Chapter 210

Wan Yingru flew from Paris to Hong Kong and from Hong Kong to Shanghai.

Through several lines of fire, we finally found Lin Junmai's troops.

The battle was so fierce that she saw him when his troops retreated from Luodian.

Lin Junmai was lying in a hospital ward on the outskirts of Shanghai. His beard was ragged and his face was thin. There was only a huge shelf on his body, on which the patient's number clothes were put. He looked very solemn and stirring.

When Wan Yingru saw him, she first laughed, then she couldn't help crying in the corner and fell on her knees.

"Alive... Alive..."

She talked to herself as if she were mad.

When Lin Junmai wakes up, he sees Wan Yingru beside his bed. His eyes are excited and he asks, "are you back? What about ruochu? Where is ruochu? "

"She didn't come back." Wan Yingru dropped her eyes and shook her head, "I don't trust you."

Lin Junmai frowned and sighed, "sister Yingru, why are you doing this?"

He reminded her to go back to France or to Xiangcheng. Wan Yingru refused to leave, and he would not embarrass her any more.

After his recovery, he returned to the fight.

After the fall of Luodian, the Japanese army began to break through the bottom line of human cruelty, unheard of, Chinese soldiers with tears continue to fight with flesh and blood on the battlefield in Songhu.

All their delicate feelings were ignored in the face of the war, which was not worth mentioning and could not make a ripple.

Lin Junmai seemed to have forgotten that a woman had come back from his side and did not care about her.

However, Wan Yingru decided that from then on, no matter what, she would follow him and face the war with him.

In November, Qiao ruochu, a classmate who had just come to France from China, said that the national army was defeated in the Songhu war, and the route and order were not arranged in advance when it finally retreated. It was blocked on the road by Japanese bombers and was in a rout. The "great retreat" evolved into a "great rout".

Overseas newspapers say that the Nanjing Government of China is moving its capital to Chongqing, and all of them are still in the process

All our troops and personnel will retreat to the rear.

Fortunately, at this time, she received a letter from Lin Junmai.

He said that when he was fighting in Shanghai, he was scratched by shrapnel and couldn't write. I'm sorry to worry her. He said that this time he led the army north to Xuzhou according to the plan, and the address could not be determined for the time being. After receiving the letter, she didn't need to reply, just wait for his next letter

Between the lines, no longer the past amorous beautiful, just dry record.

No matter what, take concubine or neglect her, as long as he lives, Qiao ruochu has nothing else to ask for.

After thinking for a few days, she wrote a reply without any emotion between the lines, saying that she hoped he would be safe. She couldn't write a word about wanting to divorce him. She was afraid that such a trifle would affect his composure on the battlefield.

Chinese newspapers in France pay close attention to the domestic war situation every day, and some local media also analyze the war from their perspective.

Qiao ruochu collects news every day, and every time she sees a report about the death of the national army, her heart aches.

If this war can't be finished in a short time, then one day, will her men also appear on the list of characters. And Xi Nuo, and Gu Jun.

All the young talents in her life.

After a few days of hesitation, she, like other hot-blooded international students, took to the streets with a donation box to explain to the people around her that the ancient China was being invaded and asked them to support China internationally.

Sometimes she took her children to the streets and complained in tears about the cruelty of the war felt by the family members of a soldier who was defending her country.

Whatever she could do for the civil war, she did her best.

At the end of the month, the Feng Yan'er family set out for France.

Since Qiao ruochu came to Paris, they have contacted several times, but they are busy with all kinds of things and haven't met yet.

Feng Yan'er and Mao Shiqing have given birth to two children. Their husband sings and their wife is harmonious, and their love is extraordinary.

Mao Shiqing got a job in France. Feng Yaner took care of her children at home and lived a quiet and stable life.

The apartment they rent is adjacent to Qiao ruochu's, and the two families get together almost every day.

Once again, Feng Yan'er mysteriously asked the baby sitter to take the baby away, took Qiao ruochu and said in a low voice, "I've taken your Qiao's things with me for several years, and it's time to return them to you."

Qiao ruochu was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood.

She had guessed that her father had entrusted the family to Feng Yan'er, but she was not sure.

A thin thread bound handwritten book is put into Qiao ruochu's hand. Her grandfather's life effort has hurt her father's life.

Qiao ruochu gazed at the yellow paper, and a crazy idea appeared in his mind.

"Thank you, Yaner." She rubbed the book open. "Do you have a lighter? Let me use it. "

"What are you doing?"

Feng Yaner snatched the old book from her hand.

"Burned."

"You're crazy."

"Yan'er, I can't keep it any more. I don't want our child to live a life of fear because of it. "

Qiao ruochu's facial expression is very calm, not like to vent his hatred.

"It's from your ancestors."

Feng Yan'er looked at her in bewilderment.

Qiao ruochu didn't know where he got the match. He took a gun from Feng Yan'er's hand, struck the match and threw the book into the fire.

"Boom" a dull sound, a flash of fire reflected in front of us.

Qiao's family has been carrying the secrets of three generations, and all of a sudden they are ashes.

"There are no more Imperial Mausoleums."

Jo ruochu was relieved.

"I heard the Japanese are looking for it, too?"

In recent years, Feng Yan'er has never slept with Qiao's secret. I'm afraid that someone will come to look for it. Qiao ruochu understood what she meant. When Shanghai fell, the Japanese were going to fight Xiangcheng. The spies and traitors of those years must find the secret of Qiao's Mausoleum at all costs.

"My family is dead. They don't get sick to... " Halfway through, she shivered, "where are your brothers and sisters now?"

Feng Yan'er also thought of this problem.

"They are still in Xiangcheng. My mother disappeared last year. My father is in the country, and my brother and sister are studying in the city."

"Yan'er, please write back as soon as possible. I still have some savings here. Let them flee to the rear."

Qiao ruochu is afraid that something should happen, and she will feel guilty for the rest of her life for her family's sake.

"Can the Japanese really get to Xiangcheng so soon?"

Feng Yan'er naively believed that after the end of the Shanghai war, the two armies would confront each other for a period of time.

"I don't know." Qiao ruochu frowned deeply and advised her melancholy, "as soon as possible, don't stick to the old idea of settling down and moving again."