northernbook Chapter 389 The Warlord Male Supporting Role in the Republic of China and the Cannon Fodder Feudal F
Chapter 389 The Warlord Male Supporting Role in the Republic of China and the Cannon Fodder Feudal F
After Huo Shubai rushed to the battlefield, he experienced countless battles and unfortunately broke one of his legs.
During a fierce battle, an enemy shell exploded next to him. He was unable to dodge and was injured and fell to the ground.
His comrades risked their lives to rescue him and bring him back to the rear, but his legs could never be restored to their original state.
Later, he dragged his mutilated body back to the Huo family.
As time passed, he still couldn't find someone to accompany him for the rest of his life, and died alone.
When Liu Jia was released from prison, everything had changed.
After enduring ten long years in prison, she seemed to have been drained of her energy and spirit by the years, and became extremely haggard.
His face was covered with wrinkles, and his black hair had turned gray and sparse, making him look more than five years older than his actual age.
The war-torn years ruthlessly devoured everything. Liu Jia's family was forced to leave their hometown, the city that held countless memories, and never heard from them again. With nowhere else to go, Liu Jia, at her wit's end, the first person that came to her mind was Huo Shubai.
In her current devastated world, even though Huo Shubai had a broken leg, compared to her own destitution, he became the last "life-saving straw" in her eyes, and seemed to be the best choice.
However, Huo Shubai is a man of upright character, and he can never tolerate any flaws.
Liu Jia's resolute betrayal at that time was like a sharp knife, which cut an unhealable wound in his heart. Since then, she was no longer pure and innocent in Huo Shubai's heart.
Once she lost the label of innocence and kindness that once moved Huo Shubai, Liu Jia became worthless to him, just like the fallen flowers.
Sensing the indifference in Huo Shubai's eyes, like the icy water in a pond, Liu Jia couldn't help but feel a surge of hatred in her heart, surging and almost swallowing her up.
She gritted her teeth secretly, full of regret: If it weren't for Huo Shubai, how could she have offended Huo Wenze and Wenrou, and how could she have fallen step by step into this miserable end.
She often fantasized that if she could go back to the past, she would marry her senior brother, and the two of them would take care of the small military officer, working from sunrise to sunset. Although they would not be rich, they would definitely live a stable and happy life.
But now, everything has become a mirage, and no amount of regret can help.
The wrinkles on her face that were difficult to conceal and the bloodshot in her eyes were like curses engraved by time, becoming indelible marks and witnessing her absurd past.
Time is as cruel and ruthless as ever. Every choice in life is like the rushing river, sweeping people towards the unknown shore, showing no mercy and with no way to turn back.
This may be the only fairness in life. No matter whether you are poor or rich, no one in the world has the right to start over.
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The fall of an era is like the slow falling of an old curtain. There will inevitably be a new dawn, ushering in the rise of a new era.
The wheel of time rolls forward, changing ruthlessly, and it will inevitably cause many people who are moving forward on the old track to fall and be drowned by the torrent of time.
If there was no Wenrou, Huo Wenze would probably have been destroyed along with the old era.
After all, as a warlord who controls a region, it is easy to be labeled as feudal in an era that calls for human rights and equality.
Fortunately, Wenrou has always been a patriotic activist, and therefore Huo Wenzhe and Wenrou have a very good reputation in the eyes of many patriots.
Moreover, during the war between the two factions, Huo Wenze directly gave up his status as a warlord and donated a large amount of weapons and silver.
In the end, the democratic faction supported by Huo Wenze and Wenrou won, and the country ushered in a new master and era.
Huo Wenze and Wenrou traveled to various places during the war, supporting the war of resistance and rescuing orphans and women, and thus became famous patriotic heroes.
After the war, the smoke cleared and the mountains and rivers were restored. Huo Wenze and Wenrou moved away from the hustle and bustle and settled down in a quiet and beautiful southern town.
Today, they have shed the halo of the warlord marshal and the daughter of a feudal dynasty, and returned to ordinary life, like an ordinary couple.
Days in the small town were long and peaceful. In the early morning, sunlight filtered through the mist onto the bluestone pavement. Huo Wenze would get up early and accompany Wenrou to the market to buy vegetables.
The two of them walked hand in hand among the bustling stalls, picking fresh fruits and vegetables, and occasionally bargaining with the stall owner for a handful of vegetables or a piece of tofu. They looked no different from ordinary people.
After returning home, Wenrou tied on an apron and busied herself at the stove. The smoke rose, and the aroma of food soon filled the house. Huo Wenze helped by handing out bowls and chopsticks, adding firewood, and from time to time he would gently hug Wenrou from behind, making her grumble.
In the afternoon, when the sun is shining, they will move two bamboo chairs, sit in the yard, brew a pot of tea, and enjoy the aroma of tea.
Huo Wenze held a book, reading quietly, while Wenrou leaned on his shoulder, listening with eyes closed, occasionally offering a few comments. The two smiled at each other, and the years were peaceful. The flowers and plants in the yard, under their careful care, were full of vitality, blooming in profusion, attracting butterflies to dance.
In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun stretched the shadows of the two people, and they would walk along the river in the town, watching the river flowing slowly and the fish playing.
Sometimes, when she met the children from the neighborhood, Wenrou would always take out a few candies from her pocket and share them with the children. The children would cheer and Huo Wenze would watch with a smile, his eyes full of pampering.
Time is gentle to them. In this small southern town, Huo Wenze and Wenrou guard each other and their ordinary happiness until they have children and grandchildren and grow old. Their hands are still tightly held and never let go.
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"I've said before that the so-called Lord God is destroying the righteous laws of the world. People can be reborn and fate can be reversed. If this continues, the world will eventually fall into chaos. You clearly know it, so why are you still stubborn?" An old voice sounded, as if he had a headache because of the other party's stubbornness.
A white-haired figure stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes soft as he looked at the woman in the illusion. He asked in a low voice, "In this world, there are Buddhas, there are Taoists, there are free and easy people, there are strategic people. Their paths are different, but they all make sense. You are too stubborn."