Aim at That Star

In fact, Jiang Shi's letter was sent back with a heavy package.

The package is full of New Year's gifts carefully prepared by Yu Kunyu for her husband's family.

In terms of value, there are perfumes and watches imported from abroad.

From a mental point of view, there are forehead guards, sachets, and several pairs of thick cotton shoes with a thousand-layer bottom.

And she spent a lot of time walking the streets and alleys in Jinling to pick out snacks and dry food that could last for a long time.

The number of annual gifts is not large and the weight is not heavy, but they are thoughtful and thoughtful everywhere.

At the very least, in this New Year's ceremony, neither Mother Jiang nor Mrs. Jiang could pick out any big mistakes.

They were still skeptical, after all, the provincial capital was too far away for them, and the status of college students was too profound for women with little feet like them who could hardly read.

Yu Kunyu took this into consideration, so in addition to the home letter written by Jiang Shi, she also wrote a greeting letter herself.

In the letter, she carefully used her words and words, fully respecting the thinking of the old people who grew up under the old dogma.

After the housekeeper read out every word, Mother Jiang actually recognized this daughter-in-law in her heart.

She had a docile personality and a weak temper. She married her father, followed her husband's death, and followed her son. It was the most daring thing she had ever done in her life to marry a daughter-in-law like Gu Changying for him.

In the past two years, no matter how many letters of notice, persuasion, persuasion and even pleading sent from home, Jiang Shi never returned.

The attitude is cold and incomprehensible.

Jiang's mother was already in a panic and couldn't sleep at night.

Now that she has finally come to a conclusion, although it may not be very good, at least it makes her less anxious than before.

To put it bluntly, even if Yu Kunyu is arrogant and domineering, she can't do anything about the daughter-in-law married by her son.

And Yu Kunyu's unexpectedly submissive respect made her feel a little flattered and delighted.

In the letter Jiang Shi wrote home, in addition to the letter full of words, there were also two photos.

It is the wedding photo of Jiang Shi and Yu Kunyu.

The man was not wearing an old red robe or a new suit, but a tall and straight army uniform with a gun attached to his waist.

His eyebrows are still handsome, but his face is no longer immature. It is full of handsome mature men, with a slightly curved lips and a shallow smile.

The woman standing on him was weak and slender, almost a head shorter than him, wearing a delicate Western-style wedding dress, with her hair tied behind her head, wrapped in a white gauze crown, long down to her ankles, and thin eyebrows. Thick lips have a different kind of beauty.

Mrs. Jiang has been looking at this wedding photo for a whole day.

To be honest, judging from this photo alone, the couple is a perfect match. Even if it is a black and white texture without any color, you can still see their joy and intimacy from the expressions and gestures of the newlyweds.

What's more, this is the first photo Jiang Shi sent home after two years.

Mrs. Jiang watched, her eyes were slightly moist, and she was almost on the verge of tears.

Mother Jiang sighed beside her: "Old lady..."

"No matter what, no matter whether the old man blames me, or whether people outside say I'm ruthless and unrighteous, our family is such a lonely seedling, as long as he has a good life and can put on a sincere smile, he can still help The Jiang family has left behind the incense of blood and inheritance, and I will have no regrets and no regrets in my life."

The old lady rubbed her brows: "Even if Jiuquan goes down to see the old ancestor, he can straighten his chest and have something to say, instead of guarding an empty and tasteless mansion like a few years ago, and he can't sleep well. …”

yes.

To be selfish, a few years ago, although the daughter-in-law was married, the wedding ceremony was also held, and the family tree was also added with a name.

However, Jiang Shi refused to return home.

What's the use of putting up a big battle for people outside to see.

At the end of the day...

"In the end, your Jiang family has had a good life, you can put on a sincere smile, and you have blood and incense to pass on, and you will have no regrets when you go to see the ancestors under Jiuquan, but your foreheads Can you still see others in your eyes? No matter how painful or painful others have been, the rest of your life will be ruined, and you have no guilt at all, do you?"

- My thoughts were only half dispersed, but they were suddenly stopped.

Because a strange yet familiar voice suddenly came from his ear, and his tone was full of ridicule.

Mrs. Jiang looked up from the photo, only to find that Gu Changying lying on the bed had woken up at some point, tilted her head like this, looked at them with a half-smile, and there was a startling resentment in her eyes.

She opened her mouth: "Changying..."

"No need to say anything more."

The woman on the bed sat up slowly with her arms up, with an indifferent expression, "Anyway, I'm not the same as your Jiang family, your mother is a kind and filial son of a raccoon dog, saying guilt and apology, in fact, I don't know how a group of people repays their kindness and revenge. As for the Zhongshan Wolf, since this shameless grandson of yours did this, then you can call him back and I'll just talk to him and his little wife myself."

Old Madam Jiang looked at her in a stunned manner even with her mother Jiang next to her.

"Why, you don't want this?"

Mother Jiang was taken aback by her fierce expression.

He quickly waved his hand: "No, no... But Chang Ying, are you wrong somewhere?"

- It's not cursing.

Mother Jiang felt this way sincerely.

In her impression, Gu Changying's daughter-in-law is a gourd with a saw mouth, and eight sticks can't make a fart.

Usually at home, I am also honest. I either do needlework in the house all day long, or... do needlework in the house.

Not to mention anything else, the shoes and gowns she made for Jiang Shi made a big cabinet full of them.

Even if the servants bullied her, she didn't dare to say a word.

If it wasn't for the fact that Mother Jiang found out and taught her a good lesson, she might not even be able to eat enough now.

So when did she become so articulate?

Listening to what she said, compared with the past, it can be called bold and bitter.

The elders in the room, including the maids, were a little confused.

Gu Changying probably also realized that what she said was not in line with her original character, but she did not apologize, but snorted coldly: "Even if you are a mute, staying in your house as a widow for more than two years, you will still be bullied like this. I cursed angrily. Why, I usually don’t speak, so you really think I’m dumb, don’t you?”

Because of Gu Changying's taciturnity and submissiveness, Old Madam Jiang actually didn't like her very much.

So I never liked to talk to this granddaughter-in-law. Even if I was angry at this moment, I still frowned, and the old **** was silent.

And Mother Jiang murmured for a moment, probably unable to think of how to respond, so she fell silent again.

"Forget it, looking at you like this, you know that you won't do anything good for others. You don't need to call. I wrote to him myself and told me that Jiang Shi's mailing address would be fine."

Mother Jiang was even more stunned: "You write the letter yourself?"

"What's the matter? I don't even have the right to write a letter to my old...husband?"

"No." Mother Jiang frowned, very confused, "You don't even know the words, how do you write a letter?"

"..."

The house was silent for a moment.

"You don't have to worry about that."

The woman on the bed coughed lightly, "I've been a widow at home for the past two years, and I haven't spoken to anyone. I can only read and practice calligraphy by myself. No matter how much I've learned, I can still write letters by myself."

......

What... self-taught?

Jiang's mother had heard of self-taught poetry, four books and five classics, and even self-taught horseback riding and archery, but she had never heard of self-taught literacy.

How is this done?

If it hadn't been for the pain when I grabbed my arm, Mother Jiang would have suspected that she was still in a dream all day today.

But no way.

Facing the woman's cold face and staring eyes, the Jiang family, who knew they were wrong, could only agree to her request and ordered someone to bring the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

......

Although the Jiang family was obedient, Gu Changying's letter finally took three whole days to send.

No way, this time is still using traditional Chinese characters.

Although Gu Changying can read it, she can't write it.

After thinking about it, she had to take out a dictionary from Jiang Shi's study and write it while checking it.

You also have to pay attention to the wording, not too modern or too vernacular, and pay attention to the header format so as not to be laughed at by those "literate people" who have gone to college.

So in the end, she changed and revised, revised and revised, obviously just writing a letter of reprimand, but it took more effort than participating in the essay competition back then.

Fortunately, before the holiday of the post office system a few years ago, she finally rushed to write the letter.

Jiao'an County is not too close to Jinling, but not too far away.

An expedited letter was posted, and it arrived in less than three days.

When the postman delivered the letter to the door, Yu Kunyu hadn't gotten off work.

And Jiang Shi was studying the firing device inside the firearm and weapon in the yard.

The drawings on the table were not the ones he stole from the enemy in the northeast, but were secretly brought to him by his friends in France.

In a way, it's a higher level than the one he stole.

It's just that the drawings are incomplete, and the values ​​in many places are blurred, and you need to test a little to make up for it.

Now, when Jiang Shi is idle at home, all these things are done all day long.

He thought about it seriously.

First of all, being sent to Mu Pengbo's hands to hide his name and humbly, he would definitely not have a good life.

Maybe Mu Pengbo will be killed directly by Mu Pengbo when there is a commotion.

Then he might as well pack bombs and rush into the enemy camp, and he can take one by one.

However, he probably wouldn't be too happy if he casually found a stupid, pot-bellied officer who only knew how to eat and drink.

If you want to use others as a shield to be a puppet, you must first flatter and confuse people, right?

Jiang Shi imagined the scene of his slick tongue and beard slapping horses......

- Forget it, why bother.

So after thinking about it, he felt that he might as well take advantage of this time to be alone at home in peace and quiet.

It's good to be a researcher who keeps a low profile.

If he really understands this weapon device, then the credit will be huge.

It is estimated that even Mu Pengbo's father can't help him.

Three birds with one stone.

So this day, when Jiang Shi was studying the drawings at home, the postman had just delivered the letter to him, and the next second, Yu Kunyu followed the postman into the house.

I don't know, I thought she was the outsider who was brought in.

Jiang Shi put down the letter, stood up and took the vegetable basket from her hand: "Why did you buy so many vegetables?"

"Qin Ci is coming over today, and there are some colleagues. I thought that the weather was cold anyway, and the vegetables could be kept, so I bought more."

More than just buy more "some".

Jiang Shi looked at the dazzling array of fruits, vegetables, meat and vegetables in front of him, and wanted to laugh a little: "It was winter when you were living, why don't you think the vegetables can be stored?"

Yu Kunyu raised her eyebrows slightly: "Are you unhappy? Think I'm spending money indiscriminately?"

"You spend, you spend, money and this kind of thing, what's the point of not spending it, just spend it."

The little girl sighed: "Actually, I think I bought more, but Qin Ci helped me a lot in the past, you know it. Now the world is not good, not to mention these vegetables and meat, I gave her that day. The family sent a small pot of rapeseed oil, and her mother was overjoyed. Her father is now in Shanghai, although the distance from Jinling is not too far, but it is not cheap to send a telegram, sometimes two telegrams a week. The food money is gone, and speaking of it, people are also doing revolutionary work..."

"I know, I know it all."

Although Jiang Shi felt that her serious explanation was a bit hilarious, he still pulled her shoulders and said sternly, "We are not philanthropists, and we can't go out and spread things around if we have spare money at home. But we are also not iron roosters, and we are good at dealing with each other. Friends, relatives who have been through hardships, and even like-minded partners, if you can help, you should help as much as possible, otherwise, what is the point of saving more money?"

Yu Kunyu blinked and gave him a serious look, seeing that he wasn't saying nice things soothingly.

So he bent his lips and rubbed his head against his wrist.

She is actually a little girl who likes to act like a spoiled child. After all, she will only be an adult when she is serious, and she has been spoiled by her family since she was a child.

That's why Jiang Shi was surprised that he was able to endure hardship like that before.

Yu Kunyu's father is a teacher, and her mother is the youngest daughter of a famous old tailor in Jinling. She is very good at sewing and sewing. Sometimes the extra money she earns by making clothes is higher than her father's salary.

Yu Kunyu also has an older brother who is currently studying in Japan, leaving only his sister-in-law and little nephew to take care of their parents at home. I heard that my brother will most likely be back next year.

How can a family that can afford to put both of their children in college and send their eldest son to study abroad (although it is a public student), how can they not be open-minded.

Therefore, Yu Kunyu doesn't like to talk to strangers, and her temperament is a little melancholy when she is quiet and silent.

But as long as she gets used to it, she is actually a very lively and clever little girl, and her temperament is also charming. Sometimes when she sews clothes, she gets stabbed in the hand with a needle, and she has to follow the needle for a long time.

Then Jiang Shi thought it was very fun.

Pointing at the needle next to him with a fierce expression: "What's the matter with you, you don't have eyes, just stab people's fingers, I think you're tired of living, don't you? Dare to be arrogant, believe it or not, the young master will break you. Hey!"

Yu Kunyu burst out laughing: "Jiang Shi, can you not be so naive?"

Jiang Shi lay back and basked in the sun with his eyes closed lazily: "I've never seen such a wolf-hearted thief calling to catch a thief."

But thinking about it carefully, Yu Kunyu's temperament is really strange.

She often cries because of some trivial and inexplicable little things, which makes people feel ridiculous.

But when the pain was so unbearable that even the seven-footed man was crying, she seemed to be against someone on purpose, and she wouldn't shed a single tear even after her blood had dried up.

Jiang Shi sometimes used the familiar sentence: "I have never seen a strange little girl like you."

Yu Kunyu basked in the sun in his arms: "It takes effort to shed tears. I cry, and only cry to those who will feel distressed. If I cry, it will only make them happy and only make them laugh, then I would rather I don't cry when I die."

"With a temper like yours, you will suffer sooner or later."

"Then you protect me."

She grinned, her beautiful round eyes curved into crescents, "I try not to cause you trouble, honestly, will you protect me?"

The man sighed: "This responsibility is really heavy."

"But it's really at a critical moment. If it becomes difficult for me to protect, you should take care of yourself first."

The little girl pursed her lips, and her tone suddenly became very serious, "You are better than me and more important than me. It is not worth sacrificing yourself for a me."

"I don't care, for me..."

"Jiang Shi, don't say these selfish words."

Yu Kunyu jumped off the beauty's couch and said sternly, "We were first revolutionary partners, then we got married and became husband and wife, but we are still revolutionary partners. And the status of revolutionary partners is higher than that of husband and wife, so you should not only treat me as a wife. Look, treat me as a comrade-in-arms."

"If a comrade-in-arms sacrifices, what you should do most is not to die together, but to live with my share and fulfill my ideals for me. Do you understand?"

......

After a while, the man nodded, stared at her, and said lightly, "You are the same."

The little girl grinned again, her eyebrows curved: "I know."

Many times, for Yu Kunyu, the identity of Jiang Shi's revolutionary comrade-in-arms is far more touching than the identity of her husband.

They are often in tears because of the same words, and they will dedicate everything because of the same ideals.

Their zeal and passion are aligned, their grief and happiness are aligned.

When they are husband and wife, there may be disagreements, there may be gaps, there will be a family of parents, a family of in-laws, there will be living habits that need to be adjusted in, and there will be a step back and mutual tolerance.

But when they were partners, they were even connected in spirit.

Obviously one second, it was just because "Am I still your husband, you actually talked to that Cai Li quack in front of me and completely ignored me" such trivial things as trivial and uneasy, the next second, it will be because of I found a suitable translation vocabulary and put my suspicions aside.

Such love, even Qin Ci, Yu Kunyu's best best friend, thought it was terribly beautiful.

By the way, the reason why Yu Kunyu bought so many fruits, vegetables and meat dishes today is because today is her best friend Qin Ci's 20th birthday.

Qinci University is in the same class as her.

Now they work at the same newspaper and have a very good relationship.

During the two years that Yu Kunyu was away from Jinling, she often came to visit the Yu family and helped Yu Kunyu a lot.

So today, on her birthday, Yu Kunyu wanted to celebrate someone's birthday properly.

Qin Ci's house is in a small alley, so it can't hold too many people, and it's not easy to make too much noise.

The two of them discussed it, and finally decided to borrow Yu Kunyu's house.

Yu Kunyu and Jiang Shi's house is on the best street in Jinling City. It is tall and strong with blue bricks and thick tiles. There is a dense osmanthus tree and a jujube tree in the yard.

There are two floors up and down, more than a dozen rooms, even if it is considered looser, such a house is enough to live in several families.

The people who came to celebrate Qin Ci's birthday today were basically a few good female colleagues in the newspaper office.

Another is Wang Gaomiao, Qin Ci's fiance, and Liu, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper.

Although those who can work in the newspaper office are not from poor families, there are very few people who come from the rich.

So as soon as I entered the yard, I couldn't help sighing in my heart.

Some of them also knew that Yu Kunyu married a wealthy family, and heard that her husband's hometown was a big landlord, and he was very wealthy.

But he never thought that he would be so rich.

Editor-in-chief Liu and Wang Gaomiao were both taken to the study by Jiang Shi to talk. Several girls were preparing and watching in the kitchen and yard, chatting endlessly.

"I said earlier that Kunyu married a wealthy young man, you must believe it, and I also said that a small soldier can be anything at all. Well, now you can believe it."

He Xiaoli, who has the biggest mouth, is in the kitchen cutting green onions and holding her head up to "revenge" with a smile.

Only a few little girls blushed.

This was originally what they arranged in private behind Yu Kunyu's back, but now it was pulled out by He Xiaoli so loudly.

How can you not be ashamed.

Of course, they had all seen Jiang Shi.

One day, Yu Kunyu worked overtime in the newspaper office for more than two hours due to a proofreading error. When the work at hand was finished, it was already dark and it couldn't be darker.

The big guys who were forced to stay and work overtime all yawned and went downstairs to go home together.

Jinling has always been rainy, although it is winter, it is also raining outside.

There were only a few umbrellas in the newspaper office, and when everyone was arguing under the eaves about how to allocate them, Yu Kunyu took the initiative to give up her umbrella.

She bent her lips and pointed to the rain curtain outside the eaves: "Someone has come to pick me up, you can use this umbrella."

Everyone raised their heads one after another, and saw someone walking towards this side with an umbrella on the other side of the street not far away.

The night was dizzy, and the lights in the small building were quickly swallowed up by the rain and night, and the man could only faintly see a military jacket in his hand.

Because he is tall enough, the long gown with added cotton wool looks very tall and straight on the body.

The man got closer and closer, and his handsome face became clearer under the lights in the room.

A very tough and charming face, under the semi-dark light and shadow, his facial features are deeper than many Chinese people.

Especially in today's climate, I'm used to seeing the weakness eroded by opium, and I'm used to seeing those pedantic literati who feel their beards and sigh.

For this group of young people in the newspaper office, most of whom have some contact with foreigners, their open-mindedness is a little too open, and even a little too foreign.

Immediately afterwards, even the aesthetics became somewhat westernized.

But no matter what aesthetic point of view, he can be regarded as a beautiful man.

Yu Kunyu called him softly, "Jiang Shi."

The corners of the man's lips were slightly hooked, and his voice was clear: "Why did you get off work so late? If it weren't for the sudden rain, even Lin Ma would be anxious to come out to pick you up."

"Is Ma Lin still asleep?"

"You haven't come home, how dare she sleep. I told her that you called home to report that you were safe. She said that since you are going to work overtime, you must be hungry at this point, so I got up and cooked for you again. Wontons are a late-night snack."

Only then did everyone react: Oh, so this is Kunyu's new husband.

The other party still had two flashlights in his hand, Yu Kunyu took one over, but handed it to Qin Ci: "Qin Ci, your home is far away, and it's hard to find a rickshaw at this time. Well, you can use this flashlight. Save yourself a fall on the road."

While she was talking, her husband draped his coat over her. The epaulettes on the coat were not taken off. Judging from the rank on his shoulders, he was not an officer.

That's why someone discussed it privately, saying that although Yu Kunyu married a handsome and beautiful man, he was only a small soldier. No matter how big landlords are big landlords, there are countless landlords in small towns who are shrinking their clothes and dieting. , If he really is a big landlord, how could he only be a soldier?

So life is definitely going to be hard, maybe she has to live on her salary.