Chapter 25 twenty four

Before you know it, more than half of spring has passed.Munich in May is immersed in the warm breeze, like a happy newlywed woman, with the spring in the corners of her eyes and brows. The English park was once again bright green. The dead trees in winter gave out thick shade, and the tall grass on the lawn grew thick and long. Stepping on it was like stepping on soft clouds.The children were running and releasing paper kites on it again, and the young mothers rolled out their babies’ cars, sat on the mahogany benches by the lawn, and knit quickly, as if they were anxious to weave all their love into it. .

The Yisha River has a slender body like a belt, rushing with turbulent spring water, and there are boys and girls boating on the lake.Wild ducks and whooper swans wander leisurely in the lake.The eyes are full of spring, it is such a gentle, peaceful, beautiful spring, and it is such an intoxicating spring. People are laughing, enjoying the spring, enjoying life, and carefree laughter will come from every corner. Jiang Xiaofeng took Zhiyun's hand and walked slowly on the soft green lawn.Their young lives are welcoming, and they are also welcoming that with the coming of spring, every day seems to be troubled day by day.

They shook hands, tightly.But the two of them knew very clearly that their hearts were not as tight as before. Since Jiang Xiaofeng was attacked at the meeting to defend the Diaoyutai, and Tang Baobao committed suicide because he refused to return to China, the shadow that had been hidden between them has obviously expanded.The two often argue, go back?stay?It has become a difficult problem that can never be debated and never solved. Recently, Chinese students held two meetings to protect the Diaoyu Islands. Jiang Xiaofeng and Zhiyun did not attend. As a result, many people attacked them, saying that they did not care about state affairs, especially Jiang Xiaofeng, who was ridiculed as: selling plasters is theoretical The best athlete, the polio patient in action, the dreamer who hangs out with his beautiful girlfriend all day.

Zhiyun once suggested: Let's go to a meeting!Everyone goes, but if we don't go, we will appear belatedly insensitive, and of course others will attack. Jiang Xiaofeng shook his head stubbornly and said: No, I won't go, I think this kind of meeting has turned into a quarrel, what's the use of just cursing?What's more, I don't think I have the right to blame others. I just say nothing about what I want to do, so am I still qualified to blame others?If I really have that enthusiasm and sincerity, I will go back and do something to prove that I am not indifferent to state affairs.

When he spoke, the lock of hair on his forehead swayed down again, and his eyes were full of music, but it was the music of indignation and sorrow. Since then, Jiang Xiaofeng has brought up the matter of returning to the country again, which of course violated Zhiyun's big taboo, and she said: It is agreed that I will not go back.Didn't you promise me that?How come you have no credit?But he said: I always wanted to go back, and I gave up because of you.When you were on the mountain, you promised me that you would go back together!Why would you change your mind?Who was the first to lose credit?

As a result, the topic that was no longer discussed for a long time resurfaced and became the focus of controversy.One wants to go back, the other wants to stay, fighting back and forth, but there is no result at all, it just pushes the two hearts farther and farther apart.When Zhiyun got very angry, he declared that he must break up with Jiang Xiaofeng, and sometimes he would ignore him for three days or five days.Is it all right?The two people leaned together to confess again, asking each other for forgiveness, and would say: We are both too stubborn, but my heart that loves you is also stubborn.So, the two kissed and kissed each other, asking each other for forgiveness.What about in two days?The old problem reappeared like a ghost, the two quarreled again and again, did not speak for a few days, apologized to each other again, Zhiyun shed tears again, Jiang Xiaofeng coaxed the day to seem like a sadistic demon, and caught them in its huge In the palm, arbitrary torture, this day, Zhiyun made Jiang Xiaofeng ignore him for four days and refused to accept his apology, the first reconciliation, so the two of them didn't have the mood to talk, so they were so tight Hold hands tightly and walk forward slowly.

Walking to a Dutch grove with small purple flowers on the edge of the lake, Jiang Xiaofeng hugged Zhiyun in his arms, bowed his head and kissed her.This grove is their Garden of Eden, it is very secret, no one comes, and the outside can't peep into it. In this grove, they can kiss at ease without worrying about anyone seeing it.Although Europeans regard kissing as a daily meal and make out anytime and anywhere, they are not used to it. Zhiyun, are you still angry with me?Forgive me yet?Jiang Xiaofeng's voice was very low, and he couldn't tell whether it was gentle or bitter.He begged her to forgive each time.But in his heart, he didn't know what he had done to ask her to forgive him?

Zhiyun lay on Jiang Xiaofeng's chest, dripping with tears, as soft as a wronged cat, and murmured: Dajiang, you know, I have never been really angry with you, and I have never forgiven you. Zhiyun, I know, I know.Jiang Xiaofeng kissed away the tears on her face.Zhiyun, every time we quarrel, I feel sad, too sad to sleep. Me too, Da Jiang, I regret arguing with you.Zhiyun cried again. Don't cry, Zhiyun.Let's stop arguing from now on.Jiang Xiaofeng's heart couldn't bear it anymore, he was most afraid of Zhiyun's tears.Really, I will never argue with you again.he said again.After he finished speaking, he was in a state of distress, knowing that 80% of the words would not be fulfilled, because he hadn't given up the idea of ​​persuading her to return to the country together.As long as you mention it again, you will inevitably have to argue again.

I don't argue with you anymore.Dajiang, I love you.Zhiyun stopped crying, and lay on Jiang Xiaofeng's chest, listening to his beating heart. Zhiyun, you don't know how much I love you.Jiang Xiaofeng said in a low voice.I snickered to myself: Jiang Xiaofeng!You are a slave to love, you are an emotional coward. The two were lingering enough, and they held hands again and walked along the road along the lake. It’s so innocent, it’s already five o’clock, and the sun is still so bright.Jiang Xiaofeng looked at the setting sun. yes!It's really spring.You smell, there is the fragrance of winter jasmine when the wind blows.Zhiyun retracted her pretty little nose twice.

No, it smells so good.Jiang Xiaofeng also pulled his high nose hard. Da Jiang, have you changed your mind?Zhiyun finally returned to the old question. I?I thought Zhiyun, my god, don't talk about those annoying things.Jiang Xiaofeng wanted to say: I thought you changed your mind!Because I knew it would cause unpleasantness again, I hurriedly avoided it. Wu Zhiyun understood what he meant, and felt very uncomfortable. Why is it that other men are willing to sacrifice their lives for the one they love, but Jiang Xiaofeng is the only one who refuses to sacrifice for her? Let's go, let's feed the wild ducks, you can see how carefree they are swimming.Jiang Xiaofeng pointed to the wild ducks playing in the lake.

Zhixia had no objection, and the two stood by the lake, took out the buns they brought, tore them into small pieces and threw them into the water.Immediately, the swans in the distance and the wild ducks nearby all swam over in a hurry.Lately they have often brought bread for this child's game, so that the ducks and swans know them, and croak when they see them.The two of them often just sat on chairs by the lake, listening to wild ducks call, watching them grab bread and swim.You can sit for an hour without saying a word. Recently, they don't go to the library very often. The reason is that both of them are in a bad mood and have a lot of preoccupations, so they can't calm down to study. Wandering in the garden until the evening, Jiang Xiaofeng sent Zhiyun back to the dormitory, and then walked back alone in big strides. When he walked to the messy street behind the station, he always met that forty-something bar girl. Grinning at him, showing teeth yellowed by smoke. hello?Mr. China.The throat is whiny. I am fine, thank you!Jiang Xiaofeng answered as usual. The neon lights on the top of the buildings on the street are flickering, the cars in the middle of the road are running, and the exciting hot music and drunken laughter are coming from the tavern.Those sex shops were just at the time when the business was on the market. The vulgar man with a lecherous face and a beastly gaze was taking out the money he earned with hard work, in exchange for a moment of intoxication. Everything is the same as every day. Nothing has changed.In this way, day by day, month by month, year by year, like a broken cart pulled by a lame old donkey, it dragged forward slowly, and the whole half life, maybe the whole life, just like this, Jiang Xiaofeng just rubbed away like every day The same feeling, the same sigh, the same self-blame, and the same dejected walked into the old small house, dragged his heavy steps upstairs, and slumped to bed to sleep as if fleeing. Jiang Xiaofeng has passed such days for a long time, and he feels that if he continues to live on, he may become a madman at any time. Zhiyun walked into the dormitory, and saw a letter in the letter grid from a distance, which was written by his mother and Chen Lingling.Like every time, before she opened her mother's letter, her heart felt heavy. Sure enough, her mother was putting more responsibility on her again.She said that Ling Yun was about to graduate, and when his military training was over, he should really go abroad immediately and start from scratch.What mother worried about was that he was in love with a female classmate in the lower class of the same department. Because that girl was also very content with the status quo, Ling Yun became more determined not to go abroad.This made my mother very worried, so she asked her to write a letter to persuade Ling Yun: For a bright future in the future, she must study abroad.You should ask him about the way as soon as possible, and think of a way.mother said. Zhiyun is most afraid of hearing such words. If she has any connections and methods, will she still be stingy in helping her younger brother?The problem is that there is no way or way.She threw the letter aside, and her already unhappy heart was covered with a layer of dark clouds. In recent months, Ling Yun, who has always been the most diligent letter writer, has no paper or words. Zhiyun thought that Ling Yun was angry because he slapped her in the letter!After reading the mother's letter, I realized that he was in love.In this case, the mother also wanted to take them apart by force.This caused her to have a great dislike for her mother. Because of Lingyun, Zhiyun couldn't help recalling Zeng Manlin and Chen Lingling's ex-boyfriends. At that time, Chen Lingling was very close to an air force pilot named Duan, and Zeng Manlin had a close relationship with Liu Junyuan, an assistant teaching student in their department.Both of them were hesitant before boarding the plane, but they couldn't resist the temptation of the United States and the urging of their parents, so they hardened their hearts and left.Now Liu Junyuan is often mentioned in Zeng Manlin's letters, obviously she has not forgotten her love for him! Zhiyun couldn't help but sigh as she thought about it. On the one hand, she was also thankful that she had never had a boyfriend before going abroad, so she couldn't taste the bitter fruit of love unique to the 20th century. The face of Jiang Xiaofeng's personality appeared clearly, with a lock of hair waving on the forehead, music in his eyes, a mocking look on his mouth, and a look of loneliness on his face. He was neither trendy nor willing to compromise. , responsibility, ideal, God knows, where will their love go?Will it bear a bigger and more bitter fruit? She was too lazy to think about it anymore, the more she thought about it, the more upset she became. Chen Lingling's letter described her pride as usual: Last month, Dawei and I went to South America to play, and we had a good time.Yu Zhiyun, you should also take a look around more, what is life for?If we don't enjoy life when we are young, we will regret it when we are old and unable to play anymore.For my twenty-sixth birthday, Dawei gave me a convertible car. Our family has three cars in total.Have you learned to drive?If you haven't learned it yet, you have to start quickly. You don't know how much fun it is to drive. I'm used to driving now. If I don't drive, it's like having no feet.We want to play in Europe next year and drop by to see you, and your talented musicians. Chen Lingling always lives so contented and happy, as if she has everything in the world.Could it be that she really forgot all about the part about her surname Duan?Zhiyun was very skeptical, but he was also tired of thinking about these things that had nothing to do with him.Her own problems were enough for her to worry about. Chen Lingling said that if you don't enjoy life when you are young, you will regret it when you are old.Jiang Xiaofeng said: A person who does not dedicate himself to his ideals is equivalent to living a lifetime in vain.The difference between the two is at least one hundred and eight thousand miles!Alas!What a troublesome life!She really didn't want to think about it. In the spring, it was sunny and suddenly it rained without thinking. It lasted for several days, and it fell straight from the sky again, the kind of thick rain like a water column.Zhiyun and Jiang Xiaofeng went to the British Park with umbrellas to enjoy the rain scene. They saw that the lake was full of water and almost reached the shore. My legs were completely soaked, and my pants were splashed with mud, so I didn't want to be cool anymore. Zhiyun came out of the last class in the afternoon, saw Jiang Xiaofeng waiting in the corridor, and went to his side.ask: How long have you been waiting? just arrived.I haven't seen you for three days. I want to have dinner with you.Jiang Xiaofeng said.He was wearing a navy blue raincoat with a belt around his waist and the collar was turned up. His body was full of water stains, and his hair was also a little wet, especially the strands of hair swaying on his forehead, where there were bright drops of water. drip down. Where have you been these three days?Zhiyun looked at Jiang Xiaofeng, wondering if he was sick. I'm composing.Jiang Xiaofeng said simply.He also looked at Zhiyun to see how she reacted. Wu Zhiyun only responded softly.She knew that he was not active in writing papers at all, and started to play Chinese music again, and continued to compose our songs.If it was in the past, she would have opposed him doing this, and would have asked him to devote all his energy and time to writing a thesis and studying for a degree.In the past, she would also play tricks because he didn't come to see her for three days. Now she won't do it.There had been too much fighting between them, and she was tired, and she knew he was more tired than she was.When she occasionally fell asleep late at night, she would ask herself: Has the golden day of their love slowly passed away?She loves him, but the distance between their thoughts is getting farther and farther.An invisible chasm separates them.It's not that they have nothing to talk about when they are together, but there are many things they dare not talk about, so they have to feed the swans instead of the wild ducks. It's raining outside, where should we go for dinner?Zhiyun looked out the window at the courtyard below. The rain is not heavy, and the road is heavy, so go to Marlene's square to eat big pancakes, okay?Jiang Xiaofeng said.Seeing that Zhiyun had no objection, Jiang Xiaofeng picked up her raincoat and put it on for her. Sure enough, the rain was much lighter, but it was still continuous.Jiang Xiaofeng held up Zhiyun's umbrella, and Zhiyun held the arm holding the umbrella, and walked slowly along Ludivisi Avenue. It rained for several days in a row, and people hid at home and didn't like to come out. Marlene's square seemed much deserted than usual.But those few open-air musicians didn't care about the weather. They wore plastic raincoats, hid at the door of the church or under the eaves of the shop, and continued to sing and sing. The large flagstone floor on the square field was washed spotless by the rain, and it was so clean that it glowed white.Usually there are always flocks of pigeons chasing and playing here, but now there is not a single pigeon, which emphasizes the desertedness even more. Zhiyun and Jiang Xiaofeng went to the market at the bottom of the square, and each ordered a flatbread and a glass of grape juice, and stood in front of the small round table to eat.This kind of snack bar is very common. There are only tables but no chairs, and you have to stand up to eat. However, because the cakes taste good and the price is fair, the customers are constant from morning till night.Jiang Xiaofeng and Zhiyun often come here to eat, except that they have been to Chinese restaurants a few times because they want to eat Chinese food too much, they have almost never been in a formal restaurant. The flatbread was finished in a while, and I couldn't stand there all the time, so I went shopping in the rain.Jiang Xiaofeng and Yu Zhiyun are famous for walking in the rain and blowing the northwest wind in the British park, and everyone knows it among their classmates. The shops were closed long ago, but the lights in the windows were on, illuminating the dazzling array of items on display, which was very attractive.Every time he walked past a fashion store, shoe store, leather bag and jewelry store, Zhiyun would stop and take a look. Chen Lingling has a letter saying that she will come to Europe next year!Zhiyun was used to holding Jiang Xiaofeng's umbrella arm, and the two walked forward slowly. Isn't Chen Lingling the one who married the doctor? Yes, that's her.I don't know much about Chen Lingling either, she seems to be very satisfied.Did she really forget that little paragraph?Two days before she left, they danced together until midnight.When Chen Lingling got on the plane, Duan was sent to the airport to see him off, and Chen Lingling held him and cried like something.Zhiyun couldn't help but sigh. Well, Jiang Xiaofeng responded casually, and continued to walk forward slowly. I don't think she will really forget the short paragraph.Although her David is a doctor, he also gives her a car and travels with her, and he doesn't look like a person who can express his feelings. I doubt whether Chen Lingling has real feelings for him.Zhiyun said again. Well, Jiang Xiaofeng still had a casual look, and walked a little further, and suddenly asked: Does Chen Lingling also write?For example, write a novel. I have never seen her write it.Zhiyun burst out laughing as he spoke.How can she sit quietly and write when she has time?She loves to play so much.Huh!Why do you ask her if she writes or not?She looked at Jiang Xiaofeng puzzled. I'm thinking, if she writes a novel, wouldn't she already have more than half of the story, and it's almost the end of the story?Jiang Xiaofeng's tone was full of ridicule. How do you say this?Zhiyun has put away his smile. You see, isn't this in line with the modern formula of fiction?A young and beautiful female college graduate bid farewell to her lover in tears at the airport, and went to the United States to explore the world. The days of studying in the United States were not to mention how hard it was. Fortunately, she later met a partner with good conditions in all aspects, so she fell in love with her. Get married, be a foreigner, buy a house, a car, everything, unfortunately you can’t buy love How do you know people can't buy love?Zhiyun could no longer bear it, and interrupted him coldly. Of course, I hope she can buy love, then she will be much happier, but that doesn't fit the formula for the ending.Jiang Xiaofeng still had that carefree tone. What is the formula for the ending?Zhiyun asked angrily. Naturally, I hate that person who has all the conditions and is incomprehensible!Life feels empty!Pale, hesitant, lost, confused, rootless! Da Jiang, what did you do?I just casually mentioned Chen Lingling's matter, and you made such a big deal of sarcasm.You are really Zhiyun recently, pulling back Jiang Xiaofeng's hand, stopping and standing in the rain.It's really inexplicable, and it's so extreme that it doesn't make sense. Am I extreme?Am I not telling the truth?Jiang Xiaofeng took a step forward and put the umbrella on Zhiyun's head again.You'll catch a cold in the rain.He said. Even if it is true, you don't have to blame Chen Lingling, she is not alone, there are many stories like her.Zhiyun raised his eyes to look at Jiang Xiaofeng, and saw that he was grinning.She couldn't seriously get angry, so she could only hold him up and walk forward.Da Jiang, are you always so unforgiving? It's not that I don't want to forgive people, it's that I'm anxious.If Chen Lingling's situation is just a single case, there is nothing to be concerned about. The problem is that this phenomenon is so common that it has almost become a typical example.What does this mean?Represents reality, has no sense of responsibility, and only plans for personal interests. If all intellectuals are like her, it will be bad.Jiang Xiaofeng deliberately made a very humorous tone to avoid arousing controversy. Da Jiang, you always like to take small things so seriously, but in fact, there is no one who does not plan for himself.Zhiyun was also exceptionally calm. As an intellectual, you can't just think about yourself, you must have a sense of anxiety and responsibility, and you must sacrifice a little bit of your own interests for the benefit of everyone.It is even more necessary to be a little alert to the times and to your own situation, and not to be so numb.A lot of people are just too numb now.Jiang Xiaofeng said with certainty.He had tried to avoid arguing as much as possible, but as he spoke, he became agitated beyond control. yes.Everyone is numb, but Mr. Ojiang is the most sober.Zhiyun couldn't help it anymore, and said sarcastically. You don't have to sarcasm me, don't you admit that those people are insensitive?In your opinion, has the United States been worthy of us for what it has done in the past two years?Do you treat us like friends?Are our people welcome?Our people don't seem to think about this at all, so they just ran to the United States wishfully, leaving everything behind, and desperately sharpened their heads to go, and they don't know what national self-esteem is.Isn't this numbness? Dajiang, some people say that you have a lot of prejudice against foreign countries, especially the United States, and that you are too nationalistic. Have you ever thought about it?Are people criticizing it right?Zhiyun managed to put on a peaceful voice. I admit that I am a nationalist, but not too much.There is no prejudice against foreign countries, or the United States.Of course, they are better than us in many ways, we should learn from them and catch up with them, but we can’t say that they are good, think that they are useless, feel ashamed to be Chinese, and move to other countries to be foreigners .Don't you think that in recent years, ordinary people's admiration for beauty is too outrageous?Is this phenomenon normal?Maybe you will say, the trend is so, how much power does a small individual have to resist?The question is, who made the trend?Isn't it caused by many individuals?Who are these leadership ethos individuals?It is our class of intellectuals.It's you, me, Chen Lingling, He Shaoxiang, and Yang Wenyan.Fortunately, there are people like your brother Ling Yun and Jia Tianhua among us, so our country can still survive and society can still progress.In a word, no matter how good other people's country is, it does not belong to us, and our country belongs to us no matter how inferior it is, not to mention that we are not so inferior, why do we have such low self-esteem!Jiang Xiaofeng said a lot, but Zhiyun couldn't think of anything to refute him.After walking silently for a while, he suddenly stopped. In this way, you will never stay in a foreign country. I was about to ask you too!I'm going to read my degree, are you willing to go back together? Zhiyun's shiny black eyes stared at Jiang Xiaofeng for a while, and said calmly: Da Jiang, I never tell lies.I can't go back. Well, Jiang Xiaofeng was taken aback for a moment, and continued to walk forward.He didn't say a word, his face was gloomy and his eyes were gloomy, as if he was oppressed by so much suffering. Da Jiang, take me back!It's raining non-stop, and the road is boring, I want to read a book!Zhiyun looked at the bitter rain all over the sky, and said bitterly. OK, let me take you back! Jiang Xiaofeng watched Zhiyun enter the dormitory, then turned around and walked back.Zhiyun told him to go back with her flower umbrella, but he refused, and just put on a peaked cap-shaped rain hat from his pocket. The rain was still falling, so Jiang Xiaofeng turned to a small street to use the eaves on the side of the road to keep out the rain.It is said to be a small street, but it is actually very spacious, not small at all, but the shops are closed, the street lights are dim, and cars rarely pass by, so it looks deserted. Jiang Xiaofeng stood against the drizzle, put his hands in the pockets of his raincoat, walked forward quickly with big strides, and walked across a street in less than a moment.When he turned to another side street, the sight of a tavern made him stop instinctively. The doors and windows of this tavern are all made of transparent glass. Looking in from the dim light, you can see the TV hanging high on the corner, showing programs about the East.Through the door, Jiang Xiaofeng couldn't hear the sound. He didn't know if it was a movie or a historical documentary, or which country it was about?But after seeing groups of people in cotton-padded jackets and trousers pulling wooden carts, and signs hanging under the eaves of shops such as Guanjia Old Shop, Guanghezhai, and Xiaoyangchun, it must be something related to China.This forced him to pay more attention to that TV show. Those people were running around in the street, looking extremely panicked and helpless, as if they were facing some terrible event.The camera quickly turned to a large group of Japanese marching with guns and cannons on horseback.Jiang Xiaofeng knew right away that this was not a movie, but an on-the-spot record of the Sino-Japanese war. Jiang Xiaofeng couldn't wait to push the door open and walk in.There were only two people inside, a coolie-looking man, who was already half drunk, sitting in a corner, talking to himself.The other was an old man with all white hair and beard, but he was watching intently.Seeing Jiang Xiaofeng come in, he enthusiastically told him: This series is called Germany in the Third Period. It focuses on the before and after of Hitler’s era. Now the third episode is about the Sino-Japanese War Well, Jiang Xiaofeng responded inadvertently, staring at the TV intently.He sat down at the table next to the door.The waitress from the hotel came over and asked: What do you want?Brandy? Jiang Xiaofeng nodded several times, afraid that she would interrupt watching TV.Listen to the explanation, the scene just now is the September 18th Incident, when Japan occupied Northeast China.Next is the July 7th Anti-Japanese War. The waitress brought the wine quickly.Jiang Xiaofeng hurriedly said thank you, took a sip from his cup, and still stared at the TV without blinking. Three and a half marks.The waitress said. What?Jiang Xiaofeng just watched TV and didn't understand what she said. I say three and a half marks for the brandy, and I'll pay now. Jiang Xiaofeng took out his wallet, touched a five-mark silver coin and threw it in the hand of the waitress. The waitress slowly opened the money bag hanging under the apron on her belly, asking for change.Jiang Xiaofeng quickly stopped her with a wave of his hand, said you accept it, and then concentrated on watching the show. The TV shows were all scenes that he had read in history books but could not imagine in his mind. He saw that on July 7, the 26th year of the Republic of China, the Chinese began to stop being silent and patient, and fired back at the invaders. He saw thousands of refugees abandoning the homes left by their ancestors. Female, helping the old and the young, squeezed onto a train like the train to Tianjin, not to mention that he had never seen it, even in his dreams, he could not dream of it. On the front of the car, on the roof of the carriage, on the windows and doors, everyone was standing, squatting, lying on their stomachs, Hanging, the black mass, like an old tree covered with wild fungus.However, those are not wild mushrooms, they are people, Chinese fleeing for their lives.The train is like a sick old cow, panting and crawling forward.People who exhausted their strength, opened their mouths and let go of their hands, and fell down like a dead body.After falling, it naturally became a real dead body.Jiang Xiaofeng was wondering whether that train would arrive in Tianjin safely, when another scene changed on the screen. A large group of Japanese soldiers with bayonets led a long string of Chinese people tied up with ropes. There were about twenty of them, all of whom looked young, some in short jackets and some in long gowns.Every face was swollen with grief and anger like a bomb about to explode. Some of them opened their mouths wide and said something. The Japanese soldiers rushed up and hit the man several times. Blood flowed from the corner of the man's mouth, but he still opened his mouth wide. He shouted with his mouth, another Japanese soldier picked up the butt of his gun, and hit the man desperately. He got up again after being knocked down. Other Chinese were also moving their lips, and the Japanese soldier went to beat him again.The TV reporter said: The Japanese invaders are killing unarmed young Chinese anti-Japanese elements, but the Chinese are not afraid. Please look at the wounded young man, he is cursing Jiang Xiaofeng fumbled to pick up the glass in front of him, raised his head and poured down half a glass of brandy.He felt that the blood all over his body was rushing like a rising tide, and the heat flow entered every cell as if electrified.His eyes were wide and straight, watching the development on the film anxiously. The large group of people had been escorted to the field below the city wall, lined up.A Japanese with the appearance of a small officer Ren Danhu raised a long command saber high up, and the Japanese soldiers smiled and raised their guns to aim.Those Chinese were still moving their mouths and cursing angrily.Suddenly, the little officer with Ren Danhu dropped his command knife, and the row of shouting and cursing people fell to the ground one by one like hard wooden sticks.The rapporteur said again: This is the beginning of China's bloody war of resistance. The Japanese occupied North China and then aggressively invaded the South. The aftermath of the Nanjing Massacre appeared on the screen. The blood-stained ground was covered with Chinese corpses. Women were naked and were slaughtered after being humiliated. The small bodies of children were stabbed with bayonets. Tie up.Following the Chongqing bombing, Chinese people fled in panic all over the mountains and plains, and the streets were full of houses that had been burned down.The parents went to rescue the child who was unable to escape, but the whole family was buried in the fire cave. The crazy mother hugged the child who was hit by the shrapnel and cried loudly.Japanese planes painted with plaster flags rained down bombs like urchins playing, and the suffering Chinese people howled to the sky and groaned under the cruel power of beasts.The rapporteur said again: During the Second World War, tens of millions of Chinese died at the bloody hands of Japanese warlords Damn, kill, kill, kill!Just know how to kill, if it wasn't for that big bastard Hitler killing everywhere, how could my leg fall off?The old man suddenly went mad and yelled loudly, and stomped on the floor with his cane, making a loud bang.Jiang Xiaofeng was startled by the noise, turned his eyes and glanced at the old man, only to find that he was missing a leg. The fire on the TV is still burning, Japanese planes are still dropping bombs, and people are still shouting angrily Hello!Young man, you are Chinese!You Chinese were killed miserably in World War II.You see, Japanese planes are still dropping bombs!The old man on my leg continued to speak loudly, facing Jiang Xiaofeng, obviously intending to have a long talk with him.And the drunk who had been talking to himself in the corner also started talking: Fry, kill.Kill and explode.Tell them to go crazy, anyway, I have old wine to drink.God, I want his life, I have nothing to do for a whole year, I don't even have money to drink old wine, he seems to have a glass ball in his mouth, gurgling. The old man with my leg stomped the floor with his cane again. Jiang Xiaofeng stood up with a bang, before he even had time to greet him politely, he ran for his life and escaped. It was still raining lightly outside, and under the dim street lights, the rain became a misty mist.Jiang Xiaofeng's vision was blurred in the smog, his face was wet, he couldn't tell whether it was raindrops or tears, he only felt hot and sour in his eyes, like a stream of water gushing out. It wasn't until his hair dripped that Jiang Xiaofeng remembered that the rain hat had been forgotten in the tavern.He didn't bother to go back to get it, so he just wandered aimlessly into the rain, and somehow wandered to the British Park again, so he went in.The park is like a dead grave, without a single figure or living thing. The drizzle beats on the leaves, rustling. The body of the old pine tree stands like a giant in the night sky. Under the Chinese Tower.The wind chimes on the corner of the tower were tinkling, and he seemed to see the small room where he lived with his mother, and vaguely heard that kind and low-pitched voice: baby, come back, come back