Millions of coerced veterans and recruits flocked to this isolated island, and more than half a century has passed in a blink of an eye.

"You don't want to go. The military village is now closed and no one is allowed to enter. ”

"You really don't want to go in, the police will come. ”

The weak and delicate little sister of the Lu family caught up with Lu Kezai's footsteps and grabbed Lu Kezai's cold arm.

All of a sudden, the little sister of the Lu family was startled, and looked at Jin Feng in surprise with her small mouth: "Your muscles are like iron." So hard. ”

"You've exercised before. I'll touch it again. Wow......!

The curious little sister of the Lu family subconsciously pinched Lu Kezai's muscles as hard as iron, but was lightly beaten by Lu Kezai, and her hand bounced back like an electric shock.

"It's closed and it's not open to the public. It's illegal to go in. ”

"There's nothing to see here. It's all antiques from the last century, and they're very tattered. ”

Looking at the short strong and closed mottled gates, his eyes were cast through the iron fence to the rows of huts within the wall, and the black and thin Lu Kezi lit a cigarette board and walked away with his face.

The little sister of the Lu family frowned and scolded the stubborn and dull Lu Kezai in her heart, her little hands pinched emptily, and she laughed again all of a sudden.

The laughter like silver bells echoed in the sky above the empty military village, but Lu Kezai was gone.

The little sister of the Lu family screamed and went to chase Jin Feng, but she was stunned on the spot.

That Lu Kezai actually stood on the wall of the military village.

"Hey ......"

The little sister of the Lu family was about to shout, but she quickly covered her mouth.

looked around like a thief, and stomped over angrily to stop Lu Kezai. The Lu Kezi landed lightly in the military village.

"You ......"

"Hey, what do you want to do? Hurry up. ”

The little sister of the Lu family whispered at Lu Kezai, her face full of anxiety: "You come out soon, you will be arrested as a spy." ”

"Please!"

The black, thin and cool Lu Kezi in the hut didn't hear it, and handed over a stack of brand-new Dao Lang over: "Sentry!"

"There is a situation to learn to bark at a dog!"

The little sister of the Lu family opened her mouth wide and couldn't close it anymore.

With a slight sweep, Jin Feng gently pulled the big bag and strolled towards the rows of low bungalows in the forest.

Slowly walk into history, into the past.

This is Gao Xiong in Baodao Province, where Jin Feng once came a hundred years ago. Back then, he accompanied Asadlan here to find the treasure hidden here by the Matador Nation.

It ended before it even began.

August is the wettest season of the year, and although it is the end of the month, the heavy rain has continued after the typhoon.

In front of me are the tall and straight trees, lush and verdant.

Raindrops dripped down from the trees, as if they were pouring out their pain to strange visitors.

It is no longer known who planted these trees, but the mottled and wrinkled bark can be vaguely traced back to the old days.

Under the trees, there are rows of low bungalows. This is a testimony to a piece of history, and it is also a piece of history.

Farther away is a huge clearing, which is also where the military village is located. It has been demolished many years ago.

No one takes care of it, the weeds grow wildly, and it looks desolate.

When the once childish teenager has become a twilight old man with the years, the military village that carries the history of Jiazi has also been ruthlessly swept into the dustbin of history.

How many joys and sorrows, how many uprooted hometowns, how many magnificent waves and tragic vicissitudes have turned into a small drop of water in the long river of history.

There was no one around, the dark clouds were hanging low, the grass and trees were bleak, walking alone in this surviving military village, accompanied by the cold rain, it seemed that the once crowded scene appeared in front of me again.

Localities from various provinces in the interior of the motherland echoed in the sky here, as well as snacks and grains from various parts of the interior of the motherland......

A thumb-thick raindrop fell heavily on Jin Feng's eyelids, dispelling the illusion in front of him without a trace.

After smashing his soaked cigarette with great difficulty, Jin Feng walked to the row of remnants of the military village huts.

Now the military village has been closed and no longer open to the public, and every hut has been locked and closed.

The lock did not bother Jin Feng, but Jin Feng was unwilling to open the lock.

Standing at the head of the door, staring through the dusty glass at the furnishings of the hut, I was slightly disappointed.

It's not what I imagined.

Further down, the huts brought Jin Feng a different feeling, but he could not find the feeling of looking forward to it in his heart.

When he walked to the last hut, Jin Feng's heart thumped.

The furnishings in the hut were very simple, with old black-and-white photographs on the walls, vertical letterheads in glass cases, and worn-out notebooks and old-fashioned pens on old tables......

The calm heart set off a ripple at this time.

His gaze tightened slightly, his gaze was projected on a certain place, Jin Feng hummed lightly, and his expression moved lightly.

looked left and right, flicked the meteoric needle to unlock it, and crept into the small old house.

With a tug of his hands, he was already wearing gloves.

His eyes flickered, and he had already read the letterhead in the glass case.

This is a letter written by the soldiers who left their homeland to their mothers in the mainland.

Back then, it was easy to write letters, but it wasn't as easy as you thought to send them back.

After the letter is written, it is sent abroad. At that time, letters sent to the First Empire were the easiest to pass the censorship, and most of the letters were sent to the First Empire.

After the letters arrived in the First Empire, they were generally San Francisco. When I arrived in San Francisco, I sent it back to China from the First Empire with the help of old friends in San Francisco.

A fluttering letter will travel halfway around the world before returning to the arms of a loved one.

That emotion is as heavy as Mount Tai.

However, there were many letters sent back from the First Empire that never waited for a reply.

Because, the relatives of the soldiers are gone.

When I was a child, nostalgia was a small stamp, my mother was there, and I was here.

More than half a century has passed, and when the day comes to say goodbye, my mother has left her forever.

And when I was a child, I was about to step into the loess.

There is nothing more miserable in the world than this.

Looking at the sincere thoughts revealed between the lines of those letters, Jin Feng blinked his eyes silently.

He stepped in front of the desk, and his index finger retracted with a slight tap on the dusty desk.

The military village has been closed for a long time, and no one cares about it for a long time.

But Jin Feng was not careless because of this.

This place is a bit famous.

Looking up at the heroic colonel officer on the eight-inch black-and-white photo on the wall, Jin Feng bowed silently.

Look over and stop.

There are several books on the left side of the desk, and below is a magazine and above is a diary. On the diary is a twenty-fold old-fashioned double-piece magnifying glass.

Without touching these things, he raised his hand and pulled out a book of Zizhi Tongjian from a row of books standing against the wall.

Traditional Chinese version. 1939 edition. Stone Town Printing Press. Volume 1!

Zizhi Tongjian is not worn out properly, and almost every page is marked with red pen and black pen, which shows the intention and erudition of the owner of the book back then.

If this book had been fully booked and well preserved, it would have sold for tens of thousands of dollars by now.

Flipping through a few pages at random, I put the Zizhi Tongjian back in its original form.

His eyes turned again, and there was nothing unusual about the desk, chair, cabinet, floor, or wall.

His brows furrowed slightly, Jin Feng groaned for two seconds, gently pulled away his chair, and took a horse step.

The position is flush with the chair, and the hands are placed on the desk empty, simulating the sitting posture of the owner here.

Suddenly, Jin Feng's eyes lit up and he grinned.

Raised his hand and picked up the magnifying glass on the left, and gently lifted it, but after disassembling the large mirror, he found nothing.

Well?

Failed to find out the secret here twice in a row, which made Jin Feng a little puzzled.

Lightly looking up at the handsome colonel on his head, Jin Feng blinked and shook his head, and smiled: "Sure enough, he deserves to be the number one ace agent of the year." ”

"I really can't find it. ”

"You won. ”

Muttering to the handsome colonel, Jin Feng got up and exited the hut.

The colonel in the photo looked at Jin Feng quietly, as if he was laughing, and he seemed to be sighing.

There was a muffled thunder in the sky, and the glass windows of the low hut made a slight wail, but Jin Feng, who stepped out of the hut with one foot, froze. I want to talk about "Picking Up Leaks" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~