It is common practice for Shi Qing Barley to be shot. This time the bullet was inserted into the ribs. After taking it out, he was in a coma for a day and night before he woke up faintly.

At one point, Tong Shuangren almost thought she would never wake up again, her eyes were red, and the adjutant who looked at it was a little bit intolerable.

Tong Gulong's body was taken away for post-mortem examination. It is said that when it was dragged out of the river, many onlookers vomited cleanly. Hashimoto's explanation here kept dragging it and finally said that Tong Gulong was fighting with Hashimoto.

Anyway, Hashimoto's forces didn't intervene for the time being, and it wasn't too troublesome. In the end, they let go of ruthless words, saying that they were waiting for the r army to occupy southern Sichuan and don't think about it.

When Tong Shuangpin heard it, it was only a slap. The beast pounced on the lamb. Whether the lamb was obedient or not, he couldn't escape death.

If southern Sichuan is really breached, and the end of the gentle waiting for death and fierce resistance are the same, why not be more heroic?

Furthermore, it is so big in southern Sichuan, even if it is really called, it will not happen overnight.

On the contrary, Shi Qingyi worries her even more. Shi Qingyi woke up on a night with autumn rain. Tong Shuangpin was going to find a doctor and she was hooked with a little finger. She lay quietly in the darkness and motioned to Tong. Shuang hired close.

Tong Shuang thought she wanted to explain something to her and approached her, Shi Qingyue's dry lips lightly pressed against her.

The mood in the dark night spread. Don't know why, Tong Shuangpin suddenly cried.

There is no reason, it may be that Shi Qingyue woke up too pleasantly, it may be that she had a premonition from her movements that they would not spend too much time together.

Tong Shuangpin is a smart person, but the consequence of being too smart is easy to be sad.

——Because of predicting the ending.

In such a world, she should have understood it earlier, but she was selfish and she didn't want to understand.

Later, when Shi Qingyue was better, Tong Shuang hired her to take her home. Shi Qingyue leaned on her and looked at the dead leaves spinning outside the window, and sighed lightly.

The flames of war were getting closer, and when the adjutant couldn't wait, Qingyue was already on the battlefield first, leaving her with only two guards.

In the rare good weather in autumn, Shi Qingyue stroked Tong Shuangpin's sideburns like a cat with a soft tail, and sighed in her ear after she closed her eyes.

"Actually, I also think that if I can’t remember it all the time, it’s fine. I can stay with you for a long time, for a long time, but it doesn’t work, Shuangpin, we can go, but there are so many people on the big land. I can't go, I can't just think about my own selfishness, I can't help you."

She was sticking to Tong Shuangpin's temple, probably thinking she was asleep, she dared to tell the truth.

The eyes of the person lying on her lap trembled, as if extremely sleepy, yawned, and turned his head slowly.

She didn't want to let her see the tears overflowing from the corner of her eyes.

Later, she finally couldn't help but burst into tears when she hugged Shi Qingyue, leaning on her shoulders and crying silently.

"I am selfish, and the biggest mistake I have done in my life is that I shouldn't take you back to make you remember, but I can't be selfish forever."

"I am selfish but cannot be selfish to the end. I am afraid this is something I regret in my life."

"I am a person with no big ambitions, but I also know that there are no eggs under the cover."

A country will not be a country, so why is it a home?

She has read books in her boudoir for more than ten years. She is the jewel in the palm of Ama Erniang and the little actor whom Shi Qingyue loves. She thought that she had already seen human suffering until she saw the war with her own eyes——

There are some sufferings that cannot be conveyed in words. Only when she sees it with her own eyes can she feel the shock. When she saw the shells fall, one child after another lost their parents, one parent after another lost their children, and lost their brothers and sisters.

When the smoke of gunpowder on the battlefield permeated the entire continent, when everyone was in danger, she hated Shi Qingyi for not sending her away, but did not leave with her, causing her lameness and decay in her throat?

She can't hate it. She has lost these. It is her wonderful life, but there are countless people who have lost their lives. They can escape, but if everyone wants to escape, who should fight? Who should guard the country?

She is a selfish person, but Shi Qingyue is not, so she can't stop her.

Shi Qingyue felt her tears drop on her shoulders and gently hugged her back.

"The reason why Shi's family asked me to pretend to be a man was because they wanted to serve the country, thinking that even if my eldest and second elder brothers are gone, there will still be me. I can't let them down."

She patted Tong Shuangpin's back: "I stole this time."

It is a stolen moment of joy and tranquility, fleeting.

Probably not wanting to talk about these sad things, Shi Qingyi took a breath and changed the subject: "In fact, you don't have to go to country r. Maybe you would like to go to the place where I study? Wait for our homeland. Invincible Kou, are you still willing to come back?"

She sighed again, and rubbed her chin on her shoulder. "I want to serve the country by myself. This is an ideal, but I selfishly hope that you can live better. Shuangren, I have one last gift to give. you."

Before she could finish her words, Tong Shuangpin had already leaned in and kissed her lips.

"good."

The tears in her eyelashes trembled, but she didn't have the patience to listen to Shi Qingyue's last sentence.

Shi Qingyue laughed suddenly, rubbed her pretty nose, and wiped away the tears.

The last gift is not me.

It's just that she didn't have a chance to say it.

It was a very windy morning when Shi Qingyue left. She didn't wake up Tong Shuangpin, but kissed her brows and eyes as usual, and then left with a box.

It was the guard who came to pick him up. Tong Shuangpin didn't open his eyes until the wheels rolled away. Tears had filled his eye sockets and overflowed again, winding down the lines at the corners of his eyes.

She knew she was gone, but did not dare to get up to see her off.

I was afraid that I would force her to stay because of reluctance.

Because the war is about to burn here, there are not many people left in the Tong family. Most of them have left. The remaining girl named Zhuyu, in the yard, watched Mr. Tong sitting under the eaves in the clothes of the young master. .

The girl hesitated and approached: "Young Master Shi has just left, you..."

You can go and chase her back.

At the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, the wind is always strong, and the clothes that are blown fly up halfway, and the figure looks stubborn, as if only a handful of slender bones are left.

Tong Shuangpin closed his eyes and said dumbly: "Let her go."

I can't keep her anymore.

The people who left her, her heart is here, but the heart is dead on the battlefield, let her go even if there is no eye to the sword, but her heart is always here with me.

There are always things in this world that are more meaningful than staying together, and more worthy of being smitten, and doing everything, she can't stop the time.

"I will wait as long as she goes."

Day after day, year after year, I can always afford to wait.

The little girl was still thirteen or fourteen years old, an orphan, because Tong Shuang hired her to be very close to her, waited with Tong Shuangpin for winter and spring, and finally couldn't help biting her lip to ask.

"Then, boss, what if Young Master Shi can't come back?"

Tong Shuang's hand fiddled with the beads on the abacus, and the abacus fell to the ground, falling into broken beads, which were dazzling in the bright sunlight.

The flames lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth ten thousand gold.

In that year, Tong Shuang hired countless letters and only one reply was returned. The first half was written with a pen, and the second half was probably out of ink, so he changed a pen.

The words were scribbled, saying that he missed her very much, and also missed southern Sichuan, and said that the war of resistance is about to be won, and the situation is getting better.

It was obvious that she was lying, and Tong Shuangpin actually believed it.

In the fall of the second year, someone knocked on her door. In this year, she had gone from boss Tong who opened the door and needed to be notified to boss Tong who was the first boss to rush up when she heard the knock on the door.

She always thinks that someone will come back someday, and she must want to see her for the first time.

When I opened the door, I saw a strange and familiar person.

--adjutant.

A sleeve tube was empty, and his face sank rapidly. His face was dark, like a chicken skin. Three or four years ago, he was still a young man in Pingzhou City. Goodbye is a calm young man, but now only one is dragged down by the war. Zhang human skin.

The moment he saw her, the adjutant's eyes were red.

"Miss Tong..."

He lowered his head, his voice choked, and it took a long time for him to escape a crumpled ferry ticket from his pocket with his only hand and hand it to Tong Shuangpin with a shiver.

It was a pair of hands full of scorched black scars, and the ticket that was handed over was still stained with dots of blood. The blood stains stuck to the edge of the ticket and had already solidified.

"The young marshal asked me to bring this to you." The adjutant bowed his head deeply, and the tall and mammoth man was shyly cringing at the moment.

Tong Shuang hired to hold the door. Maybe she had expected it. She could still stand firm. She had seen many heartbroken people who heard their relatives crying, but only when it was her turn did she discover how much all this was. Untrue.

"Where is she?"

"Marshal him," the adjutant blinked dry eyes, his hands slumped to his side, "he can't come back..."

He thought that Miss Tong would collapse, scramble, and be unbelievable. He was ready to be beaten, but the person on the other side was still silent, he just staggered, as if he was not standing still, and slowly and slowly Hold the door.

Tong Shuangpin felt that the wind was so loud this autumn that she couldn't hear people. She barely stood firm. She wanted to hold the ferry ticket but didn't dare, for fear that she would wrinkle the only thing she left for herself.

She pressed the ticket to her heart, breathing again and again.

"She, do you have any words for me?"

There is only this opportunity, and I am afraid that I will not have the opportunity to ask without asking this sound.

The adjutant shook his head: "The battle was fierce at the time, and the marshal didn't leave any words. I went out to ask for help and survived. The marshal only gave me this ferry ticket before I left."

Tong Shuangpin staggered back a few steps, Zhuyu hurriedly came to support her, she used Zhuyu's arm to barely stand firmly, the already crippled leg suddenly pained, and she could hardly stand the pain.

The adjutant lowered his head, with two tears on his gully face, and said hoarsely: "I will return to the battlefield again in two days, Miss Tong, you have to take care. I think the young marshal also hopes you can live well. ."

He bowed deeply, turned around in his old cotton clothes, and heard Tong Shuangpin's hoarse voice when he walked under the persimmon tree at the door.

"stop--"

"Where is she buried?"

The adjutant burst into tears. He didn't dare to turn his head or face Tong Shuangpin. He could only turn his back to her and shook his head: "The bones of tens of thousands of people are mixed together. They are all buried together. They can't be found..."

Since then, there has never been that person in this world.

Tong Shuangpin couldn't stand any longer, and slid down the door. It took a long time to close his eyes, and a drop of water slowly slipped down.

Her heart felt like a piece of her heart had been cut off by a sharp knife, and something was taken away along with the death of that person, leaving only a huge empty void.

Shi Qingyue died, died in the battle and buried his bones in a foreign country. There were no tombstones and corpses, and there was not even a word left to her.

The situation is critical, where is there so much time for her to give her last words?

She didn't leave a word for herself.

Tong Shuangpin often dreams of her. After a whole winter in the dream, sometimes she feels that she is still there, but she is still on the battlefield, and she doesn't know when she will come back.

She lived as usual, no different from the past. Everything was fine except for eating or drinking a few days before the news of her death came.

She can't fall yet, how many people are counting on her to eat.

She brainwashed herself in this way, and after a long time, she believed that it was true, thinking that Shi Qingyue was still alive, but not by her side.

No one around him dared to remind her. Gradually, the name became a taboo. When he didn't mention it, Boss Tong would be fine. As long as he mentioned it, he would shut himself in the room without eating or drinking.

She didn't drop anything and didn't cry anymore, but she sat there motionless as if she had taken off the body of her soul.

Until the New Year of that year, someone came to visit amid the sound of firecrackers, and he was the owner of a shipping company.

Surrounded by a thick scarf and carrying a lot of things, the Tong family looked strangely onlookers, and the boss came over and leaned slightly to Tong Shuang, his voice astringent.

"I don't know when Boss Tong is going to leave? I have received the exact news that the enemy will call in next spring at most. Our shipping line is a small business. We will not run again this winter after we are ready to run, so I came to ask Boss Tong specially. When are you going to leave."

"You probably remembered it wrong, I didn't make a reservation with you—"

"I remember correctly," the owner of the shipping line took out a stack of accounts. "Shi Qishao made the reservation for you. The money will be paid for the next ten years. You can go anywhere you want."

The owner of the boat shop smiled: "It was booked for you four years ago. Master Shi said, you can go to his alma mater. The scenery there is very good, there is no war, there is a big library, and..."

And the school she used to go to, the teachers she knew, the best friends she met...

She didn't leave a word to her, because the current situation was like this, but her future had already been arranged clearly.

Freed from the threat of war, she could live this life quietly and smoothly, but she didn't want to make arbitrarily decisions for her, so she bought such a special ferry ticket at a huge price.

The world is so big that she can go wherever she wants to go.

I bought it four years ago...

Four years ago, the heater in Tong Shuang's palm fell to the ground. She should have laughed, but she shed tears ignorantly, and she couldn't even say a word in sorrow.

Four years ago, that was when she was a little actor.

It turned out that what Shi Qingyue said was true. At that time, she had already embraced the mortal heart, and was already working hard for her future.

Sure enough, everything was as she expected, she died on the battlefield, but she lived alive.

——This ticket is the last gift she left to herself.