Chapter 23 Chapter 4: Marshal's ex-wife who came back from the dead

Beijing Hospital. On the afternoon of September 25, 1988. Cai Chang, the former chairman of the All-China Women's Federation who had been bedridden for a long time and had lost the ability to speak normally, struggled to meet an old friend who had "dead" for decades and "resurrected from the dead". "Elder Sister..." This rural woman from the mountainous area of ​​southern Gansu approached the bed, called out in a strong Gannan accent, and immediately couldn't help sobbing. When you part, you are a beauty, and when you meet, you are all white.The Gannan dialect awakened the memory that had been sleeping for 54 years. Cai Chang struggled and stretched out his hands, trembling and trembling.Another pair of hands covered with blue veins and protruding joints greeted them, so after 54 years, the two hands finally held each other tightly again.

The four eyes met, with teary eyes.Cai Chang stared at the other party motionlessly.The other party was in tears, staring at Cai Chang motionlessly.Two wrinkled faces, two pairs of old and dim eyes, condensed the infinite sorrow of the years, and shone with the luster of history. The woman who was crying with Cai Chang was Chen Yi's wife who had "deceased" for decades during the Second Civil Revolutionary War - Lai Yueming. White clouds flutter, and the green hills are always there.Dear elder sister Cai Chang and elder brother Li Fuchun are the big matchmakers of that marriage and witnesses of that period of history.

In the early spring of 1989, the author came to a certain mountain village in southern Jiangxi, and made a special trip to visit this 74-year-old man——Lai Yueming, then head of women of the Shicheng County Party Committee of the Communist Party of China. At this time, she was wearing a large blue cardigan, and her snow-white hair was tied in a bun.From the outside, she has long been an authentic rural woman.The marks carved on her face by the flames of war in the past have disappeared. After learning about our reason for coming, she smiled peacefully, sat on a large lawn with her back against a mud hut, and spoke in a slow voice, bringing us into the raging years...