Chapter 82: Love Funny

At noon, the clouds were light and the sun was shining brightly. Liu Weihua and his wife arrived in S City, and were covered in dust.

Only half a year later, S City has changed a lot. Whether it is the scenery or the scenery, at least Ding Hua feels this way. She doesn't know how much the change has affected her son, but she feels more and more uneasy. Care is chaotic, and it is getting closer and closer to the house she bought for her son, and her uneasiness turns into panic.

The wind outside the window moved her slightly white temples, like a messy willow tree shaking on the roadside. If everything was true, she didn't know whether the love for her son was right or wrong.

She turned to look at her husband beside her. Liu Weihua closed her eyes and leaned on the back of the chair with crutches in her hands. She didn't know if she was pretending to sleep or thinking about something.

This was the first time Liu Weihua went to his son's house. He calmly leaned on a crutch and checked in the house. Ding Hua opened his eyes wide, looked surprised, and quickly turned around everywhere.

"What's wrong?" Liu Weihua sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette.

"Furniture, a lot of furniture has been replaced, not what I bought!" Ding Hua was pushing the door of a bedroom and looking inside.

"Hmph! Is there any more to ask?" Liu Weihua stopped the crutch, "It must be that widow. Who can use the best ones if there is any good one?" He didn't know how different the furniture his wife bought was, but he knew her that even if she bought it, she wouldn't buy this level.

Ding Hua didn't say anything, she made a new discovery, the one that Yuxia took a photo with her husband. She walked up and picked it up carefully to look at it. Yuxia in the photo was beautiful, youthful, beautiful, elegant and bright, emitting the double brilliance of classical beauty and fashionable beauty. She felt a little relieved in her heart, and a smile appeared on her face. Mother's love is selfish. When her son has a beauty, her mother will always feel relieved, even if this beauty is a widow.

"His dad, look." Ding Hua hurried out and handed the sash to her husband.

Liu Weihua took it casually and looked up. Suddenly, he sat upright, and the crutch in his hand fell silently on the edge of the sofa. How could it be him? He would never forget the sunny smiling face and the hopeful eyes.

"This widow is not an ordinary handsome man, and our Xiao Jing is quite eye-catching." Ding Hua did not pay attention to her husband's abnormality and continued to express his gratifying and boring words.

Liu Weihua heard nothing, his hands trembled violently, staring at the people around Yuxia, his eyes unknowingly wet. He could not describe his feelings, and could not believe that this young man who had not even lost his skin in the rain of bullets in Vietnam would be gone?

"What's wrong? Do you know this person?" Ding Hua finally discovered her husband's fierce reaction.

"I know, of course I know, how could I not know." Liu Weihua described his sadness, and held his hands like a rack and hung down weakly, "He is Zhou Ren."

"What? You said the man is that Aren?"

Liu Weihua nodded slowly, his tears in his eyes were vast and distant, as if he had returned to the bloody war more than 20 years ago.

After my country and the United States resumed diplomacy, Sino-Vietnam relations deteriorated rapidly. The Vietnamese government engaged in local hegemony, claiming to be "the third in the world", persecuting overseas Chinese internally, showing off their military power to the outside world, and invaded our border guards many times, killing and injuring many of our border guards. The Chinese government protested many times, and could not bear it anymore, and launched a large-scale self-defense counterattack war. Liu Weihua was the deputy company commander of a unit of the 41st Army at that time, and participated in the war with the troops.

Liu Weihua will never forget that day, the first day he returned to the army after he was slightly injured. That day, the sunshine on the Indochina Peninsula was so strong, but the blood could not be dried. That day, the attacking troops quickly defeated the Vietnamese army, and he stood on the battlefield where the cigarettes were not exhausted...

The scorching sun devoured people. Liu Weihua looked up and couldn't help but touch his pocket. He wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he held back. The soldiers were nervously clearing the battlefield. He was the acting company commander and had no reason to relax.

The temperature in the Indochina Peninsula was very high. Liu Weihua and the soldiers threw the bodies of Vietnamese troops into the dug pit. The company suffered heavy casualties in the previous battle and was left to be supplemented, so he received the task of cleaning up the battlefield.

"Fuck his grandma, Vietnamese!" Liu Weihua wiped the sweat from his forehead and couldn't help cursing. The temperature in Vietnam is so high and wet, and it can't even burn it out, so he can only dig a hole and bury it.

Liu Weihua traveled back and forth, expressionless. A faint moan came from a distance, which was an angry soldier who privately stabbed the seriously injured Vietnamese army to death. The Vietnamese prisoners on the truck all gave him resentful eyes, and some of them were still screaming. He didn't see or hear. His mood was no different from that of the soldiers for this country that had received countless favors from us.

Finally, I could return to the base. Looking at the caravans of prisoners, broken guns and baggage, Liu Weihua breathed a sigh of relief. The job of cleaning the battlefield is so fucking boring!

Liu Weihua lit a cigarette, took a comfortable sip, and was about to get in the car and return. Suddenly, a series of gunfire sounds came from a distance. The sound was a Type 56 submachine gun, and everyone stood up. He turned around suddenly and looked in the direction of the gunfire.

"The gunshot is probably two kilometers, and it has been several hours since the attacking troops. Who will it be? Are there any wounded people left alone?" Liu Weihua frowned and thought. Both China and Vietnam are Soviet-style weapons, and it is impossible to accurately judge based on gunshots alone.

The soldiers were waiting for his orders, and Liu Weihua shouted decisively: "A row leader!"

"Yes." A row leader quickly stepped forward to report.

"You lead the team back. Aren, come with me to take a look." Liu Weihua wiped Yanta and took a submachine gun from the soldier.

"Yes." A lively little soldier came over. His name was Zhou Ren, who was only in his teenage years old and was a company clerk.

"Company Commander..." The platoon leader was a little hesitant.

"Execute the order!" Liu Weihua waved his hand and led Zhou Ren to the direction of the spear.

A row leader saluted and led the team back.

Liu Weihua and Zhou Ren put bayonets on, loaded bullets. They walked nervously and vigilantly towards the dilapidated village ahead.

The whole Vietnamese people are soldiers, with many light weapons, and are deeply influenced by our guerrilla tactics. Since the war started, our commanders and soldiers have been attacked by Vietnamese soldiers or people many times due to discipline and compassion, with great casualties. Every time the troops advance, they will clear the surrounding villages. Although this move is effective, sporadic casualties are still inevitable. The front-line command issued a timely order that any Vietnamese military and civilians who refuse to put down their weapons (including cold weapons) can open fire.

The gunshots were intermittent, and they still came from time to time, becoming more and more intense. The two of them were extremely nervous, and they accelerated their pace and passed through the village safely.

The road ahead was in sight, and the young Zhou Ren relaxed. He looked around and said, "Company Commander, what's going on?"

"Don't quarrel, stay alert!"

Before he finished speaking, a sudden rushing sound came from above his head. A Vietnamese shrew roared out of the tree with a steel fork in his hand and headed straight for Zhou Ren. The old woman observed for a long time and finally chose a more immature young man.

"Ah!" Zhou Ren was startled, raised his head instinctively, and was stunned for a moment.

"Flash!" Liu Weihua was shocked and raised his gun and fired. A click! The bullet was stuck. Zhou Ren's life was at the critical moment. At this time, it was too late to pull the gun Quan or use a bayonet. He jumped hard and knocked the young man away. At the same time, he leaned back and pulled the gun Quan back to pull the bullet.

"Ah!" Liu Weihua screamed, and a heart-wrenching pain came from his legs. He gritted his teeth and held back, and prepared to open fire. The shrew was not on the fork and pulled the steel fork out, and blood spurted out, and Liu Weihua almost fainted.

"Ah--!" Zhou Ren shouted and rushed forward, stabbing the scared woman with a bayonet. The bayonet was the soul of a soldier, and the angry young man chose the bayonet at this moment.

"Stack you to death! Stack you to death! Stack you to death!" The young man's eyes were blood red, and he stabbed the shrew into a honeycomb like crazy.

"Aren!" Liu Weihua's lips were pale, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he screamed while rubbing the wound.

"Company Commander, it's all my fault, I'm useless." Zhou Ren knelt in front of him with a puff, and tears instantly flowed all over his face.

"Don't cry! Why are you crying?" Liu Weihua endured the pain and pointed to his shoulder bag.

"I know." Zhou Ren regained his senses, wiped his tears and took out gauze from his bag.

"Backpacking rope!" Liu Weihua reached out to stop.

"Oh, I understand." Zhou Ren was crying and panicked, and then changed out the backpack rope.

Zhou Ren used a backpack rope to tie his thighs to death, wrapped it with gauze, and finally stopped the blood.

Nearly ten minutes after the delay between the two, the gunshots in front were getting closer and closer. Liu Weihua stopped in pain and looked at the little warrior in front of him, sighed and said, "Aren, leave me a magazine and go forward to see. Don't go too far. It's nothing to do. Go back and find someone to help."

"No! I won't go back, I'll carry you away!" The young man hung his weapon on his chest, grabbed his arms and placed it on his back.

"Don't do anything nonsense! Obey the order!" Liu Weihua was 1.8 meters tall and was stationed a few kilometers away. Although Zhou Ren was not short, how could his thin body carry his heavy body?

"No! I don't, I will carry you back even if I die!" The young man didn't listen at all, stabilized his body, and walked towards the main road.

Besides, it was useless, Liu Weihua didn't say anything anymore and took off his submachine gun and kept on alert.

For the teenager, Liu Weihua's body was too heavy. Soon, Zhou Ren's legs trembled and his steps staggered. The young man gritted his teeth, held on his own, walked forward stubbornly, and sweated all the way.

Finally arrived at the highway, the situation became clear. A seriously injured tank of our army was besieged by Vietnamese guerrillas and was driving slowly and arduously. The front turrets in the tank were completely destroyed, and the machine guns on the top disappeared. Two soldiers with gauze wrapped in gauze sat in the tank, one was driving and the other opened fire from time to time, forcing the besieged elements to retreat.

Liu Weihua frowned in pain. The tank was not hit by a rocket, but caused by the explosion of shells in the barrel.

Zhou Ren was overjoyed and struggled to put him on the tank, then climbed up. The two opened fire violently; when the second gunner saw reinforcements coming, he no longer stingy with ammunition. After exhausting several magazines in a row, the three of them successfully repelled the besieged elements.

"Thank you, Chief." The two tank soldiers thanked him. (ps: Our army has not yet restored its military rank. We must judge from the military uniforms. Four bags of clothes are cadres.)

"It's all my own people, I thank you." Liu Weihua said with a smile.

The sun above his head was still fierce, and the steel of the tank made the two of them grin. Liu Weihua lay on the tank, panting with relief; Zhou Ren mixed with tears and sweat, his face was messy, and he smiled happily and excitedly.

"Company Commander, you will definitely be fine." Zhou Ren looked at him, his eyes shining with hope as usual.

"I believe." Liu Weihua smiled and looked at the young man's eyes, and pinched his shoulder hard.

Not long after, the war ended, Zhou Ren went to the hospital to see him, and then retreated with the troops. Then, Liu Weihua returned to the place, and Zhou Ren was promoted to the army. The two of them wrote letters and gradually lost their news as they grew older, but the passionate comrades-in-arms still surging in their hearts.

The young man's eyes full of hope, Liu Weihua can never forget it. His son was born, and he named him Liu Jing because of his strength and hope. But he never expected that after many years, his old friend was far away, but he was related to his son.

Zhou Ren is from H Province, so why did he come to S City? Liu Weihua is not sure, but the two are comrades-in-arms and brothers, which will not change. If Liu Jing really had anything to do with Zhou Ren's widow, in principle, it would have been an inappropriate thing.

Liu Weihua frowned, walked around the living room with a crutch for a long time, and finally sighed: "Fuck, let's discuss something with you."

"What's the matter?" Ding Hua felt something was wrong.

Liu Weihua looked at the frame in his hand and said calmly: "Outside the army, it is usually just a single thing, which is nothing. This girl looks good. Maybe she is a little older, but she is not a few years older. If they want to be willing, I think... let them be together, which is also an explanation for Aren?"

"Ah? This... is this suitable?" Ding Hua was not happy. Although this girl is good and she likes it very much when she sees the photos, she has different generations and is still a widow with children. She still feels so awkward when she gets married as a wife.

"What's wrong?" Liu Weihua sat down again and changed into a cigarette. "They all live together. Do we have the final say whether it's right or not?"

"Okay, maybe it's okay to just borrow a house, and it's okay to be happy?" Ding Hua closed his hair and said hurriedly, "Don't forget, Xiao Jing has a girlfriend. I think the two of them just borrow a house, and there's nothing at all."

"So I said I wanted them to be happy." Liu Weihua smiled and said gently, "I ask you, if they are happy, do you still object?"

Ding Hua looked at her husband with a embarrassed face. Liu Weihua smiled and said, "Fuck, forget it, when the child is older, let's not worry about it. As long as they live well, let them go." He has always been harsh on his son, but this time he is tolerant.

Ding Hua gave her husband annoyed, sighed and said nothing more.
Chapter completed!