"Ma Qian'an is dead, and I have something to burn paper."

When Chen Jiashen "translates" the Chinese words by word by word by word, his body froze. After a long time, he sighed in his face to the sky, allowing his tears to gradually flow out of his eyes and fell down one by one.

A man doesn't cry easily, but it's not time to be sad. Chen Jiashen had a deep relationship with Ma Qian'an. At first, he regarded him as a smart and tenacious hero and a simple patriot. As time went by, he learned about Ma Qian'an's character and endured Ma Qian'an's "instructions" and rose again. He regarded Ma Qian'an as a trusted friend, especially when Ma Qian'an came to Nanyang and shared his hardships with him for half a year, their character integration reached a deeper level. At that time, he had already regarded Ma Qian'an as his son and nephew.

Although they were far away from the world, they supported and encouraged each other. They got along like brothers and sisters, and they both rely on each other deeply and trusted each other. A few months ago, he flew to the Soviet Union at Ma Qian'an's request. According to Ma Qian'an's words, he met for the last time. However, the insight left to Chen Jiashen this time was the spiritual sublimation of the two. Chen Jiashen accepted Ma Qian'an's unreserved trust. He felt that he was already a part of Ma Qian'an's spirit. For him, Ma Qian'an became his teacher and friend in his life, and could no longer distinguish between each other in philosophy.

Suddenly, I heard that the tiger had once burped in the world, and tears suddenly turned into a pouring rain. Now that Ma Qian'an is "left", Chen Jiashen feels as uncomfortable as half of his heart is collapsed. He is still so young, still so energetic, and his loved ones, how could he leave so cruelly?

"My best friend... is gone..." Chen Jiashen sat down on the chair weakly and said to himself in an inaudible voice.

Chen Jiashen was sad, and Juventus pushed the door open and came in.

Juventus had already lost her childishness. During the days when she followed Chen Jiashen's retreat, she shouldered greater responsibilities, and the responsibility made her mature. Now she is the second person in charge of the Indian branch of the Chen Group, responsible for contacting the Chinese army in India and solving problems that some of their Americans could not solve, and by the way, she does some business with tens of thousands of Chinese troops.

Even the straw hat could not block the scorching sun above India. Juventus's skin color had turned into wheat. When she walked into Chen Jiashen's office with a youthful and healthy atmosphere, she immediately found that Chen Jiashen was in a sad and bitter complexion.

What's wrong with this? Juventus seldom sees Chen Jiashen so disobedient. To be precise, he has never seen him before. When he found that Chen Jiashen ignored him, Juventus slight questions in his heart, Yes! He still cried? Who can make his uncle so sad?

Complex things prompt people to mature quickly. Juventus hesitated for a moment and did not make a sound, but carefully searched for something that could cause such changes in Chen Jiashen's mood.

She saw a telegram and a password book on the table that she had never seen before, and her questions became bigger and bigger.

Juventus moved forward a few steps and looked at Chen Jiashen. Chen Jiashen just ignored her. Juventus became more courageous and moved carefully behind Chen Jiashen, stretched his neck and glanced at the telegraph paper on the table.

What? Ma Qian'an is dead? Juventus was dizzy.

She kept praying that Ma Qianan could cure his injuries and recover from his health. Even if Ma Qianan had fewer arms and legs because of his serious injuries, she hoped that he could appear in front of him again, as long as he was alive. But...

Is that wise, brave, sunny smile, who can speak sweet words and dodge his favorite brother dead? Why is the world so cruel? Don’t people have good expectations?

He... is dead? Juventus didn't believe it, she refused to admit this reality.

"This is impossible!" Juventus grabbed the telegram and shouted in disrespect: "Uncle, why do you believe everything? Didn't you say that he was still alive when you came back from the Soviet Union? Who sent the telegram? It's shameful spreading rumors!"

Chen Jiashen waved his hand weakly, and did not express anything because of Juventus's loss of composure. He knew that this niece had a deep affection for Ma Qian'an, knew that she did not want such a thing to happen, and also knew that Juventus wanted to visit Ma Qian'an in the Soviet Union a few months ago, but he did not let her go, which brought her the regrets.

Chen Jiashen knew she was blaming him, so he had the responsibility to explain the matter.

"It was called from the General Hospital of the Russian Far East Military Region, which is the hospital where Xiaoma was healed. It must be true!"

Juventus still refused to admit this "fact". He was like a drowning man caught a straw, pointing to the words "burn paper if you have something to do", and continued to shout: "Why do they say this? Why do they insult and tease heroes like Brother Ma? If these words were said by people from the hospital, did their conscience let the dog eat it? I think these words are very insulting, and I want to protest to the person who sent the telegram!"

Alas? Something is wrong! Chen Jiashen was stunned and turned to stare at Juventus's red face due to anger. He was hit by the "bad news" just now and did not carefully distinguish the meaning of ridicule in this sentence. Now, after Juventus reminded him, Chen Jiashen also felt that the person who sent the telegram was doing too much.

"Who sent the telegram?" Juventus continued to ask, and there was a tendency to not give up if he didn't catch this guy out and beat him up.

Chen Jiashen was slow for a moment, and then replied with a embarrassed look: "Xiao Ji took it in just now. He said that it was sent from the hospital, but it couldn't be translated. Let me try the password book in my hand."

"Your password book? Is this the one?" Juventus grabbed the password book on the table and was about to shake it, but he was caught by Chen Jiashen.

Juventus looked at Chen Jiashen strangely, watching the latter holding the password book tightly in his hand. This was abnormal. Curiosity made her ask the key question: "Who has such a password book in her hand?"

Chen Jiashen seemed to be enlightened instantly with this question, and his face turned gloomy and clear.

Chen Jiashen pushed Juventus standing beside him, pointed to the chair opposite the table, and instructed: "Go and sit down. I'm not allowed to peek when I translate the telegram."

Juventus pouted and sat down reluctantly, sneaked into Chen Jiashen and continued to translate the telegram with concentration.

Chen Jiashen's expression changed, and he was sometimes relieved, sometimes laughed, sometimes annoyed, and sometimes laughed and cried. The expression was vividly interpreted.

The telegram was very long. After a few sentences were translated, Chen Jiashen was a little breathless. He was so angry that he had been happy for half an hour. During this period, he stared at Juventus, who pretended not to care at all, actually wanted to peek at the telegram.

When Juventus asked, "Who has such a password book?" Chen Jiashen suddenly remembered that Ma Qian'an sent someone to bring him a password book. The first sentence he used to translate the message from this password book for the first time: There are only two passwords, one is one and one is one.

Who would use this password to generate electricity? Only those around Ma Qian'an or Ma Qian'an who can get enough trust in him. If it was sent by someone he trusted, the telegram would never be as gangster-like as the truth was about to come out.

The telegram was indeed taken by Ma Qian'an himself, and the following words became more and more joyful.

"Old Chen, if you cry when you see the first sentence, then the relationship between our father and father is really useless. Don't take it seriously. Actually, I am quite annoying. Even God doesn't accept it. I'm so happy that I'm breathless. I'm panting and panting. God is really hiccup! You already know most of the secrets, so I feel relaxed. I really want to lie in the hospital and not come out. I'm going to take a vacation to raise flowers and catch birds. I don't know how happy it is..."

At this point, Chen Jiashen already fully understood that Ma Qian'an was not dead and made a big joke for him, regardless of whether his heart could withstand such fright and surprise. This little bastard!

"Wow!" Chen Jiashen cursed angrily, and then pushed the translated part to Juventus, whose neck was almost broken.

Juventus finished reading it quickly, and after reading it, he didn't know what language to describe his mood at this moment. After glaring for a long time, he also screamed in the tone of Chen Jiashen: "Wow! Brother is still so unscrupulous!"

Chen Jiashen reminded him dissatisfiedly: "Pay attention to your language, how can a lady say the word 'wow'? Didn't your brother Ma tell you the meaning of the word?"

Juventus suddenly turned red. She remembered that she didn't know the meaning of the word back then, thinking that it was just an exclamation and used it everywhere. Until one day, Ma Qian'an pointed to Li Fengshan who was angry and shouting "Fuck!" and told herself that the corresponding word in Minnan dialect was "Wow!", and she blushed on the spot and swore never to say it again.
Chapter completed!