"Huh? What are these three kids doing? They're holed up in the house and won't come out?" Li Chu suddenly realized that he had been back for half a day and hadn't seen a single child.

"They're all in the pharmacy in the front yard."

? ? ?

He looked at his wife with a face full of questions.

"Wenhui said she wanted to learn about those medicinal herbs with Wenxuan, so Yueyue went over to help them."

He nodded without saying anything more, quickly put the clean bowls into the kitchen, then took out a large bag of steamed buns from the cupboard, and pulled out a few cans of food before walking into the yard.

Several dogs that were originally lying under the eaves sunbathing suddenly ran up to him and lined up obediently, waiting for their owner to give them food.

He pulled up a small stool, sat down, took a bun out of his bag, and tossed it to the first person in line, followed by the second and third...

A large bag of dozens of buns was devoured by the four of them in no time. They then ran back to drink some water before returning with their food bowls, waiting to be given canned meat.

After taking care of all four dogs, he took a steamed bun from the kitchen, ate it in a few bites, and went into the living room.

Ding Qiunan, who was sitting on the sofa sewing insoles, saw her husband come in and asked, "What do you want to eat? I'll get you something."

"No need, I've already eaten a steamed bun. I'll wait for lunch later."

After saying that, he sat down on the sofa, then removed his wife's hand from her work, and lay down on the sofa with his head on her lap, closing his eyes.

"I'll take a nap."

Ding Qiunan put down her needlework and reached out to touch her husband's head, where a few strands of hair had just grown.

She's been back for two days now, but she hasn't really paid much attention to her husband's face.

Now that he was lying on her lap, he took a closer look.

She didn't notice anything amiss until she looked closely, and then she was shocked.

My face is fine, but the problem on my neck is much bigger.

Upon closer inspection, there were two scratches on his neck, one of which had actually cut across the major artery.

The man was right there in front of her, and she knew the boat must have been very shallow. If it had been deep, he wouldn't have walked back on his own.

"Sigh..." Ding Qiunan gently stroked her husband's face and sighed inwardly.

She sat there quietly for a while before gently supporting her man's head as she stood up. Then she took a cotton cushion she had made herself and placed it under his head.

I went into the bedroom, took out a small cotton quilt, and covered him with it.

Next, she went to the door, intending to take out the clothes hanging on the clothes rack to wash them.

Just as I was about to go out, I noticed that the shoulder bag Li Chu was carrying this time looked dirty, so I took it off and washed it for him.

Hmm? There's something else in the bag.

She opened her handbag and took out the paper and pens inside. Then she saw that there was a letter inside the bag.

Ding Qiunan looked back at her husband, who was still fast asleep on the sofa, and carefully took the letter out of her bag.

The envelope was blank, with nothing written on it, but inside was a letter with writing on it.

At that moment, she hesitated, unsure whether she should take it out to look at it.

She glanced back at the sofa and, seeing that there was still no movement, took the letter out of the envelope.

Love reading

She felt a bit like a thief, and her heart was racing.

She didn't dare stay inside any longer and hurriedly went outside. She unfolded the neatly folded letter and her heart calmed down when she saw the heading: "Qiu Nan Wu Qi" (秋楠吾妻). This meant the letter was addressed to her, so she could rest easy now.

This also greatly reduced her sense of guilt.

At the same time, a deep question welled up in her mind: When was this letter written? Why wasn't it sent? Knowing it couldn't be sent, why did she write it in the first place?

With these questions in mind, she looked down.

Akinan Azuma:

Seeing this letter is like seeing you in person!

It is now 1:10 a.m. on July 25, 1980.

In less than two hours, I will be joining a combat detachment to rescue some of our comrades, and at the same time, we will hold that hill for another three days.

The reason I went with them was because three of my comrades were seriously injured and needed to be treated first.

The frontline command originally intended to send a medic to accompany us, but I saw that the medics there could only treat minor external injuries, so I volunteered to go.

I heard that the enemy has a division surrounding the hill we're heading to. I don't know if we can complete our mission successfully, and I hope I won't hold everyone back.

I didn't intend to write this letter, because I wanted to go back and tell you in person.

However, the cadre in charge said that everyone had to write it down and hand it to the clerk. If they didn't come back, the clerk would be responsible for sending it to their families.

The reason I didn't write the mailing address and recipient's name on the envelope was because I told the clerk that if I didn't come back, he should give the letter to the operations staff officer Wang Jun or the propaganda team's Li Qiaoyun.

I think it's much better for them to take it back than for you to read the letter all by yourself.

I don't know how to write this letter. If I return alive, then let's pretend nothing happened. If I'm unlucky...

Then I'm sorry, I broke my promise, I went against my vow to take care of you for the rest of my life.

I hope you won't hate me; you must believe that I love you.

That's all for now, I need to check my gear and get ready to go.

Sincerely yours

salute

Then, at the very end, is Li Chu's signature, a fancy signature from later generations. Without diligent practice, one simply cannot write with that same flair.

His signature is always like this on the prescriptions he writes, making it very easy to recognize and quite unique.

Ding Qiunan, who was reading the letter, was already in tears.

The tears that fell soaked the letter.

She simply couldn't imagine how her man spent the next few days after writing that letter.

From the scars on his body, it's easy to see how difficult those days were.

Fortunately, he returned alive, and the letter was not brought back by someone else.

That's the most important thing.

Wiping away her tears, Ding Qiunan folded the letter in her hand and put it back into the envelope.

She looked at the handbag again and suddenly felt that it might not be washed. So she went back into the living room, put the things she had taken out back into the bag, and hung it on the wall.