Chapter 5 You are the poignant beauty across my sky

Unaj I was only 16 years old when I met Yu. The 16-year-old season is a flowery age, but my life cannot be sunny.The increasingly tense war has affected my mother's worry about my father's long journey, and it has also filled my flower season with the piercing screams of air raid sirens.The steps of Japanese aggression are getting bigger and bigger. With the fierceness of the war, the atmosphere in our living room is also floating with an indescribable feeling, as if rubbing a match will ignite it. Looking at my mother's red and swollen eyes, I silently prayed for my father who was far away.

It was in such a tense atmosphere that the rain appeared in front of my house with my father. Their appearance caused such a surprise that my mother threw herself on her excitedly, regardless of everyone's modesty, and let the tears flow down my father's shoulders.I stared blankly at the man at the door, feeling dizzy like a world away. He stood at the door, and the morning sun coated his flight jacket with a light layer of gold. Maybe he hadn't had a good rest for a long time. tenderness.I don't know what love is. Is the tender emotion I was looking for in poetry and novels really love? The air around him is full of the good smell of the sheepskin jacket. From then until now, such a flight jacket and air The taste of rippling leather is the standard of a man in my mind.

I have always refused to call him uncle. In fact, he is only 12 years older than me. He was 28 years old that year and returned from Nanyang to play for the country.Their family and our family are family friends. When my grandfather was studying abroad, he often received help from their family, but he was from the same generation as my father. I refused to call him uncle. No matter what my parents said, I was rude. Call him: hello.This is a nondescript address, I can't call him uncle, and naturally I can't call him by his name, I can only call him vaguely like this.He smiled, and there was a faint recognition floating in the smile. He was a gentle and elegant person, born in a wealthy family, but he didn't have the aura of a dandy. The brightest sun.I am willing to indulge in the sunshine brought by the rain until my sister's return.

My elder sister is the pride of my parents. Her beauty is well-known among the military families in the rear. She has an excellent personality and is also well-educated. Standing with her, I am not even an ugly duckling.When my sister came back, I realized that the sunshine shining in his smiling shadow was not for me. It was more like the morning sun. The beautiful morning glow was only for the burning moment at noon. From the eyes of my sister and Yu, I read the tacit understanding , and I have to admit, the emotions that started to crack my heart in pieces.It turned out that they had known each other for a long time, and I finally understood why he didn't want me to call him uncle anymore.

Looking at the familiar sweater on his body, I remembered the days when my sister was knitting in the room in the summer vacation last year. Today, the knitted work is being worn on Yu's body generously. It seems that she has known her sister's arrival for a long time. It is so clear The ground showed me a secret relationship, and the white stung my eyes, and my 16-year-old heart. When my father and Yu talked about the war ahead, they were always worried; I knew that it was inevitable that my father would go to the front again, and that Yu would one day soar in the blue sky.Soaring in the blue sky is such a romantic and intoxicating thing, but in that war-torn era, this flight journey was completed by blood and life.I began to be afraid, afraid of his sudden departure, afraid of all the things he talked about with his father about the war.Although the tenderness in his eyes is entirely for my sister, although their love has gradually become clear with the tacit consent of their parents, but I am still willing to indulge in my own fantasy and cannot extricate myself.

Does anyone know of a crush on a 16 year old girl?Always stand far away, watching him silently, let your thoughts fly to him, let your heart approach him, but run away quietly when he approaches, as if you have done something bad, and your heart is bumping.My sister's happiness and intoxication make a certain corner of my heart always slip and sigh, my sister can't hear her, her red face, how the information revealed in her eyes is tormenting my sister's fragile heart like flower petals . What should come will always come. Father and Yu stayed at home for less than two months before leaving.My sister didn't come downstairs for dinner that night. I knew her eyes were already red from crying, and she must still be crying under the quilt. I kept my voice down to the lowest, so I couldn't give my mother any more care for my father. A ray of melancholy was added to the brow.Before going to bed at night, I ran into my sister's room and hugged her gently. Suddenly, I felt that my sister and I had never been connected by blood. We guarded the same happiness and prayed for the same hope: for my father, Also for him.

Disasters are never changed by human will. First, the report of the tense war was quietly spread through the family members who stayed behind. The mother's tears and melancholy had completely worn down her sick body. She was still light when she was critically ill. He called his father softly, held the hands of our sisters, and couldn't bear to leave.My sister cried and fainted beside my mother's bed. I know that her inner suffering is much heavier than mine these days.Still no news of my father. When the news of Yu's death came, I stood at the door, looking at the place where he had stood, where he had once stood in the sun, smiling at me.He is a hero. I didn't expect Sven's Yu to be so brave. After shooting down 3 enemy planes in the sky, he drove the seriously injured plane into the devil's plane again.His life, his love, have drawn an eternal trace in the blue sky, deeply engraved in my sister's heart.I stretched out my hand, and what I hugged was not only air, but also sadness.

My sister sat downstairs for a day, her face pale.She said nothing. My sister died of lung disease a year later.It was the season when the autumn leaves were all over the mountains, and the corner of my sister's mouth was frozen with a moving smile. I knew that she saw Rain in that world, the man who would always be my first love. Open the curtains, it is already evening, the setting sun is like blood. In the twilight, there was a faint ray of light across the sky. I know, that is the eternal beauty of rain.