The mist in the valley was very cool, and the white fog passed between the tents, blowing the brightly colored battle flags.
Tonight, the sky was nice. After a series of rainy days, it suddenly became sunny.
The night sky is filled with stars, as if they are blessing and admonishing the soldiers to feel the beauty of this moment.
It was late at night and the snoring of the soldiers could be heard from the tent. Chu Yifeng also fell asleep with three letters from home in his arms.
…
Chu Hongtian opened the door, reeking of alcohol. He felt worse than anyone else, and how could he express it? He'd find someone he could talk to about common ground with, someone who'd been in the same trenches before, and drink with him!
In this way, he and Junhui's father placed peanuts in front of them, held enamel pots in their hands, and drank sip after sip of white wine.
The more he drank, the sadder he felt, and General Chu's eyes turned red several times.
Chu Hongchi and his younger brother are the only two brothers in the Chu family!
He is gone, sacrificed. He had such an outstanding younger brother, who was more educated and eloquent than him. If he were still alive, could he have been more successful than him?
Chu Yifeng, his son, the only boy, must be the precious baby who carries on the family line for his father Chu!
Although he was naughty since he was young, all the uncles and aunts in the compound would praise him for being good-looking and very smart!
All along, that kid has never let him down.
He never praised it, but when other people's sons gave him a stack of money for free, he would not exchange it. That was like hitting him and making him regret it for a long time!
Junhui's father was drunk and started to talk. He pulled Chu Hongtian's arm and talked about Junhui's childhood.
When Chu Hongtian drank too much, he would reminisce about the past. The two loudmouths drank until midnight before going home together. They were both holding back on what they had been holding back, and they didn't know how to explain it to their crying wives at home.
"Yeah!" Chu Hongtian cleared his throat, hoping to be treated the same way he was before running away from home.
In the past, whenever he came home, his pretty wife would bring him shoes and help him put them on. She had been doing this for decades.
He was drunk and acted like a spoiled child, standing at the door waiting.
Liang Yinqiu opened the bedroom door. Her hair, which she usually wore in a bun, had already been let down. She appeared in a set of plaid cotton pajamas. She glanced at Chu Hongtian with a cold look, then turned around, closed the door and went in.
"You! You bitch..."
With a "bang", Liang Yinqiu opened the door too quickly and her shoulder hit the door frame. She frowned and her voice was like ice:
"Bitch? Chu Hongtian, who are you calling a bitch? If you can't speak, get out!"
Liang Yinqiu finished shouting these two words, which she thought were harsh. Father Chu was fine, but she was the first one to blush with embarrassment due to anger.
Father Chu was stunned for a moment, then thought he had misheard. Seeing Liang Yinqiu's evasive look, he became arrogant again.
He changed his shoes from slippers, threw the briefcase in his hand, and strode forward, whispering a warning as he walked: "I think you deserve a beating, you bitch!"
His square face, flushed from drinking, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, looked genuinely angry, whether it was real or fake. He grabbed Liang Yinqiu's arm with his big hand and dragged her into the bedroom. With a "snap" sound, a crisp sound...
Liang Yinqiu struggled hard, but she couldn't beat Father Chu. She felt like she couldn't live like this anymore! Tears streamed down her face.
She was already so old, yet he spanked her again.
A feeling of humiliation washed over her. At this moment, she regretted it so much that her intestines were turning green. Why did she marry such an illiterate old man? She was so blind!
In Chu's father's life, there are very few people and things that he is afraid of. When his eldest brother-in-law was taken away for investigation and torture because of his identity, he did not hesitate. But he is afraid of the woman in his family crying. It is really annoying. She cries and howls like a chicken. She can wipe away her tears for a whole morning.
After seeing that the bedroom door was closed and that it was still late, Father Chu felt relieved. He turned over Liang Yinqiu, who was squatting and crying, and hugged her in his arms.
The thick fingers wanted to wipe the tears, but Liang Yinqiu turned her head away in a flash. Chu Hongtian muttered in his throat:
"This is no joke. You're already so old, and you're still using the same tactics you used when you were younger to treat me!"
"Am I punishing you? Can I subdue you? Who are you, a dignified general? Do you have the guts to stay home?"
Before Liang Yinqiu finished speaking, Chu Hongtian stared at his wife in his arms. He didn't know what had gone wrong, perhaps it was because he had drunk too much, but he suddenly remembered that when he went to the battlefield, his wife in front of him was only in her early twenties, holding their eldest daughter, and she seemed to be crying, "Can I subdue you?"
"Xiao Qiu, Yifeng has gone to the front line. Let's wait for him to come back and then we can have fun together, okay?"
Tears were still dripping from her eyes. Liang Yinqiu's eyes widened rapidly, losing her previous fragile appearance. She said in disbelief, "What?!"
…
There was really no quarrel. Liang Yinqiu sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, covering his heart, listening to Chu Hongtian talking beside him.
Just as Liang Yinqiu was about to turn around and speak, the couple had never expected that at this moment, they would hear someone so foolish as to say something that hurt them so much.
The bedroom door was pushed open by someone from outside, and a petite old lady appeared at the door. People often talk about the eldest son and the eldest grandson, which shows the status of Chu Yifeng in the old lady's heart.
The old lady felt that after hearing this letter, she might as well hand someone a knife and dig out her heart!
Standing at the door, hunched over, tears streaming down his face, his heart truly filled with emotion.
When I was eavesdropping, I was so shocked that I couldn't speak, but when I opened the door, I couldn't control my emotions anymore.
Old Madam Chu slapped her thigh with one hand, covered her wrinkled face with the other, and cried:
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