Chapter 63 Section Eleven

"tell me." Zhang Lei's tears had never flowed like this. Since his brother died, he thought his tears had dried up. Fang Zijun really didn't know what to say. "I'm his...brother!" Zhang Lei said word for word. Fang Zijun took a deep breath, but tears flowed down his face. "Tell me about my brother..." Zhang Lei looked into Fang Zijun's eyes. Fang Zijun avoided it. Zhang Lei grabbed her arm: "You tell me!" Fang Zijun looked at him, the tears in his eyes gradually stopped. "You let me go, I'm your brother's girlfriend."

Zhang Lei let go of his hand like an electric shock. Fang Zijun took out the photo frame with his backhand: "Look for yourself." Zhang Lei snatched it over. It was a group photo of his elder brother in camouflage uniform and Fang Zijun in front of the dense forest on the front line. "You and your brother... are really similar." Fang Zijun choked up and said, "But, I know, you are not him! Not him!" Zhang Lei looked at the photo, at the guitar, and at Fang Zijun: "This is not true..." "It's true." Fang Zijun calmed down instead, "I'm your brother's girlfriend, and I'm Feiying's woman."

"It's not true!" Zhang Lei cried out in pain. "This is real!" Fang Zijun slammed open the drawer, took out the box, opened it, and dumped the contents on the table. Zhang Lei saw it all: Two umbrella badges, first-class merit medal, eagle armband, brother's letter, brother's harmonica... "It's true." Fang Zijun calmed down, "I'm your brother's girlfriend." "No—" Zhang Lei took a step back, "My brother never mentioned you in his letters!" "That's because the war is not over!" Fang Zijun said, "I am his woman, and I am already his woman! I love him, and I only love him!"

Zhang Lei backed away slowly, the guitar and photo frame fell to the ground: "It's not true—" Zhang Lei shouted loudly and rushed out the door. Fang Zijun stood still inside the house, listening to the sound of footsteps running away. Tears gradually flowed down her white and flawless cheeks, and she knelt down slowly, hugging her shoulders and sobbing silently. Facing the shards of photo frame glass on the ground.