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On May 1939, 5, it was a rare sunny day. For Chongqing people who had been shrouded in fog, the bright sunshine seemed to shine into their hearts. Looking for friends, children who like games gather together early in the morning, and the sound of laughter echoes in the moss-covered alleys.

In the Jing family's Nanshan villa, Zhou Mei had just had breakfast and put on an extremely gorgeous makeup. When she finished tidying up everything, she stood on the slow platform on the third floor and looked around. Many people who came out for spring They all run across the grass.

She curled her mouth, seeing that the weather was so good, she put down the bag in her hand, and prepared to stay at home and accompany Xiao Ruicheng well.

Jing Junming, who was playing with the birds in the garden, saw that his most precious yellow-and-green thrush did not like the ration this time. He first scolded the waiter who bought the bird food, A Ming, bloody. Then I dressed myself, picked up the pine wooden crutches, and prepared to go to Ciqikou in person, taking a detour along the way. You must know that they have lived in Nanshan for several months and have never been to the city. For Jing Junming, he was really panicked. Mrs. Jing was worried that he would be inconvenient, so she told Amin to go with him, go early and return early, just in case.

The courtyard house where Xizibai lives is very close to Ciqikou. There is a street dedicated to flowers, birds and fish markets. There are many things that children are interested in. Like many people, she had breakfast with Jian Rong and Shishi early in the morning. I decided to take them to the market, and then go to eat the food of the century-old restaurant. No one knew that at Wuhan W Airport, hundreds of kilometers away, 106 Japanese bombers took off as early as dawn and headed towards Chongqing. , came in a mighty way.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, Jing's phone rang. After the waiter A Dong picked it up, he went to call Zhou Mei, who was playing with Rui Cheng in the garden, to answer it. Zhou Mei thought it was Li Boshu who called, and she rarely Being able to spend time alone with Ruicheng, thinking of those things, I was not in a hurry to make a decision at this moment, so I ignored it. Who knew that after Ah Dong hung up the phone according to her reply, the phone rang again, and Jing Luo's voice was sharp. In a hurry, Ah Dong sensed the seriousness of the situation and hurried to get Zhou Mei to answer the phone.

"Hey, sister-in-law!"

"What's wrong, Xiaoluo"

"Hurry up and arrange for your parents and Ruicheng to go to the air-raid shelter and prepare everything well. There is news from the Air Force Command that more than 100 planes have come from Wuhan. The Japanese are serious this time!"

"..." Zhou Mei stood on the spot, suddenly feeling cold all over.

"Hey! Hey! Can you hear me, sister-in-law, the police station is about to sound the alarm, hello!"

"Woo~~~"

Zhou Mei was still holding the phone in one hand, but with the other ear, she could already hear the ear-piercing siren. She was at a high place, and through the glass window, she seemed to be able to see the expressions of the people in the distance changing from smiles to panic. , and then fled around.

"Xiao Luo, old man... went to the city, it seems to go to Ciqikou to buy bird food" Zhou Mei's voice was trembling, she didn't want to hide it from Xiao Luo, because at this time, only Jing Luo can arrange people to go to Ciqi It depends on whether the person is willing or not, because human nature is selfish. At this time, the first thing people think about is to protect themselves. Even if it is the order of the heavenly king and Laozi, it will not work.

"what?!!"

A few miles away at Ciqikou, Xizi Bai is holding Shishi by the hand, squatting on the ground, stroking a little tabby cat huddled in a basket. Shi was so happy that she handed over the candy figurine she had just made in her hand, trying to share the delicious food with this little cat. Jian Rong smiled and pulled back Shishi's hand, telling her softly, "kittens don't eat candy. Yep, eat only little mice"

"Does the big cat just eat the big mouse?" Shishi raised her face and asked.

"Poetry is so smart"

And not far away from them, Jing Junming was wearing a black long gown, his gray hair was combed very neatly, with his hands behind his back, he was walking around the market with great interest, sometimes mingling with a group of elderly people , patiently selecting the best corn grains, seeing the long-lost birds, his smile became a little more comfortable, and from time to time, he also exchanged the fun of raising birds with those ordinary people, Amin tightly followed behind Jing Junming, paying the bill all the way, looking bored.

"Woo~~~~" The ear-piercing siren resounded through the entire street, the noisy crowd, there was such a moment of silence, everyone looked in the direction of Pipa Mountain blankly, and saw the red lanterns , has been hung high.

The flow of people was slowly flowing along the market, but it became chaotic and congested in the blink of an eye, mixed with a lot of shouting and scolding. The food stalls that were still queuing up just now have been overwhelmed, and all kinds of food have been spilled. All over the place, those shiny sugar figures were mercilessly trampled into pieces, sticking to the soles of many strangers' feet.

Actor Bai has not dealt with this situation once or twice. She held Shishi in her arms with one hand, and Jian Rong with the other, and calmly leaned her back against the wall. The flow of people passes first. In fact, the alarm is often sounded in advance. According to past experience, the plane does not come so fast. It is just that when facing a disaster, human nature will make some instinctive reactions in order to save their lives. Come more disasters, there will always be some innocent people who will die at the feet of their compatriots.

Bai Yuan and Jian Rong held hands tightly, they had a tacit understanding and didn't speak, just silently waiting for the flow of people to pass by, Bai Yuan put her chin on Shishi's forehead, trying to let Shishi in her arms relieve her inner fear , her slender eyes quietly surveyed the chaotic world, and when she saw that there was a person waiting like her under the opposite eaves, she couldn't help being taken aback.

Jing Junming's gray hair was messed up, and the crutch in his hand had been lost for a long time. He opened his arms and carefully pressed against the wall. His fingers sank into the cracks of the brick wall, and he should have followed him. Amin beside him has long since disappeared.

When the flow of people finally started to loosen, Bai Yuan put Shishi in Jian Rong's arms, and rushed to Jing Junming, holding him with weak legs, and said in disbelief, "Mr. Jing, why did you come here? Come, come with me!"

As soon as these words were said, there was a loud buzzing sound above the heads of several people, from far to near, and then there was a rumbling sound from a distance, accompanied by the vibration of the soles of their feet.

Although the crutches are lost, fortunately the glasses are still there. This is the first time Jing Junming has encountered this kind of scene. Even if he has lived for most of his life, he will inevitably be terrified. His palms and forehead are covered with cold sweat. Ren Baiyuan clamped his arms and followed closely. behind her.

Bai Yuan held Jing Junming in one hand and Jian Rong in the other. During this period, bombs from the Japanese army fell on the nearby blocks from time to time. The ground shook and the mountains shook. Jing Junming fell to the ground several times, and all the pedestrians around were running for their lives, but no one was there. Stopping, Xie Zibai took the trouble to help him up again and again, but he was old after all, after tossing a few times, he couldn't even stand still, Xie Zibai finally simply carried him on his back.

The mountain roads in Chongqing were undulating and difficult to walk. Xizi Bai was panting heavily and struggling to walk. She stopped and stopped for 200 minutes on the 10-meter journey, until the street was empty and only Jian Rong was holding her big hand. The crying Shishi was by her side, Jing Junming persuaded the actor Bai to give up and save herself, but she gritted her teeth and just kept moving forward without saying a word.

When they finally arrived at the door of the No. [-] air-raid shelter, the guards at the door quickly brought in a few people and began to check the passes. Bai Yuan put down Jing Junming, soaked in sweat. After Jian Rong and Shi Shi entered the cave, She immediately stuffed the passport in her arms to Jing Junming.

Jing Junming was stunned, his face was full of smoke and dust, although he looked embarrassed, his wrinkled hands immediately pushed back, "This can't be done!"

"Old man, you go in quickly, I'll just go to the new registration." The actor Bai pointed to the long queue at the side, with a smile on his face, "It's okay, I have money, but it's just a little troublesome."

In the early years, that woman was in full bloom, with an enviable good voice, she sang very well, and was always well-received, but she was riddled with scandals, absurd things never stopped, and rumors spread everywhere. Jing Junming has always strongly opposed it. Jing Luo hangs out with the actor Bai Si, and whenever the actor Bai sends Jing Luo back at night, although it is kind, Jing Junming never gives her a good face, and once he simply let the dog out and chased her. Shouting, but now, she has no hatred for the humiliation of the past, as if those things never happened, and she is still willing to help each other in life and death.

Jing Junming looked at Bai Yuan's silhouette from a distance, feeling emotional in his heart.This is the first time he took refuge in an ordinary air-raid shelter. Unexpectedly, the environment here is so unbearable. Not to mention the hot temperature, there is an indescribable smell in the air, which makes people feel a little suffocating. He looked around and sat on the ground. The refugees, seeing that they had already used the ground as a bed, simply lay down and closed their eyes to rest, and could not help but curl up their legs that were no longer functioning, so as not to disturb them.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Bai Yuan finally got a new pass. She carefully searched for a place to stay in the crowd, and finally moved to their side. She squatted down and saw that Shishi was already fast asleep in Jian Rong's arms. , sighed, "This time it was too sudden, I didn't bring dry food, maybe I'm going to starve again, fortunately I just bought a bag of sugar for Shishi"

"Are you okay, does it hurt?" Jian Rong held Shishi in her arms, looking at the opera singer Bailu's leg at the slit of the cheongsam with some distress, where a cut was made at some point, and the blood that flowed out had already solidified, covering her body on the legs.

"It's sweet in my mouth, so I don't remember the pain." The actor threw a piece of candy into his mouth with a white smile, and then handed out another piece to Jing Junming, who was quietly watching her, "Mr. I don't know when I can go out"

Jing Junming took it with his hand and nodded his thanks. He stared at Shishi's sleeping face, and there was a kindness in his eyes that he didn't often show, "How old is it?"

"Five years old." Bai Yuan pinched Shishi's pigtail.

"It's so fast, by the end of the year, Rui Cheng and Dodo will be five years old"

Ruicheng needless to say, who Dodo is, Bai Yuan also knows in her heart that Jing Luo's daughter is named Pandora. When Dodo just turned three years old, Mayor Pan became the commander-in-chief of the 28th Army of the Sichuan Army. Going to the front line to fight against the enemy, Dodo lived in the Pan family most of the time, and returned to the Jing family about once a month, because most of the time the elders of the Jing family were taking care of Ruicheng, and they rarely saw their granddaughter, so Jing Junming treated Dodo very well. It is love.

This time he was in trouble and lost contact with his family, and he didn't know what was going on with the Jing family, whether it was a mess.

From May 1939rd to 5th, 3, the Japanese army bombed Chongqing for two days. The planes dropped not only bombs, but also bombs and gas bombs. The whole Chongqing was engulfed in flames. The commercial street in the city center Almost all of the city and Financial Street were destroyed, and the lives of thousands of compatriots fell in the smoke. How many people changed their lives overnight.

When the alarm was lifted, people in the air-raid shelter came out one after another. They looked at the devastated homeland, and there was still hope on their faces, but more, it was the disappointment brought about by hope, knowing that there was no home in the ruins. , But they still walked towards the raging fire in a daze, thinking that there was still a roof to shelter from the rain and a bed to sleep peacefully.

In the evening, accompanied by Li Boshu, Zhou Mei walked to the unrecognizable area of ​​Datong Street. In front of the false door, Zhou Mei looked at the ruined walls that were still faintly emitting fireworks, his face was like stagnant water.

Not far away is the Salt Bank she runs. The fire brigade is giving priority to dealing with the fire on Financial Street. Although it is a street away, they can still feel the scorching heat. Zhou Mei didn't go to her to see the expensive Fortune Empire, on the contrary, just launched a daze in front of the clothing store that she started with her own hands.

She walked a few steps, identifying everything in the ruins, and finally found the iron bed that had accompanied her through many nights. She dusted the sand on it with her hands, and sat on it lightly, seeing her feet A few sheets of paper were scattered, and she bent down to pick up one. It turned out that it was a flyer dropped by the Japanese from the plane. On the flyer was a picture of a coffin, and behind the coffin were countless Chinese people. Waiting in line to walk into the coffin.

Zhou Mei bit her lower lip. She kneaded the leaflet into a ball and held it tightly, her nails involuntarily sinking into her palm.

For some people, history is a matter of the previous generation, but for others, history is a matter of generations.