Parents' Love: My Childhood Sweethearts with Jiang Weidong

As Jiang Weidong's bedmate, Lin Wangshu knew him best. Since she said that the person in the photo was not Jiang Weidong, the higher-ups were relieved.

Although there is still no news about Jiang Weidong, no news is the best news, at least it means that he is still alive.

Therefore, the higher-ups distributed Jiang Weidong's photo to the company, ordering them to inquire about Jiang Weidong's whereabouts while they were capturing prisoners.

Lin Wangshu's request to go to the front lines to offer condolences was initially refused by his superiors, as bullets on the front lines are indiscriminate and there is still a certain degree of danger.

Not to mention that Jiang Weidong's fate is currently unknown, it would be unreasonable to ask his wife to risk her life as well.

But now, on the battlefield between the two armies, Jiang Weidong's "sacrifice" has become material for Vietnam/South Korea to use in psychological warfare, and they use it as a topic in their broadcasts every day.

The soldiers on the front lines were outraged by this, and the higher-ups were worried that they might act rashly and fall for the enemy's provocations. Therefore, Lin Wangshu, the person directly involved, became the best person to calm the soldiers down.

After careful consideration, the higher authorities approved Lin Wangshu's request, and he will soon head south.

When leaving Songshan Island, An Jie held Lin Wangshu's hand with tears in her eyes. She wanted to ask Lin Wangshu to stay, but she knew that her mind was made up and that it would be no use to persuade her.

After gazing at each other for a long time, Anjie choked out only one sentence: "Good boy, come back alive."

Lin Wangshu's eyes welled up with tears. She hugged An Jie tightly and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I will come back with Weidong. Wait for us!"

After saying this, fearing that tears would well up in her eyes, Lin Wangshu resolutely turned and boarded the ship, leaving behind the worries and expectations of her family.

Conditions at the front lines are harsh, water resources are precious, and there isn't enough for everyone to drink, let alone pay attention to personal hygiene.

Lin Wangshu touched her waist-length hair. Although it looked beautiful normally, it was a burden when she went to the front line.

So she made a special trip to the hair salon, not asking for a fancy haircut, just a neat, ear-length bob.

Touching the long, black, shiny hair, the hairdresser seemed even more reluctant than Lin Wangshu to part with it, saying regretfully, "Comrade, why don't you reconsider? Such beautiful hair is hard to maintain; it would be a shame to cut it."

Lin Wangshu showed no reluctance, and insisted with her eyes closed, "No need to think about it, just cut it."

Hair can grow back, so there's nothing to regret.

Upon hearing this, the barber sighed, gathered the long hair in his hands, picked up the scissors and snipped a few times, and Lin Wangshu felt her head relax a lot.

After a few simple trims, her ear-length bob was complete.

Looking at her short hair in the mirror, Lin Wangshu felt a sense of dashing elegance and nodded in satisfaction.

Sitting on the southbound train, Lin Wangshu looked out the window with her backpack. The scenery was completely different from that in the north, and the weather was gradually becoming humid and sultry.

As they drew closer to the front lines, Lin Wangshu's heart pounded faster and faster; she could feel herself getting closer and closer to Jiang Weidong.

Jiang Weidong was indeed still alive, but he was in a rather disheveled state, his skin tanned dark by the sun, and his clothes were so badly snagged by tree branches that they barely covered his body.

Drinking dew and eating snakes and insects every day, Jiang Weidong felt that he was no different from a savage.

Moreover, he not only had to guard against poisonous snakes, insects, and mosquitoes, but also against the occasional appearance of local villagers.

Although these local people seem harmless, whether it's a young child carrying a basket to chop firewood or a pretty girl washing clothes in a wooden basin, they are all different.

One second they might be all smiles and friendly with you, the next they might pull out a gun from somewhere and point it at you.

This is the lesson Jiang Weidong learned from instinctively throwing his dagger and stabbing a little boy holding a grenade in a life-or-death situation.

As a member of a righteous army, Jiang Weidong grew up singing "The Three Main Rules of Discipline and the Eight Points for Attention," and the rule against indiscriminate killing of innocent people was an ironclad law ingrained in his bones.

He never imagined that one day he would take the life of a child who was only as tall as his legs in order to save his own.

After this incident, Jiang Weidong had nightmares for several days, always dreaming of the child's hateful eyes as he lay dying.

But he had to do it; from the moment the boy picked up a weapon, he was his enemy, and the grenade in the boy's hand was equally deadly.

After figuring things out, Jiang Weidong stopped dwelling on it and became more hardened in his heart. However, unless absolutely necessary, he tried to avoid going to populated areas.

In this boundless jungle, Jiang Weidong didn't know where to go. Sometimes he felt as if he was the only person left in the world, and the boundless loneliness was almost driving him crazy.

At night, gazing at the moon and reminiscing about the joy he shared with Lin Wangshu became Jiang Weidong's only way to pass the time during this difficult period.

As if by good luck, Jiang Weidong actually met a comrade who had fallen behind. After being introduced, Jiang Weidong learned that his name was Liu Jijun.

When asked why he fell behind, Liu Jijun scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and stammered that he had to go to the toilet while marching, and only after he finished did he realize that he could no longer see the rest of the group.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Weidong couldn't help but smile, revealing the first smile he'd shown in a while. But fearing that Liu Jijun would feel awkward, he coughed and quickly suppressed his smile.

Upon learning Jiang Weidong's name, Liu Jijun was very surprised, "So you're that pilot? You're not dead?"

Jiang Weidong's face immediately darkened. "I'm perfectly fine, don't curse me."

"No, I didn't curse you, that's not what I said." Seeing that he had misunderstood, Liu Jijun hurriedly waved his hand and explained to him the leaflets that had been scattered on the battlefield after he went missing.

"These disgusting monkeys, they resort to these underhanded tricks when they can't catch me." Jiang Weidong was furious and punched a tree next to him.

Jiang Weidong was anxious. He knew that news of his "death" would soon reach his family, and he didn't know how sad his mother and Wang Shu would be.

At this moment, Jiang Weidong couldn't wait to go back, fly his fighter jet, and blast those monkeys to smithereens.

"Comrade, you're very skilled, but you don't know the way. As for me, although I'm not so skilled, I have a way to get you back to China. How about we go home together?"

Liu Jijun's home is separated from Vietnam by only a river. He grew up in the forest and his hometown dialect is somewhat similar to Vietnamese.

He was a new recruit with little combat experience, but he knew his own limitations. He knew he would never make it back to China on his own. But with the veteran Jiang Weidong by his side, things were different.

After discussing it, the two of them supported each other and headed towards their homeland.

One day, the two unknowingly stumbled upon the edge of a small village. Jiang Weidong, with his sharp ears, could hear voices from afar.

He alertly pulled Liu Jijun back, who was still talking, made a few gestures to him, and pointed to the tree. After Liu nodded, he climbed up the tree.

After a while, several men dressed as villagers walked over, carrying farm tools on their shoulders, and speaking in a language that Jiang Weidong couldn't understand.

When they reached the tree where they were hiding, Jiang Weidong's breathing became lighter and lighter, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on the dagger. He never underestimated these villagers.

These people are very vigilant, and they could be discovered if they are not careful. Fortunately, they were probably chatting and did not notice anything amiss.

After they had gone far away, Jiang Weidong breathed a sigh of relief and jumped down from the tree.

"What were they saying just now?" Jiang Weidong asked Liu Jijun casually as he continued on his way.

When Liu Jijun heard him ask this, he frowned and thought for a while before saying, "It seems that they made a fortune, and all the chickens and ducks raised in the village were bought up by a nearby base."

"They even said they really hoped this war would last as long as possible, so that the base could continue to exist and continue to come to their village to buy food."

At this point, Liu Jijun added indignantly, "What kind of people are these? They've ruined our village to the point where we can't survive anymore, and they still want to continue fighting!"

Jiang Weidong ignored him, frowning thoughtfully. This base must have been set up temporarily, yet the food conditions were so good; it must be something special.

Thinking of this, Jiang Weidong had an idea and grabbed Liu Jijun, "Jijun, do you want to make a contribution?"