Xu Zhuohua looked at the man's resolute face and said, "Your name is very beautiful."
Liang Shaozun curled his lips into a smile, "I just didn't have the chance to tell Wenyun. I originally wanted to tell her on our wedding night, but I didn't have the chance."
Just as Xu Zhuohua was about to say something, a sudden gust of wind blew in.
The burning paper money was blown away.
It made it fly up and swirl around Liang Shaozun, the burning paper scraps enveloping him like a tornado, like a lover's embrace.
The surrounding flames flew higher and higher before finally falling back to their original position.
Xu Zhuohua looked on in surprise, Liang Shaozun was already in tears.
It seemed that Cheng Wenyun had really heard his name, and then, leaning against the wind, she told her lover that she knew.
Xu Zhuohua, an atheist, also began to believe in fate at this moment.
Hot tears fell, and Xu Zhuohua and Liang Shaozun cried together.
If people truly have souls, then even if they cannot see, feel, or respond to their loved ones...
But it's good to be able to see your loved ones and hear what they say.
Xu Zhuohua's legs were a little numb from squatting for too long. She stood up, bracing herself against the cold ground. Suddenly being away from the warm source of heat, her face felt a little cold, and she couldn't help but shrink herself further into her coat collar.
"I'm going back now. You can talk to Wenjun alone."
Xu Zhuohua turned around and suddenly saw two familiar figures.
Chen Hede, dressed in a black winter police overcoat, silently watched Xu Zhuohua.
Beside him were apricot blossoms, which he hadn't seen in a long time.
Since Xinghua started teaching dance at the Paramount Ballroom, she has never returned to the Xu family. She is now a free woman and works for Chen Hede, so she has a decent employer.
She was wearing a solemn black coat, her expression serious, and she looked much thinner, a far cry from her previous youthful appearance.
"Chen Hede?" Xu Zhuohua asked.
Liang Shaozun turned around, tears still clinging to his face. "Weren't you in Dongzhou?"
Because of the cold weather and increased freight volume, many mountain roads and waterways were difficult to travel. The Xu family sent people to Dongzhou to plan routes, and Cheng Muyun and Chen Hede went with them.
Xu Zhuohua asked, "You're back after only half a month?"
She looked behind the two of them and asked, "Where's Cheng Muyun?"
Chen Hede frowned, and Xu Zhuohua's heart tightened. She asked anxiously, "What happened? Has something happened?"
Xinghua hesitated before speaking: "Miss, we followed the south-east route all the way east, and found that the route was occupied at Tiger Wolf Mountain on the border of Dongzhou. The investigation revealed that it was done by the Japanese. When they were fighting over the route, the second young master and the young marshal were seriously injured. We came back to find reinforcements."
Police officers cannot be moved around at will, and Cheng Muyun, a trusted confidant in the military, has also taken all of them away. Now, all their men are left are those kept by Liang Shaozun.
So they came to find Liang Shaozun.
Today is the 47th day after Cheng Wenjun's death. They came to the Cheng family ancestral graves to look for someone, but unexpectedly, Xu Zhuohua was also there.
Chen Hede didn't actually want to tell Xu Zhuohua, and Cheng Muyun had already instructed him not to let Xu Zhuohua take any risks.
But deep down, Chen Hede felt that Xu Zhuohua wanted to know; she probably didn't like being deceived.
"Is the injury serious?" Xu Zhuohua asked.
Chen Hede said, "I'm lucky. I was shot in the shoulder while saving Xu Jixin."
For Cheng Muyun, this was not a major injury.
But Xu Zhuohua's heart was still pounding.
This matter cannot be told to Cheng Yuguang, because the entire Cheng family is still immersed in grief, and the Cheng family cannot bear to lose their last child.
Without the help of the army, it's uncertain whether Liang Shaozun's men alone can recapture the power line.
Xu Zhuohua said, "I'm going to go see them."
Chen Hede sighed, "It's too dangerous. The young marshal won't agree to let you go."
Xu Zhuohua stubbornly said, "I don't care whether he agrees or not. If you don't take me with you, I'll go by myself."
Chen Hede had no choice but to agree, because Xu Zhuohua really kept his word.
...
Xu Zhuohua truly realized what a massive undertaking the Eastbound Southern Route was.
Starting from Xinhai City, we switched from cruise ships to cars, and then from cars to horses.
Cheng Muyun and members of the Xu family were present at almost every post station.
The network of lines is interconnected, so even if one line becomes unusable for some reason, it can be replaced by another line.
From south to east, there was a post station every ten li, a warehouse every hundred li, and a large, centralized station every one hundred and fifty li.
It's very similar to a modern express delivery network.
Such a large scale presents a huge challenge not only in terms of controlling the lines but also in managing the personnel.
No wonder Cheng Muyun wanted to participate from the very beginning, rather than directly replace him.
The Xu family still holds a certain advantage in interpersonal relationships.
Moreover, almost everyone at every post station only recognized the Xu family.
Before setting off, Xu Shinong came to find Xu Zhuohua and gave her a jade pendant.
The jade pendant is carved with a blooming kapok flower, representing the Xu family.
As long as this jade pendant is brought out, everyone on the east-to-south route will recognize it.
It was because of this jade pendant that even a large group of people could quickly reach Tiger Wolf Mountain on the border of Dongzhou.
Xu Zhuohua calculated that it would take a total of three days and two nights, which was even faster than a direct train.
At the foot of Tiger Wolf Mountain, there is a large station occupying a hilltop, easy to defend and difficult to attack. It has several rows of red brick and tile houses, and a row of red handmade lanterns hangs on the gate.
Xu Zhuohua felt that with the addition of two watchtowers, they could directly become kings of the mountain.
The group arrived late at night.
Xu Jixin, leaning on his cane, stood at the door to greet everyone, and was clearly taken aback when he saw Xu Zhuohua.
"I made a bet with the young marshal that you might come."
Xu Zhuohua, exhausted from the long journey, finally arrived at her destination and felt a bit more refreshed. "Who won?"
Xu Jixin smiled and reached out to pinch Xu Zhuohua's cheek. "Of course, it's your Young Marshal Cheng."
Xu Zhuohua smiled and asked, "How did you get so badly injured?"
Xu Jixin said, "I twisted my ankle while escaping. It's nothing serious, but Young Marshal Cheng might not be doing so well."
Chen Hede asked, "Has his condition worsened?"
Xu Jixin frowned and glanced at Xu Zhuohua. "The wound got infected, and she had a fever, which just subsided. She's resting now."
"I want to see him." Xu Zhuohua grabbed Xu Jixin's hand.
When Xu Zhuohua entered, Zhang Qi was sitting on the edge of Cheng Muyun's bed, half asleep. When he was startled awake, he saw Xu Zhuohua and was about to open his mouth when Xu Zhuohua put her hand to her mouth.
Zhang Qi lowered his voice, "The young marshal just fell asleep and his fever has subsided."
Xu Zhuohua nodded, and Zhang Qi left without making a sound.
There were two heaters in the room, and Cheng Muyun was covered with a thick quilt, making his face very red from the heat.
Since Cheng Wenyun's death, even though the two slept together every day, Cheng Muyun was rarely seen sleeping so peacefully.
Xu Zhuohua took off her coat and sat on the edge of the bed.
After warming her fingers by rubbing them together, Xu Zhuohua gently placed her hand on Cheng Muyun's forehead.
It's slightly warm, not hot.
Her fingers slid down his hairline.
No sweat.
She gently ran her fingers through his hair.
Amidst her lush black hair, a few glaring white strands were hidden.
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