No.30 eighth grade

In 1936, Wuzhen.

It was a scene just after it rained, and there were breathable fish on the water. Unfortunately, the sun had not yet shown its face, but it was still shrouded in a gray mist. It was just past the early hour, and some hardworking women had already got up to work on the water. Smoke rose from the kitchen stove, and the roofs of every household were blue.

Qiutong has lived here for nearly nine years, and she is familiar with the air and land here. She is still the same as the former eldest lady. Although her clothes are ordinary, it is still unusual to look at. , she always dreamed of the disaster from time to time, and woke up in a cold sweat, followed by heart palpitations and grief all night long.

She was lucky enough to survive and settled here again. Thinking of the tragic death of her parents and Huaan, she was filled with guilt and guilt. She should not have gone to the house of her girlfriend, Miss Zhang, Zhang Zhilin that night. Look for her, he is such a good person, God will not let him die, he should have survived.At that time, she boarded the only boat to escape. She was really despicable at that moment. She didn't turn back to find him, but just indifferently followed Zhang's family in the car that left her. Years of delicate life made her dignified on the surface , the dark selfishness in her heart, she was sincere when she talked to An, and she did think that she would fall in love with him, but she couldn't be sure in the end, she was also a product of feudalism.

Time is about to grind her clean, the war intensifies, and Wuzhen is only a moment of peace, always living in fear, she is afraid that people will know her past, know that she escaped alone without caring about her parents and friends, she even dare not Looking in the mirror, she dare not look at her face, she will think of the past.

A wrinkled letter came, without any words written on it, and she was suddenly dizzy with a sense of who sent it.A few days later, the old man came,

The face was thin, with too sharp edges and corners, but the longevity lock and the yellowed and worn handkerchief in her hand made her terrified. She was talking about the past on the bridge, and the secrets were peeled away bit by bit. At that time, Nanjing was a sea of ​​blood. He said that he finally found the bodies of her parents, and they were buried in Xiling one month later. She tentatively asked him what happened to that person.He paused, I asked, but no one has seen him, he is probably dead, maybe he also escaped.The last sentence was said very lightly, like wind and smoke passing by.

There was a sudden heavy rain at night, and the sound of rumbling rain was heard outside the wooden window. She was lying on her side without saying a word, and there was an exquisitely made box beside the bed, holding the crumpled letter.The sky was about to split in a dark blue, and there was a lone boat floating on the water, shaking around by the rain. She was soaked and walked into the depths of the water.

The house could not withstand it, and one side collapsed in the rain, and a box fell from the gap in the wood. It was half-open, and ash poured out.

"I'll find that actor for you. Now there's a lot of killings going on, and letters sent and received are strictly checked. If you're alive, you'll write a word. If you're dead, you'll have no words."