Nashan Nahe

kill me"

"..." Why not be shocked, thinking that he heard it wrong, staring at Qin Yuan

"Actually, I'm very timid, I dare not shoot myself, please help me," he said, taking out the pistol that he carried with him from the holster around his waist

"Qin Yuan, listen to me...we..." Why didn't you stop and say something?Qin Yuan was right. The big troops fled and died. No one came to rescue them. They couldn't get out at all. They would be prisoners.

"Hehe, I heard the gunshots getting closer and closer. Hurry up, please, there are four bullets in here, and the rest are left to you. If necessary, you can... You are braver than me, you are fine of"

"You..." Why didn't you look up, and someone fell down again. The corpses piled up in front of her made her dizzy, and the gunshots in her ears made her tinnitus

"Qin Yuan..." Why didn't she feel that her voice was trembling, she didn't dare, but she didn't want to

"I want to die on the battlefield, but I can't even climb up now. How can I go to the battlefield? I want to commit suicide, but I don't even have the courage to commit suicide. I'm so useless, what kind of soldier is I? I don't want to be a prisoner. I don't want the last bit of dignity, I will be trampled on, do you want me to be a prisoner?"

"I, I... I don't want to"

"Hurry up if you don't want to, please, don't do it" Qin Yuan almost begged and looked at why not do it

"Qin Yuan, Qin Yuan..." Why didn't you grab his hand and call his name over and over again, she thought of the coward who twisted his body under the tree to catch bugs, she thought of the scholar who wore glasses all day long and liked to talk

"Boom!" This shot, compared to the sound of gunfire outside, is really inaudible, but it will always be engraved in He Buwei's memory!

I took a cloth from the backpack that I usually wash my face, wiped it for Qin Yuan, adjusted his clothes and hat, took off the backpack, why not pick up a submachine gun, she knew they couldn't get out at all, Qin Yuan said She wanted to die on the battlefield, but she couldn't get up, but she could still stand up. Qin Yuan left bullets for her, but why not commit suicide or be a prisoner.

Among the military uniforms, there appeared a Chinese tunic suit, which seemed a little out of place. The flames of the submachine gun kept flickering, and her thin body kept shaking. The corpse under the feet walked into the line of fire without any scruples, as if entering no one's land...

In 1941, from early May to early June, the Battle of Zhongtiaoshan ended with the complete fall of the Zhongtiaoshan base of the Kuomintang defenders.

In the end, hundreds of teenage child soldiers were forced to retreat to the bank of the Yellow River under the fierce pursuit of the Japanese army. Clothes were ragged, they ran out of ammunition and food, and the desperate children shouted that they would not be subjugated slaves, and they all surrendered. the river kills itself...

In the Battle of Zhongtiao Mountain, the national army suffered nearly 4 casualties and 5000 prisoners, while the Japanese army only killed more than [-] people. Chiang Kai-shek and Shi called this battle the largest in the history of the War of Resistance Shame!

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☆, 48

Almost half a year has passed since the Battle of Zhongtiaoshan, and the blood from the Pacific Ocean has flowed to China. Why hasn’t it come back, and I haven’t even sent a letter. I asked my father, and my father said that she went to the rear to continue to follow up and report. I don’t believe it. , this time my father's newspaper office, only went to her alone, if it is true what my father said, then why, I have never seen a photo taken by her, I have heard about the fiasco of Zhongtiao Mountain, I have some Worried, I wrote to my father again and again, even asking him, why not where?

At the end of the year, my father came to Kunming to visit us. In fact, besides visiting us, he came for a more important matter.

"Jiayu" father has been dodging since he saw me, and never looked at me

"Why not?" This is a question I have asked countless times in letters

"You... Jiaqi, take Xiaomao out first"

"Uh...oh" Jiaqi was stunned, hugged Xiaomao from my arms, and walked out

"In the end what happened"

"No, we..." I have never seen my father hesitating like this, and he never told my mother the news of his sister's death.

"Dad, if you have something to say, I can bear it"

"We, we have been searching for more than half a year, but we haven't found her. Qin Yuan also went to Zhongtiao Mountain, but we still haven't found her. Maybe... they all stayed on the battlefield." full of guilt

"...I didn't find it. I didn't find it. It means that I didn't see anyone or a corpse?" I heard the calmness in my voice.

"...Yes" my father seemed surprised by my calmness, looked at me for a while, and said

After saying "Okay", I went out, went to Jiaqina, carried Xiaomao back to the room, sat on the bed, leaning against the window, watched Xiaomao pulling my coat, giggling, I was also caught He was infected and couldn't help laughing out, I'm not afraid!Nor sad!As long as I haven't seen He Buwei's body, I don't believe that she will die. She said that she will come back alive. This is what she promised me a long time ago. She never lied to me, and she will not break her promise!

Since then, I have never asked my father about why not. If there is news, he will definitely tell me. If not, then why not? wait for her...

"mother"

"Well, hehe, good boy, how about some more noodles?"

Speaking of which, Jiaqi spent more time with him than I did, but he always called my mother and referred to Jiaqi as auntie. I don’t know who taught him, but I was happy to hear that Xiaomao is 5 years old, and I am like before. Teach him how to teach younger brothers and sisters, and start teaching him to write and read. His best writing is the words Ling Ping and Why Buwei. If I ask him who Qin Yuan is?He always thinks about it for a long time, and then answers, forgot, so I can only say it again, it's uncle.

In the late autumn of 1944, after nearly five years of hard work, my father finally won Ling Ping’s release and secretly sent her to Kunming. I hugged Xiaomao and waited for her at the door. I can’t even remember how many years I haven’t Seeing her, she has not changed, but she has lost a lot of weight, but the look on her face, the firmness in her eyes, and the smile on her brow are the same as before.When we meet again, there is no excitement of reuniting old friends, more, just an unspeakable bitterness...

"Xiaomao, look who's here?"

"Hehe, do you want to be hugged by auntie?" Ling Ping went into the room to put down her burden, and stretched out her hand to Xiaomao. I was startled, why is it auntie?Isn't it mother?

"Xiaomao, call someone, call mother" I knelt down, touched Xiaomao's head, and guided him

"Hehe, I'm your mother's good friend, um... If you want to call me mother, you can also"

"Hello, Auntie..." Xiaomao thought for a while, called her softly, and threw herself into my arms

"Well, hello" Ling Ping said in a very light tone, she also squatted down, stroked Xiaomao's back, stared at Xiaomao for a while, kissed his cheek deeply, smiled softly, got up and sat in the chair look at him

After dinner, Jiaqi prepared bath water for Lingping. It is the end of autumn. I was afraid she would catch a cold, so I asked her to wash in my room, where it was warmer. Jiaqi was about the same height as her. Give her a clean underwear

"Lingping, this is Jiaqi..." Pushing the door open, she was taking off her shirt with her back facing me. The light in the room was dim, but my eyes and heart were stung. It was full of brand marks, and there were scars of different shades on the shoulders and back. I bit my tongue secretly, walked over with my head down, not daring to see Ling Ping's expression, put down my clothes, and hurried out.

As soon as I closed the door, I was almost at the door. I bit my wrist to prevent myself from crying, but I let the tears I held back just now spread unrestrainedly on my face, neck, and finally fell on my face robe, silently. No interest, as if it had never existed, I thought of what he said after learning of Ling Ping's arrest, where did the Japanese come from, where did the Communist Party come from, where did the Guo Ming Party come from...

"Let Xiaomao sleep with you at night." I carried Xiaomao in, planning to let her sleep with Lingping, and I went to sleep with Jiaqi

"Hehe, I'm afraid it won't work. He's used to sleeping with you. He wants to sleep with me. Don't make me sleepy because of the noise in the middle of the night." How could this be what my mother who hadn't seen for a long time said?This Ling Ping, her style hasn't changed at all.

"Okay, let's sleep together." I put Xiao Mao in the middle, lay on both sides with Ling Ping, and looked at him

"Xiaomao, recite a poem" I said to Xiaomao

"Hmm... from Liyuan to the grass, one year old and one withered, I want to be able to see a thousand miles and make it to a higher level"

"Huh!? What's behind the one-year-old and the one-year-old?" I don't usually teach him like this

"Hehehe, the wild fire is endless, and the spring breeze is blowing again." After he finished speaking, he smiled a little slyly, and he was still rolling around on the bed

"Hehehe, Ling Ping, he's so clever and mischievous, he's very much like you."

"No, you taught me well"

"I teach? Can I teach like this? You see that he made a mistake on purpose just now to tease the two of us, so let me remember that you used to like teasing Qin Yuan too."

"Hahaha, I didn't do that on purpose. He is really easy to bully. If I didn't do it, did I make fun of it? If I give her a worm, maybe she will bring a dead mouse to me "

"Hehehe, how is it possible for her! Come on, Xiaomao, come into bed, don't crawl around anymore" I responded to Ling Ping, got up and grabbed Xiaomao into the bed

That night, we chatted very late, about how happy we were at school before, why didn’t we talk about our days in Beijing, and talk about the past, are you happy?I'm so happy!But looking at the present, we are not happy with our experiences over the years. We can even say that life is worse than death, especially Ling Ping.And why not where?Where is Qin Yuan?But we seem to have made an agreement, no one mentioned the pain, no one mentioned her husband who was still in prison, no one mentioned why Buwei and Qin Yuan's life and death were uncertain, no one mentioned our youth deprived by the war...

A month later, Ling Ping was leaving, and I dared not let her go. I was afraid that she would encounter some danger, but she said that now she just wanted to go to a place where no one knew her, stop participating in any politics, and start anew. Life, but the war is not over, who can give her a chance to start again?

But she finally left without taking Xiaomao away. She said, never let Xiaomao know her mother. I understand that she didn't want this child to know those cruelties. I promised Lingping to teach him how to behave. , read and write, and will only be a scholar in the future, and will never participate in war politics.

Ling Ping told me frankly that she does not have any political beliefs, even if she joined the Communist Party, she never had any. That love that made her not regret it!But what is her love?Who gave it to her?She didn't say it, and I didn't ask, but I'm happy for her from the bottom of my heart. At least, like me, she met a beautiful love!

On July 1945, 7, China, the United States and Britain jointly issued the "Postan Proclamation", urging Japan to accept the "Cairo Declaration" and surrender unconditionally. Northeast is dying.

At the beginning of August, my brother and I and two teachers returned to Tianjin. According to my father’s estimation, the school should be able to move back to Tianjin by the end of August. Not to come back, tell her not to go anywhere, wait for me in Kunming, I will go back from Tianjin soon, when Jiaqi heard my words, she stared at me, nodded vigorously for a long time...

I have been away from here for nearly nine years, and everything has changed beyond recognition, only ruins remain. All the past, things related to me, things that have nothing to do with me, can’t be found, but my favorite is still here, because here is my childhood, here There are my best memories, there are me and why not at first, we arrived in Tianjin on the second day, August 8th, the United States dropped an atomic bomb on Hiroshima, Japan, the shocked world has not yet recovered, three days later , a second atomic bomb was dropped on Nagasaki.

My brothers and I went to the vicinity of Haiguang Temple and found a new school site there, which was also contacted by my father. To make sure that everything was safe, we went there first to have a look. After all, it is not a small project to come back to Tianjin from Yunnan. After properly arranging everything, on the way back, my brother said he was hungry. I saw a pancake stand by the side of the road, so I went to buy pancakes for him.

"Hurry up and eat while it's hot, put on the cushions first, and then invite other people to have dinner together when you get back." But he didn't speak, and he didn't take the pancakes, just thinking about it

"What's wrong? Are you hungry?"

"...don't talk"

"What's wrong?" He made me feel a little nervous

"Sister, after I tell you, don't get excited, and if I'm wrong, don't be disappointed." He turned to face me

"What's the matter?"

"...Look, it's diagonally across the road." I looked to the opposite side, and there were many people holding newspapers, gathered together, and some even cheered loudly

"What's on the other side?" I didn't find anything special, so I asked him again

"No, look over there, look at that person." I looked in the direction he said, and there was a person sitting on the side of the road far away from the crowd, holding a newspaper in one hand and putting the other on his lap. With my head buried, I looked for a long time, my mind was blank, and I walked towards the opposite side unconsciously. When I got closer, I found that my steps became extremely slow. Maybe I was afraid of disappointment. Finally, when I reached the person, I looked down slightly. Looking at her, she was wearing a black Chinese tunic suit, and the top was almost covered with patches, but I felt very familiar, it was like the one my mother made for He Buwei, and looking at her again, I was a little uncertain, and tried to shout

"...No, why not?" I heard my trembling voice, she didn't raise her head, her shoulders kept shaking slightly, as if she was crying

I took a closer look at her side face, still not sure, and then moved my eyes to the newspaper in her hand, on which was Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the overwhelming tragedy, when other people were cheering because of this, she was cry! ?

Whether she was crying for the Japanese or the Chinese, she was only crying for people, only those innocent people who died tragically, only those who had truly experienced cruelty and witnessed cruelty, would have such compassion. I suddenly remembered that at that time My students asked me what would I do if there was a Japanese person standing in front of me right now?I don't know what will happen to me, but I'm a little certain that I will never be able to have compassion beyond hatred like her!

I took a deep breath and looked at her. At this moment, I was sure it was her!It's really her, it's my kind and fearless inaction!I knelt down, raised her head, wiped the unstoppable tears on her face, and looked at her

"No reason... I finally waited for you" She was stunned, looking at me with blurred eyes

"Jiayu, I finally waited for you"

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☆, 49

When I got back to the hotel, everyone else was going downstairs to have dinner. My younger brothers were still in my room, unwilling to leave, talking about this and that to themselves. Actually, I knew that they were the same as me. Too excited, do not speak for nothing, just look at them and laugh.

"Okay, you go to eat first." I packed up my chores and looked at the two of them helplessly.

"Well, okay, what about you and eldest sister?"

"No, what do you want to eat? Do you want them to bring it back?" It's been a long time since I've spoken in the tone of why not. I'm not used to hearing it myself.

"Anything is fine, keep it simple, just bring a pancake." The brothers went out, I closed the door, and sat opposite her, she kept smiling, let me look at her like this

"Where did you go? You didn't contact me?" Speaking of this, I complained a bit

"I, I, I..."

"What is there to say?"

"I, I think, I'm definitely lucky. Many corpses were abandoned in other battlefields in Zhongtiao Mountain. However, we were in Yongji at the time, which borders Shaanxi. The troops entered from Shaanxi and killed me and some other wounded on the battlefield. I took it home, and then sent it to several rear ambulance teams. I was seriously injured by the bombing and lay on the bed for nearly two years before I could get out of the ground. Just like that, I couldn’t go anywhere. I even wrote to Songming, and I never heard Reply, I wrote to Chongqing, but no one replied, I think you may have moved away, last year, I went to Tianjin from Shaanxi, I think you will come back sooner or later, I will wait for you here, and then, that is what you saw That's it..."

"No, no..." I stepped forward and hugged her tightly, stroked her cheek, and murmured her name over and over again

"Hehe, but fortunately, you really came back to Tianjin."

"I knew you would live"

"Yes, I promised you that I will live to see you"

"By the way, no, Ling Ping was released last year." Knowing that she has been thinking about Ling Ping, she quickly told her

"Really! Where is she?"

"She arrived in Yunnan, then, and then left again"

"Gone? Where did you go?"

"I don't know, she said she was going to a place where no one knew her, and started again. She didn't take Xiaomao away, I think, she didn't want the children to know the cruelty." head, whisper

"Cruel? Cruel... Qin Yuan..."

"Qin Yuan, you, did you see him in Zhongtiao Mountain?"

"Not only did I see him, he stayed in Zhongtiao Mountain forever, it was me, I killed him" Why didn't you say it in a low voice

"What? You said..." I was startled, a little uncertain, and asked her again

"I said, I killed Qin Yuan... I, I, we were besieged at the time, he was shot, he couldn't live, he couldn't die, the army was almost wiped out, we, we really had nowhere to go, he didn't I would like to be a prisoner, so, I, I... before he left, I still cared about Ling Ping..."

Her voice was not loud, her tone was calm, as if she was talking about other people's affairs. Although I was surprised and heartbroken, I could understand that we didn't talk anymore, and we didn't want to mention those again. No matter what we went through, we can live now. I can see you again, I am grateful to God, but I also hate fate...

At night, I didn’t take a bath for her. She was a little reluctant and just sat on the bench, unwilling to move. I thought she was tired, so I went up to undress her, but she hid to the side, and ended up getting off the bench. fall

"What's wrong?" I hurried forward to support her, looking at her with some puzzlement

"You, I... I, I'd better do it myself"

"...No reason..." I called her and waited for her with my hands on her collar. After a while, seeing that she had no intention of dodging, I carefully removed her clothes. Under the kerosene lamp, her once clean skin It has long since ceased to exist, replaced by rough and ugly scars, and there is a long knife mark on the front. I know it is left by the operation.

"No, this is..."

"After the spleen was removed, this scar was left. The rest...was caused by shrapnel. It's fine now. The doctor said that you can live for a long time without a spleen." Why not tease the tone

"……………………"

"Uh...Jiayu, you, give me that stool." I came back to my senses, and quickly helped her up the stool that I fell down just now, because she couldn't stand for a long time

"Uh, uh, come on, lift your legs" I cleared my throat and tried to control my emotions, because... not only the upper body, but since I saw her, I found her empty trouser legs and the crutches in hand , she lost her left foot

I stood by the basin and cleaned her body gently, because I was afraid that she would hurt!

When I really saw this incomplete body, I wanted to cry a few times, but I didn't. Why didn't I put my own life and death aside because of the loss of my parents? In the past 23 years, she has grown from a 13-year-old child to a A middle-aged person who is nearly forty years old, for 23 years, she guarded her obsession, suffered several times, she worked hard to be herself, and took care of me carefully. She lost her family, lost her friends, lost her youth, almost lost her life, and lost her mother. There are too many, but I know that she has never regretted it, she has no regrets in the face of why not do it, why not do it in the face of such a fearless and brave person, I have no right to cry, how can I cry!

Biting my lower lip hard, forcing back my tears, I looked back at the patched coat

"No, is that the one you took with you when you left?"

"Huh? ... Oh, yes, how did you recognize it? It's all like that on the top"

"Then I can see it...tomorrow I will go to a tailor and make you a new one, okay?"

"Okay, can this be done?" She raised her right foot, pointed at the somewhat blackened red hair rope on it, and said playfully

"...Yes, let's go to the previous street tomorrow to have a look. If the boss is still there, maybe we can do it, but the premise is that you fight him again." I followed her words and continued, Xiao Why didn't the joke make me laugh non-stop, I saw her laughing happily, I pressed her forehead to her, then lowered my head and wet the towel again.

Where will there be that boss?The boss may be like many people. As early as that year when Tianjin was occupied, he dragged his family out to flee for his life. Why didn’t he get the hair rope back for a broken jaw and [-] cents after I kept it for many years? Tied to He Buwei's feet, it became my helpless sustenance in the uncertainty of life and death...

I first wrote to my father and told him that Buwei and I met again in Tianjin. As for Qin Yuan, I didn’t tell anyone about it. Talking too much would only make people sad. I took Buwei to find a tailor shop. , measured her size, and ordered some new clothes. Now Tianjin is much more peaceful. We went back to the small alley where it used to be. , lying quietly in the afterglow of the evening, telling its misfortune and unyielding, why not leaning on a cane in one hand and holding me in the other...

"After I returned to Tianjin, I went to many places we used to go, but I couldn't find them all."

"Hey, it's normal if we can't find it. Isn't the purpose of the Japanese just to destroy our home?"

"I think they can't hold on for a few days."

"Go back? You've been walking for so long" I don't want to continue this topic, I see why you are walking on crutches, and you seem a little tired

"okay"

in a few days

On August 1945, 8, on a small radio, Emperor Hirohito issued the "End War Edict", announcing to the world that Japan surrendered unconditionally. Since September 15th, we have gone through 14 years of resistance and 20 battles. At the cost of more than 5000 million people, we won the final victory!As Mr. Jiang said, the truth that "justice must prevail over power" has finally been proved by him!

Mr. Jiang excitedly delivered a speech on the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, "Although we have suffered unspeakably cruelty and oppression, we believe that all of us will never care about the size of the price and the harvest sooner or later... We have always said that only Recognize Japan's militaristic warlords as enemies, not the Japanese people as enemies, we do not want revenge, let alone insult the innocent people of the enemy country... I invite people from allies all over the world, as well as my compatriots all over the country! Believe in our armed forces The peace obtained is not necessarily the complete realization of a permanent peace, until our enemies are conquered by us on the battlefield of reason, so that they can completely repent..."

For many years to come, whenever I think of this hard-won victory with countless blood and tears, whenever I think of the loyalty, benevolence, greatness and perseverance of the Chinese people, whenever I think of the people who are still able to forgive sins after enduring such cruelty and humiliation. Noble character, even though I am already in a foreign land, I still can't help but burst into tears...

On September 9rd, the national government ordered the whole country to celebrate, with a one-day holiday and three-day flag hanging. Everyone rushed to the street like crazy. A few teachers and their brothers rushed into the crowd, laughing, shouting, and crying. I followed Don't watch everything silently, look at each other and smile, you should laugh, you should cry, everything is over!

"Qin Yuan, Ling Ping, mother, can they all see it?"

"Yes, of course I can"

In the past few days and nights, He Buwei and I have been talking to each other, and we often fell asleep hugging each other when we chatted late, but tonight, I went to bed early, removed my clothes, and faced her naked, holding Why Buwei On me, seeing me being so active, she was stunned for a moment, and then she understood, and approached my lips tremblingly.

"Jiayu..." She bit my tongue and called my name

"Well... no, it's all over..."

"Jiayu, there is no country to hate family feuds, no country to hate family feuds, from now on, only you and me." Her tone was stubborn and choked

"Yes, I'm with you! Don't talk, you want me!"

I can feel the warmth and longing in her palm, her urgency and tension, and her pity for me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and stroked her. She bowed her head, kissed my neck lightly, stroked my shoulders, brought me an irresistible numbness, and a sigh of relief lingered in her ears unstoppably, this night, I no longer suppressed myself, I can't help but keep giving her, this is our celebration, carnival, and relief after all the suffering is over!

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Hong Kong in 1952

"Xiaomao, your handwriting is so ugly."

"I, I, my handwriting is not bad. There are many people in our class, and my handwriting is not as good as mine."

"You don't compare yourself to those who are stronger than you"

"My mother's handwriting is better than yours, why don't you compare?"

"me……"

"Haha, what am I, I just said it"

I was drying the clothes outside the house, why didn't I quarrel with Xiaomao for every sentence, um... It seems that Xiaomao won again this time?

"Hehe, the two of you took a very short time this time, and the battle ended in a few words?"

"Ahem, I still have a manuscript to finish, I just don't want to waste time"

"Really? And Xiaomao, you need to practice your handwriting. It's just that you can't write well with a brush, and you can also write with a pen like this?"

"me……"

"Haha, what am I, I just said it"

"...No reason" I looked at her helplessly

"Okay, let's go upstairs and practice calligraphy."

Xiaomao pouted, looking at why not and at me, reluctantly went upstairs with the book.

"Hahaha……"

"Are you still laughing? Didn't you finish the manuscript? You won't go up?"

"Me? I write here, and I can watch you anytime"

"Who wants you to see?" I said, turned and went outside the house

"Jiayu, you said it's been so many years, you still feel embarrassed?" Turning around, why didn't you chase him into the yard?

"what?"

"Yeah, you'll blush with embarrassment."

"...Don't talk nonsense, write a manuscript"

"Hahahahaha"

After the school moved back to Tianjin, the cooperation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party broke down, the Japanese left, and the civil war started again. Why not say it, I also know that she, like everyone else, has had enough of war, let alone participate in her own war.I told my father that wanting to leave the mainland with not wanting to, my father understood what was going on in not doing so, so he didn't object.

Buwei and I came to Hong Kong with Xiaomao. Because of the help of my father and friends, we are not considered smuggled immigrants. We can stay here with peace of mind. At first, because of the language barrier, it was difficult, but there is no unparalleled road. I got a job in a middle school, not to take care of Xiaomao at home, and occasionally write articles for others, which can be regarded as supplementing the family. Introduced by an acquaintance, I went to work as an editor in a newspaper office. The editor had to go to the scene from time to time, but her feet were inconvenient after all. I saved my salary for more than half a year, and finally fitted her with prosthetics. After two of the prosthetics broke, she His left foot has been practiced and he can walk like a normal person.

Now that she is the editor-in-chief, the conditions at home have been greatly improved. We moved to a larger house in Fortress Hill, North Point. Apart from the quietness, the main reason for moving here is that it is convenient not to go to work, and I am afraid that she will have to walk too much.

In Hong Kong in the 50s, everyone was pursuing movie stars and fashionable clothes. Mainlanders like us who came from the flames of war and exuded mainland patriotism were scary in the eyes of the locals. In the late 40s, In the early 50s, countless immigrants from the mainland flooded into Hong Kong. The population of Hong Kong increased dramatically, and the law and order were chaotic. The outbreak of the North Korea-Korean War, the United Nations announced an embargo on mainland China, which caused Hong Kong's economy to suffer. Let the degree be tight, and then the economy regressed, and it became even more extravagant to let the children of the poor go to school.

Why not use the newspaper to raise funds quietly. Many capitalists from the mainland donated generously. We raised funds to start a school together, and later built a primary school. Go back to my father’s path, but besides being grateful to those philanthropists who are willing to fund the construction of the school, what’s more, why not do it, whenever I go shopping with her, or pass by a second-floor rooftop, I see those Children who attend class in the open air, or learn to read by a vegetable stand, often have heartaches with an old newspaper. She can always comfort me with practical actions!

"Hmm...Jiayu, are you not going to school today?"

"Are you not going to work today?"

"Today is Saturday, what are you going to... oh, Saturday, hehehe"

"Hehehe what? In the afternoon, I invite the students to come to my house for dinner, and you have to cook for me"

"Okay, don't talk about cooking, you can do everything for me"

"That's not okay, if you stand for a long time, your feet will hurt"

"I'm not a little girl, I'm not that delicate"

"It's not a little girl, what is it?" I took a book and sat on the sofa by the balcony window, looking at her leisurely. I don't know when I started to like to tease her more and more, um... It feels like the two of us The other way around?

"I, I, I am... By the way, where is Xiaomao?" Why not change the subject at the right time

"You forgot to go to piano lessons"

"Oh, hey... I don't know what's going on over there, what's going on with Ling Ping, what's going on with Jiaqi and the others, and what's going on with Teacher Han and the others?"

Why not for a sudden sentence, speaking to my heart, Sanya, who I took in, graduated from university, became a painter, and traveled around. She is so chic, but she really looks like a little girl. Why not, my brother-in-law did not want to join the civil war after the war , resigned from all positions, and took Jiaqi to a small town in the south to live in seclusion. His father and two younger brothers retreated to Taiwan with the government. According to his father, Lingping's husband has not been released. , died in the massacre in Zhazidong, Chongqing, and as for Lingping... there is no news...

"It should be fine."

"Well, I hope...Jiayu, I'm a little sleepy" He Buwei said, pillowing on my lap

"Hehe, are you acting like a baby again? Then let me tell you a story. The sun is just right at this moment. You can sleep for a while"

"Huh? Telling stories, didn't I always tell you stories before, and you recite poems for me?"

"After that, didn't you recite poems every day?"

"Well, that's because I know, you like it"

"Yes, you like it"

"Hehe... well, tell me"

"If someone loves a unique flower that blooms in the vast sea of ​​stars, then when he looks up at the stars, he will be satisfied. He will tell himself: "My beloved flower is there, in that distant star on the stars. "But if the sheep eats the flowers, all starlight will be dimmed for him for a moment! And you think it doesn't matter!"

He broke down in sobs suddenly, unable to speak any more.

As night falls, darkness comes.I put down my tools, hammers, screws, hunger and death, all of which no longer mattered to me.Because on Earth, on my planet, there is a little prince who needs comfort, and I hold him in my arms..."

I lowered my head to look in vain, and there was already a slight snoring sound. After a while, I was still chanting words. I bent down, frowned, and after listening for a long time, I finally heard clearly.

"go Go