【Lou Cheng】Clear tea and wine

His real identity may never be made public, and he will always bear the infamy of being a lackey of the Wang puppet government.

The members of the Ming family are actually "dead people". If someone later found out their identities in Shanghai and found out that they were dead but they were still alive, they might not be able to bear the commotion caused.He didn't want their child to be discriminated against or insulted by others because of his identity. Since he was determined to protect Mingcheng and the child, he would not allow such hidden dangers to exist.

On the day they left, Mingtai and Cheng Jinyun came to see them off, and they simply said goodbye, because they would meet again in France soon.Mingtai gave Minglou two party badges before they boarded the plane, and the organization will never forget their contribution.Minglou smiled, and carefully put the party emblem in his breast pocket. He does not need to be remembered. He is just one of the thousands of Chinese who love the country and fight against Japan. China, which will stand in the east of the world, asked himself with no regrets.

The plane takes off, and they will eventually leave this beloved land and wander outside.But Minglou knew that one day their children would return to that native land, contribute their own strength to the development of New China, and bring them back to their roots.

END.

Mr. Rabbit said softly, ah, children, I will also be homesick, but I am small and wandering, and I still can't stop.

——— "Mr. Rabbit"

Extra Story - "Life is Parted"

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Fifteen has passed for a long time, and spring has quietly arrived while the taste of the year has dissipated.

Ah Xiang opened the window slightly to let the fresh air outside the window penetrate into the room.Minnuo bounced over and lay down on the window and took a deep breath, his clear blue eyes seemed to fill the sky, and the child's crisp voice was filled with pure surprise: "It's so fragrant, the flowers in the yard are blooming! "

Ah Xiang pursed her lips and smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes piled up slightly: "Yes, young master, it's time to bloom, I'll let your father take you out for a walk, and the flowers on the street are probably ready to bloom .”

Feeling the gaze from her husband tomorrow, she turned her head and said to Brice with a smile, "Nuo'er is the most active at this time, and now that the weather is getting warmer, it's time to take him around."

When Minnuo heard this, he smiled even more happily, and flung himself into tomorrow's arms joyously: "Papa, when are we going? Let's go now?"

"Running around just after eating," Brice took Minnuo into his arms and rubbed his soft hair. His blue eyes, which were exactly like Minnuo's, were full of doting, and his Chinese was still a little blunt. With a little French accent: "Papa is not in good health, digest it, and go later."

"Yeah!" Minnuo obediently agreed, but it's a pity that he was too young to hide what he was thinking, and the disappointment on his small face was obvious at a glance.

Tomorrow I will recover from a serious illness, and I will be so thin that it hurts my heart.Although his complexion has improved a lot, it is still hard to hide his fatigue.

Brice looked at the still sad and haggard tomorrow, his eyes flickered, and then asked Minnuo to sit in his arms, "Do you want to hear a story, Nuoer? Let Papa tell you a story about grandpa and grandma, okay?" "

The voice fell, and the room was silent.

Ah Xiang paused her hand for wiping the table, and lowered her eyes in a little embarrassment.Tomorrow raised his head and looked at Brice in a daze, unable to hide the deep pain in his eyes while being surprised.

Only Minnuo's eyes lit up for a moment, and he grinned, "Okay!"

Tomorrow's lips pursed and his fingers tightened.

"...I hope you can face up to this matter," Brice looked at tomorrow calmly. Since Minglou and Mingcheng passed away, tomorrow has been depressed all day long. He has been sick on and off for a month, and he still can't get over the pain of losing his parents. Come out: "Remember what your father said? The best remembrance is not indulging in grief, but moving on. They can't grow up with Nuoer, but maybe they can grow up with him in another way .”

"Brice..."

"Didn't you always want to write an article to remember them?" Brice continued, "I hope Noel and I will be the first ones to 'read'."

Minnuo didn't understand the meaning of nostalgia, he was still too young, he only knew that his grandparents had traveled far away and would not be able to return until a long time later.They were very kind to him and always smiled in front of him. Minnuo hated them very much, so he wanted to know more about them.

Ah Xiang had already burst into tears. Minglou and Mingcheng went there years ago, so they could survive that winter after all.

Mingcheng's body has been bedridden for several years because of the root cause of the disease left in his youth. Although Minglou's body has no obvious symptoms, it is aging more rapidly year by year.On that day, Minglou suddenly drove them all out of Mingcheng's bedside, and when they returned to the room, they found that the two of them had interlocked their index fingers and walked away peacefully.

Don't ask to be born in the same year and the same day, but to die in the same year and the same day.

Life cannot share the same nest, but death can share the same nest.

Knowing that this is the best destination for them, it is still difficult to suppress the pain in their hearts.

For tomorrow, apart from the pain, there are also regrets that can no longer be made up.

The son wants to support but the relative does not wait.

Compared with his younger siblings, tomorrow knows that Mingcheng endured the pain and permanent physical damage to give birth to him, and he will grow up and honor his parents since he was a child.But when he finally gained a firm foothold in his career and was able to honor his parents, they left him forever.

Tomorrow, suppressing the soreness at the tip of his nose, he let out a long sigh: "Aunt Xiang, don't clean up, just sit down and rest for a while."

Ah Xiang understood the meaning of tomorrow, found a place to sit down, and gently wiped the corners of her eyes with her cuff.

I opened my mouth tomorrow, and my mind was filled with memories of being with my parents in the past, but I didn't know where to start.

"...In Nuo'er's view, grandpa and grandma must be the same as ordinary grandpa and grandma in other families, kind and gentle, with limited legs and feet, but they know more than anyone else," Ming Nuo couldn't help but look at Ming Nuo's vigorous nodding. Squeezing his little face: "Papa always thought so when he was a child. They are no different from other people's parents. They are all ordinary people. If there is any difference, it means that they are very successful businessmen. Mother has always been Father's right-hand man, father strategizes and sees the overall situation at a glance, and mother arranges everything in an orderly manner. No matter how perfect the conspiracy is, it can't hurt the father's indifference, and no matter how difficult the negotiation is, it can't match the mother's laughter."

"Having money is naturally a good thing. It allows me and your aunt and uncle to do what we want without having to worry about the financial burden that failure will bring to the family. But in my mind, they just leave early and return late. Common people who are fighting for their families." Tomorrow's mouth smiles slightly, and his eyes gradually look away, as if he has returned to the happy days of childhood: "But your grandparents are far more than that. They not only take care of the little family Very good, and even put life and death aside for the sake of the country."

"Who hasn't heard a few stories about heroes who saved the country when they were young? Even Nuo'er has been familiar with it for a long time, but most of them are unreal things in books. When I learned about my parents' past from my aunt and aunt Xiang when I was an adult, I initially I can't believe it at all," looking at Brice tomorrow: "It wasn't until I had Nuoer in my stomach that I realized how much hardship they had gone through back then. They made life-and-death bets with people who were more important than their lives, and died in a bloody storm. Seek to survive."

"They tried their best to protect our little ones, and everyone in China, but history will not remember them, and the people of New China will not know them. If I didn't insist on asking, they wouldn't even know about them." Wish I could find out."

Minnuo listened with a half-knowledge, pouting and listening to the words he didn't understand very well, and after hearing it, he treated it as an ordinary story. The sun shone warmly on his body, so he couldn't help but yawned, and added a few words. Very sleepy.

Tomorrow laughed dumbfounded, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and rubbed the top of Minnuo's hair: "Papa just hopes that I, as a child, can make up for what the world can't give them. Whether it's thanks or respect, they should enjoy more The family happiness of many children and grandchildren, but it is a pity that papa grows up too slowly, and God gives them too little time." Tomorrow smiled at Brice: "I told Nuoer that I was sleepy, and half an hour has passed , take him out to play."

The story ends here abruptly.

Brice felt that he couldn't get enough of it. He didn't know much about Minglou and Mingcheng. He only knew that the Ming family was a well-known family. They only asked him to take good care of tomorrow and love him for the rest of his life.But Brice couldn't think of what to say next. Tomorrow's story was very succinct, like a most common little story.It's just that the story is nonsense, but the experience is written down with real blood and tears one by one. It is only a few words, but what happened is days, months or even years of torment.

No matter how much he loves his parents tomorrow, if they haven't experienced it, they will never be able to understand their state of mind at that time, let alone a junior like Mingnuo, so Minglou and Mingcheng have no intention of letting them know their past.It is just selfish desire to exaggerate his so-called heroic deeds and let his descendants pass on from generation to generation. The only choice for Yinfu's descendants is to continue to pass on the family law of the Ming family.

Tomorrow, Ming Qi, and Ming Qing are all aware of their parents' intentions, but for