After Mr. Wang finished telling this story, Mr. Wang's father pondered for a long time and held a clan meeting, at which Mr. Wang's father announced that he would donate money to protect the country. Although it was difficult for the family at that time, but look at the present, the country remembers that we used to serve the country, and my Wang family's business is now all over the world, which is really a strong country, and a small family can prosper. My Wang family also has a sense of pride because of this, all thanks to Mr. Wang, it can be said that without him, our Wang family would not be where it is today. ”

Listening to Wang Miao proudly telling this historical past, Xiao Yi and the others couldn't help but have a longing in their hearts, eager to see this old Mr. Wang who made Wang Miao so admired. After all, life can be mastered by oneself, and dedication is great, but if the capital related to the survival of the entire family is dedicated, it is even greater than one's own dedication, after all, there are too many interests involved.

Liu Wenyuan slowly said a sentence: "Mr. Wang's father is also very remarkable. Wang Miao looked at Liu Wenyuan with some surprise.

Liu Wenyuan said with admiration: "After all, it was Mr. Wang's father who was in charge of your Wang clan at that time, and he was able to make this decision no matter who persuaded him first, after all, the burden of the fate of the whole clan was on him, and in this regard, he was more amazing than Mr. Wang, amazing." Wang Miao didn't quite understand, but he respected Liu Wenyuan very much now, and it must have a reason to see Liu Wenyuan say this.

Liu Wenyuan asked, "What happened to Mr. Wang?"

"Oh, and then the form of the war worsened day by day, and the Japanese devils occupied Shanghai and occupied Nanjing. When talking about Nanjing, Wang Miao's expression was a little gloomy, and everyone understood why, the Nanjing Massacre, December 13, 1937, a day of national shame that the Chinese can never and should never forget, and according to preliminary statistics, 300,000 people were killed by Japanese devils.

Liu Wenyuan sighed deeply, and looked through the clear window at the bright red sky under the afterglow of the setting sun, which may be the same color as the Nanjing sky at that time, but the difference is that the Nanjing sky was red reflected by the blood of the earth at that time.

At that time, the Nationalist Government moved the capital to Chongqing, and Mr. Wang came here before moving the capital, so that the Wang family also moved to Chongqing with the Nationalist Government, and Mr. Wang's father agreed, so that some of the main people and businesses in the family moved over, but Mr. Wang's father refused to leave. Mr. Wang pleaded with his father many times, but his father said that he was too old to be afraid that his body would not be able to eat it when he traveled so far away, and that this town was his hometown, and that he had grown up here, and that he did not want to leave when he was old, and that he did not know how long this war would last, and that he would not want to see his homeland and die in his homeland again.

No matter how Mr. Wang pleaded, Mr. Wang's father just refused to leave, and some of the older people in the clan saw that Mr. Wang's father had to stay, and Mr. Wang saw that there was no way but to leave with the rest of the family, and there were some old people left in the town and some young people in the clan who were unwilling to leave to take care of these old people.

Perhaps this town is not remarkable, although in ancient times it was an important place for north-south transportation, but with the development of the times, some new roads have been opened, and the importance of this place has not been as great as before, so although the Japanese devils occupied this area, they did not harass it. The lives of those who remained behind were difficult but peaceful, which was rare in those troubled times.

In a flash of four years, Mr. Wang seemed to be sent to Shanghai to work at that time, we don't know the specifics, but we just know that Mr. Wang had an accident in Shanghai at that time, a woman saved Mr. Wang, and the two fled here for refuge, and it didn't take long for Mr. Wang to leave alone, and the woman lived here, but then the Japanese devils chased here, tracked down Mr. Wang everywhere, and wanted to arrest the woman, Mr. Wang's father was entrusted by Mr. Wang to protect this woman. The Japanese devils couldn't find it, so they arrested Mr. Wang's father. Although Mr. Wang's father is old, he has a righteous spirit, and he has always been unyielding in the face of the coercion of the Japanese devils, and he did not spit out the whereabouts of the woman, and finally the Japanese devils killed Mr. Wang's father, and the woman has disappeared since then, and must have been poisoned by the Japanese devils.

Since then, Mr. Wang has returned every year on January 15 to pay homage to his father and to look for the woman, who has never believed that the woman is dead, and has to wait under the big locust tree every year. Strange to say, according to the old man, the big locust tree was originally flourishing and vigorous, but since that incident everything has changed, and in the four seasons of the year, it will only return to its original leafy appearance for more than 20 days around January 15, and the rest of the time it is a dead tree.

The old man said that the tree had become a fine man, and it also knew that Mr. Wang missed the woman, so it was like a woman who collected all its prosperity on weekdays and only waited for Mr. Wang to show his best face. Women are pleasing to themselves, and this tree also has affection, which is really rare. Wang Miao only knew about Mr. Wang's past. But these moved and saddened Xiao Yi and others, who had never experienced that period of history, and at the same time were stirred by the enthusiasm of aspiring young people of that era.

Liu Wenyuan pondered for a moment and asked, "Do you know about that woman, who is her surname, and what does she do?"

"I don't know, the people who experienced those things back then have either passed away or died in the war of that year, and many of these things have been passed down orally, no one knows what the woman's name is and what she does, if you want to know the details, it seems that you can only ask Mr. Wang. Wang Miao didn't hide it, but he really didn't know about it.

Liu Wenyuan sighed, why is this big locust tree like this, the ghosts that Mr. Wang has seen are probably related to this woman, and now, the identity of this woman is the best clue, but the clue is cut off, it seems that if you really want to figure it out, you have to ask Mr. Wang, but is Mr. Wang willing to tell this matter to him, an irrelevant person? Liu Wenyuan can't be sure.

The sky slowly darkened, and the heavy night enveloped Wuzhen like a thick fog, as well as the big locust tree with teeth and claws.

Liu Wenyuan and the others returned to Liu Wenyuan's room after dinner. This dinner does not need to be described, and its sumptuous and exquisite taste is even praised by Liu Wenyuan. And Xiao Yi and the others ate as if they were going to swallow their tongues. Everyone ate red and their faces were still unfinished, if it weren't for the limited space in their stomachs, everyone would be eager to taste it for a long time.

Chen Feng leaned back on the recliner comfortably with a full burp, feeling that life has never been so wonderful, and money really makes people live as if they were in heaven.

Liu Wenyuan sat in front of the window, looking at the heavy night for a while. At this time, a bright moon gradually tore through the darkness of the night, and reflected the earth with a cold moonlight.

Xiao Yi, Zhao Hongchen and others were talking about Mr. Wang there, although they had not met, but with Wang Miao's narration, everyone seemed to have the image of a flesh-and-blood and heroic hot-blooded young man in front of them. Who said that it is useless to be a scholar, just because of a hot-blooded scholar like Mr. Wang, in that era, the country had hope, resistance, and I raised my sword and smiled at the sky.

Everyone talked very happily, and they all had a desire in their hearts, eager to see what kind of character this old Mr. Wang was, looking at Wang Jun and Wang An, both of them were sven and gentle, their faces were white, and they really couldn't see from them the kind of pride and blood that shed their blood for the country, especially Wang Jun's Japanese style, and at this time, he felt that he was even more like a slave, how could such a person be the son of this old Mr. Wang Jun who was in charge of the national disaster? Everyone had doubts about Wang Jun's identity at this time.