Not seeing Qingsheng

In August, the south wind blew past, disturbing the mood of Xu Pingsheng's thrush.But it doesn't matter if the eyebrows are blurred, because he is not the one who puts on the makeup and performs.He was just instructing newcomers.

This year he has basically stopped performing on stage, and theater owners often lamented that it was a pity that he sealed the box and refused to sing at a young age.

Xu Pingsheng didn't know what a pity there was.In the past, the church sang one after another, all the stories were sung by others, and all the ones shed were their own blood and tears.Going around, the make-up on the head and face was removed, and what appeared was just an ordinary face.

Only occasionally I still think of the life mentioned in Du Yunqing's letter, "Before the war officially started, Nanjing was still a place of extreme romance and joy. Find a small building the size of a birdcage, read newspapers, and listen to music. Buy wine when there is no curfew, and get drunk at night."

Today, the war has been fought for seven years. I wonder if such a life still exists?

These years, he and Du Yunqing still have some correspondence, but they have never met in person.

He told Du Yunqing that he had given up all morphine.

This surprised Du Yunqing, and he thought in a daze, maybe he let go of the past in his life.

He thinks that his feelings are hidden in a tight way, even if he has an impulsive act, he can cover it up.Besides, if he really showed his flaws, Xu Pingsheng would definitely run away immediately and never have any contact with him.

Grinding bricks into mirrors, accumulating snow into food, how many years have you been lost?

When he was young, he loved the noble concubine on the stage and the peerless youth, so he could not shy away from entanglement.But now I keep asking myself, is this friend named Xu Chuan really just a friend?

As Du Yunqing said, the winter in Nanjing comes late, and it is unbelievably warmer than that in the north.When he came to Nanjing, Xu Pingsheng did not inform Du Yunqing, but let Fu Yuanshan, who had eyes open to the sky, report clearly.Fu Yuanshan was a man who had the talent to go to the front and lead troops to fight, but he was willing to be an adjutant in Nanjing City, focusing his eyes on trivial matters.

Xu Ping seldom had direct contact with Fu Yuanshan in his life, and only met once a few years ago on the night when the opium dealers were caught.This side is disgraceful anyway, so it's extra embarrassing.

Du Yunqing was not happy when he heard the news of Xu Pingsheng's arrival, it's no wonder he was there.Although it is still difficult to let go of this matter that has worn him down for many years, he has pretended for a while, to tear his face apart to see if it is a human or a ghost, and then scold him "disgusting" after watching it, which really makes him feel embarrassed.Moreover, the current situation is turbulent. It is only a matter of time before he goes to the front line. After he goes to the front line, he does not know whether he will survive or not, so how dare he be distracted by other things?

Before he had time to meet Xu Chuan, he hurriedly made more than a dozen phone calls to arrange control of the station.

The superiors did not approve of this matter, probably because they were worried that some bad people would take advantage of the chaos and flee to the train to make trouble.But Du Yunqing was afraid, he was afraid that the trouble would come from his own hands.I'm afraid that just because I don't want to take this responsibility, I will kill those who can escape.

Nanjing has already been bombed countless times "indiscriminately".Chaos is rampant, and one day, arms will be fired on him.When Du Yunqing came at this time, it was as if another heavy lock had been placed on his scorched bones.

As soon as Xu Pingsheng landed on the ground, he seemed to smell the moist smell of blood in the air, faintly making him sick.He knew that it was not suitable for him to come here, but he was also afraid that he would never see his best friend again.

Praying for him in Peiping, after all, I felt uneasy.This encounter, as long as the gods opened their eyes and saw it, they would also be sad.

But he didn't see Du Yunqing, the only message Fu Yuanshan sent him from guarding the train station was: Stay here, don't move.

Maybe there is peace only under the wind and snow, and now there is only bitter cold. After all, it is this year.

In 1937, it snowed again in Nanjing, but the white forest was no longer moving.

Because the onyx is cut open, it is full of blood and bones.