Reborn 1980: Scientific research leader farms to serve the motherland

Chapter 430 Uncle Arrives

Jiang Xia's one sentence, Jiang Dongcheng's affectionate interpretation was stuck.

In contrast, Jiang Xiaxiao was gentlemanly and polite, and his tone was like a seductive messenger from hell.

"Do you still remember your uncle, Jiang Donghua?"

"That's Jiang Donghua, who is four years older than you and has been taking care of you when your grandparents were away?"

"That Jiang Donghua who wants you to eat even though he is hungry?"

"Is that Jiang Donghua who almost drowned to save you?"

"That's the Jiang Donghua you always said disappeared."

Every time Jiang Xia spoke, his tone became a little more intense, gradually pressing on Jiang Dongcheng's nerves.

The name Jiang Donghua is considered a taboo in the Jiang family.

When Jiang Dongcheng was seven years old, 11-year-old Jiang Donghua suddenly disappeared in the war zone.

It is self-evident what it means when the war zone disappears.

The 11-year-old Jiang Donghua is obedient, sensible, sensible and sincere. He is even the captain of the juvenile guerrillas, and he can hit every target with a slingshot.

Although parents shouldn't have preferences, he is really Grandpa Jiang's pride.

But such a young man who was praised and liked by everyone died at the age of 11.

When Grandpa Jiang told Grandma Jiang that she knew the news, Jiang Donghua had been dead for two months and ten days. Endless regret and guilt, and the accompanying longing, continued to devour the two of them.

But they can't go, they can't leave.

Who hasn’t lost a loved one in a war zone?

"Jiang Dongcheng, I found my uncle Jiang Donghua, are you happy?"

Jiang Xia's eyes as black as the abyss looked at Jiang Dongcheng, waiting for his answer.

"No, no, it's impossible, Jiang Donghua is dead! He is dead! He is dead!"

Jiang Dongcheng's performance was suddenly interrupted. He looked at Jiang Xia with a crazy expression and shouted: "Jiang Donghua is dead! He is dead!"

"It's such a shame that I'm still alive."

The sudden sound caused people around to look behind Jiang Xia.

A white knitted shirt, casual sports pants, and a pair of comfortable old Jingshi cloth shoes on his feet, with cold feet underneath the cloth shoes.

The person who comes is in a wheelchair.

Jiang Xia turned around, his attitude was visibly different, and his whole body was filled with warmth. He walked to the wheelchair, held the handle of the wheelchair with both hands, and said with intimacy in his blame: "Didn't you say you'd wait for me to push you?"

"Didn't I see that the atmosphere was here?"

The words of the man, that is, Jiang Donghua, made Jiang Xia smile helplessly and intimately, pushed Jiang Donghua's wheelchair to the front of the crowd, and faced Jiang Donghua.

Jiang Donghua, who was sitting, nodded slightly to the people around him and said softly: "I'm sorry to disturb you all."

This simple sentence made the people around him feel flattered, and they responded repeatedly: "No, no."

The two people in front of them, one sitting and the other standing, have almost the same appearance, but their temperaments are completely different.

If Jiang Dongcheng relies on his appearance and elegant temperament to stand out in the circle, and feels a bit standout among his colleagues, then the appearance of Jiang Donghua is the difference between true and false.

A true Confucian scholar, a fake impostor.

Even though Jiang Donghua was sitting in a wheelchair, everyone's eyes were still attracted to this man.

Jiang Donghua, who was in a wheelchair, finished speaking to everyone, his eyes fell on Jiang Dongcheng, and he was filled with emotions for a while.

"Dongcheng, you are old."

"Haha, that's right. I'm already like this."

Jiang Donghua's words seemed to have triggered some switch. Jiang Dongcheng, who had been stuck, suddenly woke up. There was no joy in seeing his relatives in his eyes, only fear.

Jiang Dongcheng pointed his finger at Jiang Donghua, and kept retreating, shouting: "Impossible! Impossible! You can't be alive! It's impossible to be alive!"

After Jiang Donghua saw Jiang Dongcheng's performance, he felt a little more disappointed.

"Why can't I be alive?"

Jiang Donghua's questioning made Jiang Dongcheng, who was a little confused, blurt out: "You were bombed to death! I saw it with my own eyes, you were bombed to death!"

Jiang Donghua, who was in the wheelchair, suddenly lifted the small blanket on his legs, and his empty trouser legs were lifted up.

"what---"

"hiss---"

"My God!"

The horrific scar was at the base of the thigh, almost cut in half.

"I was indeed bombed, but I was lucky enough not to die."

"Look, I worked hard to survive just to come back to you. Are you happy?"

The horrific wound made Jiang Dongcheng retreat even more frightened. He stumbled, fell to the ground, put his hands on the ground, shook his head hard, and became even more confused.

"Don't look for me, don't look for me, don't look for me!"

Jiang Dongcheng shook his head vigorously, with a frightened look that gradually made the people around him look suspicious.

Anyone who lives in Beijing knows Jiang Donghua.

During that period, Jiang Donghua, the son of Jiaojiao and a leader, disappeared at a young age.

Grandpa Jiang told the public that he was missing when he disappeared, but because a complete body was not found, he was unwilling to admit his death.

But in fact, everyone thought Jiang Donghua was dead.

Logically speaking, Jiang Dongcheng, who is Jiang Donghua's younger brother, should be happy that such a character is still alive, but what does it mean to be like this now?

Jiang Donghua, who was in a wheelchair, saw Jiang Dongcheng who had no regrets, and the small gap in his heart gradually closed.

Just like Jiang Xia said, Jiang Donghua is broken to his core.

Jiang Donghua, who was in the wheelchair, covered himself with a blanket, bent slightly and looked at Jiang Dongcheng.

"Don't be afraid, brother doesn't blame you."

"You were scared when you met the enemy. I understand that you accidentally pushed me into the place where the explosives were buried, right?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone took a deep breath.

Jiang Donghua was pushed into the explosive by his own brother?

Jiang Dongcheng on the ground has completely lost his mind. Jiang Donghua is a place he cannot touch. He is really afraid of Jiang Donghua.

From childhood to adulthood, Jiang Donghua has been taking care of Jiang Dongcheng alone, and he should be the person closest to Jiang Dongcheng.

If the two brothers only have one steamed bun, Jiang Donghua will give it to Jiang Dongcheng to eat, while he drinks cold water next to him.

But it was such a brother who devoted himself to him. When the two saw suspicious enemy troops, Jiang Dong became a threat to his own safety. He pushed Jiang Donghua from behind into the place where the bomb was buried, detonated the bomb, and attracted the enemy's attention. He He took the opportunity to run away.

"Don't come to me! There's nothing I can do, there's nothing I can do!"

"You are my brother, you said you would protect me!"

"You said you would protect me even to the death! Why are you still looking for me!"

Jiang Donghua was in the wheelchair, bent over, staring straight at Jiang Dongcheng, with relief in his eyes.

So, is that what he thought?

"I see, for so many years, I have been wondering why? You are right, I am willing to die to save you."

"However, the method of being pushed in by my own brother is the most unacceptable to me."

"I can be proactive, but I can't be passive. These are two different things, aren't they?"