PFC Chapter 272 Burial
Chapter 272 Burial
Yu Wenye stood at the door, his head still aching. He held his forehead and a light bulb went off in his head. His expression changed drastically.
"Wan Fan, something's wrong!"
Wan Fan reacted and rushed into the house.
After entering, he saw Niu Batian took out a dagger and stabbed himself in the chest. Wan Fan stepped forward to knock his dagger away. He looked serious.
"What are you doing?"
"Are you doing this to honor the comrades who sacrificed their lives?"
"Would she want to see you like this?"
Hearing this, the steel-like man who had been shot several times without making a sound, now squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, sobbing.
Wan Fan didn't dare to go out and stared at Niu Batian in the house.
Wan Fan thought of his uncle and his eyes turned red.
"There are always people who sacrifice their lives on this road. It's better to die meaningfully than just die like this. I don't think this comrade wants to see you do this for her. Think about it carefully and think about what else she wants."
"The living suffer the most, but we have to live. We have our own responsibilities and missions. She definitely wants you to live, to carry her share..."
Niu Batian tucked Wang Juan's hair behind her ear. He looked down and found a notebook fell out of Wang Juan's arms.
He touched his face, sniffed, and opened his notebook. Seeing that Wang Juan liked studying, Niu Batian was worried that he would have nothing to talk about with her in the future. So he studied secretly when Wang Juan was in Shanghai. After Wang Juan left, he secretly found a teacher for him, preparing to give Wang Juan a surprise when they met again. Unfortunately, Wang Juan had not seen the poem he wrote for her yet.
Niu Batian withdrew his thoughts and looked at the records in the diary, tears dripping onto the book. At the beginning of each article,
"Lao Niu, it was very dangerous on my way back. I met an older sister. She's strong and brave. She's now a guerrilla fighter. I must learn from her..."
"Lao Niu, I've seen a lot of new things in my hometown. They're not foreign clothes or goods, but new spiritual things. Women here can hold up half the sky..."
"Lao Niu, my boss said I'm very talented, so I'm going to a training class..."
"Lao Niu, the teacher at the training class said I'm very smart and a potential student. Haha, I'm so happy.
I'm going to say this here, you must not be happy, if we have a baby, it would be great if it can study like me, haha..."
Her handwriting changed from crooked to neat and clean, and Niu Batian's heart ached a little more with every page he read.
On the last page, Wang Juan wrote:
"Lao Niu's place is really good, you must come and see it, you will like it here..."
After seeing this sentence, Niu Batian couldn't hold it anymore.
He fainted, and when he woke up again, all the wounds on his body were bandaged.
"You must leave. The Japanese have already searched this area."
After Niu Batian woke up, Wan Fan said to him:
"you…"
"Okay, just Juan. I will leave. I want to bury Juan in a beautiful place with mountains and rivers."
Niu Batian was about to leave, and he went with Yu Wenye. He didn't want Wang Juan to be buried here casually.
Wan Fan was a little troubled about how to transport Wang Juan's body. He thought about it and decided to find Wu Youcheng. Although this guy is young, he is also a talented person.
Wan Fan found Wu Youcheng at the school gate. Wu Youcheng was very excited. He whispered:
"how's it going?"
"Our people have died, and now we need to transport the bodies out for burial. Do you have any way to leave the city..."
Wu Youcheng thought about it, clapped his hands and said:
"I have an idea. I'll call some classmates to go out of town and play together."
Wu Youcheng did what he said. He brought his classmates with him and asked the driver to drive his brother's car. He replaced the driver with Wan Fan halfway through the journey.
Wan Fan opened the door and was about to say something to Niu Batian, but Niu Batian looked sad and spoke slowly.
"bring it on!"
"This box can be stretched."
Wan Fan opened the box, and Niu Batian found that there was a partition inside the box. When the box was opened, it looked like a simple coffin.
Niu Batian bought a pair of gold rings to represent himself and Juan. He put them in Wang Juan's hands so that Juan would not feel lonely.
Niu Batian held the notebook, looked at the lock of hair in his hand, and said softly:
"Juan, I'll take a look for you..."
“I’ll find a good place.”
He put the box in the back of the car and assured Niu Batian.
He drove away, and Niu Batian was completely stunned.
Yu Wenye wiped his tears and coughed silently with his hands covering his mouth.
Niu Batian came back to his senses, turned to look at him, and asked in a hoarse voice:
"Am I too unmanly?"
Yu Wenye opened his mouth and coughed.
"No, you are a real man with a real personality!"
On this side, Lin Ruotang received the news that Xie Wuwei was injured and rushed to the hospital.
She had a bad feeling and walked into Xie Wuwei's ward with heavy steps. Xie Wuwei was bandaging his wound with an expressionless face.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Niu Batian turned out to be a member of the Red Party. He shot me, but Wang Juan seemed to have been shot by a traitor of the Red Party in the car. I guess..."
Lin Ruotang clenched her fingers, her breathing stagnated. Wang Juan might have been sacrificed. Her eyes were red, and she asked in a low voice:
"Red traitor?"
"Yes, dead."
Lin Ruotang covered her mouth and tears streamed down her face.
Guan Hao walked in and saw Lin Ruotang crying. He glanced at the injured Xie Wuwei.
"Is Deputy Captain Xie seriously injured?"
Lin Ruotang took a deep breath, wiped her tears and said:
"Well, they say there are sequelae!"
Xie Wuwei stood up and wiped Lin Ruotang's tears.
"It's okay, I'm fine!"
Seeing that the two of them treated him as air, Guan Hao felt that he shouldn't have come.
Lin Ruotang just watched Xie Wuwei cry, and no one else came in to disturb him.
When there was no one around, Lin Ruotang opened his mouth.
"Sister Juan..."
Xie Wuwei's eyes were filled with sorrow as he nodded slowly. When Niu Batian got into the car, he saw Wang Juan's blood spilled all over the ground and she was completely unconscious.
Lin Ruotang came to Wan Fan's house and knocked on the door.
Niu Batian took out his gun vigilantly, walked to the door, looked out carefully, saw a familiar figure, and immediately opened the door.
When Lin Ruotang saw Niu Batian, she was a little dazed. After just a few days of not seeing him, Niu Batian had become so thin that his eyes were bulging.
Lin Ruotang took out the medicine he brought with him, and his lips trembled.
"Wan Fan went out of the city to find a good place for Juan..."
Seeing her like this, Niu Batian knew what she wanted to ask and spoke softly.
Hearing Niu Batian say this, Lin Ruotang could only choke up and say:
"it is good!"
"How are you leaving Shanghai?"
Niu Batian said to Lin Ruotang:
"I have a way. You have to be careful recently. Miss Lin hopes that we can meet again in the future!"
Lin Ruotang nodded, turned and left, and finally ran.
Returning to her car, she pressed her hands against her eyes, as if this would prevent her tears from falling. All she could think of was Sister Juan's bright smile.
When Wan Fan arrived outside the city, Wu Youcheng pretended to have a stomachache and told his classmates that he was leaving first. He then drove to the foot of a mountain with Wan Fan.
The two found a place with beautiful mountains and rivers.
Wan Fan carried Wang Juan out, and Wu Youcheng was shocked.
He took a closer look and was shocked. He knew this person and had a good relationship with Secretary Lin. How could he be dead?
She was an anti-Japanese activist, and Secretary Lin...