After arriving in Baoding, Zhao Zhizhen and his party went west along Taihang Mountain and arrived in Langya Mountain area via Baoding City, and got in touch with the Party organization. More than a month later, the main force of the Eighth Route Army came and won a great victory in Pingxingguan, which shocked China and foreign countries. The independent regiment of the 1 15 Division led by Yang Chengwu annihilated more than 300 Japanese troops at Yaozhan, attacked seven counties in succession, established an anti-Japanese democratic government, and soon expanded into the independent first division of the Eighth Route Army. That year, at the age of 16, Mr. Yang naturally became the first anti-Japanese hero in the girl's mind. Zhao Zhizhen and his party inquired while walking, and finally found the headquarters of the independent first division of the Eighth Route Army.
"Teacher, some young women from Beiping want to see you and say that they want to be the Eighth Route Army." Yang Chengwu was standing in front of the map, considering the next battle plan, when a staff report interrupted his train of thought.
"Oh, then invite them in!" Yang Chengwu said without thinking.
After several travel-stained female students entered the room, Yang Chengwu saw that they were all fifteen or sixteen-year-old female students and said bluntly, "What are you doing in this ravine if you don't study hard in Beiping?"
It doesn't matter what Yang Chengwu says. He immediately stirred up a hornet's nest. Several girls suddenly shouted: "We want to be the Eighth Route Army and fight the devils!" "When the country is in trouble, every man is responsible!" "When the country is in danger, how can we study with peace of mind?"
At first, among these students, Zhao Zhizhen was the bravest. Yang Chengwu noticed this "shy" female student and went over and asked, "What's your name?"
"Zhao Zhizhen." The girl's head is still low.
"A dozen?"
"Sixteen."
"Why don't you talk?" Yang Chengwu asked again.
Zhao Zhizhen looked up at Yang Chengwu: "They all said ..."
Seeing that they were so determined, Yang Chengwu called a staff officer and said to him, "Take them to the political examination and go through the formalities of joining the army!"
From this day on, Zhao Zhizhen became a member of the Eighth Route Army. After three months of life training as a soldier, Zhao Zhizhen was assigned to be the director of the Political Department, responsible for the work of the pro-democracy movement, and later served as the director of the Yixian Women's Rescue Association. At this point, Yang Chengwu served as both an independent division commander and a military commander and political commissar, and the headquarters happened to be in Yixian.
During the conversation, the two of them gradually got to know each other better, and Zhao Zhizhen admired and admired his commander more and more. And Yang Chengwu likes this naive and brave girl more and more, especially when she learns that Zhao Zhizhen is also * * *, and Yang Chengwu is even more moved, so that sometimes if she doesn't meet for a week or two, she will find a reason to go to the Political Department or the Women's Rescue Association.
1938 One night in late autumn, 1 1 has passed, and Yang Chengwu is still pacing the room. He used to plan in this room, and many battle plans were decided with confidence in his meditation. But now, he has been sitting for half an hour, but he is still uneasy and can't write anything. It turned out that he was thinking of writing a love letter to pour out his beautiful feelings. This is the first time he has written such a letter, and for Yang Chengwu, it may be the only love letter in his life. How embarrassing it would be if people didn't want to!
The lighted candle is about to burn out. Yang Chengwu stepped forward to light one, took two steps back and forth, suddenly stopped, sat down at the table and began to scribble:
Comrade He Zizhen: I have long wanted to talk to you privately. Because of the environment and other reasons, I have never found a good opportunity. As a result, I still haven't achieved my wish until today. I'm sorry to put off this important matter until today. Now, in order to realize my long-cherished wish, I write this simple letter to talk to you for the first time!
We are all cadres with the same task and purpose. Although there are differences in our native places between the north and the south, we are fighting on the same front and the same task. Based on the above reasons, today I want to give you a suggestion-let's join hands and be close friends of the opposite sex, shall we? Agreed! I hope you can give me an answer.
It's midnight and everyone has gone to bed. Because of the time, I can't say everything I want to talk to you at once, so I have to leave it until later tonight. I wish you progress and health!
This is the first and only love letter written by Yang Chengwu. This tiger general, who is in charge on the battlefield and is all-powerful, can be described as cautious and awkward in the emotional world. When he got up the courage to finish the letter, he took a long breath, put down his pen, rubbed his sour eyes, picked up the letter and read it twice, folded it carefully and put it in an envelope to seal it. With deep expectation and happiness, Yang Chengwu went to the yard to check the sentry, and then came back to lie down and rest.
Early the next morning, Yang Chengwu asked the guard to give the letter to Zhao Zhizhen and told him not to let anyone know. Zhao Zhizhen was suddenly shocked when she received a personal letter from the commander. Her heart thumped like a little rabbit. She opened the letter nervously and blushed without reading a few words.
"Comrade He Zizhen", how can it be "He Zizhen"? Oh, you can't go wrong The commander must have mistaken "Zhizhen" for "Zizhen". Zhao Zhizhen went on reading, and even read this precious text dozens of times in one breath, with ripples in his heart. On the second day after receiving the letter, Zhao Zhizhen calmly found Yang Chengwu and showed the same attitude face to face.
Once the floodgate of love is opened, it will surge like a flood, and Yang Chengwu and Zhao Zhizhen are immersed in incomparable happiness. During the bonfire years, they didn't have enough time to spend the whole month and loved each other deeply. After several dates and chatting after work, one evening, Yang Chengwu took Zhao Zhizhen's hand and said, "Let's get married!"
In four eyes affectionately in the eye, Zhao Zhizhen nodded slightly.
"Tomorrow I will write a marriage application report to Commander Nie of the Military Region!" Yang Chengwu was as excited as a child.
"Why wait for tomorrow?" Zhao Zhizhen asked softly, her eyes still fixed on Yang Chengwu.
"Yes, today, now!" Yang Chengwu suddenly pulled Zhao Zhizhen into her arms.
With Nie's personal approval, Yang Chengwu married in Beichengzi Village, Laiyuan County on June 28th. This is the eighth day that Yang Chengwu wrote a love letter to Zhao Zhizhen. After the one-day wedding leave, Yang Chengwu and Zhao Zhizhen once again entered into a tense battle. War is cruel. Yang Chengwu went out again and again, and Zhao Zhizhen was on tenterhooks again and again until she saw her husband return safely. In a blink of an eye, in the early winter of 1943, the Japanese army launched a large-scale sweep to the anti-Japanese base area. In order to protect the safety of Zhao Zhizhen and her 4-year-old daughter Yang Yisheng, the local party organization arranged the mother and daughter in Wufeng Village near Langya Mountain. There is a place in the mountains called the old temple. There is only one family. The mother and daughter have lived in this house for a few days and have been very safe. Yang Chengwu, who had been suffering from malaria for many days, withdrew from the battlefield of Langya Mountain under the escort of four or five guards and came to the old temple to recuperate.
Yang Chengwu just got off the mule and saw his wife and daughter coming out of the house. I haven't seen you for months, and when I suddenly meet you, the couple are naturally surprised. But Yang Chengwu, who had a high fever, only vaguely looked at Zhao Zhizhen, and then fell asleep.
Zhao Zhizhen nursed Yang Chengwu from morning till night with tears in her eyes, and accompanied him. "Chengwu, you can't fall!" Zhao Zhizhen shouted her husband's name over and over again, and kept putting a towel soaked in cold water on Yang Chengwu's forehead to reduce the fever.
Under the careful care of Zhao Zhizhen, two days later, Yang Chengwu's high fever subsided and she was awake, but her condition was still not relieved. Early this morning, the landlord Huo Jinsheng brought breakfast to Yang Chengwu. Yang Chengwu didn't eat a few mouthfuls, and the door was knocked down with a clash by the guards. So the japs are coming here. The enemy seems to have discovered an important person hiding in the Eighth Route Army. There were several gunshots from Dongshanliang, and then enemy planes swooped over and dropped several bombs.
Yang Chengwu, who has not recovered, painfully looked at his daughter in his arms and his opposite wife, and said with difficulty, "Zhizhen, ask Brother Huo to come forward with us!"
"No, it's too late. You go first and leave me alone! " Zhao Zhizhen knew very well that if he broke through with Yang Chengwu and several soldiers, he would be pursued by the Japanese devils. If you stay to attract the devils, Yang Chengwu and his party are more likely to escape. Zhao Zhizhen harsh voice urged at the thought of this, "ChengWu, let's go! Give an order quickly! " Yang Chengwu staggered and struggled to stand up: "Let's go together and leave you!" The situation is extremely critical, and every second counts. We can't hesitate any longer. Zhao Zhizhen rushed over, hugged Yi Sheng, and pushed Yang Chengwu out of the door. The guard outside the door waited anxiously. Seeing that Zhao Zhizhen had pushed Yang Chengwu out of the door, he undeniably carried Yang Chengwu to the mule and ran quickly to the western hillside.
Yang Chengwu was ill, but he was in a hurry, but there was nothing he could do. At this time, when he was excited, he suddenly broke out in a sweat and his condition improved a lot. He turned his head to look back, and the mule kept shouting, "Go back! Pick them up and go together! " "Commander, your safety is important, you can't leave!" The guard ignored him and just whipped the mule and ran to the west as fast as he could. Twenty or thirty Japanese soldiers coming down from Dongshanliang saw several Eighth Route Army rushing towards Xishanliang and knew that they could not catch up. They were very angry and kept cursing. With a wave of the leader's hand, these ghost soldiers rushed to Huo Jinsheng's house. ...
Yang Chengwu and guards over the mountain ridge, Yang Chengwu word, struggling to jump off the mule, looked at it with a telescope. At this point, the devil fled down the hillside, broke into the house and searched, and the scene of burning the house never fell into Yang Chengwu's sight again. But he never saw his wife, daughter and Huo Jinsheng. Yang Chengwu suddenly felt a knife. Just now, the scene of his wife risking her life to save him came back to my mind. "True ..." Seeing that the house will be reduced to ashes, two lines of tears slipped from Yang Chengwu's face. ...
What Yang Chengwu never expected was that his wife Zhao Zhizhen would appear in front of him again the next day. Originally, with the help of Huo Jinsheng, Zhao Zhizhen and others hid in a crack and successfully escaped the Japanese raid. When Yang Chengwu saw Zhao Zhizhen and Xiao Yisheng coming along Hawking's finger, he couldn't help but meet him. As soon as he grabbed his wife's hand, he let out an emotional cry: "Zhizhen ..." He couldn't say a word.
Zhao Zhizhen looked at her husband's haggard face and was too excited to speak.
Many years later, Zhao Zhizhen recalled this incident and said, "Yang Chengwu is a pine tree on a rock, which deserves my respect. I am willing to work and work hard for such a person, and even when we have to give up this or that, I am willing to give my life. " Yang Chengwu has not forgotten his wife's kindness. 1992 September 9th of the lunar calendar is the day when Yang Chengwu and his wife agreed to spend their birthdays together. The whole family, old and young, gathered together, and Yang Chengwu recited a poem he wrote specially for Zhao Zhizhen with deep affection: "After decades of ups and downs, the sea has dried up and the rocks have rotted, and the will is firm. Working at home is praised by everyone and helps great things. " After watching Yang Chengwu, the children couldn't help clapping their hands. Tears of happiness blurred Zhao Zhizhen's eyes.
On February 6th+4th, 2004, Yang Chengwu died of illness, and Zhao Zhizhen was deeply saddened. She opened her husband's 80th birthday present-Yang Chengwu's handwriting 66 years ago, which was his first and last love letter ... The true feelings revealed between the lines made her unforgettable and unforgettable.