Struggle will succeed, and dreams will always come true. In Meng Youtian's view, that is what coaxes children, although many adults also use this as an inspiration.

In life, it is difficult to encounter a big fish, just like the riddle of the riddle of the hoe. When you meet you, you can't see it. Not everyone can meet the old man's luck in "The Old Man and the Sea", although the old man finally gets an empty fish frame, which does not damage his supreme honor. And more people do ordinary things in ordinary positions, pass by peacefully throughout their lives, and are unknown; even if they have never met a big fish once in their lives, they still live their lives.

Therefore, God only gives everyone the luck to live, and does not give everyone a promise of a big fish. Any place or job is just a track you are running in the present, but it is not destined to be the sky where you can fly.

Meng Youtian wanted to retreat and arranged a way out. This was not about love or patriotism, but about fear of history and respect for life. He struggled in the whirlpool of movement, surrounded by crazy cheers and actions, cautiously and wasted spending decades with fear. Is that patriotism? Even if these are all worries and will not happen really, then it is not a sin to avoid it for the time being, and then observe it before entering, right?

Thinking mode is the biggest difference between Meng Youtian and others. The memory of historical vicissitudes gave Meng Youtian wise thinking and also gave him the burden of looking forward. If you think too much, you cannot move forward.

"When I win in the future, I can travel all over the world. No matter where I go, I don't have to be afraid or worry. There are tractors, hydropower stations, and big and new factories everywhere. You can sing, study, and work at will... How can you be so unhappy if you have such a day!"

Meng Youtian frowned slightly and looked at Zijuan. She was very happy. As if she had found a new life goal. This girl was too immunized. She believed in the propaganda of the simple people and the illusory beautiful prospects. Of course, who doesn't yearn for a bright future? But who knows that the goal will be so far away, so far that it will take many twists and turns, so far that it will make her hair gray?

"All these are Qin Lianfang told you?" Meng Youtian sighed secretly and smiled reluctantly. He said, "That's really a beautiful prospect."

"Yes, she talked to me a lot." Zijuan did not realize Meng Youtian's emotional changes, and said with a smile on her own: "A society of equality is not exploitation, no oppression. There is no war, no corrupt officials, everyone lives freely and dignified..."

"What about the exploiters, what she calls the exploiters, including you, right?" Meng Youtian's tone was a little ridiculed, "Where have they been transformed spiritually or eliminated from above?"

Zijuan was stunned for a moment. She blinked her eyes and thought for a while, and said, "It should be a transformation. As for me, I am going to give all the land at home to the government for free, and I don't have to pay rent for farming. I will have to rely on my own hands to make a living in the future."

If you rely on your own hands to eat, you may starve to death. Meng Youtian doesn't want to continue arguing about this topic anymore. The future is an unknown number. Who will believe the prophecy? Even he doesn't know if history will change.

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"Long-side sweeping" is also known as "comb tactic". It is a change in formation and direction during the "Sweeping" period. For example, when the sweeping was initially sweeping, it was a combination attack from south to north, and then it could be changed to a combination attack from east to west. Like a comb, it combs horizontally and vertically so that the enemy can escape difficulties.

However, this tactical improvement is difficult to implement for mountainous areas. The terrain in the mountains is complex and there are few roads. It is difficult for the enemy to spread their troops to separate them. For example, in places like Tumen Village, Shili Village, and Lianggangzhuang, there are only one or two roads leading to the outside, and it is impossible to sweep vertically and cross-border.

After analyzing the relevant information, Meng Youtian temporarily eliminated his worries. To be honest, what he least wanted to see was the Japanese army adopting the tactic of garrison and suppression, which was a decisive battle between the two sides competing for endurance and will. Once the enemy set up a stronghold in Shili Village or Tumen Village, searching the mountains is a predictable action, and the people who are hiding from the mountains and forests will face a dangerous situation.

During these days, Meng Youtian cheered up and began to pursue Zijuan. Well, pursuing this word is not very appropriate. It should be to regain the old relationship between the two and let it burn again. The effect is quite good. Meng Youtian is not a master of picking up girls, but he is more lively than the people at that time and can like girls more. Zijuan is just confused in his heart. It is also difficult to break the window paper due to his face. Meng Youtian took the initiative and was enthusiastic and considerate, and the ice layer of the membrane gradually melted.

"It's snowing this winter. If there is less rain in spring, drought will be near you." Meng Youtian rubbed his feet against the ground, and the thin snow could no longer cover the soil and stones.

"It will always rain in summer, right?" Zijuan bent over, looked at the stone cave at the bottom of the cliff where the water was stored, and said, "Brother Tian, ​​you have made preparations long ago. Isn't this water enough?"

"If the drought lasts for a long time, there is nothing we can do." Meng Youtian explained: "These are almost enough to use seedlings in spring, and in the future, we can only pray to God. Therefore, if there is a drought in spring, this year's planting plan may change."

"How did I change? I, haha, don't know how to farm." Zijuan straightened her waist. Today she was wearing a small jacket, with a fur-collar coat outside, which looked very elegant.

"Toufuluobu, Erfu vegetable, planted with kimai after three kimai." Meng Youtian smiled faintly and said, "All crops have growth cycles. Only when they grow before frost can they have a harvest. If it rains late, I want everyone to plant kimai with a shorter growth cycle. No matter what, it is better than no harvest in the cereals."

"You always have a way." Zijuan pursed her lips, "It seems that she can do anything, but nothing can stump you."

"Oh, there are so many things that can stump me. I just don't say it. Of course you don't know." Meng Youtian signaled Zijuan to follow him and said slowly: "I can only hold on, as if I have full confidence in everything I do. Otherwise, everyone's spirit will be gone, and once this spirit is dissipated, it will be difficult to deal with."

"Brother Aritian, I know the dangers and hardships you have experienced in the past few years." Zijuan glanced at Meng Youtian's legs and said softly: "For the sake of the villagers, for the family, and for us. Everyone is so convinced by you now, and thank you."

Meng Youtian smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "You only understand me. My family members are just worried about my safety and let me hide at home. But in these days, except for going into the mountains to be a savage, there is no way to protect themselves. Well, even if you enter the mountains, it is not safe. No one can resist. Maybe one day the Japanese will take it out."

Zijuan immediately felt warm in her heart. She was so happy that she was coaxed by Meng Youtian's good words. She was the only one who knew her.

"Do you know what will support me to persevere until the end and kill the Japanese?" Meng Youtian struggled to step over a stone, turned around and stretched out his hand, and naturally pulled Zijuan up, but his hand did not let go.

Zijuan gently bit her lower lip and said, "The instinct of survival, well, and her reluctance to her relatives."

Meng Youtian nodded gently, took Zijuan's hand and continued to walk forward, "At that time, I was thinking, I can't die here. If I had no one, how would my family live? I promised Mr. Song to take care of Zijuan, but she was scared to death. I hadn't seen her recover yet!"

"Brother Arita--" Zijuan called out softly, and couldn't continue to say anything, but just held Meng Youtian's warm big hand tightly.

"Do you know how cute you were at that time?" Meng Youtian suddenly smiled and turned around, looking into Zijuan's eyes.

"Silly, I'll sleep when I'm full, like a pig. What's the cute thing?" Zijuan smiled and bent her eyes.

"Like a child, carefree and not cute, it's so enviable." Meng Youtian smiled and said, "Well, it's easier than a child. He knows to urinate and doesn't cry."

Zijuan pounded Meng Youtian with anger. The past was not dissipated, and the words were warm and heartwarming. The estrangement between the two was weakening. But the relationship was deepening.

Meng Youtian’s feelings for Zijuan were sincere. The first love he had when he came to this time and space was unforgettable. As for what happened later, he had nothing to argue about, and the man’s weaknesses. He also had it, and he couldn’t control it even if he gave him a chance.

"Really, it's not a joke." Meng Youtian said seriously: "I also hope to think about nothing and worry about nothing, and be able to live a peaceful life. But responsibility, yes, is responsibility, the responsibility of a man. Sometimes I can't breathe."

"Then, let me share the burden for you in the future!" Zijuan said this sentence in a stuttering manner. To her, it seemed tactful, but to Meng Youtian, it was already a very direct expression.

Meng Youtian held Zijuan's little hand and kissed her gently on her mouth. Without too much language, a gentle movement was the tacit understanding between the two. This cold season could not stop the two hot hearts from touching each other.

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The day in winter is very short, and the setting sun has just sunset in the scattered clouds. The dusk cannot wait to cover. The stars blink in the sky, looking at the candles lit in the house. A faint red light shines from the window paper.

Of course, Meng Youtian knew the principle of struck while the iron was hot, and also knew how to make Zijuan happy. Two red candles, a pot of wine, four side dishes, and a very affordable newlywed will make Zijuan have no desire for defects. After all, she is a woman, but she has never experienced the most happy ceremony for women.

Went to the world, worship the high hall, and then to the couple, Meng Youtian always thought that kneeling down was a very painful thing, but Zijuan's blushing face and shy and happy smile made him feel that it didn't matter if he worshiped a few more times.

Zijuan was wearing a big red dress. Although it was just a wedding for two people, she was not picky. Meng Youtian was already satisfied and happy when she could make up for this moment. She smiled and remembered the scene when she was playing house when she was a child. Now it finally came true. Although there were twists and turns and regrets, no one complained. It was fate that made people feel bad and fate, and it also brought her and Meng Youtian into pieces.

The red candle sways, and the lights are beautiful. Meng Youtian and Zijuan drink light wine slightly. Although it is simple and casual, they are not both of them.

"Try this, rabbit meat, we raise it ourselves, eat it whenever we want." Meng Youtian took the stewed rabbit meat and sent it to Zijuan's mouth. The bride smiled shyly and opened her mouth to eat it.

"It's delicious." Zijuan's little face was flushed and her body was warm. After a glass of wine, it added to the bright color on her face.

Meng Youtian was already sitting next to Zijuan and reached out to wrap his hand around the girl's slender waist. Zijuan's delicate body shook, which obviously made people feel her nervousness, and the flesh on her back was tense. Meng Youtian gently stroked her back and said, "At that time, I often thought about such a situation. Who would have thought about it? Have you ever thought about it? Ha, don't lie, your face turned red."

Zijuan listened to Meng Youtian's soft voice, her body slowly relaxed and began to speak softly. In this warm and soft environment, she seemed to have returned to her original personality, both happy and ashamed, quiet and gentle.

"We haven't had a drink yet!" Meng Youtian patted his head lightly, remembering an important part of the wedding bridal chamber.

"If it is said in ancient books, it is called Heiyu wine, but we don't have any melons." Zijuan smiled with a pursed lips.

The word "he" is unfamiliar to modern people like Meng Youtian. In ancient times, "he" means newlyweds drink Hehua wine together in the bridal chamber. Hehua means floating, cutting a melon into two scoops, and the bride and groom take one for each to drink, which is called Hehua. Hehua began in the Zhou Dynasty, and later generations used Hehua each other, and Hehua is a bitter and inedible thing, and it must be bitter wine for serving wine. Therefore, drinking Hehua wine together not only symbolizes that the husband and wife are united into one, but has been united forever since then, but also contains the profound meaning of letting the bride and groom share the joys and sorrows.

After listening to Zijuan's explanation, Meng Youtian suddenly realized that the things in his previous life were streamlined and improved. Just like the wedding night, it was far from as romantic as in ancient times.

"Without a slight change, we will always have a good meaning." Although Meng Youtian was a little disgusted with the improvement and streamlining, he could only make it difficult to improve it at this time. He filled two wine glasses, raised one to signal to Zijuan, reminding him: "Only drink half a cup!"

Zijuan didn't understand why, so she raised her glass and drank half of it, and then put down the wine glass.

Meng Youtian poured two and a half glasses of wine together, shook it gently, divided it into two glasses, raised one, and said solemnly: "You have me, I have you in me, I have you, we will be together and grow old together."

Zijuan's eyes turned red, as if moved by these words. She raised her wine glass and said softly: "Grow old together until old age, and be with life and death."

This is like a sacrifice for love. Meng Youtian smiled, this is a traditional woman, who is gentle and virtuous.

He was in love and said nothing, relying on each other to express his affection. The red candle burned a small part, Zijuan was a little drunk, while Meng Youtian was intoxicated. He lay on the kang with his eyes half closed, Zijuan's head leaning against his shoulder, his eyes were blurred, as if water was about to drip out. His hand reached into the bottom of his clothes, touched Zijuan's skin, his lips were kissing, his tender face, round earlobes, blurred eyes, and warm and moist lips.

Well, Zijuan let out an emotional whisper, love melted between entanglement, and the candlelight extinguished in an artificial wind...
Chapter completed!