forever.

It's a pity that she had no power and influence many years ago, but now she is no longer the actor who is at the mercy of others.

South Sichuan is her territory, and it is not so easy to walk under her nose.

She didn't open the letter and read the letter. In any case, she should tell her Shi Qingyi personally!