Reborn 1980: Scientific research leader farms to serve the motherland

Chapter 430 Uncle Arrives

With Jiang Xia's words, Jiang Dongcheng, who performed the affectionate performance, got stuck.

On the other hand, Jiang Xia laughed politely, and his tone was like that of an envoy from hell.

"Do you remember uncle, Jiang Donghua?"

"It's Jiang Donghua, who is four years older than you and has been taking care of you when your grandparents are away?"

"Is that Jiang Donghua who wants you to eat when he is hungry?"

"Is that Jiang Donghua who almost drowned to save you?"

"It's Jiang Donghua who you keep saying he disappeared."

Every time Jiang Xia said a word, her tone became a little bit heavier, gradually oppressing Jiangdong City's nerves.

The name Jiang Donghua is considered a taboo in the Jiang family.

When Jiang Dongcheng was seven years old, 11-year-old Jiang Donghua suddenly disappeared in the war zone.

It is self-evident what the disappearance of the war zone means.

The 11-year-old Jiang Donghua is obedient, sensible, sensible and sincere. He is even the captain of the juvenile guerrillas, and he can hit a hundred shots with a slingshot.

Although parents shouldn't have any preference, he is indeed the pride of Grandpa Jiang.

But it was such a boy who was praised by everyone and loved by everyone, who died at the age of 11.

When Grandpa Jiang said that Grandma Jiang knew the news, Jiang Donghua had been dead for two months and ten days. Endless remorse and guilt, followed by longing, constantly devoured the two of them.

But they can't go, can't leave.

Who hasn't lost a loved one in a war zone?
"Jiang Dongcheng, I found Uncle Jiang Donghua, are you happy?"

Jiang Xia stared at Jiangdong City with eyes as dark as an abyss, waiting for his answer.

"No, no, no, Jiang Donghua is dead! He's dead! He's dead!"

Jiang Dongcheng's performance was suddenly interrupted, and he looked at Jiang Xia with a frantic expression and shouted: "Jiang Donghua is dead! He is dead!"

"It's a shame I'm still alive."

The sudden voice made people around look behind Jiang Xia.

A white knitted shirt, casual sweatpants, and a pair of comfortable old Beijing cloth shoes with cold pedals underneath.

The visitor is in a wheelchair.

Jiang Xia turned around, her attitude was different visible to the naked eye, her whole body was filled with warm breath, walked to the back of the wheelchair, held the handle of the wheelchair with both hands, and said affectionately while blaming: "Didn't you say wait for me to push it?"

"Didn't I see that the atmosphere is here?"

The words of the man, that is, Jiang Donghua, made Jiang Xia smile helplessly and kindly, and pushed Jiang Donghua's wheelchair to the front of the crowd, facing Jiang Donghua's position.

Jiang Donghua, who was sitting, nodded slightly to the people around him, and said softly, "I'm sorry to bother you."

It was a simple sentence, but the people around felt flattered, and they answered repeatedly: "No, no."

The two in front of me, one sitting and the other standing, have almost the same appearance, but their temperaments are completely different.

If it was said that Jiang Dongcheng stood out from the crowd with his appearance and elegant temperament, and felt a little bit outstanding among his colleagues, then the appearance of Jiang Donghua would be a verdict of truth and falsehood.

A real Confucian scholar, a counterfeit counterfeit.

Even though Jiang Donghua was sitting in a wheelchair, everyone's eyes were still drawn to him.

Jiang Donghua in the wheelchair, after talking with everyone, his eyes fell on Jiang Dongcheng, and he was full of emotions for a while.

"Dongcheng, you are getting old."

"Hehe, yes, I'm getting old like this."

Jiang Donghua's words seemed to have touched some switch. Jiang Dongcheng, who had been stuck, suddenly woke up. There was no joy in seeing his relatives in his eyes, only panic.

Jiang Dongcheng pointed at Jiang Donghua, stepping back and shouting, "Impossible! Impossible! You can't live! You can't live!"

After seeing Jiang Dongcheng's performance like this, Jiang Donghua felt even more disappointed.

"Why can't I live?"

Jiang Donghua's questioning made Jiang Dongcheng, who was a little confused, blurt out: "You were killed by the bomb! I saw it with my own eyes, you were killed by the bomb!"

Jiang Donghua in the wheelchair suddenly lifted the blanket on his legs, and his empty trouser legs were lifted up.

"what---"

"hiss---"

"My God!"

The horrible scar was almost severed at the base of the thigh.

"I was indeed bombed, but I was lucky not to die."

"Look, I worked hard to survive just to come back to find you, are you happy?"

The horrible wound made Jiang Dongcheng back even more frightened. He staggered and fell to the ground with his hands on the ground, shaking his head violently, and his mind became even more confused.

"Don't look for me, don't look for me, don't look for me!"

Jiang Dongcheng shook his head vigorously, looking terrified, which gradually made people around him look suspicious.

But all people in old Beijing know Jiang Donghua.

During that period, Jiang Donghua, as the son of Jiaojiao and a leading figure, disappeared at a young age.

When he disappeared, Grandpa Jiang told the public that he was missing, but because no complete body was found, his old man was unwilling to admit his death.

But in fact, everyone thought Jiang Donghua was dead.

Logically speaking, Jiang Dongcheng, who is Jiang Donghua's younger brother, should be happy that such a character is still alive, but what does this mean?
Jiang Donghua, who was in a wheelchair, saw Jiang Dongcheng who had no remorse, and the little gap in his heart gradually closed.

As Jiang Xia said, Jiang Donghua is broken from the bottom of his heart.

Jiang Donghua in the wheelchair covered himself with a blanket, bent slightly, and looked at Jiang Dongcheng.

"Don't be afraid, brother doesn't blame you."

"When you met the enemy, you were scared. I understand. You accidentally pushed me into the place where the explosives were buried, didn't you?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone took a deep breath.

Jiang Donghua, was pushed into the explosives by his own brother?
Jiang Dongcheng on the ground has completely lost his mind. Jiang Donghua is a place he can't touch. He is really afraid of Jiang Donghua.

From childhood to adulthood, Jiang Donghua took care of Jiang Dongcheng alone, and he should be Jiang Dongcheng's closest person.

For the two brothers, if there is only one steamed bun, Jiang Donghua will give it to Jiang Dongcheng to eat, and he will drink cold water beside him.

But it was such a brother who was wholeheartedly for him. When the two saw a suspicious enemy, Jiang Dong became his own safety. He pushed Jiang Donghua into the place where the bomb was buried behind his back, detonated the bomb, and attracted the attention of the enemy. I took the opportunity to run away.

"Don't come to me! I have no choice, no way!"

"You are my brother, you said you would protect me!"

"You said you would protect me even if you die! Why are you looking for me!"

Jiang Donghua in the wheelchair bent over and stared straight at Jiang Dongcheng with relief in his eyes.

So, did he think so?

"I see. For so many years, I have been wondering why? You are right, I am willing to die to save you."

"However, the method of being pushed in by my own brother is the most unacceptable method for me."

"I can take the initiative, but I cannot be passive. These have two meanings, don't they?"

(End of this chapter)