cold mountain frightened bird

He clenched his fists, suppressing the choking in his throat.

In the 35th year of the Republic of China, the first sting after the surrender of the Japanese army.

In the office of the director of the National Government's Confidential Bureau, Zhou Shuwei was dressed in military uniform, standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back. The yard was verdant, and the fragrance of the soil was particularly strong after the rain.Nine years were not enough to heal the wounds in his heart. The price of his family, country and faith was too heavy. Even if the war was won, he could not feel the slightest joy.

The heavy snow in Harbin, the deafening gunshots, the bright red that soaked into the deep snow, and that warm smile.

"Report." The secretary's voice interrupted Zhou Shuwei's thoughts. "Secretary. Director Shen of the Secret Telegram Department of the Military Control Bureau, please see me."

Zhou Shuwei nodded, turned around and walked towards the desk. There were solid footsteps behind him. The moment he turned around, the other party put on a military posture and gave him a military salute.

Time stood still, Zhou Shuwei stared at the officer in front of him, dressed in military uniform, with his left hand holding his military cap at his side, and his right hand handed him the document under his arm.

"Shen Zhan, Director of the Secret Telegram Department of the Military Control Bureau, has a telegram from Shangfeng to the bureau."

Those clear and bright eyes, that warm smile, everything seemed to be in a dream.

——End——