After nearly a month of hard work, Yu Peilun finally remade the bomb. Once the explosives were detonated successfully, not to mention Zaifeng, even Ganshui Bridge would have only residue left.

Regarding the explosion scene, the three of them had seen and looked, and explored and explored. Wang Jingwei could already describe the entire scene in his mind. There was a pile of soil on the sun of the gutter. It was soaked after it rained a few days ago. It has been seven or eight minutes dry. There is a big stone on the back of the gutter. It seems that he has been squatting there for a long time, waiting for someone to come and accompany it.

Who will carry out the final task? Yu Peilun, Huang Fusheng, Wang Jingwei and even Chen Bijun are all competing for it. Yu Peilun said that I made the bomb, and I am the most familiar with its characteristics, and I will go with it; Huang Fusheng said that I am the oldest, both a eldest brother and an old comrade, so the revolutionary righteousness will be taken naturally; Chen Bijun said that I am the smallest and a woman, which is not easy to arouse doubts, and the chance of success is high; Wang Jingwei finally said that I came to revolution, saying goodbye to so many comrades before setting off, and wrote a bloody letter. If I retreated at the last moment, I would not only be sorry for my revolutionary enthusiasm, but also find it difficult to respond to the world in practice. The so-called "long-distance revolutionary" should start from now on.

Since the first failure of the operation, such debates have been staged almost every day. As the date of action approaches, the voice and tone of the debate are getting higher and higher. Looking at the group of comrades who are scrambling to die, Chen Bijun almost shed tears every time. But she did not cry after all - this not only makes the comrades look down on them, but also adds additional burden to them. She loves this Wang Zhaoming who makes her day and night and wants to stay with her forever, but she loves her ideals more and is more willing to fulfill the vision in the hearts of the loved ones.

Wang Jingwei's eloquence was naturally first-class. Although he had worked hard for a long time and used a lot of effort, his comrades finally gave in and agreed to give him the work of detonating the bomb.

While watching him step by step towards death, to exchange life for explosion, to practice promises with actions, and to fight back with heroic rumor, Chen Bijun felt that his heart was closely linked to the other party and could never be separated. For a magnificent career, although life is of no tribute, even the love that shocks the world and makes ghosts and gods is also accompanied by smoke. She has deeply realized that "life is precious, love is more valuable, and love is more expensive. If it is for freedom, both can be abandoned". However, the heroism in the past is from others, heard and admired, but this heroism is from one's own. It is practiced, and silently...

If possible, she really wanted to die for him. This motivation to replace himself with oneself not only comes from her recognition of the revolutionary cause, but also comes from her recognition of the sacrifice spirit of Wang Jingwei and others. She believes that only in this way can love burst out through passion, wave his hand to write his own beautiful chapter in front of death, and play the strongest voice under the main theme of revolution and saving the country. She is not afraid of death, and is more willing to die for Wang Jingwei, but she did not speak because she loves Wang Jingwei, who is definitely a greedy person who is afraid of death. The Wang Jingwei she knows is a hero with confidence. The Wang Jingwei she admires, admires and even loves has always been the condensation and sublimation of the national spirit in her eyes - not allowing him to die is only a betrayal of ideals and beliefs.

To fulfill him is not only the greatest maintenance and support, but also the best commemoration and memory!

This was the last night. Huang Fusheng and Yu Peilun had already gone to the Ganshui Bridge to bury the bomb. Only Wang Jingwei and Chen Bijun were left in the dark room of the photo studio. She knew that this was the last night they were together. Tomorrow morning, as long as Zaifeng still went out according to the old time, it would be the time for Wang Jingwei to die together.

The night was long, but Chen Bijun clearly felt that all aspects were heading towards that time, running wildly and passing by rapidly.

She really wanted to slow it down and stop it, even for a short while. However, it seemed to have become a luxury!

Delaying and obstructing this moment may allow Wang Jingwei's life to last for a while, but it will never allow his fearless spirit to continue. She loves his life and everything, but he loves the greatness and immortality that this person will have. She firmly believes that in the history of China's saving the country, the three words "Wang Jingwei" will be written with great color. On the road to awakening national awakening, there will be milestones built by the three words "Wang Zhaoming". She thought proudly that in such an exciting historical moment, I will accompany him; when he transformed into the soul of the nation, I will follow him; even when billions of people worship him with an extremely respectful look on the face of him, I can proudly declare that at that moment, I am present!

For

It is so glorious, noble, and great to die for the country. It is really worth recalling the moment of life.

Life is great because of dreams, and life is immortal because of its sublime.

Although it was pitch black outside the window, she clearly saw that the gate of heaven had opened, and the glory and glory above the cloud stairs ignited the entire sky. She watched him, looked up at him, looked up at him, and walked calmly step by step.

Those who believe in others will receive eternal life!

Although she is not a Christian, she firmly believes that revolutionaries will complete their redemption with their own magnificence, and of course, they will never include those "long-distance revolutionaries"!

Decay; your feat is faint and gone, but your career will last forever

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She raised her head, tried to smile, and wanted to give him off with bold words and courage, but she was only an 18-year-old woman after all, and no matter how strong she pretended to be, she could not suppress the tears in her eyes. One drop, two, three drops, all of the tears fell on the floor, bursting out a shocking sound - this is not a sound that can be heard with the flesh ears, it can only be a sound that can be felt with the heart, ideals, and faith.

She sobbed, her eyes were red and her nose was twitching, but her eyes were still shining, the care and admiration from the heart, and her eyes were looking at the other person tightly, as if she wanted to engrave everything in her heart and concentrate everything in her sight. She shook her head, and finally nodded again.

Wang Jingwei wanted to comfort her with appropriate words, but this orator, the hero of the revolutionary party who is known for his eloquence, found that he could not say it at all at such a moment, or that there was no word that could express his feelings appropriately. He knew that Chen Bijun loved him deeply, and he also liked this young woman with personality. He even thought that if the revolution succeeded and retired, he would be able to travel with his beloved people.

But the future of the revolution called him, and the mission of the unfinished career called him. Although "ruthlessness may not be a true hero", Wang Jingwei knew that tonight was definitely not the time when children were in love. He used all his strength and said in a calm tone as possible: "Little sister, I'm leaving. You must take good care of yourself in the future."

The feeling of separation between life and death is expressed in a plain tone, which shows his sincerity and his heart. He took her hand. Before, he had almost never touched a finger of her. Touching the soft fingertips, feeling the overwhelming impact in his chest, and experiencing the surging passion, he only said: "Don't be sad! I will always be with you."

After a while, Chen Bijun raised his head, his body softened, and he fell into Wang Jingwei's arms: "You are going to be a martyr. Tonight is the last night we are together. I have nothing else to send you, so I will sleep with you for a night."

There is no girl's shyness, no ambiguous tone, no humble expression, and no restless desire, only confessions from the heart.

Wang Jingwei's whole body shook, he squeezed her hand tightly, and hugged her tightly in his arms. Warmth and care filled the entire dark room. Perhaps this was the brightest place in China - a young man who used his life and death to compose his love song. Although there was only a moment of light, it was enough to illuminate the entire dark weather.

After holding the body tightly, loosen the clothes, untie them again. In the intercourse between spirit and flesh, the impact of love and desire, the torture of life and death, and the ups and downs, a young couple completed their closest contact. This is a mixed feeling that is so pure that it cannot be more pure, a personal privacy that is so bright that it cannot be more bright, and it is even more resolute and concerned about it.

"Fourth brother, there will never be any other man in my heart except you."

"Silly little sister, I'll leave tomorrow. What are you saying?"

"real!"

"There is no need to do this. Find someone, love him, live, see hope and success, I will be happy for you. If you haven't forgotten me in the future, you will put a small flower in front of my tomb during the Qingming Festival..."

"My love only belongs to you, and no one can replace your position in my mind. Fourth brother, I will always be the little flower in front of your grave."

"Promise me and live!"

"I will, but my heart will always be with you."
Chapter completed!