Chapter 3 Heaven and Earth (Ten Seconds)

"Bang." A few sparks jumped out of the carbon basin and splashed on the back of Zhang Songling's hand, burning a burst of blue smoke. However, Zhang Songling seemed to be numb and continued to look at the scarlet charcoal, dazed in a daze. For a long time, his eyelids did not blink.

The grassland people have weak ethics concepts. As long as men and women are in love, they can live together. However, Fang Guoqiang, the political commissar of the guerrillas, tried every means to send Zhao Tianlong to a distance, as if as long as he and Siqin meet, they will damage the reputation of the guerrillas. (Note 1)

The living environment of grassland people is harsh and their children are difficult, so they do not regard having children without marriage as seriously as those in the Central Plains. However, from Fang Guoqiang, he heard from the mouth of Fang Ge and Siqin that Brother Long and Siqin had children, but it seemed as if they had committed some heinous crimes, and even ignored the fact that they had quietly abolished the children.

The lifespan of the grassland is short, and it is already considered to be the twilight years old at the age of forty. Brother Long is thirty-three years old this year. His marriage report is still lying in the filing cabinet of the brigade headquarters. He and Fang Guoqiang even fought for him and did not do it, but he firmly adhered to many restrictions, as if those restrictions were incomprehensible.

The grassland man is kind-hearted and would rather be wronged than let his good friends make things difficult for him. Over the past year, Brother Long's letters were all about how the Black Stone Guerrillas were prosperous under the leadership of Political Commissar Fang, and told his good brothers to study with peace of mind and seize the hard-won opportunity. He did not mention a single word about the difficulties he encountered in his marriage with Siqin. After he came back, he became a "peacemaker" in a big way and immediately clarified the misunderstanding of Siqin for Fang Guoqiang, and did not consider how difficult the lives of Brother Long and Siqin had been in the past year.

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'Zhang Songling, Zhang Songling, what are you doing? Could it be that after going out to study for a year, I was so stupid?' Thinking of the gratitude that Siqin showed in his eyes when he heard that he finally had the opportunity to be with his sweetheart, Zhang Songling wanted to raise his hand and slap himself a few big slaps.

What qualifications do you have to accept the gratitude of others? If it weren’t for not making it difficult for you, the captain, and the internal unity of the guerrillas, the couple would have been living behind closed doors long ago, so why would they delay the wedding until now?

What qualifications do you have to clarify the misunderstandings for Fang Guoqiang? If he considers the inner feelings of Siqin and Zhao Tianlong when making those decisions, how could misunderstandings occur between the two sides?

What qualifications do you have to be a bad person? If Brother Long had not been tolerant of the strong and tolerant, with his influence in the guerrillas, how could the latter have the opportunity to gain a foothold in the guerrillas and let go without any restraint, turning the guerrilla area into a base?

If you judge a fighting hero, it seems that he has given great favors. Could it be that Brother Long's contribution to the guerrillas have been fabricated, or his achievements are all false?

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Just as he was so regretful that the smell of barbecue had filled the felt bag. The dark clouds sniffed in surprise. He immediately noticed that his companion was in a wrong state. He jumped up and slapped off the fire chopsticks in Zhang Songling's hand, "You are so stupid that you drink and drink. Your hands are almost boiling. I don't know how painful it is. Hurry up and find cold water to rinse it. Otherwise, a big scar will fall on the back of your hand."

"Ah,." Zhang Songling looked at the scorched spots on the back of his hand that were scorched by the charcoal star, and woke up, "It's okay, anyway, the scars on my hand are more than this. I just fell asleep while sitting, and I didn't feel any pain at all."

"I think you are Sichun." Wu Yunqi shook his head, took a towel from the basin rack, put it in cold water to moisten it, and patted it hard on the back of Zhang Songling's hand. "But it's no wonder, when you were in your early twenties and when your qi and blood were the most prosperous, I and you had two children. His grandmother's, they all called Xiao Japanese to make trouble, making it impossible for a whole generation to live a normal life."

"No." Zhang Songling shook his head embarrassedly and wiped the back of his hand hard. The temperature on the grassland was extremely low in the middle of the night. The cold water rubbed on the back of his hand, which made people feel sleepier. Seeing the dark clouds, he thought he had guessed the facts and smiled. As a person who had experienced it, he asked with concern: "How old is the woman? Is it from our Eighth Route Army? If so, you should hurry up and get a marriage report. These days, there are not many girls who are willing to come out to be Mulan, and countless pairs of eyes are staring at it. Once you miss this village, there will be no store."

"It's really not." Zhang Songling was embarrassed and anxious, but he couldn't explain to the other party carefully why he was so distracted just now. "Besides, I'm only twenty-one this year, so it's still early to the age specified by the conditions."

"You are talking about the 258th Regiment." Wu Yunqi drank a little too much, so he only noticed the last sentence added. He smiled and reached out to hold his shoulder. "When did the imperial calendar have been changed? Last time I went to the military sub-district for a meeting, Political Commissar Su also mentioned that the regulations were limited to the main forces of the Eighth Route Army, the Shaanxi-Gansu Border Region, the non-front-line units of the Shanxi-Cha-Hebei Military Sub-district, as well as guerrillas and guerrilla areas across the country, depending on the local specific circumstances."

"Ah, when did it happen?" Zhang Songling was shocked and felt more and more unworthy of Zhao Tianlong. "Why didn't I know this news? No one told me."

"You don't know, strange." Wu Yunqi knocked on his own head and tried hard to recall, "It should have been more than a month ago. Such non-important decisions that have nothing to do with battles are usually not conveyed by telegram. I guess the relevant documents should be sent to your Black Stone Guerrillas these days. After you go back, you can almost catch up. Don't be embarrassed. I don't know how long it will take to fight this battle. Why don't you give birth to a few small guerrillas? Who will carry our guns and fight the Japanese in the future?"

"I'll rush back tomorrow morning." Zhang Songling no longer cared about explaining whether he was in Sichun. He wiped his face hard with a towel and said loudly, "Brother Wu, I'll leave the students to you. When I have the chance in the future, I'll invite you to Heishizhai to have a drink."

"Do you have a wedding banquet? I like it the most." Wu Yunqi rubbed his head lovingly, and continued to laugh and joke, "I will definitely go. When I send the students back, I will definitely go to your Black Stone Guerrillas to see what your brother and sister look like, which can make you so impatient."
Chapter completed!