Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Chapter 1221 Suicide note

Slide slowly down the cheek.

Jiang Cheng subconsciously turned his head and looked at his mother Li Yan.

But I was surprised to find that even my usually strong mother looked as pale as paper.

Tears fell like beads from a broken string, and I cried so hard that I could hardly breathe.

She had no time to care about her heartbroken husband beside her.

Not only Jiang Jianmin and Li Yan, but even Qiu Zheng who was sitting in a wheelchair was crying uncontrollably at this moment.

Tears burst out like a dam breaking.

He was crying but smiling at the same time, his eyes fixed on Jiang Jianmin.

The laughter contained the ecstasy after the reunion, but the crying was filled with all the hardships, difficulties and grievances experienced over the years.

It seemed as if he wanted to vent all the longing and painful experiences that had been accumulated in his heart for many years at once.

And so, neither of them spoke a word, and they didn't even move a step.

Only a few meters apart, they just stared at each other silently, letting the hot tears flow down their cheeks.

At this moment, an expression of both depression and extreme pain appeared on Qiu Zheng's severely burned face, which looked quite hideous and terrifying.

However, when he saw his father and mother's tears dripping uncontrollably.

Look at Qiu Zheng's body covered with scars.

Jiang Cheng's eyes couldn't help but become moist and red, and his heart was filled with endless sorrow and deep sympathy.

Looking at his father's actions, Jiang Cheng was 100% sure that the man in front of him was Qiu Zheng.

I remembered the scene when Jiang Jianmin suddenly stopped at the entrance of the alley just now.

At that time, Jiang Cheng naively thought that his father was just immersed in memories of the past, reminiscing about the lost years of youth and the beautiful moments that once existed.

However, when he saw with his own eyes the mutilated body of Qiu Zheng, Jiang Cheng realized that he was wrong.

It turns out that Jiang Jianmin stopped just now because he didn't dare, because he was afraid, and because he was sad. Of course, it was also mixed with his deep attachment to the past years and his difficulty in letting go...

Qiu Yihe, who was standing by, looked at his father sitting in a wheelchair and crying heart-wrenchingly.

After coming to his senses, he immediately walked forward quickly with an expression of alienation and heartache on his face.

He reached out and patted Qiu Zheng on the back, then said, "Dad, don't cry. Don't forget what the doctor said. You can't get too excited."

Looking at Qiu Yihe's actions, Jiang Cheng's brows suddenly frowned.

Because he found that the interaction between Qiu Yihe and Qiu Zheng was a little awkward, but the relationship between father and daughter should be just average.

For example, the interactions between myself and my parents are very natural yet with a hint of intimacy.

Hearing this, Jiang Jianmin's face turned pale instantly and he looked at Qiu Zheng with worry.

He knew he had to stay calm at this moment.

So he used all his strength, forced himself to take several deep breaths, and tried hard to control his emotions that were about to collapse.

After a slight adjustment, Jiang Jianmin walked to Qiu Zheng's side as fast as the wind.

He squatted down, stretched out his arms and hugged Qiu Zheng's thin body tightly.

His voice trembled slightly with excitement, and was filled with endless heartache and concern.

"Old Qiu, how could this happen... Stop crying, we have to be strong and listen to the doctor!"

Feeling Jiang Jianmin's warm embrace, Qiu Zheng felt a warm current in his heart.

He raised his only remaining healthy hand and gently hugged Jiang Jianmin's back.

She choked up and said, "I never thought I'd have the chance to see you again in this life. My life has not been in vain..."

As he spoke, tears couldn't stop falling from the corners of his eyes again.

Jiang Jianmin patted Qiu Zheng's shoulder gently, giving him silent comfort.

Then he slowly stood up, walked around behind Qiu Zheng, held the handles of the wheelchair with both hands, pushed the wheelchair himself, and walked towards the warm living room.

Along the way, the two were silent, but the emotions between them were like a surging tide, spreading in the air.

When Jiang Jianmin finally pushed Qiu Zheng into the living room and settled him down, he was able to take a closer look at this once handsome and high-spirited friend.

However, the scene before him made him feel heartbroken.

Qiu Zheng's head was completely bald, without a single hair. Instead, it was covered with hideous scars that crisscrossed each other like marks left by a demon.

Seeing this, Jiang Jianmin's face instantly turned gloomy, and a hint of murderous intent suddenly flashed in his originally gentle eyes.

He bit his lip, trying to suppress his anger and grief, and then asked, "What happened? Didn't your letter just say that you were injured and retired? Why were you injured so badly?"

Looking at Jiang Jianming's eyes that were frighteningly red and seemed to be able to spit out fire, Qiu Zheng forced himself to suppress his emotions.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and then said to Jiang Jianming calmly: "Sit down first, sit down first, don't just stand there, sister-in-law, Xiao Jiang, you sit down too."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng politely nodded slightly to Qiu Zheng and said softly, "Thank you, Uncle Qiu."

After sitting down, Jiang Jianmin couldn't suppress his inner impatience and anxiety, and started asking questions again like a string of cannonballs.

"What the hell is going on?"

Qiu Zhengze kept his head down. After a moment's silence, he slowly raised his head and began to recall the past.

He lowered his head slightly, coughed lightly, then raised his head again and continued speaking slowly in his slightly low and hoarse voice.

"After you left Kyoto, I became a pilot as I wished. I even became an ace pilot when I was 16 years old. In fact, I wrote you a letter when I was years old, but I never sent it in the end."

"What letter?"

"Suicide note?"

Jiang Jianmin thought about it quickly, and then said sadly: "Suicide note? 16 years? So, is it because of the sea mission in that year that you are like this?"

Qiu Zheng nodded silently, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

"That's right. At that time, the United States assembled two large aircraft carriers, carrying 150 fighter jets, five cruisers, seven destroyers, and a comprehensive supply ship, and deployed them directly to the front line of our coastline."

"There are even several attack nuclear submarines. According to the news we received at the time, the other side vowed to cede our Chinese islands and even attack our coastal inland airports with missiles... They even have two attack ships 300 nautical miles away, carrying 3000 marines."

Jiang Jianmin looked at Qiu Zheng’s red eyes.

He nodded with a serious expression.

"I know about this. This is the largest military confrontation since World War II. At that time, our domestically-made aircraft carrier had not yet been launched, and the imported and modified aircraft carriers had not yet formed combat effectiveness. The navy of the United States has always been known as the first combat power on the blue planet. Even though we are at home, we may not be sure that we can fight this tough battle in the face of the disparity in equipment."

Hearing this, Qiu Zheng unconsciously clenched his intact hand, as if he had returned to that extremely tense moment.

"Back then, we in China mobilized all available military forces. It is no exaggeration to say that we summoned almost all the ships and vessels in the country and quickly gathered them at the turbulent coastline at our doorstep."

Qiu Zheng's voice trembled slightly, and it was obvious that the memory was still deeply engraved in his mind.

"We even made the worst-case scenario plan and sent four admirals to the front line at once. Everyone was prepared to go there and never come back..."

"Faced with the needs of the country, no soldier backed down. Even many retired soldiers returned to the army without hesitation the moment they received the recall letter."

"When the mission was received, all soldiers were required to write a suicide note and carry a body bag, ready to sacrifice at any time."