Not seeing Qingsheng

On August 1945, 8, a letter of surrender in Kunyomi style was read aloud by the high-ranking emperor on the radio: "It is not my original intention to reject the sovereignty of other countries and violate the territory. However, the war has been read for four years. Notwithstanding the bravery of our land and sea generals, the courage of my hundreds of officials, and my 15 million people?"

Even if he surrendered, he did not say a word about admitting his mistakes and admitting defeat.

But this couldn't stop the Rising Sun Banner painted with sixteen blood-red rays of light from finally falling completely on Kyushu Shenlong, and the three sixteen-petal chrysanthemums finally bloomed and failed under the light of the new flames.For a time, the world celebrated together, and countless blood and tears were buried in the dust of history, and were run over heavily by a new round of flower-streaked wheels.

Xu Pingsheng sat in the small yard watching the flowers every day, and he was very relieved to hear the good news from the radio occasionally.A nation that has not been defeated, even if it has been scarred, has survived the catastrophe and is radiant after all.

Recently, there was another piece of news brought by Fu Yuanshan.But he avoided Xu Pingsheng, discussed with Du Yunqing for a while, and then came in hesitantly, and told him about this important matter.

It turned out that countless people were killed or injured in Nanjing after that catastrophe, and few people like them escaped.After the victory of the war, Nanjing will be rebuilt. At that time, Du Yunqing will return to Nanjing to participate in the reconstruction after this huge disaster, help restore some materials and provide detailed records of this massacre.

Physically and mentally, this is not an easy job.

Xu Pingsheng knew that he chose to give up the city to protect himself when he was in a desperate situation.For a soldier, this is a great torment in his heart.It takes a lot of courage to pick apart the scars and separate the burnt flesh.If it weren't for the injury in the bone, how could it make people unable to get up in pain.

The two agreed to separate briefly, one in Nanjing and the other in Peiping.

In September 1945, the other party formally signed the letter of surrender.In February of the following year, the military tribunal for the trial of war crimes in Nanjing was formally established, and the principal criminal was sentenced.

This year is exactly nine years from 1937.It is enough for a child to go from breastfeeding to learning poetry, but I don't know if it is enough for 30 people on the river.

I also heard that the officer who carried him and threw him into the rebellious army was returned to the country with no crime because he was of noble blood?

After the war, journalists from other countries heard that Xu Pingsheng, a famous actress from Peking, had been to Nanjing that year, witnessed the massacre with his own eyes and survived.So I came to Peiping and asked him to accept the reporter's interview as a victim.

Xu Pingsheng hesitated again and again, and finally made up his mind one afternoon to leave his voice in this interview.

The female reporter was from another country that was a victim of the war, but apparently things were much better there.She was wearing a gauze skirt and sitting in a bright position, holding a camera, paper and pen in her hand, and took many photos of Xu Pingsheng, admiring the beauty of the famous actress.

Obviously, her Chinese is not very good, so it took a long time to ask the questions she had prepared in advance: "Mr. Xu, can you describe to me the whole process you saw during this war?"

Xu Pingsheng nodded, and said slowly in a hoarse voice: "A friend of mine was working in Nanjing. At that time, I heard that something happened in Nanjing, and I was worried about his safety, so I came to Nanjing alone. In the end, my friend and I were both arrested. A bunch of Japanese caught, uh, sorry, even though the war is over, I still consider them the enemy."

"It's very understandable, it's natural, please continue." Xu Pingsheng said, and she quickly took notes with a pen.

"Thank you. At that time, Nanjing was bombed once, and the train station was bombed on the day I came. I escaped by hiding in a carriage, but I saw many people were blown to the sky. If . . . if my friends hadn't come to me, I'd probably have died there too."

He paused at this point, as if he didn't know where to continue, and took a sip of tea nervously.

The reporter also stopped writing, and directed him to continue recalling: "Mr. Xu said that your friend and you have been locked up. May I ask if you and your friend have suffered any abuse or torture?"

Xu Pingsheng frowned, revealing a bit of pain indistinctly.The reporter quickly caught this and continued to ask: "Have you ever been beaten by Japanese officers and soldiers?"

"It doesn't count as a beating..."

The reporter knows that many victims will choose to cover up the fact that they have been abused in order to protect their self-esteem.All she has to do is to help the poor gentleman remember the past and "release".

She stared straight into Xu Pingsheng's eyes and remained silent for a long time.Xu Pingsheng said intermittently: "I was ... I was ... I was ... I was twisted by them, my arm was broken, and my throat was burned."

She lowered her head and wrote, and continued to ask: "Is there any more? Sorry, we must be real enough. If you escaped, you must have suffered more painful torture."

More painful, torture?

Xu Pingsheng finally closed his eyes unbearably, lowered his head slowly, pulled his hair like a trapped animal, and let out a hoarse choking sound in his throat, "Still...have been passed by them... "

The reporter raised his head in surprise, then lowered his head to record with inexplicable eyes.He seemed to be very curious and asked: "Mr. Xu is saying... that he was raped by them?"

"Yes……"

He raised his head, seemed to have calmed down a bit, and gently stroked the warm teacup in an attempt to distract himself.

"How many are there?"

"I can't remember clearly, about four or five..."

"Were you stunned at the time?"

"It's sober..."

The reporter got so much information that he couldn't fit it on a piece of paper, so he typed a draft on a new piece of paper.

"How did you feel then?"

Xu Pingsheng was slightly angry, but he still asked with a stiff smile: "It feels... huh... You asked a victim how he felt at that time... Do you expect me to say yes?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Xu, I didn't mean that... I'm very sorry. I just want to interview you as a victim about this war."

"Thoughts, I was thinking at that time... not only then, but also now. Fortunately, my wife passed away early, and I have never seen many ghosts and snakes in this world."

"What do you think about the insistence by many Japanese that this massacre did not exist?"

"The most ridiculous thing in this sentence is that we have been massacred, and we still need the Japanese to prove it."

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After the interview, Xu Pingsheng returned home and cleaned up and down the house. He stroked the things left by Ah Yan, took out the box under the bed again, and used a needle that had not been sterilized. Another vial was injected.Holding the silk scroll tremblingly in his hands, he picked up a pen and wrote a sentence on the back:

"The two should be the same after the desolate farewell, but the most unbearable is the resentment of Yue Mingzhong."

I heard that the name of this thing is the Greek Oneiroi, and the longer the time, the more toxic it becomes, and the less effective the analgesic is, but there is actually nothing to hurt about it...