The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 31 Everything is fine

...There is only one kind of true heroism in the world, and that is to love life even after seeing the truth of life...

...Excerpt from Romain Rolland's The Life of Michelangelo...

When Hu Biao regained consciousness from his chaotic thoughts, it was already past seven in the morning. It was said that Ma Kui, a young man from Handan, walked into the daily rental house with a cold look on his face and cursing.

After he sat down on his bed, he took off his shoes and greeted some people warmly.

The content of the greetings was nothing more than that the manager at the courier company where he did odd jobs last night was such a jerk that he almost worked himself to death; from now on he would rather sleep in the park or rummage through trash cans than do odd jobs at the courier company, and so on.

Hu Biao, who had been hanging out in Majuqiao for more than a year, was naturally well aware that working as a courier was definitely not a good job.

Normally, he would only work as a temporary courier for a night unless he had no money left.

Otherwise, if there were any other options, I wouldn't go there.

Why? Because the express delivery managers are so cunning. To prevent you from running away early, they only assign you some easy tasks in the first half of the night, such as sorting some lighter parcels.

It gives you the illusion that you can easily get through the night.

But in the second half of the night, all the heavy work such as moving refrigerators and washing machines was assigned to them; there was even one time when Hu Biao spent half the night moving packages of soil.

Quit your job and want to run away? Go ahead, they won't stop you, but you won't get paid a penny. To get paid, you have no choice but to do it.

As a result, after one night, all the bones in my body felt like they were falling apart.

But compared to what Hu Biao experienced in the Battle of Shanghai, if their situations could be switched, the competition for these jobs would probably be a headache, right?

But then again, even if that's the case, it's not a reason for those unscrupulous people in the modern world to exploit them like cattle and horses.

The fact that everyone in the modern world is able to enjoy not going hungry and can enjoy the most basic education and medical care is definitely not the result of those unscrupulous families.

Rather, it is the great achievements of our ancestors who abandoned everything and fought with their lives on the line when China was about to fall completely into the abyss.

It is the great achievement of the hard work of more predecessors over the decades since the founding of the country.

Then a key question arises: where will your future go? Should you continue to do odd jobs and lie low, or do something else?
Instinctively, Hu Biao knew that it would be wrong to continue lying down; but he was completely confused about what to do next and how to change.

Hu Biao's mind was in a mess when he thought of all the above things at once.

I always feel like something is wrong, but I can't put my finger on it.

Fortunately, at this time, Hu Biao's stomach started to growl, and the boy suddenly reacted and decided to eat first.

Whether in the modern world or on the Battle of Shanghai, this body hadn't eaten for at least ten hours and needed to eat immediately.

Otherwise, you might faint from hypoglycemia.

Suddenly, Hu Biao wanted to eat something urgently, especially oil-splashed noodles and roujiamo, and he wanted to eat the kind with a mouthful of noodles and a mouthful of garlic.

Thinking of this, Hu Biao couldn't wait to put on his clothes and go out, walking excitedly towards a noodle shop that he remembered that had the two foods mentioned above...

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As soon as he went out, he felt a cold wind blowing towards him from the capital city, which was only one or two degrees above zero. This immediately lifted his spirits.

It was precisely because of this that Hu Biao noticed some details that he usually overlooked. The shop owner who was greeting customers was looking eagerly at every passerby and waiting for the workers to come to him for work.

There are also hurried office workers, students, and old men and women going to a certain place to grab eggs.

They may have all kinds of troubles, but they absolutely do not have to worry about their own safety, and they do not have to worry that invaders will come in and enslave them one day.

When Hu Biao saw all these things that he was already familiar with on ordinary days, he, who had experienced the Battle of Shanghai, felt that everything full of the flavor of life was so beautiful.

What is even more beautiful are the details that Hu Biao saw as he continued walking.

For example: On the No. 2 bus, the driver who was shouting "Please squeeze in, it's very empty inside" looked exactly like the buck-toothed light machine gunner in the special forces company.

Then he had a loud argument with the man he was currently arguing with over a coin issue.

It was none other than Bao Fugui, the heavy machine gunner from Shandong Province, a man who couldn't even eat three bowls of rice. Their saliva was flying as they argued, and it looked like a fight was imminent. But in Hu Biao's eyes, compared to everything else on Position No. 7, the scene was even somewhat heartwarming.

After walking a dozen steps forward, I saw a handsome guy in a small park on the street who shouted, "Thank you for the sports car, I'll do the third driving test for you."

It was Bao Fugui's secondary shooter, the one nicknamed "Little Wife".

Amid the sound of powerful music, this young man, whose looks and temperament are no longer ridiculed in the modern world and who is even admired by many people, is so full of energy.

It was at the live broadcast site of "Little Wife", not too far away.

There was a group of old men squatting or sitting down to watch the excitement. A large part of what they were saying was, "The girl who was live streaming here yesterday is still pretty. Her white thighs are not afraid of the cold in this weather~"

Among a group of old SPs, the two men who kept chewing sugarcane were the middle-aged deputy company commanders who had arranged for them to go to the kitchen team after receiving watches and some other benefits.

There was also the commander of the Third Supplementary Company of the Su Province Security Corps who died in an air raid.

After seeing the two people, Hu Biao instinctively glanced at the watch on his wrist, which was still ticking accurately to the minute.

It was still in the small park on the corner of the street, the old squad leader of the kitchen squad, the big brother who made Hu Biao and his men feel warm on the Battle of Shanghai.

Now he is happily dancing square dance with a group of older sisters, and there is an indescribable glow on his old face.

However, the most disappointing thing for Hu Biao was that he took an advertising leaflet while walking.

The content of the flyer said that a nearby property was currently having a big price reduction and that you would make a profit if you bought it.

Of course, this is not important. Every property is slashing prices right now. Some even offer zero down payment. You can move in as soon as you sign the contract, as if it’s free.

What’s important is that the guy who was distributing advertisements with a flattering smile on his face was wearing a neat suit and had sleek hair that could break a fly’s leg if it flew into it.

That young face is exactly the same as Young Master Feng's.

Hu Biao was still wearing a security uniform, but he looked like the third squad leader Xiao Henan, squatting and browsing his mobile phone.

When he saw one of the girls, it was when he thought he was going to die, he still regretted not being able to get drunk with Annie.

In short, Hu Biao saw many familiar faces. They had resumed their lives in this peaceful era when the country had become stronger.

They may no longer be rich, but they must be living in the environment and life they longed for so much back then.

It should be noted that among all the familiar faces mentioned above, Hu Biao was unable to see the faces of Zhou Kun, Wang Peng, Gao Yi and Zhang Wei.

Hu Biao saw people from the Third Supplementary Company, the ancestors of the Special Forces Company, or familiar faces to his brothers.

He was filled with emotion as he saw every familiar face, but he didn't disturb any of them.

I had no intention of disturbing their lives by telling them about my dream experiences.

Knowing that they are doing well now, with a new identity and life, is enough.

I didn't even think of going over to see which platform Annie was on, what her nickname was, or whether I could check it out regularly.

The only thing I did was smile at him.

At the same time, his pace became faster and faster as he walked, because he seemed to have smelled the aroma of oil-splashed noodles and roujiamo, which was so delicious.

When passing an intersection, an old man who was waiting for odd jobs to come to his house turned up the volume of his cell phone to the maximum.

One of the background voiceovers faintly reached Hu Biao's ears: ...Roland said that there is only one kind of heroism in the world, and that is...

"Yes! This Roland is really good at talking. Speak more in the future."

Hu Biao said this to himself loudly in his heart. Unconsciously, his shoulders and waist, which usually slumped a little, suddenly straightened up...

(End of this chapter)