Several times in dreams

Chapter 75
Before winter came, Meng Wanying also exchanged another yellow croaker for food.

She didn't know what to do next year, she discussed with Jiang, if it was not possible, the whole family would plant the few acres of land in the suburbs, so they couldn't starve to death.

I hope that the weather will be smooth and rainy next year. No matter how hard it is, as long as there is a harvest, it will be good.

On a dark and windy night one month before the New Year's Eve, Wen Jing came back over the wall.

Just as Jiang was about to go to bed, he heard a thud in the yard.

Is there a thief?Apart from food, there is nothing to steal from this family.

Jiang's eyes widened when he thought of food, it was food for the whole family to survive the winter, and he would fight this thief!
Jiang picked up a stick to hold the door, and rushed out. Changsheng also heard the voice, picked up a knife that he had been wearing all year round, and came out of the gatehouse.

The yard was dark, and a black figure was slowly groping towards the wing room. Jiang wanted to shout, but was afraid of scaring Yuhui, so he just picked up a stick and beat her directly.

The man was also vigilant, and when he heard the wind coming from behind, he turned his head and flashed the stick, and grabbed it with his hand.

"Don't move!" Chang Sheng pressed the knife against the man's waist from the other side.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Jiang said sharply.

"Mother, it's me." The man whispered, deliberately lowering his voice, "I'm Wen Jing."

"Clang!" The stick in Jiang's hand fell to the ground.

Wen Lan also came out with a lantern, and she looked at her face, it was really Wen Jing.

I haven't seen him for half a year. Wen Jing is skinny, ragged, and his face is covered in ashes.

"My child!" Jiang wailed while hugging Wen Jing.

"Hush! Shh! My mother, please keep your voice down! I sneaked back here!" Wen Jing hurriedly stopped.

Jiang Shi was so frightened that he immediately stopped talking, and took Wen Jing into the house, "Hurry up and make a bowl of noodles for your brother!"

"Roll more, I haven't had enough to eat for days!" Wen Jing smiled wryly.

Vinlan turned and went to the kitchen.

Meng Wanying put on her clothes and came out when she heard the voice, Yuhui was already fast asleep.

"Wenlan, you boil the water, I'll roll it! It's faster this way."

The sister-in-law and the sister-in-law worked together, and the noodles rolled by Meng Wanying were thin and chewy. When Wenlan's water boiled, the noodles were ready.

Wanying cracked an egg into it, thought for a while and cracked another, sprinkled a handful of chopped green onions and dripped a few drops of sesame oil before serving.

When Wen Lan brought a large bowl full of egg noodles into the room, the aroma made everyone salivate.

Wen Jing impatiently brought the basin over, and it wasn't too hot, and while blowing on it, he snorted and slurped it into his mouth. In a blink of an eye, the bowl of noodles was finished, and there was not even soup left.

Wen Jing wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and sighed contentedly, "Hey! Finally alive!"

"You don't know that the construction of fortifications, the digging of tunnels, and the building of blockhouses are really not done by humans."

Wen Jing closed his eyes, as if returning to those unbearable scenes.

Wen Jing and Lao Zheng were in the same team and started working before dawn every day. Sometimes the battle was tense and they were still digging trenches overnight.

They walked all the way west, and every day someone was hit by stray bullets and fell into the trench. If they died on the spot, they would be carried out and thrown outside.

Those who didn’t die were even worse, and the soldiers were injured, and no one would care about them, let alone the common people. The national army was retreating steadily, and people panicked.

Every day, some people deserted in the ranks of the national army, and the military discipline was lax. Seeing this, the ordinary people repairing the fortifications also began to flee.

Wen Jing and Lao Zheng had long discussed to take the opportunity to escape, but at this time Lao Zheng fell ill.

Lao Zheng asked Wen Jing to leave first, but Wen Jing couldn't bear to leave him behind, and said that he would leave together when he recovered from his illness.

After dragging on for half a month, Lao Zheng's condition became more and more serious, coupled with the lack of food, the weather was getting colder and colder, even freezing and hungry, seeing Lao Zheng's death.

Before he died, Lao Zheng grabbed Wen Jing's hand and refused to close his eyes.

Wen Jing cried and promised Lao Zheng that he would take good care of Xizi in this life and never leave him, so Lao Zheng closed his eyes and let go.

There were too many dead people around, including wounded soldiers and migrant workers, and there was no way to bury him. Wen Jing had no choice but to leave Lao Zheng among the dead, and fled desperately with a few other people while it was dark.

Unfortunately, they were discovered not long after they ran, and several national soldiers chased them. Wen Jing ran forward desperately, and the people behind were chasing them. There was gunfire, and he heard someone fall down.

But he didn't dare to stop, because he would be shot if he was caught back. Wen Jing ran forward desperately with his eyes closed. There was a big river in front of him, and he jumped into it without thinking.

The gunshots stopped on the shore, and Wen Jing rushed downstream along the current and landed on the shore, shivering from the cold.

He staggered forward, passing through a forest, at the foot of a mountain, the sky was slowly getting brighter, and he saw a thatched cottage with smoke rising from the kitchen.

Wen Jing felt joy in his heart, walked quickly a few steps, and came to the front of the room.

An old couple had just woken up and was lighting a fire to cook when they saw a dark person rushing towards them, wanting to say something, but fell headlong to the ground.

The two old men dragged Wen Jing into the room and changed his wet clothes. There was nothing to eat at home, so they boiled a bowl of thin noodle soup and fed it while it was hot, and Wen Jing finally recovered.

I dare not forget the kindness of saving my life. Wen Jing wrote down the name of this village, Lihua Village. After staying for two days, he bid farewell to the old man and set foot on the road back to his hometown.

Along the way, Wen Jing didn't dare to take the main road, and only chose small roads and woods. It was already winter and he couldn't find food anywhere.

When you see a village, you go in and ask for a little. Sometimes there are no people for several days in a row, so you can only drink some water to wrap your stomach.

Once he caught a hare in the woods, but there was no fire. Wen Jing was anxious and hungry, and almost ate the rabbit raw.

Fortunately, when he remembered the fortification work, an old soldier taught him to drill wood to make fire. He had to grind for two hours. When the first wisp of smoke rose, Wen Jing jumped up happily.

When the rabbit was cooked, Wen Jing hissed and inhaled hotly, and stuffed it into his mouth hungrily. He thought it was the most delicious thing in the world.

As he ate, Wen Jing remembered the dim sum made by his mother and the noodles rolled by his sister-in-law. At that time, his father was still there, his eldest brother was also there, and Wen Yu was also there.

After the family had dinner, they sat around in the main room with a heater and several oil lamps lit at the same time, making the home warm and cozy.

The eldest brother and sister-in-law were whispering on the side, Wen Lan sat by the stove in a daze, chasing Wenxiu all over the house by herself, mother hugged Wenyu and laughed with father, looking at them.

The warm picture faded away in a blink of an eye, and there was an extinguished embers in front of my eyes. The woods were eerie, and the surroundings were filled with darkness, only a few strange birds with unknown names screamed.

Everything can’t go back to the past, Wen Jing’s mouth was stuffed with roasted undercooked rabbit meat, his throat was blocked by indescribable emotions, he just sat in the dark, tears streaming down his face.

Just walking around like this, always on guard against the disbanded national army and the bandits in the mountains, Wen Jing walked for more than a month before slowly returning to the holy city.

Wen Jing took a pleasant bath with the hot water boiled by her mother, changed out of her dirty and torn clothes, and Wen Jing fell asleep comfortably.

Looking at the tortured and inhuman son, Jiang was so sad that he covered his mouth and burst into tears.

Wanying packed up Wen Jing's dirty clothes and threw them into the furnace to burn them.

"Mother! Relax, it's a good thing that Wenjing came back safely."

Wanying persuaded her mother-in-law.

"Yes, Bodhisattva bless you!" Jiang clasped his hands together and prayed devoutly.

"I heard from Wen Jing that the national army is almost finished! When the situation is stable, let's arrange his marriage with Xizi!"

Meng Wanying took the opportunity to make a suggestion to her mother-in-law.

"What? I disagree!"

(End of this chapter)