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

Chapter 208: Hold my sister's thighs tightly

Gu Bohuai returned to the office and sat alone for a long time.

He was seriously injured during the war and when he woke up he could only remember his own name.

It was only when others mentioned him that I found out that he was married, his wife was Song Jinshu, and he had a younger brother named Gu Zhonghuai.

But he couldn't remember anything, name, appearance, life story, his mind was blank.

His comrades said that his wife was not feeling well at the time and could not join the army, so he entrusted her to the care of his younger brother Gu Zhonghuai's family.

After his injury healed, Gu Bohuai sent people to look for him, but the news that came back was that nothing was found.

During the war, his hometown village had become a wasteland with remains scattered all over the ground, and he could not find the person he was looking for.

He sent people back every year, but still couldn't find a single word, and he could never remember the people he should have been familiar with.

After a few years, he finally decided to let it go. Du Shuang had waited for him for so many years, and it was time to give her an explanation.

Later they had children, and the events of those years gradually faded into memory.

Only occasionally would fragments of memory flash back in his mind. It was a very blurry face, and every time it appeared it seemed to be smiling at him.

Gu Bohuai opened the drawer and took out the newspaper with the photo printed on it.

He didn't know why he kept only this one.

Looking again, his gaze still unconsciously shifted to the fifth person from the left in the second row. Gu Qingye's appearance vaguely overlapped with the blurry face in his mind.

Gu Bohuai put down the newspaper and picked up the intercom. "Xiao Li, please get the files of the people who were awarded medals at the commendation ceremony. I need them now."

That afternoon, a thick stack of files appeared on his desk.

Gu Bohuai asked the communicator to close the door and leave. He took out one of the copies and saw "X Military Region - Special Operations Team - Gu Qingye" written on the cover.

The one-inch photo was much clearer than the one in the newspaper, and Gu Bohuai finally understood why Gu Hongying insisted that Gu Qingye looked more like his child than Gu Yuanzheng.

It felt like drums were hammering in his temples, veins were bulging on his forehead, and his headache had come back.

Gu Bohuai leaned back in his chair, pinching his brows, quietly waiting for the waves of pain to pass.

He had gotten used to this kind of pain over the years, but this time the pain seemed to last particularly long.

Cold sweat trickled down his temples, and the muscles on his face were cramped from exerting too much force. He clenched his fists, and fingerprints were deeply embedded in his palms.

He didn't know if this was the pain that was supposed to come or because of the photo.

Gu Qingye, Jiang Province, Hongqi Commune, Qiaoshan Village.

His hometown is indeed in Jiangxi Province, but it is not Qiaoshan Village, Hongqi Commune.

Gu Bohuai's heart skipped a beat when he saw the column for his father. How could it be "Gu Zhonghuai"?!

His younger brother's name is Gu Zhonghuai, and his name is only one character different from Gu Qingye's father!

Is this a coincidence?
Gu Bohuai stood up but fell back again. The stabbing pain began to torture his nerves again, until a name suddenly popped up in his mind -

Song Brocade Book.

The ex-wife he couldn't remember and whose life or death he didn't know.

He didn't know why he suddenly thought of this name, nor could he sort out the chaotic thoughts in his mind, but after many years, there was suddenly a clue, and he had to investigate.

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Du Shuang went straight to her elder brother Du Guanghan's house last night, but unfortunately no one showed up until 10 o'clock in the evening, so she had to give up.

She fidgeted all night, staying awake until dawn. Finally, when Gu Bohuai finally arrived for work, she headed straight for the Ministry of Education, where Du Guanghan was currently serving as Vice Minister. Du Guanghan had heard from his wife that his sister had been waiting for him all night, and he had wanted to ask what was going on, but Du Shuang had unexpectedly arrived at the office early in the morning.

"What happened? Why are you so anxious?" Du Guanghan stood up and made tea for Du Shuang. "Try this. It's a ten-year-old Pu'er tea with a mellow aroma."

Du Shuang turned a blind eye to all this, with a serious face: "Are you free now? I have something to talk to you about."

"Now?" Du Guanghan was stunned for a moment, but when he saw that her expression didn't look fake, he immediately said, "Okay, it's not convenient here, let's talk outside."

Although Du Guanghan is the deputy minister, he is not very busy on weekdays. It seems that he is used to leaving as soon as he arrives.

The once famous Du family has been declining since the death of Mr. Du. The eldest son Du Guanghan has no ability and he has been able to get the position of deputy minister because of his family's influence.

The second son, Du Guangsheng, is quite clever, but he is devoted to reading books of sages. He is now teaching at Peking University and ignores everything else.

The two daughters of the Du family are living well.

Du Shuang is peacefully serving as the wife of her superior. Her younger sister Du Xue works at the Shanghai branch of China News Service. Her husband is the leader of the Shanghai Beicai Text Bureau. The couple lives a prosperous life there.

Du Guanghan knew very well that he could not climb up on his own. If he wanted to get ahead, he might as well cling to his sister. After the old man passed away, he could be said to have granted Du Shuang every request.

He personally drove Du Shuang to a quiet courtyard, and a charming young woman walked out of the house.

"Ayun, go make a pot of tea and bring it to the study."

The young woman nodded and left. Du Shuang took a few glances at her and then looked at Du Guanghan coldly.

She didn't care whether her brother had a concubine or not, but what she was about to say was no joke.

"Are you sure it's safe here?"

Du Guanghan waved his hand and said, "Of course, sister, if you have anything to say, just tell me."

Soon, the little woman came back with tea. Without looking up, she put down the tea tray, closed the door and went out. She also walked carefully past the window to show that she would never eavesdrop.

Du Shuang looked at the carefree Du Guanghan and suddenly felt annoyed.

If her father had not passed away early and her second brother had not been oblivious to the world outside, she would not have come to find her eldest brother who had accomplished nothing.

She had been a housewife for many years and had no one to turn to.

"Are you sure Song Jinshu is dead? Are you sure there are two victims?"

Du Guanghan almost spit out the tea he had just drunk and choked several times before he put the unstable cup on the coffee table.

The days of peace had lasted for too long, and the phrase "one corpse, two lives" was really stimulating. For a moment, he couldn't even remember the familiar yet unfamiliar name.

"Song Jinshu? Who?"

Du Shuang's breath was stuck in his chest, his eyes like knives: "Who are you talking about?"

The memories of more than 20 years ago had long since rotted away into ashes for Du Guanghan. He frowned and thought for half a minute before he remembered who Song Jinshu was.

At the beginning, Gu Bohuai was under the command of Mr. Du. Du Shuang fell in love with him at first sight and was madly in love with him for many years. However, Gu Bohuai and Song Jinshu were childhood sweethearts and had a very good relationship.

If those things had not happened later, Du Shuang would not have become the Mrs. Gu she is today.

Du Guanghan recalled for a moment before saying, "Didn't she die of a difficult childbirth? One body, two lives lost. That's what Gu said herself."

He had gone there in person at the time, and saw two graves, one big and one small, standing on the mountain.

"Think again, is there anything you missed?"