My Spy Years

  Chapter 46 Qingming (recommendation ticket for collection)

  ‘St. Peter’s Church’ Nursing Home is located on the outskirts of the Petain District in the French Concession.

   "Officer Cheng, here we are."

  Cheng Qianfan paid the fare to the driver, "You wait here for a quarter of an hour."

   "Okay."

  The iron gate of the nursing home should have been repainted recently, and it doesn’t have the rusty appearance of the past, which makes people feel happy.

  Through the iron gate, you can see a row of green brick houses, which are the children's dormitory and canteen.

   There are slides and seesaws in the yard.

   There are also three swings.

  Bai Ruolan is wearing a light blue jacket and a dark black skirt, leading the children to play.

  Cheng Qianfan pushed the door open, and saw Xiaobao swinging on the swing. Bai Ruolan gently pushed the swing, and the little girl sitting on the swing giggled happily.

   "Brother Qianfan." Xiaobao, who was floating in the air, saw Cheng Qianfan standing in the distance with a food box and a smile, and shouted in surprise.

  Bai Ruolan turned her head to look at the sound, a small orange hairpin was pinned to her side-parted bangs, she had big watery eyes, the corners of her mouth were pursed, and the surprise in her eyes flashed past.

   "Ruolan." Cheng Qianfan waved his hand lightly.

  The girl's eyebrows and eyes bloomed with a beautiful smile.

  In the warm and cold season, the sky that has not been clear for a long time seems to be sprinkled with a large piece of warm sun, where the breeze blows, a hundred flowers bloom.

  …

  Bai Ruolan is the female teacher of the nursing home.

  She was an abandoned baby who was adopted by Miss Vivien Leigh, a nun from the 'St. Peter's Church', and grew up in a foster home.

  Miss Vivien Leigh regarded Bai Ruolan as her own, and hired someone to teach her English, Bible, history, geography and piano.

   This is a naturally beautiful, intelligent, and very kind girl.

  After the death of his parents, Comrade "Xiangwu" entrusted Comrade "Farmer" to send the young Cheng Qianfan to a foster home for a period of time.

  Here, an eleven-year-old boy meets a ten-year-old girl.

  During the saddest years of the boy, it was the girl Ruolan's kind and beautiful smile that silently warmed his heart and survived the most difficult time.

  …

  She asked him how his work was going.

  She gently talked about the joy of getting along with the children.

  The breeze caresses the ends of the hair.

   Plain dialogue.

  Cheng Qianfan held Xiaobao in his hand.

  It was as if a warm wind was blowing in his heart, this was the most extravagant peace and warmth he could enjoy.

   "Old Zhenxing's Qingtuanzi, you and Xiaobao's favorite." Cheng Qianfan handed the food box to Bai Ruolan.

   "Sister Ruolan, remember to leave a piece for Xiaobao." Xiaobao, who was left with Cheng Qianfan holding his little hand, waved his little hand and said Nuo Nuo.

  …

   "Brother Qianfan, you haven't come to see Xiaobao for a long time."

   "It's my brother's fault. My brother has been busy with work recently."

   "Oh, well, I forgive you."

   "Brother Qianfan, where are you taking Xiaobao?"

   "My brother took Xiaobao to see his parents."

   "Really?" The little girl's eyes flickered with surprise, but she quickly pouted, "Mom and Dad haven't seen Xiaobao for a long time, and Xiaobao is angry."

  Cheng Qianfan didn't speak, but gently touched the little girl's head, turned her head away, and gently wiped the corners of her eyes.

  Xiaobao is the orphan of comrade 'Zhulin' and Ms. Luo Huijun...

  …

  Cheng Qianfan first took Xiaobao to his parents' cemetery.

   This is a quiet cemetery.

  After the victory of the Northern Expedition, the Shanghai Municipal Party Headquarters of the Kuomintang moved the remains of Cheng Wenzao and Su Zhifu out of the mass grave and buried them together here.

  The tomb in Jiangshan's hometown is the tomb of the clothes of the two.

  Cakes, a bottle of wine, placed in front of the tombstone.

   Ignite the ingots brought.

   "Dad, Mom, my son is here to see you." Cheng Qianfan knelt down and kowtowed heavily.

   "I'm doing fine now."

   "My son will inherit your legacy and continue to fight for a free and democratic new China."

   "Xiaobao, come." Cheng Qianfan motioned for Xiaobao to come and kneel down.

  The little girl knelt down obediently.

   "Brother Qianfan, who is in here?"

   "It's Brother Qianfan's father and mother."

   "Oh." The little girl nodded.

   "Dad, Mom, this is Xiaobao, your daughter. You must remember to keep her healthy and safe for the rest of her life."

  When the parents were alive, they often joked that they would give Cheng Qianfan a younger sister, and the elder brother should love the younger sister.

  When mother Su Zhifu died, she was pregnant with Liujia...

  …

   This is a barren mountain, to be precise, a mass grave.

  Cheng Qianfan was carrying cakes and ingots in one hand, and the little girl's hand in the other, as they walked through the mass graves.

  Feeling that Xiaobao was a little scared, he bent down and hugged her.

   Came to a mound of graves. In front of the grave was a thin branch tied with a strip of red cloth.

   "Xiaobao, we are here."

  Xiao Bao poked his head out timidly from his arms, and looked around timidly.

   "Brother Qianfan, where are Mom and Dad? Xiaobao didn't see it."

   "Shhh—" Cheng Qianfan put down the little girl, "Xiaobao's mother is lying here, and they are sleeping."

  Only the remains of Ms. Luo Huijun and the other **** who died were buried in the grave. Comrade 'Zhulin' died in Yuhuatai, Nanjing.

  Cheng Qianfan placed the cakes he brought in front of the grave.

   Lit the ingot with a tap fire.

  Blue smoke rises.

  The little girl was ignorant, and according to Cheng Qianfan's instructions, she knelt down and kowtowed.

   "Xiaobao, kowtow again, there is another aunt here."

   This is a young lesbian, the same age as Huaer, when she died, she was the same age as Cheng Qianfan now, only 21 years old.

  Cheng Qianfan's eyes were full of sadness, and he bowed deeply.

  He turned around, faced the south direction, and bowed deeply again. At the farthest south side of the mass grave was Lao Liao's grave.

  Cheng Qianfan couldn't go to worship, he didn't know if there were any secret agents from the Party Affairs Investigation Office lurking, he couldn't take the risk.

  Afterwards, Cheng Qianfan did not pause, and bowed in two other directions.

  After the ingot was completely burnt to ashes, Cheng Qianfan got a few sticks of loess and covered it.

"Aunt Luo, don't worry, Xiaobao will grow up healthy and healthy, and she will live in the beautiful new China and live happily ever after." Cheng Qianfan said in his heart, this is an oath, he is willing to sacrifice his life A promise to wait.

  …

  "Brother Qianfan, are mom and dad dead?" Cheng Qianfan left with his little daughter in his arms, Xiaobao asked suddenly.

  Cheng Qianfan was stunned, for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

   "Little Treasure, you have to remember that Mom and Dad live forever, they are in your heart, you can think of them as soon as you close your eyes." Cheng Qianfan said softly.

   "Oh." The little girl nodded half understanding.

  Cheng Qianfan stopped in his tracks, he felt the little girl in his arms kept silent.

   "What's the matter, Xiaobao?"

   "Woooooooh—" Xiaobao burst into tears suddenly, curled up in Cheng Qianfan's arms, sobbing, "I, I, I, I don't remember what my parents look like."

  Cheng Qianfan didn't speak, he gently hugged the little girl in his arms tightly.

  He raised his head, tears could no longer stop...

   This chapter is very difficult, very difficult, not because of Calvin, but because of the many emotions that I don’t know how to express.

   I don’t know what kind of reaction this chapter will be, but I just feel that some people and some things should not be forgotten...

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