Chen Zikun's memorial ceremony was held at Chuqimen, Chongqing. In the huge venue, thousands of people stood in the rain, with gun guards wearing white flowers on their chests, standing on both sides of the coffin, a large portrait in the rostrum, the young general was full of energy and his voice was still there.

The drizzle was drizzling, and the sorrow was low. A black car slowly drove over. Chairman Jiang and his wife came to attend the ceremony. The audience stood up to pay tribute. The chairman was wearing a black veil in military uniform and looked sore. Mrs. Jiang wore a black cheongsam with a plain face facing the sky and looked sad. The couple came onto the rostrum. The commissioner delivered a speech in person, reviewing Chen Zikun's life in revolution, praising him as a good student of the Prime Minister and an outstanding son and daughter of the Chinese nation, and awarding the widow the highest honor of the State Government, the Guoguang Medal, and the letter of honor and grief to his widow.

Chen Zikun's widow sat under the canopy at the front of the rostrum. Yao Yilei and Jian Bing both changed into black mourning clothes, their arms were wrapped in black veil, and their children were wearing mourning clothes and red eyes.

Yao Yileitai received the medals and letters of honor and grief from the Chairman. Although she was extremely sad, she must not lose her composure at this moment. After all, she was a lady from a noble family. She was carrying the pain of losing her husband. Facing the crowd, she was still calm and calm and spoke well: "We are all very sad when our husband died. In order to fight against the Japanese invaders, soldiers can sacrifice and generals can also sacrifice. The Chinese nation has reached the most dangerous moment. I hope that the death of our husband can inspire the people of the country, unite to fight against Japan, defend every inch of the country, and defend every compatriot. We do not cry, because those who are about to become slaves to the country are not qualified to cry."

The loudspeaker played Yao Yilei's pure and soft Peking Mandarin to the audience. Everyone was moved by it. A student-like man raised his arms and shouted: "Down with Japanese imperialism." Then there was a thunderous shout.

Another girl shouted, "General Chen has been through the ages!" She still responded.

Then, thousands of people sang the marches of the Volunteers in the rain: "Get up, people who do not want to be slaves will form our new Great Wall with my flesh and blood..."

Although he said he did not cry, the scene in front of him made Yao Yilei recall that in the spring of the eighth year of the Republic of China, she and Chen Zikun were still young people in their prime, the Liuguo Hotel with bright lights and wine, the Zhaojialou on Chang'an Street, and the earth-shaking kiss of goodbye at Tianjin Wharf, and tears suddenly burst into tears.

Chiang Kai-shek and his wife shook hands with Yao Yilei in front of them. Mrs. Jiang said, "Mrs. Chen, if you have anything to help, you can come to me."

"Thank you, madam, thank you, chairman." Yao Yilei wiped her tears and returned to normal.

A man dressed in a mountain dress with a sharp eyebrows and starry eyes came over and spoke in a Huaian accent: "I am Zhou Enlai, General Chen and I have been old for many years. This is the little intention of our Eighth Route Army Office in Chongqing. Please accept it."

As he said that, he handed an envelope, and the two staff members unfolded the scroll, and the rice paper was filled with five big words: "The horse is wrapped in a corpse."

Yao Yilei couldn't help but feel a sore nose. Her husband died tragically, and she didn't even leave a whole body. She was sent back in a charred corpse wrapped in a tarpaulin, which was exactly the same as these five words.

People from all walks of life presented elegiac couplets and wreaths, and Feng Yuxiang, Song Ziwen, Chen Guofu, Dai Jitao, Li Zongren, Bai Chongxi and others all had elegies.

Yao Yilei and Jianbing kept thanking each other and bowed mechanically, feeling extremely sad.

After the memorial ceremony, Chen Zikun's ashes were buried in Yutai Mountain, Beibei. Ten thousand people saw them off in the rain. Three Japanese planes flew to Chongqing at the right time, but did not drop bombs. Instead, the goddess scattered countless white papers like flowers. The Japanese army used this form to express condolences to the first enemy general who bombed the Japanese mainland.

...

In Beitai, the vast green gauze tent, the battle just ended. Chen Zikun led his men to attack a single Japanese squad and wiped out the enemy. The battle was very difficult. After Beitai fell, bullets were not available. Bullets such as portable machine guns were useless. They could only use rifle formations. Without armored vehicles and cannons, the shortcomings of the tactical literacy of the Beitai army were exposed. More than 100 people besieged twenty or thirty Japanese troops, and the battle was still quite difficult. In the end, they had to bayonets to resolve the battle.

Chen Zikun sat on the edge of the field smoking, suddenly sneezed, wiped his mouth and continued, and then slapped seven or eight times one after another, and couldn't help but mutter: "Who is thinking about me?"

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After the funeral, the family returned to the hotel exhausted. Facing the crowded and messy corridors and the rooms with peeling walls, Yao Yilei began to regret not purchasing real estate in Chongqing in advance. She bought a villa in Hankou, but who could have expected that the loss was so quickly, Wuhan had fallen, and the house could only be cheaper for the Japanese.

Although they were extremely sad and tired, everyone was waiting for the meal, and Yao Yilei had to force herself to cheer up and call the widows to meet. Beitai was lost. Not only Chen Zikun died in the air crash, but the soldiers who held until the last moment also survived and died with the city. The wives and children of Yan Su, Chen Shou, Chen Qilin, and Xue Bin were all crowded in this hotel. At this moment, Yao Yilei was the leader of everyone.

A group of orphans and widows were sad and sighing. In fact, their family's foundation was not weak, and they always had deposits worth more than 100,000 yuan, but they were all in the bank of the sea. They could not withdraw them in Chongqing. They left Beitai in a hurry and didn't bring a few items to change clothes. They didn't have much money. They were even difficult to eat now.

"The most urgent task is to find a place to settle down. Staying in a hotel is not the solution." Yao Yilei said.

"I'll go find a house." Chen Qilin's wife raised her hand.

Yan Su's wife said, "I remember one thing. Beitai's machinery and equipment seemed to be shipped to Chongqing. They are all our things. Even if you sell scrap iron, it's worth a lot."

Yao Yilei's eyes lit up: "Of course we can't sell scrap iron. We can do what men can do. When we settle down, we find these machines and build the factory!"

Everyone was moved by her bold words and prepared to go. Yao Yilei returned to her room and saw Yan'er lying on the bed, her eyes closed and motionless, and her heart felt ache. Her daughter and her father had the deepest relationship. She cried in the funeral like tears, and she finally fell asleep.

When I went to cover her with a blanket, my forehead was hot!

Yao Yilei was immediately panicked. Jian Bing came in and after a checkup, he said, "I have a high fever, hurry and go to the hospital."

There is a clinic on this street where the hotel is located. Usually, you can see an old man with white beards taking a consultation. There are many people seeking medical treatment and asking for medicine. It should be a local famous doctor.

Yao Yilei hurriedly picked up the child and went to the clinic. There was only a young girl in her twenties wearing a Yindanshilin dress. She was holding an old medical reading "" and saw the patient coming in, so she stood up and greeted: "Let's see a doctor."

"Where is the old doctor?" Yao Yilei was impatient.

"Grandpa has gone to the hospital, I'm afraid he will be back late." said the eldest girl.

"What should I do?" Yao Yilei stamped her feet in a hurry.

"Let me take a look." The eldest girl put down the doctor and helped Yan'er in her sleepy pulse. Yao Yilei had no choice but to let her diagnose it.

"Little sister is overly sad." The eldest girl smiled.

Yao Yilei was shocked: "How do you know?"

"The pulse can be found." The girl took out a pen and started writing the prescription. She wrote the fly head in small calligraphy with one hand very beautifully. She didn't look like a doctor prescription, but like a female student in school tracing the red.

"Just take this medicine and take it. Take it more time. You need to treat your heart disease with your heart. Stay with her more and give her guidance." The girl handed over the prescription.

Yao Yilei was skeptical. Jian Bing took the prescription from the side and saw that it was all medicines to calm the mind and calm the mind. He nodded at Yao Yilei.

"How much?" Yao Yilei took out her wallet.

"No money." The girl smiled quietly and touched her hair on her forehead.

Yao Yilei still put down the five dollar fiat currency and took the medicine with her daughter. After taking it according to the prescription, Yan'er was indeed much better, but she was still depressed and the pain of losing her father was afraid that only time could smooth it out.

In the evening, Chen Qilin's wife Zhang Huiru came back excitedly, saying that she had found a house with ten bedrooms downstairs, a yard and a garage. The location was also good, but the owner only sold it but did not rent it. The price was not high, and it was 10,000 yuan of legal tender. It was just like giving it for free.

Yao Yilei and Jianbing looked at each other and both thought this house was worth buying.

"The landlord and his family wanted to take it off and go to Hong Kong as soon as they were listed. I asked him to meet him. I gave him a hundred yuan to stop selling it to others. I will kill him first and then report, so you won't be angry." Zhang Huiru said complacently.

"A quick decision, good work, let's go and see the house now." Yao Yilei patted Zhang Huiru on the shoulder and praised.

The house was as good as it said, and it was just right for them to live. The next day, Yao Yilei took the promissory note to the central bank to withdraw 10,000 yuan of legal tender and took Zhang Huiru to buy a house. Jianbing took a group of people to pack his luggage and prepare to move.

The transaction went very quickly. The owner was a man with a greasy and freckle in his thirties. He took them to the district office to transfer the property, bought a few prints, and posted the new house deed, paid the money, and got the house. Everything went very smoothly, which made Yao Yilei a little unbelievable.

The facts proved that her premonition was right. When a group of orphans and widows came to the house with their luggage, a thick man in silk trousers and jackets came out of the room, shook his hands and sprinkled a golden black folding fan, his fingers were so big that he had an emerald ring. His fat neck and shoulders were long together, and his face was stuck in round sunglasses, full of momentum.

"What are you doing?" The man blocked his way.

Yao Yilei said: "This is my house. I haven't asked you yet, what are you doing here?"

The man sneered: "It's strange. It's obviously my house, why did it become yours?"

Yao Yilei walked to the window and saw an Eight Immortals table in the room, three big-sleeved and round-waisted men were building mahjong, and the wooden shells of top hats and box cannons were hung on the wall.

She understood that this was a trap and was deceived.


Chapter completed!