The knife on her neck was suddenly removed, and the murder was solved. For Zhen'er, luck came so unexpectedly, but she couldn't even think of congratulating herself, because Zhen'er's focus was firmly on
Focused on the four words "revolutionary martyr".
The most worrying thing happened. Zhen'er felt very distressed, as if she had been attacked by artillery fire. She asked almost tremblingly: "My comrades, he, who among them, who became a martyr?"
The middle-aged cadre frowned slightly, as if he wanted to say that this is a confidential matter, you should not ask, and you have no authority to ask.
But Zhen'er has been waiting for many years, and has been severely mentally tortured these days. Her nerves can no longer hold on, and she bursts into tears in the office with a loud "wow", heartbreaking and without any pretense, stumbling and saying: "I
, I have been waiting for so many years, and I am not afraid of being beheaded. Why are they gone just because of them? Tell me who sacrificed it. We are all comrades who have experienced countless lives and deaths together!"
"Comrade, do you know? In the devil's cave, you really only have support like that, otherwise you won't be able to survive."
This intense and sincere emotion made the middle-aged cadre seem to be infected. There was some compassion in his voice. After a while, he sighed and said: "Okay, Comrade Cheng Zhener, don't be so sad. Then
The comrade who wrote the report has severe heart and lung diseases, and every day she lives is a day of pain. She also managed to hold on." After a pause, he became serious again and said, "I have violated some disciplines by saying this.
, don’t ask anything else, I won’t tell you if you ask.”
Zhen'er was stunned and forgot everything else for a moment, knowing that the person he was talking about was Meng Ying.
He was obviously the most emotionally complex comrade, but he saved her at the most dangerous time. And the young sister has become a martyr and turned into dust, and all the grudges have turned into dust. She has no hope at all.
There is nowhere to say "thank you".
Thinking of this, she cried again, but it was silent, just the tears fell to the ground, for the little sister who worked hard, for her youthful years of fighting without regrets and other comrades who would never see each other again, and for the unspeakable feeling deep in her heart.
of guilt.
As for what she feels guilty about, I'm afraid Zhen'er herself can't tell clearly.
However, Cheng Zhener became more and more taciturn. She would only be quiet for a while when she occasionally saw her colleagues' children playing in the courtyard after school. She thought that she was really starting to get old.
After all, after the New Year, you will be thirty years old.
A few years later, the eldest sister who specialized in women's work found an afternoon to talk to her again. It was winter, there was heavy snow outside the window, and the sky and the earth were crystal clear, as if it was still in the Northeast. I really didn't have time to miss her poor but happy life.
In the same year, because the eldest sister was just chatting, she once again played a matchmaker for her. This time she introduced a widower with a child, a retired cadre, and a regional department store manager. The eldest sister said apologetically: "Sister,
Really, eldest sister is incompetent. I know you haven’t been married yet, so I feel so wronged to you. But the unmarried people I found are all disabled veterans. I have investigated and found that although this person is married, he is principled.
Well, he was an upright man, and his comrades all spoke well of him. The person before him was also one of our own comrades, and he was a health worker. Unfortunately, he met a remnant in 1948. He also waited for his children to go to school before looking for another one.
. Just based on this, it can be seen that he is thoughtful."
The eldest sister originally thought that Cheng Zhener would politely refuse or consider it. Unexpectedly, she agreed very readily this time. She just said lightly: "It doesn't matter. What's wrong with being married? I'm over thirty, and I thought I was a little kid."
Girl? Just make do with it, maybe it will be good for everyone."
Her youth and passion have long been exhausted, and she no longer dares to ask for love. She is not worthy. But it seems that she also lacks the energy to live alone in this vast world. What kind of sustenance, even if it is a temporary one, is really
fine.
At least that's what Cheng Zhener thought.
So, it was settled. Her husband missed the old war years very much, and occasionally reminisced with his bride about the loess hills and simple villagers in northern Shaanxi. He also wanted to hear about their history, but all he got was silence.
Zhen'er really didn't know what to say. Things that were kept secret were kept secret. Besides, it was also her deepest wound. It took a long time to scab, so how could she expect it to be revealed again?
But her husband couldn't understand. He felt that his wife didn't pay attention to him and was very angry. After several quarrels, they couldn't quarrel. Because Zhen'er could just sit on the sofa and knit sweaters for the children and listen to him get angry without saying a word. Then
At that time, everyone lived in Tongzilou. He was so loud and the superiors came to break up the fight. They thought he was bullying Xiaocheng and kept talking about him.
He couldn't express his pain, and he was so angry that he had to forget it. He was already married, so he could just live with it, how could he divorce? This was the thinking of most people of that era.
Zhen'er didn't think there was anything wrong with making do like this. Her memories became farther and farther away, and her life became more and more peaceful. Her only regret was that she couldn't have children. But it was a blessing in disguise that her stepson had a very good relationship with her. After my husband passed away in the 1980s,
She also went to her stepson's house for a while to take care of the child.
Later, everyone's life got better and better, so she returned to Lunan, the place where she had worked for half her life, reading books and planting flowers. The days passed so calmly, with similar flowers every year and different people every year.
She didn’t know how she could live so well. She actually survived her stepson and daughter-in-law, and lived into the new century. Their granddaughter is engaged in artistic creation. Because she was raised by her, they have a deep love between their ancestors and their grandchildren. After decrypting many things,
After hearing about the nature of my grandmother's work in her early years, I even gave her some TV discs to watch, which made her happy.
She thought it was boring anyway, so she played it on the TV at home - she was a veteran cadre and received a good salary. She never expected that one of these movies would be "The Conspiracy".
She adjusted the player with her aging hands and watched it all day and night. The unfamiliar actors seemed to take her back to the familiar years. Suddenly her eyes, which had been dry for decades, became moist, making her cry loudly again.
Sitting on the ground.
The next day, neighbors discovered that retired cadre Cheng Zhener had passed away. According to relevant files, he was 85 years old.
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