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Chapter 415 Miss Wu - Several Telegrams

Zhou Leng had studied English systematically in Taipei before, so when she communicated fluently in English, the Wu family was not too surprised. On the contrary, the Wu family was glad that Zhou Leng could accompany them on this trip.

After all, in an unfamiliar environment, if you encounter a situation where you need to communicate in a foreign language, having someone like Zhou Leng who has good English skills around you will undoubtedly make the entire trip much smoother. Everyone can avoid many troubles and worries that may arise due to language barriers.

If we were to find a classic scene to describe the state of the Wu family at this time, it would probably be "Grandma Liu Visits the Grand View Garden."

The Wu family is considered a wealthy family in the county. To them, the city of Taipei is already a very bustling and prosperous place. But when they set foot on the land of New York with great expectations and curiosity, everything they saw before them was like a heavy hammer hitting their hearts hard, bringing unprecedented shock!

The tall buildings reached the sky, as if they were about to pierce the sky; the streets were crowded with cars and pedestrians, and the colorful neon lights complemented each other, making the whole city look like a dream. For the Wu family, these scenes were like being in another world. They stared with their eyes wide open, their mouths slightly open, and their faces were full of disbelief. They were deeply shocked by the grandeur, prosperity and modern atmosphere of this international metropolis.

"Sister, is this America? When will our country be like this? We are really so far behind!"

Zhou Leng answered firmly: "It will be soon."

Wu Fengyue came to pick up her relatives. They hadn't seen each other for more than ten years, and they both shed tears on the spot.

Zhou Leng settled down in the United States. She did not help Wu Sangu manage her farm, but opened a Chinese medicine clinic in the second year after giving birth. She told others that she missed Zhang Shouhe. With her superb medical skills, she slowly opened up the Asian market, and finally it was difficult to get a consultation.

In the second month after Zhou Leng arrived in the United States, she sent a telegram to the hospital where Zhang Shouhe was working. Half a month later, she received the following reply: My wife, I feel relieved to receive the news of your safe arrival. I only hope that you are in good health and sleep well every night. I will miss you until we meet again.

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It seemed like she was counting the days on her fingers, but when she thought back she was shocked to realize how quickly time had passed. When Zhou Leng was ready to return to her motherland, she was already over sixty years old, and her son was over thirty, but had not yet married.

Zhang Ruiwen inherited Zhou Leng's medical skills and was quite talented in acupuncture and bone setting. He is now also quite famous.

Before leaving, Zhou Leng took out a wooden box. Inside, there were some dim papers with telegrams sent from home.

Zhang Ruiwen's eyes were red, and he said comfortingly: "No news is not bad news. China is now in the process of reform and opening up. We will go back as investors, and it will only be a matter of time before we find Dad."

"Ah."

Zhou Leng was not as sad as her son imagined. She was just a little emotional. She flipped through the telegram that she had read several times, gently stroking it with her fingers, as if stroking the reflection of time.

A telegram of noticeably longer length came into view:

My beloved wife, Chen Min, when I picked up the pen to write this letter to you, my heart was filled with deep longing for you and your son. You should know that we have won! I was originally planning to go to the United States to find you and your son immediately with joy. However, fate played a cruel joke on me at this moment. The bad news came from home that my father was critically ill and my mother was bedridden due to excessive worry and fatigue. My heart was filled with pain and helplessness.

A few days ago, I received the photo of your son you sent me. Looking at that cute little face, the bright eyes are exactly like yours. I even imagined that I could have a pair of wings, fly to your side in an instant, and hug you tightly in my arms. Unfortunately, reality is so cruel, and my thoughts are surging in my heart like a tide, never stopping. I hope you can sleep peacefully every night without any worries; I also hope that your son can grow up healthy and happy.

Zhou Leng put it down and picked up another one:

Chen Min, my beloved wife! If you could be by my side at this moment, with your comfort and support, my tortured heart would not be as painful as it is now. In just a month, my parents passed away one after another. Shouyi resolutely went to the front line of the war, and now his life or death is unknown. My brothers and sisters at home abused each other and fought fiercely over family property. One farce after another was constantly played out in front of my eyes. The family members who were once as close as brothers are now as hostile as fire and water.

Due to the current tense situation in North Korea and the extremely sensitive international relations, I can no longer go to the United States to reunite with you. I just hope you can sleep well every day and your son is healthy and happy.

Zhou Leng picked up the last telegram. The content was so simple that she could recite it by heart:

Chen Min, you are thousands of miles away and have cut off our love for each other. If you meet your lover, don’t waste your good years.

The number of telegrams received after the founding of the People's Republic of China has been calculated in years, and the time of this last telegram happened to be around the Cultural Revolution. It doesn't take much thought to know that the other party is probably behind bars.

Zhang Ruiwen watched his mother looking at the telegram absentmindedly. He worriedly called out, "Mom, don't worry. Dad will be found. But you have to be prepared for him to remarry. It has been more than 30 years. You are so far apart and have no contact with each other. This is understandable."

Zhou Leng smiled and nodded. She was not afraid that the other party would look for her, but that he would not look for her. She was not afraid of being let down by others, but was afraid that they would give her a love that she could not afford.

There are many things that the mother and son don’t know.

Although Zhang Shouyi survived the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, he broke both legs and had many hidden injuries on his body. Every morning when he woke up, he would call out the names of his comrades in tears. He died of illness in the second year of the Cultural Revolution, not because of torture. It was purely because his body was left with a chronic illness and his mind could not relax. He could not forgive himself for surviving like a waste and dying young.

The Zhang family had already fallen out over the division of the family property, and the brothers had almost stopped communicating with each other. Zhang Shouyi had not been involved in all this, so they still had some brotherhood among them, and during this special period they jointly financed a grand funeral for Zhang Shouyi.

Zhang Shouyi defended the honor of the country with his youth, protected the country's territory with his blood, and depicted the tragic mountains and rivers with his life. He fell asleep in the summer of 27 years old, and closed his eyes with a smile of relief in the morning light.

Zhang Shouhe chose to withdraw from the fight over the family property because he did not want a quarrel between his brothers. He did not want anything and returned to his small courtyard in Taipei City to live alone. However, after the Cultural Revolution, the property was in the name of Wu Fengyue, the third wife of a high-ranking KMT official, and his wife and children were in the United States. With just these two things, he was demoted and lived in poverty. How could he have the channels and money to send telegrams?

Zhang Shouhe did not blame his wife because he knew she was innocent. Just like what he said in his last telegram, he sincerely hoped that his wife could live a happy life and not waste her best years because of him.