1970s: Hot wife accompanies the army, cold-faced rough man is not easy to tease

Chapter 207: The fifth from the left in the second row
Du Shuang couldn't help but think about this surname and this face.

Wasn't there one corpse and two lives lost?
Why still...

Du Shuang stared at the newspaper, trying to find some clues, but this was not a personal topic, and Gu Qingye's content only occupied a part of the space.

"Have you seen him? Does he look like the photo?" Du Shuang tugged at her daughter's arm. "Where is he from? How old is he?"

"It hurts, it hurts—" Gu Hongying struggled to break free and replied with a frown, "I'm not checking household registration, how do I know so much!"

I know but don’t want to say it, huh!

Du Shuang clutched the newspaper, her fingertips pinched so hard that they hurt. The memories of more than 20 years ago had already been thrown into a deep pool by her. Now when she tried to recall them, she felt a chill all over her body.

"I have to go out first. I'll ask Mrs. Zhang to cook noodles for you."

Du Shuang didn't even care about her beloved son anymore. She wanted to go and discuss it with her eldest brother immediately.

Gu Yuanzheng was not hungry in the first place, so he threw the orange into the fruit bowl. He was too lazy to pick it up when it rolled to the ground. He just put his hands in his pockets and walked out to find someone to drink with.

Gu Hongying had lost her appetite due to the series of "accidents" one after another. She would not eat anything that was not prepared for her, no matter how much noodles it was!
The newspapers she brought back for collection were gone, and she couldn't help but blame Du Shuang.

Her good-for-nothing elder brother was treated like a treasure, and she couldn't do anything she wanted. If it weren't for her father's support, she wouldn't even be able to fulfill her dream of becoming a soldier.

My mother always talks about finding a partner, saying that the art troupe has a leisurely and respectable life. Isn't it just that she has chosen the troupe leader's daughter for Gu Yuanzheng and wants her to get close to her?

Oh, you like that person, but can that person like Gu Yuanzheng?

Apart from his decent looks and having a father who is a general, what else does Gu Yuanzheng have to show off?
Gu Hongying was lying on the bed sulking. When Mrs. Zhang came and knocked on the door, she just said she was not hungry and just didn't want to go out.

After a while.

dong dong——

"Mrs. Zhang, I don't want to eat. I said I'm not hungry!" Gu Hongying buried her face in the pillow and shouted in a muffled voice.

"Hongying?"

Hearing this voice, Gu Hongying immediately sat up and ran out in her slippers.

"Dad, you're back!"

The middle-aged man stood by the door. His neat military uniform gave him an inexplicable sense of elegance and grace.

Gu Bohuai smiled gently: "What's wrong? Mrs. Zhang said you didn't have dinner?"

Gu Hongying had been close to her father since she was a child. Upon hearing this, she immediately pouted and complained, "It's about that thing again. I wanted to go to the front line, but my mother didn't agree."

As she spoke, she couldn't wait to talk about what she had seen and heard today, and praised Gu Qingye again.

Suddenly, as if she discovered something, she walked around Gu Bohuai, holding her chin with one hand, looking thoughtful.

"Why, you don't recognize dad after not seeing him for a few days?"

"Don't mention it, that Comrade Gu looks a bit like you, even more like you than Gu Yuanzheng."

Her brother only inherited Gu Bohuai's nose, and his facial features and face shape are more like Du Shuang.

Gu Bohuai didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "There are so many people in the world, it's not surprising that they look alike."

"But his last name is Gu, and he's from Jiang Province. The upper half of his face looks a lot like yours, except he's taller." Gu Hongying swayed his arm, "Dad, I want to go to the front line. If I meet the requirements, can I join the special forces?"

Gu Bohuai spoke frankly: "The Special Forces currently doesn't accept female soldiers, and you're still a long way from meeting the standards, right?"

He didn't mean to discourage his daughter. Gu Hongying did work hard, but her physical fitness did not meet the recruitment standards for first-line personnel.

He would not be reluctant to send his own child to the front line just because he was his own child, but if the hardware was not up to standard, he would not fulfill his daughter's wish just because he doted on her.

Gu Hongying knew this was the truth, and her excitement was half extinguished but soon rekindled.

"I will work hard. No matter if I can win glory for my country like a combat hero, I will work hard. No matter what, I will not join the art troupe!"

Gu Bohuai smiled and said, "Your mother brought it up again? If you don't want to go, then don't go. Dad will make the decision for you."

Gu Hongying immediately put on a bright smile on her face: "Dad is so nice!"

Gu Bohuai tapped her forehead: "Are you willing to eat now? You also said you want to train hard, but are you going to train on an empty stomach?"

After a simple meal, Gu Bohuai did not stay at home for long. He had just returned from an inspection and had some work that needed his urgent attention.

Newspapers that had accumulated in the office for several days were neatly placed on the corner of the table, and the top one was today's military newspaper.

Gu Bohuai just glanced at it quickly, but his gaze turned back in just a second.

He stared at a certain spot in the group photo, the fifth from the left in the second row. The name that Gu Hongying had mentioned many times emerged in his mind - Gu Qingye.

The sharp eyes that even the blurry photos could not hide, and his face, Gu Bohuai seemed to see his younger self.

But when he was young, he was not as sharp as this young man. He was like a sword that had been tempered and was sharp and intimidating.

He took the newspaper and read it through, recalling the battle reports and summary reports he had read before, and finally matched Gu Qingye's name with the five victory reports from the coastal front.

If he hadn't gone to the front line to inspect, he would definitely have attended today's commendation meeting and met this young man named Gu.

He suddenly smiled. Gu Hongying had seen countless combat heroes since she was a child, but none of them could make her admire him so much. This Gu Qingye made him a little curious.

Gu Bohuai put down the newspaper and put the trivial matters aside for the time being, but what he didn't expect was that he heard the same name from his old comrade again the next day.

Gu Bohuai and Qin Changling walked out of the meeting room side by side.

"Old Gu, your Jiang Province is truly a land of outstanding people. You were born here, and now there's Gu Qingye. When I first saw him, I almost thought he was your son. He really looks like you when you were young."

Qin Changling jokingly asked, "Are you sure you don't have such relatives in your hometown?"

Gu Bohuai was stunned for a moment, but soon calmed down: "You know I only have one brother. We got separated during the war, and I couldn't find him anymore."

Qin Changling heard this and said, "You should meet her when you have the chance. She might be related to you. Your Hongying admires her immensely."

Gu Bohuai also smiled when talking about his daughter: "That girl went back and gave me a long lecture, saying that she wanted to learn from the war heroes. I couldn't do anything with her."

"You have ambition. Maybe Hongying will be the one to inherit your mantle in the future."

Qin Changling didn't mention Gu Yuanzheng, he also knew that his old friend's son was a hopeless person.

They all come from military backgrounds, and they like to send their children to the barracks. It is hard to say whether they can succeed, but they have to go in and be polished anyway.

Only Gu Yuanzheng was an oddball. He actually became a deserter and wanted to quit the army as soon as he entered. That kid ruined all of Gu Bohuai's reputation for the rest of his life.