Chapter 11 Chapter 11 Onset
Liang Xin coughed even more violently.
Unexpectedly, the family Wei Yuanyang proposed to was the Lu family.
Lu Yueji is Wei Yuanyang’s first wife.
Wei Yuanyang’s first major backer is the Lu family!
The original books she had read simply summarized Wei Yuanyang's rise to wealth from the perspective of a cannon fodder.
Among his three wives, only the third one was described in more detail. The first two wives were basically cannon fodder like her, and were tools to boost the legendary boss' career.
The book only briefly mentions that Wei Yuanyang and his first wife were engaged as children, that they had marital discord after marriage, and that his wife committed suicide.
After his wife passed away, the father-in-law, who had lost his beloved son too, treated his son-in-law, his savior, as his own son. He not only did not blame him, but also advised him to be at ease.
Because all the children were gone and his mother-in-law was seriously ill, Wei Yuanyang had to take care of her financially and physically.
After his father-in-law and mother-in-law passed away, Wei Yuanyang visited their graves every year. Even after his third marriage, he still burned paper at the graves during the Qingming Festival every year.
Everyone said that his first wife was unlucky.
Therefore, the father-in-law's family also highlights the personality charm of the male owner.
Even lost his beloved son.
Died by suicide.
Seriously ill.
All the children are gone.
Visit the graves every year.
Liang Xin extracted the key words, glanced at Lu Zewei, and then looked at her mother-in-law who was angry and did not forget to serve her stewed pig's trotters with soybeans.
"Liang Xin, eat more." Hu Fenglian placed the bowl in front of Liang Xin, her eyes filled with anger, "Hong Yan is still the same as before. If you don't say anything, she will keep playing tricks. As soon as she sat here, she wiped her tears and said that Captain Wei was killed by a shell because he was protecting you. I didn't give in to her in this matter. If I give in to her, she will use this as a way to get back at me and take advantage of me."
Chief Lu put down his chopsticks and asked, "What marriage are you proposing?"
"She misunderstood. I don't think it was a misunderstanding. Forget it. It doesn't matter what she thinks. What's important is that she wants Yueji to marry Yuanyang." Hu Fenglian picked up another piece of mutton with chopsticks and gave it to Liangxin. "I can't say anything unpleasant in front of Yuanyang, so I said I'll discuss it when you come back."
"Please make a phone call and invite them to come home. Old Wei only has this one child. I want to see how he has grown up."
After Commander Lu finished speaking, he did not wait for Hu Fenglian to reply, and looked at Lu Zewei, "Now that you are married, you can no longer speak and act without thinking like before. Write a self-examination, send it to the military academy, and apologize to the teachers in person."
Hu Fenglian hurriedly looked at her son, observing his expression.
"You ask them to come over and point out what I said wrong. If they can point it out, I will apologize."
Seeing his son's carefree behavior, Chief Lu subconsciously wanted to teach him a lesson, but suddenly he remembered something, glanced at Liang Xin, and coughed lightly: "Have you finished eating? Come with me to the study."
"Old Lu!" Hu Fenglian pulled on Chief Lu's sleeve, "The child has just gotten better..."
Without even listening to Chief Lu's words, he walked into the study first and said to the guard without turning his head, "Xiao Wei, if he doesn't come, drag him in."
"Take your time eating."
Lu Zewei said something to Liang Xin, pushed away the chair, stood up and went to the study.
Although he had already entered the study, the sound was not affected much and soon came out intermittently.
Because the father and son only spoke a few words before their voices became louder and louder, and people outside could hear them clearly.
Lu Chongfeng: "As long as they can speak and say a few more words to me that I don't like to hear, they can be my teacher. If flies and mosquitoes fly around my ears, I don't like to hear them either. Do I have to apologize to them too?"
Commander Lu couldn't hold back his anger when facing his son. "Don't think that just because you have been on the battlefield a few times and won a few medals, you don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. They all went to the battlefield earlier than you..."
"So all they can teach is the old, outdated methods of using bayonets and hand grenades. They are fake, big, and empty. They think that the enemy tanks are made of paper and that a single shot can kill a large number of enemies. They treat teaching as making a movie and mislead the students. I'm being very polite if I ask them to teach rice planting instead."
"You bastard!"
Liang Xin heard the study door being smashed by something, making a loud noise.
"This kid!" Hu Fenglian frowned. "He must have a problem with his brain. He dares to say anything. No, I have to go in and talk him down. If he keeps shouting like this, it will be terrible if someone passes by and hears him."
Hu Fenglian left in a hurry. Liang Xin had almost finished eating and followed her to the door of the study.
"It's the same as planting rice and farming, why can't we transfer people with real talents to the military academy? Why don't we get some old people who are always thinking about how to make no mistakes and that no mistakes are merits, and teach in a sloppy way? If we bring these teachers to the border, they will collapse in three rounds in front of the Soviet and Vietnamese armies. I say that if they want to be cowards, they should not take on this responsibility and destroy talents. What did I say wrong?"
Commander Lu was so angry that his face turned red. When he saw Liang Xin coming in, he resisted the urge to throw the ink bottle in his hand away. "You kid! You are the only one with real talent, and the others are outdated. So what do you think should be taught in military academies nowadays?"
"Teach culture, teach science, teach physics, teach foreign languages!"
Lu Zewei said seriously: "The most important thing at the moment is not to blindly follow the old training content. We must open our eyes to see the world, learn from foreign armies, understand the latest tactical characteristics of foreign armies, and keep abreast of the dynamics of foreign military organization, equipment, and combat thinking. Many of our Communist Party members have already fallen behind..."
"Fuck your father!"
Chief Lu couldn't help himself and threw the ink bottle at his son's head, "You are so bold! You are talking nonsense!"
Black ink slid down from Lu Zewei's head, staining half of his face black.
The ink quickly flowed from his neck into his military uniform and dripped from his cuffs onto his fingertips.
The whole person looked like a dark cloud was pressing down on him, half human, half ghost.
"What a bastard! Too reactionary!"
Hu Fenglian rushed to get a towel while cursing, "Crazy! This kid is really sick! I think he's completely crazy!"
Liang Xin walked over, took out a handkerchief folded into a square and handed it to him.
Lu Zewei didn't answer. His ink-stained hands were trembling and his eyes were bloodshot as he looked at Chief Lu.
The father and son confronted each other for a long time.
Lu Zewei turned around and ran out of the study, then took a few steps up the stairs to the second floor.
That night, when Liang Xin returned to her room, Lu Zewei was still huddled in the quilt with his head covered.
"Aren't you hungry?"
Liang Xin put the bowl on the bedside table. "Mom cooked a bowl of noodles. She rolled the noodles herself and tossed them with green peppers and shredded pork. I heard that this is your favorite noodle."
There was no movement under the quilt.
Liang Xin stood by the bed, waited for a while, put the chopsticks on the bowl of noodles, walked to the head of the bed, and suddenly felt something was wrong.
The quilt was shaking slightly.
She hastened to lift the quilt, but it didn't move, it was wrapped tightly around her.
"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
“…Don’t come over here.”
The sound seemed to be squeezed out from clenched teeth, and Liang Xin's mind immediately popped up what Brother Ma said. She quickly walked to the other side, pulled open a corner of the quilt with force, and saw his wet black hair through the gap.
“Where are the painkillers?”
The quilt was shaking more and more violently, as if it was enduring pain, so painful that it was speechless.
Liang Xin hurried downstairs and shouted as she stood at the stairs: "Mom, where are Chongfeng's painkillers?"
The first floor was soon brightly lit, and all the family members gathered in the bridal chamber.
Xiao Shi stayed in the office dormitory at night. The guard and Chief Lu tried their best but failed to pull Lu Zewei's quilt open. They were so anxious that they were sweating profusely.
Hu Fenglian held the pills and the teacup, and cursed Chief Lu, then cursed her son, choking as she cursed.
"Xiao Wei, go down and call the security department." After saying that, Chief Lu stopped him again, "Call the hospital directly and ask them to send an ambulance."
"Wait a moment."
Liang Xin stopped the guard who was about to run out and looked at the two elders, "You go and rest first. I know what medicine to give him. Leave this to me."
Chief Lu looked at Liang Xin in surprise.
Hu Fenglian was also slightly surprised. "Liang Xin, how can you do this alone? Besides, Chong Feng's illness is different from others. He used to hit his head against the wall. I'm afraid... he might hurt you again."
"Leave it to me first. If it doesn't work, call the hospital."
Liang Xin finally persuaded her family to leave and closed the door.
He walked to the bed and sat down, picked up the hand-rolled noodles with green pepper and shredded pork that were almost burnt, and ate one bite after another, slurping them deliberately.
After eating a few bites, there was a sound of someone turning over with difficulty on the bed.
Liang Xin continued to slurp the noodles and chew them with a crunching sound.
"You..." Lu Zewei showed his eyes and saw the scene outside the quilt. His dark pupils trembled a few times and he squeezed out a sound from between his teeth, "You... can't even pretend..."
"I think you're right."
Lu Zewei's brows, which had been furrowed into a needle shape, suddenly relaxed.
For a moment, it seemed that even the splitting headache and unbearable heartache just now stopped.
He watched Liang Xin eat noodles and asked, "What did you say?"
"I said, you are right."
Liang Xin put the remaining half bowl of noodles back on the bedside table and looked back at him. "Want to continue listening? Take the medicine first."
Lu Zewei's brows furrowed into needle-shaped furrows again, "You are plotting against me again."
"Take medicine if it hurts. Otherwise, even though you won't be able to see any difference on the outside for the time being, by the time you can see it one day, the pain will have already eaten away your body. When the opportunity you want comes, but you are powerless, then your disease will be difficult to cure for the rest of your life, and you will become a complete invalid."
“This medicine doesn’t work.”
Lu Zewei spoke fluently and suddenly realized that the pain seemed to be getting better, and he was immediately surprised.
Ever since I developed headaches and heart pains with no known cause, every time an attack occurs, even if I take painkillers, the pain lasts for at least half a day before it gets better.
Even if you get better, it feels like you've died again. You're exhausted and it takes a long time to recover before you have the strength to communicate normally.
This time it took only half a day for the condition to improve... Since Liang Xin started to speak, the pain has subsided and she can speak fluently.
Liang Xin handed the pill to Lu Zewei, ignoring his dry, pale, and bleeding lips, "Do you need me to help you sit up?"
Lu Zewei's wet hair was scattered messily on his forehead, beads of sweat hung from his exposed chin to his neck, and his whole body was exhausted.
But remember the "He Can't" hat...
Lu Zewei forced himself to sit up slowly and with great effort, despite his weak body.
While trying to stand up, I began to agree with what Liang Xin said.
After each attack, the symptoms were temporarily not visible on the surface of the body, but he could indeed detect subtle signs of increasing weakness. Just like now, he even had the illusion that he was a broken body.
Lu Zewei lay against the head of the bed, his face pale, more blood oozing from his cracked lips, and the white shirt on his chest was completely wet, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.
He stood up and made himself look terribly miserable. He couldn't take off the label of "not being able to do it".
He held out his hand to take the pills.
Liang Xin retracted her hand again.
Lu Zewei: “?”
Liang Xin noticed that his pale face was showing an abnormal redness, so she put her hand on his forehead, which was burning hot to the touch. "You have a fever. Did you catch a cold from sweating, or did you get cold because you wore too thin clothes when you went out today?"
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