The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

One step, two steps... three steps, getting closer, getting closer, through the mist, through the sun, and Fu Yusheng, who was full of early morning moisture, finally found him. He has been persistent for more than 20 years and has never given up searching. 's wife...

Not a living wife, but a cold tombstone.

Fu Yusheng approached the tomb of the deceased wife, finally saw his wife, saw the black and white photo of the deceased wife... Seeing the smile that did not fade, the voice was particularly beautiful, but the yin and yang were separated.

"thump……"

The meeting after more than 20 years made Fu Yusheng kneel directly and slammed his knee on the bluestone.

"The tomb of the martyr Sun Xueqing..."

Fu Yusheng read lightly, it turned out that the deceased wife was not named "Hongmei", she and his comrades... have their own code names, and the spouse's name column on their marriage application report is "Hongmei".

Hongmei Aoxue, the snow passed the sky, it turned out that this was the real name of the deceased wife, and he even knew the real name of the deceased wife after more than 20 years.

"Hongmei...Xueqing, the rest of your life is here, the rest of your life is here to see you...Xueqing, the rest of your life is here to see you..."

This kneeling, the strong and sturdy man exhausted all his strength, and this kneeling broke his obsession for more than 20 years.

His wife, his lover... He never waited for his return all his life, and he didn't wait for the man named "Fu Yusheng" to marry her and go home.

The photos of Martyr Sun Xueqing with calluses and no longer youthful fingers lightly stroked the photo of Martyr Sun Xueqing. In the photo, Martyr Sun Xueqing smiled like a flower, always maintaining the beauty of her 20-year-old youth. A watery and gentle smile.

Fu Yusheng loved her smile when the corner of her mouth was slightly raised, so beautiful that it was intoxicating, so beautiful that it made people feel sweet.

His mind was always filled with the smile of his wife when he was young. Standing among the green mountains and green waters, under the blue sky and white clouds, he was dressed in a loose military uniform, with a dark brown belt on his waist that could not be grasped. He was wearing an old-fashioned He wore a military cap, and his short ear-length hair was tied with rubber bands from left to right, and he waved at him as he walked.

"Yusheng, Yusheng...Fu Yusheng, I'm here, I'm here..."

She said that she was here, and every time he looked back...not, not, his wife, his lover was not there, only her smile was in his ear, as crisp as a bird in the woods in the morning, in his ear echoing...

Laugh, laugh, Yu Sheng... Yu Sheng, here I am... I am here...

She said she was here, but he could never find her, how could he not find her, he lost her... lost her...

Fu Yusheng hugged the cold tombstone tightly, like a living person, so hard that the veins on the back of his hands were exposed.

"Hongmei...Xueqing, I can't find you. You said you were here, but I couldn't find you in my dreams..."

In the dream, Fu Yusheng always repeated a dream, dreaming that his wife was shouting "Yusheng" behind him, and as long as he turned around, only her laughter could be heard in his ears.

There was thick fog all around, no matter how he looked or ran, her voice came from a sudden high and low, as if it was close to his ear, but also seemed to be far away in the sky... No matter how he looked, he never found his wife.

"Hongmei, I've been thinking about you for more than 20 years, thinking and thinking, thinking that you must hate me for disappearing, hate me for leaving without a word, hate me for betraying my promise... So, you avoid me and don't want to. see me……"