Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1297 The Affection in Adversity 1

Chapter 1297: Chapter 1297 The Affection in Adversity 1

Chen Rong and Lu Cheng could hardly care about peanuts and broad bean flowers; all that occupied their minds was one name, Zhou Fengchun!

"Old Zhou, do you know Old Zhou?" Chen Rong exclaimed in a low voice.

They hadn’t heard Zhou Fengchun mention Lu Jiang at all. After all, Lu Jiang had become well-known in the military in recent years as a rising star. They had heard of him from time to time but just hadn’t paid much attention.

If Zhou Fengchun hadn’t mentioned him, it meant he had no connection with Lu Jiang.

Lu Cheng, leaning forward with his hands on the table, asked, "Where is Old Zhou?"

Since it was Zhou Fengchun who said both of them liked these foods, and Lu Jiang’s wife had promptly sent the peanuts and broad bean flowers, it meant she must currently be in contact with Zhou Fengchun.

The whereabouts of Zhou Fengchun were what they wanted to know the most.

"Right, where is Old Zhou?" Chen Rong followed up, saying this youngster wouldn’t visit the Three Treasures Hall for no reason. But seeing that he could bring news of Zhou Fengchun, they decided to take a more serious and enthusiastic attitude.

Lu Jiang smiled faintly, raised his glass in a gesture of invitation, and said amid their impatient gazes, "Uncle Zhou has been sent to my hometown, the Wanglou Brigade. He’s currently living in the cowshed with my father, looking after each other. My youngest son loves listening to Uncle Zhou’s stories. He calls him ’Grandpa Zhou’ with such fondness."

"Living in a cowshed?" As soon as Lu Cheng spoke, he immediately remembered the issue with Lu Jiang’s background and quickly asked, "So he was sent down to a cowshed. How is Old Zhou’s health now? I’ve heard that his arm was broken."

At this point, a hint of sorrow flashed in the eyes of both Lu Cheng and Chen Rong, much like the lament for a hero at the end of his journey.

Lu Jiang spoke softly, "Both my wife and nephew are doctors. After Uncle Zhou came to the Wanglou Brigade, his health has improved under their care, though one of his arms is disabled and his asthma acts up constantly, which is hard to eradicate and needs careful attending. Moreover, the local elders and folks in our hometown are very decent. They admire the contributions made by revolutionary soldiers to the country and the people. They believe that without the sacrifice of the soldiers’ blood, there would not be the current era of peace, so they usually do not make things difficult for them."

Chen Rong brought his hands together as if to pray and was about to chant, "Amitabha," but suddenly remembered the current situation where monks and nuns were being forced to eat meat. He immediately swallowed the words that were about to come out and repeatedly said, "As long as he’s alive, as long as he’s alive!"

The country was at peace, and they, as aged veterans, sought not for fame or fortune, but only for peace.

Lu Cheng looked at his old friend, then said to Lu Jiang with a solemn voice, "Has Old Zhou never thought about contacting us?"

"He probably couldn’t before." Lu Jiang replied, taking out the letters Zhou Fengchun had sent to both of them, "Now that he knows I’ve joined the military, he has written these letters under my wife’s name. They were written with his left hand and look quite different from before. You may have a look, gentlemen, and whether you believe them is up to you. As for me, I am merely the messenger."

Lu Cheng immediately opened his own letter and read through it at lightning speed, a tear glistening in his eye, "It’s Old Zhou, it’s Old Zhou, there’s no mistake! The handwriting is not like before, but the tone is the same as always!"

Chen Rong too had rapidly finished reading the letter, saying excitedly, "At last, I can put my heart at ease!"

The two men clasped hands, saying to each other, "Good!"

Lu Jiang stood up, "I have delivered the letters and brought the items, so I won’t disturb the two old predecessors any longer."

Too much of anything is not good, and it is necessary to stop at the right time.