The Twelve Years: Song of the Unsung Friends

Shen House in 1967

"So you became a cardiologist? So you were also famous in orthopedics in the past?" The little boy found the point.

The old lady smiled and nodded.

After the operation was successful, she secretly swore that if she saved her husband for a while, she would save him forever.

Under Chen Linguan's recommendation, she became a close disciple of that industry leader. While her husband was convalescing in France, she went from postgraduate to doctorate and successfully graduated, becoming Chen Linguan's biggest "competitor".

"After a few years, Shandong still came back." The old lady also ended the story of Shandong.

Her eyes were full of laughter, as if she could still see the scene of Shandong's rights recovery.

"That's why our family came to Macau? Didn't go to Shandong?"

"Your grandfather has this obsession. He must live in a colony and guard our own place of Chinese people."

The little boy nodded lightly.

"Where are the chief and madam?" the little boy began to ask interestedly.

"After the death of the wife, the president traveled across the oceans to Belgium and became a priest."

My colleagues also brought dozens of boxes of documents and materials, all of which were materials for the Paris Peace Conference negotiations. He wanted to make this public and prove to the world that the delegation’s negotiations were difficult and that future generations would not understand the environment at that time. He wanted to leave some documents to prove the many rights and interests the delegation had obtained in the negotiations. Those efforts buried in history need to be remembered. live.

The little boy has grown up next to his grandfather since he was a child. He is as early as his grandfather. Hearing this, he naturally became quiet.

The old lady smiled slowly: "Soon after World War II broke out, after the German army occupied Belgium, they found a priest speaking in various places, opposed to fascism, and denounced the Japanese invasion of China... the priest who spoke..."

"It's him." The little boy guessed.

The old lady nodded.

The little boy pretended to be mature: "He hates the Japanese."

"Yes," said the old lady, "he will not escape the shackles of the "Twenty-One" until his death. After the Japanese surrender, he sent a letter, still regretting the treaty he signed.

Someone sighed in a distant place: "Fate makes people, and Yuan Shikai's diplomatic envoys were incapable of negotiating, so he invited Mr. Lu back, who had resigned. Mr. Lu's talents made him bear the debt of his life."

The dark brown cane appeared in their sight first.

What followed was the speaker, Mr. Fu, the owner of Shen's House.

An old man in his eighties walked slowly inside. Because he had just met a visitor, he was very well-dressed, with an off-white shirt and dark trousers, only his shoes could not stand upright, and he pulled a pair of soft leather slippers.

She turned around and smiled at him.

He sat down on the sofa closest to her and put his cane aside.

"What's next?" The little boy was still not happy, and the life of grandfather and grandmother was like an endless book.

But grandmother seemed to not want to talk more.

"Later?" The old lady said with a smile, "Beijing changed its name to Beiping, and later changed it back."

"Beijing still sounds good." The old man commented that even if he was so old, his eyes still had the same look of the past.

"I'm not talking about this." The little boy protested.

She shook her head and began to collect her notes.

The little boy pretended to be pitiful and looked at the old man: "Grandma is only willing to talk about twelve years..."

He laughed: "Twelve is good, but this is exquisite. The Buddhist school emphasizes twelve causes and conditions."

The little boy nodded dullly, knowing he had asked the wrong person.

No matter what happened to my grandfather, there was his truth, and no one had argued with him.

After the little boy was taken away by the nurse, he greeted her to go over.

Shen Xi obeyed his heart and sat side by side with him: "Done talking?"

Fu Dongwen usually coaxed this youngest grandson, but today there are guests coming, so she has to take care of him.

In December of last year, the Chinese in Macau could not bear the oppression. They demonstrated and travelled. Eight people were killed by the Portuguese army and more than two hundred people were injured. At this time, Portugal and China have not established diplomatic relations, and the two countries cannot talk to each other.

After the murder, the Chinese gunboat unloaded its gun jackets in the waters surrounding Macau and aimed at Macau to protect the Chinese. The Portuguese government that made trouble in Macau showed its weakness, lowered its flag at half-mast, admitted its mistakes to the Chinese citizens, and had to fly the Chinese national flag in Macau.

Because of this incident, many people have been looking for Fu Dongwen recently.

Originally, he had to deal with it for his sons and daughters, but he knew that this was a major event in Macau, and he saw a guest. Shen Xi didn't want him to worry about this anymore, but he was Fu Dongwen.

"It was one step away that year, and Macau went back."

He was talking about the year Japan surrendered. He originally wanted to force the Japanese to retreat to Macau and take the opportunity to regain it... Never thought that the devils surrendered faster than expected.

He suddenly said: "Sooner or later, it will be returned to China, just like Shandong."

Unfortunately, he couldn't wait any longer.

I can't wait...

He leaned against the back of the sofa chair in the light of the lamp.

"When Macau goes back, let the boss send us back to Beijing with a handful of Macau soil," he whispered, "This time you will be selfish, and you will go back with me."

"Okay." She responded.

The snow in Beijing city has not been seen for decades...

When the snow is thick, the leather shoes can be stepped on without reaching the trouser legs. Fu Dongwen couldn't help but think of the courtyard of the Fu's old house. In winter, when he stood under the eaves at the entrance of the study, he could often see the snow blown down by the north wind.

There are lights at night, with his back facing the light source, he can watch all night.

"Well, how did you talk about the past?" he asked.

"It was the child who asked me why everyone in our family has the surname Shen, but you have the surname Fu."

Fu Dongwen smiled.

He reached for the cane, supported the sofa with his left hand, got up, and walked to the desk.

Shen Xi's pen is still there, and the paper is readily available. He copied the pen in his hand, took off the cap, and wrote four lines on the paper. After finishing writing, he put down his pen and returned to her side.

Fu Dongwen handed her a folded piece of paper.

In his eyes, she unfolded the paper. The words on the crease are still the same.

This is his improvised life. The magnificent waves and the hardships of life and death have faded away, leaving only these short thirty-two words:

When I saw it, I felt happy.

Due to fate, we will settle down.

How much life and death, the green hills are still there.

The mountains and rivers are unharmed, and they will be together for a hundred years.

——The end of the network——

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Take a breath and finish writing.

This is my first essay with more than 300,000 words, and it is also the first time I have written the Republic of China.

Thank you, everyone, especially the people who have accompanied me from the beginning of the first chapter to the present, from last May to the present... This article has been written for eight months, and your company is very precious. Aquarius is a particularly impatient constellation. During the period, I once went crazy with my friends, saying that I don't want to write anymore,...because of too much pressure and exhaustion of effort.

I once joked with readers on Weibo, saying that this article was too **** and that I would take a three-year break after writing, and I couldn't write serious topics.

I remember the last time I talked about painstaking efforts, I was talking about beauty bones. This article, um, is more attentive than that article.

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