"Grandma, I think Grandpa might not be an ordinary person."
Zhou Shuya's eyes flashed after hearing this, and she said calmly, "You're just a kid who loves to daydream. What's with all this talk about ordinary or extraordinary? It's almost eight o'clock, have you finished your homework?"
"Oh, Grandma, tomorrow's a holiday, I'll do it tomorrow."
"No! Hurry up and go." After urging Ding Qiangguo upstairs, Zhou Shuya walked to the window. Fifty years had passed in the blink of an eye. The sycamore-lined road outside was no longer the same as it had been when she was a child. People came and went, and vehicles flowed endlessly.
People come and go here, but the only things that remain unchanged are the still tall and straight sycamore trees and the century-old villas.
The scenes that once unfolded in this old house seem to be right before my eyes, but the people in those scenes are long gone.
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One autumn evening 50 years ago.
Chen Zhuo pushed open the door, bringing a chill with him, but his eyes held an incredibly relaxed smile. Zhou Shanhuai and Song Xiaowen, who were sitting in the living room talking, stood up in surprise, "Chen Zhuo!"
"Chen Zhuo, you're finally back!" Song Xiaowen excitedly stepped forward and looked Chen Zhuo up and down. When she found that Chen Zhuo was truly unharmed, her heart finally settled down.
"Is everything resolved? Is everything alright now?"
"Oh right, does your return mean the plan was successful and you're safe?" The men in black who had been guarding the house all afternoon suddenly left, which made Song Xiaowen very nervous. She was afraid that something had happened to Chen Zhuo and worried all afternoon.
Chen Zhuo knew he had worried the two of them these past few days. He gently hugged Song Xiaowen and nodded to Zhou Shanhuai, "It's all alright now. Everything is over. From now on, we will live peaceful and tranquil lives."
Song Xiaowen felt like she was dreaming, the same dream she had just had a couple of days ago. She couldn't believe it, her voice trembling, "You, you're saying... is it true? The war is going to end?"
Chen Zhuo nodded. "Yes, the war is really over."
"The War of Resistance Against Japan has been won?" Zhou Shanhuai was shocked when he heard this. Although there had been frequent reports of victories recently, how could a war of aggression that had lasted for seven years end so easily?
"Yes, we won." Chen Zhuo couldn't help but smile when he said the word "victory," and then, without waiting for Song Xiaowen and Zhou Shanhuai to ask more questions, he couldn't wait to ask, "Where's my brother?"
"He's resting upstairs." A strange emotion flashed in Song Xiaowen's eyes, but Chen Zhuo didn't notice it at all. He couldn't contain his excitement and joy. He wanted to see Chen Ke immediately. He wanted to share this good news with him, to tell him that he had returned alive, that their war was about to end, and that they had won!
Chen Zhuo experienced the kind of relief that comes from being alive when he thought he was going to die, and this relief was amplified by Chen Ke. Chen Zhuo couldn't suppress his smile and, like a young boy, rushed upstairs in a few steps, ignoring Song Xiaowen and the others' calls.
When he finally reached the door, he gripped the handle but couldn't push it open.
Complex and surging emotions lingered in his chest. Having experienced the moment of death, Chen Zhuo no longer wanted to suppress those desires and delusions. He just wanted to indulge himself and let his desires run rampant. Madness surged in Chen Zhuo's eyes.
Gently turn the handle.
But then came Chen Ke's voice from behind: "Heh, you're back?"
Chen Zhuo turned his head sharply, his eyes still brimming with the elation on his face, but his brows were furrowed tightly. He glanced at the door behind "Chen Ke" and asked, "Brother, why are you staying in that room?"
Chen Ke shrugged indifferently and chuckled, "This is my room. Where else would I live? Yours? Heh—"
Two soft laughs sent Chen Zhuo completely off balance. He swiftly moved, pinning "Chen Ke" against the wall by the neck, his eyes blazing with barely suppressed murderous intent. He growled in a low voice, "Tell me, where did he go? Where did you take him?"
Chen Ke's face stiffened with pain. "...What are you talking about? I don't know."
Chen Zhuo grabbed "Chen Ke" by the neck, his arm swelled up, and "Chen Ke" immediately had difficulty breathing and his face turned liver-colored.
"I'll ask you one more time, where did you take him!" Every word seemed to be forced out through gritted teeth.
"Chen Ke" kept pulling at Chen Zhuo's arm, his eyes filled with pain, his words broken and fragmented, "Let go, let go, I, I am your brother..."
Chen Zhuo ignored him, "I'm asking you, where did he go!"
As the voice faded, Chen Zhuo, who had lost his mind, clenched his fists tighter and tighter. Like "Chen Ke" nailed to the wall, his feet began to lift off the ground, his mouth was wide open, and his eyes began to roll back.
"Ah! Chen Zhuo, let go!" Song Xiaowen, who had been worried, heard the commotion and went upstairs to check. She exclaimed in surprise.
Zhou Shanhuai, who was right behind him, was also in a panic. He rushed over and tried to stop Chen Zhuo. "Chen Zhuo, let go! This is your brother! You brothers can talk things out. Why are you fighting? Let go!"
Chen Zhuo couldn't listen to anything; all he knew was that Chen Ke had disappeared again, and the immense panic had completely robbed him of his reason.
Seemingly finding Song Xiaowen and Zhou Shanhuai in the way, Chen Zhuo carried the nearly unconscious "Chen Ke" into the house and threw him on the ground with a "thud," leaving Song Xiaowen and Zhou Shanhuai outside.
"Chen Zhuo, Chen Zhuo! Calm down!"
"Chen Zhuo, open the door! Open the door!" Song Xiaowen and Zhou Shanhuai kept banging on the door, but Chen Zhuo seemed not to hear them.
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