Traveling through the 1940s, the whole village was massacred at the beginning

Jiang Jiyun sat in this classroom again, feeling somewhat complicated.

She thought this time would be better than last time, however, the sobbing of the child next to her reached her ears again. The crying was intermittent, as if there was endless grievance.

Jiang Jiyun finally couldn't help it and whispered to comfort her: "Don't cry, or your mother will not want you anymore."

As soon as she finished speaking, the child's crying suddenly became unusually loud. This sudden change not only scared Jiang Jiyun, but also Qi Erlong and Zhou Xi who were sitting next to her looked at the child in astonishment.

A female teacher hurried over, picked up the crying child and comforted him softly.

When she saw Jiang Jiyun, Qi Erlong and Zhou Xi covering their ears, she couldn't help laughing and said, "You three kids, go sit over there."

Jiang Jiyun and Zhou Xi looked at each other, stood up helplessly, and followed Qi Erlong to the window seat.

However, it wasn't long before the teachers heard another child crying on the other side.

After three times in a row, no matter where they sat, the children around them seemed to cry even harder, and the teachers began to suspect something was wrong.

Teacher Qin also noticed this strange phenomenon. She quickly walked up to Jiang Jiyun and the other two, squatted down, looked at the three children who were sitting obediently, and asked in confusion: "Did you say anything to the other children?"

Jiang Jiyun shook his head. "I have only said one sentence since I entered the classroom."

"Me too."

"Me too."

"What did you say?" Teacher Qin asked the three children.

"Just now Jingjing was crying and it made my head hurt. I just tried to comfort him, but he just didn't listen." Jiang Jiyun said honestly.

Teacher Qin looked at her suspiciously and said with certainty, "Did you scare him?"

Jiang Jiyun's eyes widened with a look of grievance, and he said with an expression that said, "Don't think that you can wrongly accuse me just because you are a teacher!"

"Teacher, we didn't scare him."

"Teacher, we are all very obedient."

Zhou Xi and Qi Erlong both disagreed with what Teacher Qin said. They were obviously not wrong, and they were not wrong at all!

"Then can you tell the teacher how you comforted them?" Teacher Qin asked patiently.

Qi Erlong said with a smile, "Don't cry. If you cry again, your mother will not want you anymore!"

Teacher Qin looked at the three children waiting for praise in silence. After a while, she said, "You three, follow me. You will go to the middle class starting today!"

Just like that, there was no need for Jiang Jiyuan to come and find the teacher, and the three of them were transferred to the middle class.

Qi Dalong was writing calligraphy with great effort. When he heard the teacher talking, he looked up and saw his younger brother and two other children.

Jiang Jiyun and the other two were still sitting together. She felt overwhelmed again when she saw the older children writing on paper with brushes.

Although the classroom was quiet, I felt overwhelmed at the thought of starting to write traditional Chinese characters with a brush.

"Teacher Li, please go get three sets of pens, ink, paper and inkstone for them." Teacher Qin said to Teacher Li after arranging everything for the three of them.

Zhou Xi and Qi Erlong picked up the ink block skillfully and ground it gently on the inkstone.

As the ink block rotated, the clear water in the inkstone was gradually dyed into thick black ink.

Jiang Jiyun saw that they were very skilled in their movements and it was obvious that this was not the first time they had done such a thing.

After grinding the ink, the two picked up a stack of white paper from the table and spread it flat on the table. Then they looked up at the words on the blackboard and began to copy them stroke by stroke.

Although they don't recognize some of these words, it doesn't stop them from imitating.

Jiang Jiyun sat in her seat, her eyes fell on her belongings. She felt a little annoyed because these things were all taken out from the space by her!

I thought it would be useful in the classroom so that all school children would have pens, ink, paper and inkstone, but now I've shot myself in the foot.

Time passed minute by minute. Zhou Xi and Qi Erlong wrote for a while and finally finished writing on the blackboard.

They stopped writing and turned to look at Jiang Jiyun, only to find that she was sitting upright with her eyes closed, as if she was asleep.

When the bell rang, the students got up one after another. Some went to the playground to play, while others stayed in the classroom to chat.

Qi Dalong came over and saw his brother's handwriting. He couldn't help laughing: "What did you write? It's like a worm crawling on it, all over the place. I can't even tell what you wrote!"

In comparison, Zhou Xi's handwriting is much better. Although it is still a bit immature, at least people can clearly see what is written.

Looking at Jiang Jiyun's seat again, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were still there. Obviously, she had not moved them at all. It seemed that she really could not write.

As soon as the get out of class was over, Jiang Jiyun became energetic instantly, as if he had been given an injection of chicken blood.

She couldn't wait to pick up the pen, ink and inkstone and hurried towards the teacher's office.

Jiang Jiyun muttered to himself: "I was given a fountain pen, why do I have to use this limp brush?"

Full of doubts, she quickly walked to the teacher and gently placed the pen, inkstone and inkstone on the table.

After a while, Jiang Jiyun came out of the teacher's office. She returned to the classroom happily. Zhou Xi and the others saw the pen and ink in her hand at a glance.

At noon, after finishing lunch at school and preparing to take a nap, Jiang Jiyun saw his brother rushing over.

He first greeted the teacher politely, then led Jiang Jiyun away.

"Xiao Yun, today is the day for exchanging items. Mr. Zhou said he wants to use that batch of gold for exchange." Jiang Jiyuan lowered his voice and whispered in his sister's ear.

After saying that, his eyes fell on the two round tufts of hair on Jiang Jiyun's head, and he asked curiously, "Didn't your uncle braid your hair today?"

Jiang Jiyun shook his head and replied, "I haven't seen my uncle since I got up, so I braided my hair myself today."

The brother and sister walked in front, and Xiaotian, Xiaowei and others followed behind them and walked towards the village entrance together.

As he walked, Jiang Jiyun's eyes were attracted by a figure in the distance. It was a short-haired woman who was standing under a big elm tree at the entrance of the village, weaving straw sandals with the villagers.

Xiao Wei followed Jiang Jiyun's gaze and saw the woman.

He recognized her and said, "That's the woman who brought the news that we rescued in the mountains the day before yesterday."

Jiang Jiyun nodded and said softly, "I remember her. Her name is Li Heyun."

Jiang Jiyuan also looked over curiously and asked, "Is there anything wrong with her?"

Jiang Jiyun shook her head and said nothing, but she felt a little depressed and uncomfortable in her heart.

She knew that Li Heyun did not look abnormal now, but more than 20 years later, she and several other people would cause a disturbance, in which many innocent people would die.

Jiang Jiyun couldn't help but fall into deep thought. Should he secretly attack her and get rid of her now?

After all, this can avoid future troubles. When she thought that Li Heyun is now also a patriot who is silently contributing to the country, she began to hesitate again.

Jiang Jiyun sighed inwardly, how could he possibly kill an innocent person now?