The Twelve Years: Song of the Unsung Friends

On the day the fourth brother was rescued, it rained continuously in Beijing.

Fu Dongwen's car was trapped in the rain. He couldn't wait, and walked through the front door to Fu's house.

On the way home, he regretted countless times that he had brought Dong Chi on this road to save the country. In those few years, most of the saviors died, and the road ahead was dark and dark, and news of the death of old friends came one by one. He thought it was himself who would die next, but he didn't expect that it was Dong Lan who was kidnapped.

Since Dong'an was kidnapped, there have been rumors in Beijing. It is said that the fourth master of the Fu family offended the chieftain because of seeking flowers and asking Liu, and was taken away to teach him. Only Fu Tongwen knew that they were threatened with revenge because they offended the royalists.

For half a year, he couldn't get news from his fourth brother. From anger to despair, he was ready to collect his corpse. Unexpectedly, God opened his eyes and made Fu Dongwen wait for the great news.

He entered Fu Dong'an's yard, and there was rain and mud from his knees. Under the help of the maid, he changed clothes hastily and walked into Fu Dong'an's bedroom.

The young figure on the bed was very haggard. The thin, clean shirt was attached to his back, soaked in sweat. In the light, you could see traces of cold sweat.

"Where did the Fourth Master hurt?" Fu Dongwen asked the Chinese doctor.

Chinese medicine doctors dare not answer.

He looked at Tan Qingxiang who had arrived one step ahead of time: "You do."

Tan Qingxiang's eyes were red, and big tears had fallen out before he spoke. He was a doctor who returned from abroad, and a big man suddenly shed tears in front of several people in the house, causing Fu Dongwen's heart to shrink suddenly.

Dong Fang on the bed turned his back to the outside, as if he hadn't heard the third brother coming, but his hands were fisted and the sheets were twisted in a way. There are also people with heavy smokers in Fu Dongwen's elder brothers, but because of the continuous confession of smoke at home, he has never seen a real smoke addiction. At this moment, the fourth master of the Fu family was sweating profusely, his nose and tears running, he arched his shoulders and necked, completely unable to restrain his convulsions... Fu Dongwen stared at him for a long while, then went to see Tan Qingxiang.

Tan Qingxiang was suffering from internal colic and nodded silently, affirming Fu Dongwen's conjecture.

Si Ye's life is still there, but he is addicted to opiates and is dependent on morphine.

That day, the two Chinese medicine doctors in the house couldn't understand Tan Qingxiang's tears.

They could not even understand Fu Dongwen's pale face. The powerful young masters in the capital are all addicted to smoke, including the third master Fu, who is also a famous prodigal son. Not only Chinese medicine practitioners, but also people in every room in the family, including Master Fu, also regarded this as commonplace. In a big family like the Fu's family, concubine and smoking are both romantic and not indecent things, which are nothing.

The Fu family is rich, but not a grassroots.

If Siye Fu is only craving smoke and morphine, just buy him.

But Fu Dongwen and Tan Qingxiang knew that this was Zhu Xin.

After Fu Siye returned to China, he has been committed to helping people quit smoking. Fu Dongwen wanted to save the country and Fu Siye wanted to save the people. The man who reported such a purpose to return to the country was abducted and tortured with dual methods. The smog spreading across China and the tranquilizer pursued by the upper class in the West were all used on him. Life is still there, what about heart?

Fu Dongwen persuaded Dong's mother to agree to move Dong's to her yard to take care of her, because he was afraid that his appearance of quitting smoking and drug addiction would frighten the young Six Sisters.

There are two brothers in the Dongxi Nuan Pavilion. Tan Qingxiang sleeps in the suite outside the Xi Nuan Pavilion, taking care of him day and night.

In that era, morphine was promoted as a smoking cessation drug. Advertisements can be seen everywhere in newspapers: "Morphine, a newer from London, is scattered in multiple boxes. The medicine is pure and powerful, so the effect of addiction is relatively quick."

No one knows that this is a more toxic addictive drug.

The kidnappers enjoyed the pleasure of watching this Kuo Shao addicted to cigarettes, tears streaming down, and low self-esteem. But he couldn't really kill the fourth master of the Fu family, so he forced him to take opium while injecting him with morphine. The kidnappers think this is a good way to feed the drug while feeding.

But it made Dong Ming have a double dependence on smoke and morphine.

Thirty years of Guangxu, from summer to winter.

There were so many pinholes on Fu Tongming's body that he couldn't even find a place for the needles.

He used his body to verify a conclusion that morphine is more toxic than opium and is more addictive. In winter, he refused to inject morphine to quit smoking, and instead asked Tan Qingxiang to tie himself to the bed and forcefully quit smoking. The pain of abstaining from morphine is tantamount to entering a ghost gate. In the end, he lost control, crying and begging Fu Dongwen and Tan Qingxiang to untie him, and cursing and accusing Fu Dongwen with tears, losing his character and sober consciousness.

Finally, Tan Qingxiang forced him to instill a sleeping medicine, which put him into deep sleep.

But in his sleep, he was still crying.

A seven-foot man, the fourth master of the Fu family, a doctor of medicine studying abroad, a western medical doctor who dedicated himself to helping Chinese people quit smoking after returning to China...was crying in his sleep, calling his mother's name, Fu Dongwen's name...

He was asking for help, and Fu Dongwen could do nothing.

During those days and nights, Fu Tongwen often thought of giving up. He also had money. It would not be a problem for his fourth brother to inject morphine until he was old and died. "Three brothers," Fu Dongdi was briefly awake after the sleeping pills passed, staring at him, "I am a doctor, I am... a doctor who wants to help people quit smoking..."

Tan Qingxiang took the injection syringe and looked at Fu Dongwen, undecided.

For this fourth brother, Fu Tongwen personally selected the birthday gift for his first birthday, and selected Mr. Xiyang who came to teach at home. Even after he went to the UK, he was in charge of choosing a school for him. Only this major was chosen by Fu Tonglan himself. This is his ambition, his lifelong ambition, he has no right to choose the next life path for him.

The repeated cursing, crying and begging tortured Dong Chan, and also tortured him.

Fu Tongwen didn't know if Fu Tongfan had pleaded with those city hooligans in the six months since he was abducted. They would not tie him to the bed and force him to control him. What they want to see is this aristocratic family boy falling into the mud.

That night, the capital was full of snow.

Finally, Dong Ming was too tortured, so he asked Fu Dongwen to ask for morphine.

Fu Dongwen walked out of the warm pavilion without saying a word. Soon Tan Qingxiang came to inject the person in bed with what he needed. Fu Dongwen then personally brought in a basin of hot water, slowly wringed the towel in the hot water, wringing it out, and wiping his face and hands for the fourth brother.

Since he was tied to the bed, there has been no one in this house, and only two big men, he and Tan Qingxiang, served the fourth brother.

With his eyes slightly narrowed, Dong Ming leaned against the bed, and he got a moment of relief.

Fu Dongwen changed him into a clean shirt and trousers, still laughing and teasing: "The third brother is taller than you, and the pants should be rolled up and worn."

On the bed, Dong Ming laughed and said in a dumb voice: "Brother, remember that I was shaved off a monk's head on a cruise ship to the UK?"

"Why don't you remember?" He folded his handkerchief and sighed, "That was the most downright time."

Dong Ming said with a smile.

On falling out, it should be tonight. He lost to himself, and his self-esteem lost to drug addiction.

"Just rest," he said.

"Brother," Dong Ming whispered, "Give me a big smoke."

A brief silence.

He, Dong Yan and Tan Qingxiang stopped at the same place.

Finally, he laughed first and said: "Didn't you and Qingxiang have a consensus. Compared with morphine, smoke is nothing? You shouldn't need that."

"The last time." Dong Min insisted.

Fu Dongwen looked at him for a long time, nodded, threw the towel into the copper basin, and went out with water.

He ordered the people to prepare smoke soil and smoking utensils, and summoned one of the best smokers in the house to wait in the house.

There was snow outside the window, and smoke inside the window.

Fu Tongwen and his fourth brother were both wearing white shirts. He put his suit and coat over his fourth brother's shoulders, copied the black fox skin on the couch, and draped them, leaning against him to accompany him. In front of his face, Dong Ming whipped out a cigarette without saying, and finally scraped off the remaining dregs carefully, and took the last bite with the dregs.

He looked at all this with a complicated mood.

"It's embarrassing, isn't it?" Dong Qiang smiled.

He whispered in a joking tone: "The young masters with the third brother are like this, it's nothing."

In fact, Fu Dongwen was right. For people addicted to morphine, opium is not a gluttony.

Dong Ming put the smoke gun on the window edge, watching the heavy snow outside the window.

Tan Qingxiang entered the room with a sullen face. Fu Tonghan pretended not to see him, but it was his third brother who was mediating. Speaking of Rouge Lane, then Su Qing.

Fu Tongming raised his glass to apologize: "Qingxiang, a thousand words, this glass of wine is over."

Before Su Qing reached the age of fourteen, she revised a book, with affection between the lines, begging the fourth master of the Fu family to buy her first night. But Fu Dong'an already had a woman in his heart in England, how could he make another poor girl perfect? Fu Tong had no choice but to make himself a good friend-Tan Qingxiang bought Su Qing's Night of Broken Melon, thinking that even if he could not fulfill her infatuation, she would also have a caring person.

Although Tan Qingxiang is a poor man, he is also an aspiring young man full of economics, better than countless children of a family.

Only later, Lang You's concubine had no intention, but Tan Qingxiang fell into love.

"It's not a big deal, there's this love in fate." Tan Qingxiang was more open to it than Fu Dong'an.

The two old classmates toasted to each other and laughed at each other.

That night, Fu Tonglan, who was briefly comforted by morphine and heavy smoke, recalled the past with him and Tan Qingxiang, and talked about the days and nights spent overseas in Britain. When Dong Min talked about his fiancee who had been privately set for life, he always smiled helplessly, and counted the spoiledness of the other overseas Chinese family, such as... "Eating baked biscuits must be covered with peanut butter. Very squeamish."

Inside the house, the candlelight flickered, and the cold winter blizzard outside.

"Third brother..." Dongfang looked at him by the light of the lamp, "I have been stuck in drug addiction for the past few days, and I didn't mean to scold you sincerely. Don't take it seriously."

How could he take it seriously and laugh.

"Come on "Man Jiang Hong"." Dong Yan suddenly looked like a child and made new demands of him.

Fu Tongwen smiled slightly: "Then you have to wait, the third brother watched you for a few hours, and he didn't have time to drink a sip of tea." He said, calling the young man waiting outside the door: "Make a pot of tea. ."

The little boy responded, and within a moment, all the refreshments came.

The four masters of the Fu family are like the third master everywhere, except that they are incomparable. The third master likes to listen to the drama, and the fourth master has a broken voice. Dong Ming was eating tea, although he couldn't sing, he hummed and hummed halfway up, his eyes blurred.

It is: "Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles away, clouds and moon. Do not wait for the young man's head to be white, empty and sad."

It is also: "Hungry to eat the Hulu meat, laugh and talk about thirst for the blood of the Huns, and wait for the old mountains and rivers to be cleaned up from scratch.

Fu Tong's high-five, and praised: "This drama is the best. When the old mountains and rivers are cleaned up from the beginning, they will face the sky!"

He sang it that night, and after his fourth brother fell asleep, he had a drink and counted.

There is sadness, comfort, and melancholy in my heart. I don’t know what Fu Dongchan will be like tomorrow. Whether he wants to continue fighting against addiction and drug addiction, or give up completely, choose to live a similar life with countless Wang Sun Guizhen, and wait for him with a cigarette At the same time, I got up three poles in the day to wash, did not support two hours and then snuggled on the collapse, killing the hours one by one?

Thinking about it, he laughed at himself. He was too drunk, forgetting that the fourth brother's body was not satisfied with the smoke, what he needed was morphine, how long could his arm, which had nowhere to get the needle, last?

It was not the morning light that awakened him, but a gunshot.

He thought for a long time, but he didn't expect that Dong Ming chose a dead end.

When he saw his fourth brother lying in a pool of blood, Fu Dongwen finally understood why Dong Yan would smoke in front of him unscrupulously. He wanted him to see a disgusting body and let him understand that this body was connected. Fu Dongchan himself would also hate it. Want to discard, want to give up.

The man who fell in a pool of blood was lying on a suit jacket soaked in blood. That jacket was personally draped on his shoulders for his fourth brother late at night. The gun in Fu Tong'an's hand was also his, and it was stolen while he was asleep.

From that morning, the Fu family was in great chaos, and the servants came to collect the body, and Dong'an's mother cried so badly that she fainted several times. The father also scolded him why he had to force his fourth brother to quit smoking, which cost him a life.

Fu Dongwen did not refute it.

When the yard was silent again, he sat on the steps outside the house, as if out of the way.

In the ice and snow, he sat motionless, holding his hands crossed and propped under the bridge of his nose, looking at the snow in the courtyard, fascinated. It seems that Dong Ming is still beside him, impassionedly stating the road to national salvation...

If he starts all over again, he would rather be selfish, and refuse to take away the unkempt, gray-faced, and fleas-ridden Fu Dongming on the Bund Pier. He was **** and sent back to the Fu family in Beijing to make him a rich young master struggling in the shadow of his family. In the end, he had to succumb, marry a wife and have children, spend money like the earth, and spend his whole life.

Be from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, overturned Que.

To be re-started.

...

For those in the play, kicking the gong is a "restart", but the outsiders have no chance to start again.

Dong'an, Huangquan Houtu, I hope you can go slower.

The road to sacrifice and serve the country is left to the third brother. I hope you will reincarnate again and it will be China's prosperity and prosperity.