Chaos

In Hu Fangyong's command room, telegrams came one after another. He has been numb to all the news, and just quietly watched the quarrel and abuse among the staff.

Zhao Zhongqin came over and said, "Marshal, it's time to withdraw."

Hu Fangyong nodded, stood up and lit his pipe, walked to the desk, and said: "You guys retreat first, I will stay by myself for a while."

All the staff officers were stunned, and quickly surrounded you and began to persuade you one by one. Only Zhao Zhongqin did not move, and saw the sweat oozing from his head and the dark eyes without a little light.

It was late at night, and Li Kang couldn't lie down, so he put on a coat and went to the backyard.

The cellar door on the hill in the backyard is covered with several layers of branches and leaves, and it looks like a small mound from a distance.Du Hu was dozing off against the small mound, snoring intermittently, and stood up quickly when he heard footsteps.

"Who!"

"Me." Li Kang walked over.

Du Hu relaxed, rubbed his face sleepily, and said, "Mr. Kang, it's so late, why don't you go to sleep?"

"I can't sleep, come and have a look. Why don't you go to sleep?"

Du Hu scratched his head embarrassingly, and said: "I snore loudly, and I'm afraid of disturbing the child. The child is crying at night and wants to go home. Baimao and I can't coax him well. Finally, we fell asleep after being tired. Don't wake up again..."

Li Kang only knew that he liked children, but he didn't know that Du Hu, who was as rough as a bear, could treat children so carefully.Du Hu's daughter, Xiao Shuang, got polio, and she searched for doctors and medicines everywhere. She was finally cured, but she became disabled. Li Kang paid for a wheelchair, and Du Hu was so grateful that he knelt and kowtowed.Fortunately, Xiaoshuang is very smart and writes good articles. The life of father and daughter is quite comfortable.

Li Kang quietly opened the cellar door, and saw two children sleeping soundly on the bed, and Bai Mao curled up next to the table in a small place where he couldn't turn over with a stool.

"You fought for Baimao?" Li Kang asked after closing the door.

"Well, white hair and thin, can sleep."

"You also bought the food on the table?"

Du Hu said with a smirk: "When I see a little girl, I think of Xiao Shuang, and I always call the little girl Yanshuang. In fact, that little boy is. I promise that once the little girl calls her wrong, I will buy them a delicious meal." Yes, that's all I bought."

Seeing how careful he was, Li Kang smiled, and felt that it could not be more suitable for him to arrange this matter.

"Mr. Kang, can I ask you something?" Du Hu asked suddenly.

"what's up?"

Du Hu said hesitantly: "If the Feng family still refuses to agree, then what about these two children...?"

"Send it back," Li Kang said without thinking, "They didn't make any mistakes."

Du Hu's brows furrowed, and he said happily, "I'll just say it! Mr. Kang is such a nice person, he won't take his anger out on the two children!"

Li Kang smiled and said, "When it's dawn, you can send the two children back to Feng's house. Remember not to show your face."

"Hey, good!"

Li Kang took off the overcoat he was wearing and handed it to Du Hu: "Put this on, don't get cold."

Du Hu patted his chest: "It's okay! I'm in good health!"

"If you are sick, don't infect your children."

Du Hu thought for a while and took the coat.

"I'm going back first, you go to bed early."

"Hey, good! Mr. Kang, go slowly!"

During these few hours, the Feng family sat quietly in the front hall, waiting for news from Li Shu.

Suddenly a servant came running, holding an envelope in his hand.

"Mr. Yang! Your telegram!"

Everyone's nerves tensed up.

"Telegram?" Zhen Yang quickly took it, without cutting the envelope with a knife, he tore it open and pulled out the letter paper.

Before Zhenyang's eyes appeared the destroyed artillery battalion, the blood-red chest pierced by a sharp knife, the panic-stricken command room, the staff counseling back and forth, the silently roaring Marshal Hu, the messy battle map, and his alone. Silhouettes of lights, a lone gunshot, and a bloody window...

Zhenyang's hands trembled, his breath was constricted in his chest and he couldn't breathe, his mind was floating as if he had been inflated, and his voice became farther and farther away.

When he opened his eyes, Dr. Miao was in front of him, numb with pain.

"Mr. Feng! You're awake!" Dr. Miao pulled out the needle that had been stuck in the human flesh.

People come together.

Zhenyang felt tired, so he asked Zhenxin to help him up, and Yanlin put a few pillows behind his waist to lean against.

"I'll wait outside. Call me if you feel uncomfortable." Dr. Miao picked up the medicine box, and Zhenyang nodded weakly.

Mrs. Feng said: "Li Shu came here just now, but she doesn't know if she made sense. Li Kang is already crazy."

Zhen Yang put his hands on his forehead, and said slowly: "Officer Zhao sent a telegram saying that Hu Fangyong committed suicide by drinking a bullet. Thinking about how fragile human life is, we have already reached this point, Yanshuang Yantang is still so small, we cannot take them Life is changed, being alive is more important than anything else. It's so late, I don't know if the two little guys are hungry..."

Everyone just lowered their heads and listened to Zhenyang's hoarse voice, like the cold wind blowing outside.

"Yanlin, have you closed the contract?" Zhenyang asked.

"It's put away, Uncle Yi has already lined up."

Zhen Yang sat up straight: "I promised Hu Fangyong to stick to him to the end, and I did it. There is no unparalleled road, and our Feng family will not collapse."

Yan Lin took a pen, opened the cap, and handed it to his father backwards.

The whole family listened with a heavy heart to Zhen Yang's bloody words, as if he was talking to himself, but also as if he was trying to comfort people's hearts.

Zhen Yang signed his name stroke by stroke, and said in a hoarse voice, "From now on, I will be Feng's sinner..."

"Don't say that." Zhenxin patted him.

What Yan Lin held in his hand was not a stack of papers, but a coffin for which everyone mourned.

When it was still daylight, the two children appeared out of nowhere, rubbing their eyes and holding hands, and walked back to the gate of Feng's house. Facing the tears of their parents and grandpa and the physical examination, they were at a loss, and the adults couldn't care less about understanding what the children said. What is "Nian Beast Uncle"?