It was a freezing day, a few years ago, when I stumbled upon a wallet in the street. There was no identification inside. Just three dollars, and a crumpled letter that looked as if it had been carried around for years.
The only thing legible on the torn envelope was the return address. I opened the letter and saw that it had been written in 1924 — almost 60 years ago. I read it carefully, hoping to find some clue to the identity of the wallet's owner.
It was a "Dear John" letter. The writer, in a delicate script, told the recipient, whose name was Michael, that her mother forbade her to see him again. Nevertheless, she would always love him. It was signed Hannah.
It was a beautiful letter. But there was no way, beyond the name Michael, to identify the owner. Perhaps if I called information the operator could find the phone number for the address shown on the envelope.
"Operator, this is an unusual request. I'm trying to find the owner of a wallet I found. Is there any way you could tell me the phone number for an address that was on a letter in the wallet?" The operator gave me her supervisor, who said there was a phone listed at the address, but that she could not give me the number. However, she would call and explain the situation. Then, if the party wanted to talk, she would connect me. I waited a minute and she came back on the line. "I have a woman who will speak with you."
I asked the woman if she knew a Hannah.
"Oh, of course! We bought this house from Hannah's family thirty years ago."
"Would you know where they could be located now?" I asked.
"Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home years ago. Maybe the home could help you track down the daughter."
The woman gave me the name of the nursing home. I called and found out that Hannah's mother had died. The woman I spoke with gave me an address where she thought Hannah could be reached. I phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home. She gave me the number. I called and was told, "Yes, Hannah is with us." I asked if I could stop by to see her. It was almost 10 p.m. The director said Hannah might be asleep. "But if you want to take a chance, maybe she's in the day room watching television." The director and a guard greeted me at the door of the nursing home. We went up to the third floor and saw the nurse, who told us that Hannah was indeed watching TV.
We entered the day room. Hannah was a sweet, silver-haired old-timer with a warm smile and friendly eyes. I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second she saw it, she took a deep breath. "Young man," she said, "this letter was the last contact I had with Michael." She looked away for a moment, then said pensively, "I loved him very much. But I was only sixteen and my mother felt I was too young. He was so handsome. You know, like Sean Connery, the actor."
We both laughed. The director then left us alone. "Yes, Michael Goldstein was his name. If you find him, tell him I still think of him often. I never did marry," she said, smiling through tears that welled up in her eyes. "I guess no one ever matched up to Michael..."
I thanked Hannah, said good-bye and took the elevator to the first floor. As I stood at the door, the guard asked, "Was the old lady able to help you?"
I told him she had given me a lead. "At least I have a last name. But I probably won't pursue it further for a while." I explained that I had spent almost the whole day trying to find the wallet's owner.While we talked, I pulled out the brown-leather case with its red-lanyard lacing and showed it to the guard. He looked at it closely and said, "Hey, I'd know that anywhere. That's Mr. Goldstein's. He's always losing it. I found it in the hall at least three times."
"Who's Mr. Goldstein?" I asked. "He's one of the old-timers on the eighth floor. That's Mike Goldstein's wallet, for sure. He goes out for a walk quite often."
I thanked the guard and ran back to the director's office to tell him what the guard had said. He accompanied me to the eighth floor. I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up.
"I think he's still in the day room," the nurse said. "He likes to read at night...a darling old man."
We went to the only room that had lights on, and there was a man reading a book. The director asked him if he had lost his wallet. Michael Goldstein looked up, felt his back pocket and then said, "Goodness, it is missing."
"This kind gentleman found a wallet. Could it be yours?"
The second he saw it, he smiled with relief. "Yes," he said, "that's it. Must have dropped it this afternoon. I want to give you a reward."
"Oh, no thank you," I said. "But I have to tell you something. I read the letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet."
The smile on his face disappeared. "You read that letter?"
"Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is."
He grew pale. "Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was?" I hesitated.
"Please tell me!" Michael urged.
"She's fine, and just as pretty as when you knew her."
"Could you tell me where she is? I want to call her tomorrow."
He grabbed my hand and said, "You know something? When that letter came, my life ended. I never married. I guess I've always loved her."
"Michael," I said. "Come with me." The three of us took the elevator to the third floor. We walked toward the day room where Hannah was sitting, still watching TV. The director went over to her.
"Hannah," he said softly. "Do you know this man?" Michael and I stood waiting in the doorway.
She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn't say a word.
"Hannah, it's Michael. Michael Goldstein. Do you remember?"
"Michael? Michael? It's you!"
He walked slowly to her side. She stood and they embraced. Then the two of them sat on a couch, held hands and started to talk. The director and I walked out, both of us crying.
"See how the good Lord works," I said philosophically. "If it's meant to be. It will be." Three weeks later, I got a call from the director who asked, "Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Yup, Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!"
It was a lovely wedding, with all the people at the nursing home joining in the celebration. Hannah wore a beige dress and looked beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. The home gave them their own room, and if you ever wanted to see a 76-year-old bride and a 78-year old groom acting like two teen-agers, you had to see this couple.
A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years.
是这个吗？
鸡汤来喽是电视剧《激战江南》的剧情梗。在电视剧《激战江南》中，日本高级军统特务双料间谍“穿山甲”渗透进共军内部假扮成炊事员老冯，在鸡汤中下毒企图毒死重要军官。
在这段剧情中，老冯端着鸡汤走进房间，嘴上说着：“啊哈哈，鸡汤来喽”，因这段表演效果过于魔性搞笑，被网友纷纷恶搞，由此变成了一个梗。
该梗出处：
《激战江南》电视剧讲述中国抗日战争时期，新四军太湖游击纵队在司令员薛宏晖（原型人物为薛永辉）的领导下，袭击苏州浒墅关火车站、日军上海虹桥场等地。2021年，该剧第12集中炊事员老冯在鸡汤中纵队领导未遂、自取灭亡的情节爆红。
剧中台词“鸡汤来咯”、“重庆军统、大日本双料高级特工，代号穿山甲”、“龟野先生、天皇陛下，我的任务完成了”等也成为网络迷因，相关鬼畜视频在哔哩哔哩广为流传。
穿山甲台词是如下：
1、鸡汤来了。诶，这这，这都菜都齐了，怎么还不吃呀。
2、哎哟哟，王大队张。哎呀你这人就喜欢开玩笑。哎呀，快趁热吃吧，我不打扰，我走了，哈。?
3、司令，这鸡汤十分的珍贵，应该要同志们先喝。我这一个炊事员，这么能喝这鸡汤呢。
4、这，这不对吧。这今天谁，谁要陷害我？王大队长，你要陷害我是吧？
5、哎，都看我干什么呀？喝呀！快，快趁热喝，趁热喝呀。
6、不喝，不喝我就炸死你！都不敢喝，都怕死是吧？我告诉你，不喝，不喝也别想活着！
7、既然大家都知道了，这戏我就不演了。我就是大名鼎鼎的重庆军统，和大日本双料高级特工。代号，（脱帽）穿山甲！
8、杜孝先是我放的，这鸡汤里边的毒，我也放了。不过这鸡汤，我喝了，我肯定得死，你们不喝，也别想活着！
《激战江南》。
鸡汤来了出自电视剧《激战江南》第12集14：46，讲的是特工老冯试图在鸡汤中下毒毒死司令员，却不知自己早已暴露，无奈喝下鸡汤，最后气急败坏的自报身份想同归于尽。
演员的演技很好，但是台词过于离谱，两者在强烈的反差下，形成了一种魔性的表达效果，再加上大量的鬼畜视频，莫名的洗脑。
简介：
《激战江南》电视剧里的剧情是特工老冯端着毒鸡汤说道：“欸哈哈哈哈，鸡汤来咯！”也是比较魔性的，比较深入人心。
剧中演员的笑声也是比较的魔性，大家可以在抖音或者是B站上经常刷到，并且B站也会有很多类似的鬼畜视频，达到了洗脑的程度。
出自电视剧《激战江南》第十二集，一名军统特务，双料高级特工，代号穿山甲装作炊事员渗透到我军内部，在鸡汤里下毒企图毒死我军将领，但一切早已被我军识破。
其中的一句生草台词“鸡汤来咯”被网友引申为“G胖来喽”，“寄汤来喽”等的空耳，甚是生草，从而成为一个梗。
第十二集剧情：
老冯走后金站长让人去跟上老冯，老冯接到密件指示要想办法尽快除掉薛宏辉。金站长派人把老冯得来的证据卖给了日本人，那是伪军汤司令卖给新四军武器的证据。龟野的人第二天带人包围了汤司令的司令部，拿出了洗出来的照片，汤司令看了之后说是陷害。
随后汤司令不同意缴械投降，和日军交上了火，新亏李省长及时赶到，双方的伤亡不是很惨重。龟野知道是薛宏辉岛的鬼之后也是十分的生气，扬言一定要薛宏辉好看。老冯晚上发了电报之后回屋子里去，薛司令派的人跟踪老冯回来之后报告给薛司令他看清楚了，薛司令说明天要他自己说。
第二天占彪去找老冯让他杀只鸡，晚上要请连以上干部吃饭。老冯晚上端了只鸡给薛司令送了过去，看见很多干部都在，他让大家赶紧喝鸡汤。占彪开玩笑说让老冯先喝一碗，看看鸡汤里面是不是有毒，薛司令也让老冯先喝一碗。
老冯喝了一碗之后看见大家还是不喝，有些急了，索性就撕破了脸皮拿出了手榴弹说出了自己的真实身份，要和他们同归于尽。
随后老冯大笑着拉响了手榴弹，谁知道那个手榴弹是个假的，老冯之后中毒身亡。龟野知道李省长肯定知道翡翠白菜的下落，但是就是不肯说，他决定使用美人计让李省长说出来。李省长把翡翠白菜的下落告诉了龟野派去的那个女的。
龟野找到了史老先生，说是想向史老先生介绍一下日本国的情况。还说自己想来借翡翠白菜以用，拿到日本展示一下中国五千年来的灿烂文化。史老先生言辞激烈的说了一通龟野，龟野说自己不喜欢撕破脸面做事情，史老先生表明了态度，要翡翠白菜没有，要命两条。
龟野放下了两句话之后离开了。丁达文穿上了日军的衣服，并且接受了特高科的培训，给他介绍了731部队研究的各种毒药。龟野对丁达文的表现十分的满意，说他已经成为了特高科一名合格的特工，现在让他去新四军那里执行密件的任务，刺杀薛宏辉，让他成为在新四军里的一名定时炸弹，先潜伏下来。
金站长找到了张国良，说他看见了竹青，要张国良第二天跟着竹青，看看竹青来苏州有什么目的。老陆说竹青被人跟踪了，在郊区给她找了一所老房子让她先转移，等密电码绣好之后再给她送过去。
丁达文在街上遇见了老陆，老陆让他去队伍里面报道，丁达文回去之后报告了龟野，龟野给他安排了工作。薛司令也找到了丁达文，让他跟着自己第二天天一亮就回冲山岛。
《激战江南》。
鸡汤来了出自电视剧《激战江南》第12集14：46，讲的是特工老冯试图在鸡汤中下毒毒死司令员，却不知自己早已暴露，无奈喝下鸡汤，最后气急败坏的自报身份想同归于尽。
演员的演技很好，但是台词过于离谱，两者在强烈的反差下，形成了一种魔性的表达效果，再加上大量的鬼畜视频，莫名的洗脑。
这天他接到一个任务：
为了庆祝战事告捷，司令员要请干部吃饭，因此穿山甲需要煮一锅鸡汤。
穿山甲一想：机会来了。
他决定在这锅鸡汤里下毒，将司令员等领导全部毒死，当他端着鸡汤进屋时，发现整个屋子的人都在看着他。
为了化解尴尬，他干笑几声，嘴里喊着“鸡汤来了”就把汤端上了餐桌，由于他的笑声过于魔性，言行太过浮夸，这部分成为了鬼畜的重点部分。
