Chapter 323 Blame Me if You Want to Blame
The latest website: Zhulan stood at the door and looked at Yang Wuchun carefully. It has been a year since she saw him. Wuchun has changed a lot. The previous Wuchun still had a smile on his face. Now Wuchun is more and more majestic, with a murderous aura on his body. Not moving in the yard was like a bloody knife, Wu Chun's eyes were red, and Yulu was so frightened that she hid in Li Shi's arms.
Li Shi also took a step back in fright, Li Shi muttered in his heart, as expected of a person who came down from the battlefield, his aura is scary.
Yang Wuchun's throat moved, and he knelt down with red eyes, "Uncle, Uncle."
Zhulan's eyes instantly turned red. Although she had no illusions in her heart, Zhulan couldn't help crying when she saw Wu Chun's reaction. It's been a long time since she faced the death of a loved one for the first time, and she hoarsely said, " Is it Wu Dong, or Wu He?"
Yang Wuchun's nasal voice was very strong, "It's Wu Dong, who died to save me. I am ashamed of my grandfather's instructions and my parents."
It was his own younger brother who died, the youngest brother, Wu Dongqin was not married, and he, the eldest brother, did not protect his younger brother well.
Zhulan cried, she still remembered that young man who loved to laugh and love to play, and joked with her when he left, "Gu, wait for my military exploits to be brought back, so that Gu can enjoy herself."
Zhou Shuren's heart sank, and he stepped forward to help Wu Chun, "Go into the room and talk."
Wu Chun wiped his tears, he walked up on the blood of his little brother today, "En."
Mrs. Li and Boss Zhou were quite happy at first, but now they are both stupid. They only paid attention to Wu Chun's promotion and fortune, and never thought that all generals are made by fighting.
Mrs. Li said quietly: "It's no wonder that parents are not in a good mood recently, it turns out that parents have already guessed."
Boss Zhou carefully recalled that after seeing Wu Chun, his parents were very worried when they came back. They guessed it that day. Boss Zhou had a strong nasal voice and a hoarse voice. Resisting crying, "Why is it gone!"
Mrs. Li also cried, and Xuehan came back to her senses when she heard the cry, knowing that Cousin Wu Dong was really dead, she covered her mouth with her handkerchief, and cried, Ming Teng and Yulu were young, Ming Teng was just what death was, but I don't understand deeply, it's just that the parents are crying, the grandma is crying, and the little guy is crying too. Yulu also cried when she saw her brother crying.
Ma Eryue lowered her head, she was obviously happy, and sighed in her heart, as a servant, he really didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only stand stupidly.
Inside the room, Zhulan wiped away her tears and asked, "Where's Wuhe?"
Wu Chun said sadly: "Wu He is injured,
He is recuperating in Zheng's family, so he should be fine. "
Zhou Shuren didn't want to sprinkle salt on Wu Chun's wound. His younger brother saved him. Wu Chun was the one who hurt the most. He moved his mouth but didn't ask.
Wu Chun's eyes were red, "They are all under my command, we were ambushed, Wu Dong shouldn't die, it's me, he blocked the knife for me, it's me, I have a son and a daughter, he hasn't married yet what!"
He has no face to see his parents, dare not face his grandparents.
Zhulan and Zhou Shuren had guessed it a long time ago, and their tolerance was better. They watched Wu Chun vent their regrets. They knew that Wu Chun had been holding back in his heart. Can't stop.
Zhu Lan stared at Wu Chun's eyes, Wu Chun's eyes were bloodshot, it was because Wu Dong hadn't had a good rest after Wu Dong's death, Wu Chun's heart was the most tormented among all people.
Wu Chun slapped herself hard, Zhulan wanted to step forward and stopped her outstretched hand, she and Zhou Shuren watched quietly, Wu Chun sat down on the ground crying loudly, crying out of remorse.
Wu Chun cried for a long time, and after a long time, he gradually calmed down.
Zhou Shuren stepped forward to help Wu Chun, "The battlefield is ruthless, you can't block all the responsibility on yourself, you decided to go to the battlefield to fight for the Yang family, you have prepared for the worst in your heart, Wu Dong in the spirit of the sky doesn't like to see you either Live in regret."
Wu Chun's voice was completely hoarse, "Uncle."
He knew, he knew, he forgot that when Wu Dong died, he smiled at him and said that it was good that he was alive.
Don't look at the little brother who is usually joking, this kid knows everything, not only his own elder brother saved him, but also this kid identified him as the hope of the Yang family.
Later, even Wuhe was stabbed for him, but Wuhe was ordered to persevere to the reinforcements, but Wuhe was also seriously injured, and he did not participate in the subsequent battle. When he left the northwest, Wuhe had just recovered. go to the ground.
Wu He knew that he was suffering in his heart, and insisted on seeing him if he was injured. Wu He said that he and Wu Dong were willing to die for him.
Zhulan's eyes were red and swollen from crying, her voice was hoarse, "Did you bring Wu Dong's body back?"
Wu Chun sniffed, "I sent someone to escort Wu Dong's body back to my hometown. I should have followed, but the war was not over and I couldn't leave. Later, I went to Beijing. According to the time, I should have arrived at my hometown."
He didn't have that much money on him, so he borrowed a lot of money from the Zheng family.
Although there was a war at the border, there were also many desperadoes, as long as they were willing to spend money, escorting the corpse was not life-threatening, as long as the money was enough, they were happy to do it.
Zhou Shuren patted Wu Chun, "You did a good job."
He knew that when the battlefield was cleaned, too many people died, some were burned on the spot, and some of the better ones would be cleaned and buried together. Only some generals with official status would be transported back separately.
Wu Chun was able to bring Wu Dong's corpse back from the battlefield, and even asked someone to send the corpse home, which is already very good.
Zhulan was worried about her parents, they were getting older, and she didn't know if they could bear it.
In Sunjia Village, Wu Dong's body has been buried, the white-haired man sends the black-haired man, and the Yang family is filled with sadness.
Yang Dayong locked himself in the room for two days, and called his two sons. Yang Dayong looked at the elder son's graying hair, closed his eyes and opened them quickly, "Boss, you must want to know why I later Leave Wudong and Wuhe alone!"
Yang Zhumu lowered his head, "Father, needless to say, I already guessed it."
Yang Zhulin's eyes were red, "Father, you are right."
Yang Dayong's heart hurts too, "Wu Dong and Wu He are good boys, if you want to blame me, blame me, they all listen to me, Wu Chun can't die."
Yang Zhumu choked with sobs, his old son, "Father, I understand that Wu Chun is also Wu Dong's real brother, Wu Dong can save his brother, he is happy, my son has no complaints."
Yang Zhulin, "My son didn't complain either."
Yang Dayong's hands are shaking. He has been on the battlefield, and he knows that his life is not his life. He has three grandchildren, and he has already been mentally prepared. It would be good if he could survive one. Now that two survived, he should be happy , but why does my heart hurt so much!
In the capital, Yang Wuchun finally calmed down, and was about to give credit, when Boss Zhou came in, "Father, Zheng Hong is here."
Zhou Shuren said: "Please hurry up."
Cough cough, Yang Yang thinks and thinks again and again, it is unrealistic for the three brothers to live~~~~