The old man woke up the next day, and unexpectedly he didn't see his granddaughter, but the writer who wrote the story of the Republic of China.

Yang Pingfan saw the confusion in the old man's eyes and explained, "Lulu went to work, I'll come to see you." ”

The old man smiled slightly, "Young man, I know, you don't have to explain, I know Lulu's temperament, you are not her boyfriend, to be honest, she is not worthy of you." My time is short, and I am a thief when I am old and do not die, so it is better to go early, and it will save me from dragging down young people. ”

Yang Pingfan was silent, not knowing how to comfort her, thought for a while, and suddenly asked, "Do you have any wishes that need to be realized?"

The old man chuckled, "I'm almost a hundred years old, how can I have any wishes?"

After a pause, he said, "I don't have any wishes, but I have a regret." ”

"What is the regret?"

After 1943, Suzaku's widows nested in the city and did not come out, until I surrendered later, I never fought the devils again, and I followed my father to fight the puppet army and the reactionaries. ”

Yang Pingfan nodded and stopped talking.

The next afternoon, on a winter afternoon, the warm sunlight shone in through the window, and the old man lay quietly on the bed, watching the dust fly in the sun, his thoughts intermittent, all fragments of the past, and suddenly a tall figure blocked the light.

The old man looked up and saw a man with golden wings standing at the window.

"You ......"

"Ah, Lang China, how can you allow Er and other barbarians to spread wild!"

As soon as this sentence came out, Zhang Zhiruo was puzzled at first, and then trembled all over, although nearly eighty years have passed, Zhang Zhiruo still remembers that at the end of 1943, in Suzaku City, that Yue Wumu was like a god descending from heaven.

"You...... You are ......"

"Zhiruo, the master is late. ”

Yang Pingfan walked to Zhang Zhiruo's bedside, nearly a century of wasted years, the appearance of the master in her heart has long been annihilated in the long river of memory, only the fragments of the fight in front of the account room in the horse market and the robbery of the law field, as well as the short moments of grinding on the sideburns, but when the pair of golden wings and the familiar roar sounded, she was sure that the person in front of her was the master of the year, and the person who had been in her heart for eighty years.

Zhang Zhiruo cried loudly, crying like a child, holding Yang Pingfan's hand and never letting go, Yang Pingfan gently rubbed her white hair, "Don't cry, the master will take you to fight devils." ”

Under the winter sunset, two people soar in the sky.

The top of Barberry Mountain

There is a fort built by the Dongying people during the Anti-Japanese War, and it was later opened as a patriotic education base by the local government to show that it does not forget the national shame, but there is a miasma of smoke in front of it.

A group of young people under the age of 20, wearing the uniforms of the Japanese army during World War II, holding various props, were posing in front of the turret, recording small videos, shouting all kinds of slogans such as long live the Great Japanese Empire and conquering the Zhina, when suddenly a black shadow fell from the sky and smashed their camera equipment to the ground.

"What are you doing, my SLR is tens of thousands of yuan, let me tell you, if you don't lose money today, don't think about leaving. ”

Yang Pingfan had already put away his wings in advance when he landed, so when he came down, the Jingri thought that this person was hiding in a tree in advance.

"The guy who has forgotten his ancestors, the things that dogs can't eat, today I will teach you a good lesson for your parents and teachers. ”

Yang Pingfan shouted, "Ah!

The gang of Jingri had a sanitary napkin on their foreheads, and when they saw that Yang Pingfan was so righteous and awe-inspiring, he had a second illness attack, and one by one he was holding a handicraft Japanese-style saber bought from a certain treasure, and he shouted in his mouth that the sky was noisy and the card board rushed towards him.

Yang Pingfan knocked this group of bean sprouts to the ground like a tiger into a flock of sheep, Zhang Zhiruo, who was standing next to her, only felt that the scene in front of her was gradually blurred, and then overlapped with the Vermilion Bird City robbery field in her memory, she felt that she was back in 1943, she had become a girl in her prime, and the crutches in her hand had become a horse card picker, and she also shouted and rushed up to mend the knife.

A vicious battle that is not even a warm-up, these Jingri are lying on the ground humming and chirping and can't get up, and several of them were beaten out of the Buddha's hairstyle by Zhang Zhiruo, Yang Pingfan didn't make a heavy hand, just a little punishment.

Zhang Zhiruo also returned to reality and sat aside to rest with the support of Yang Pingfan.

"Master," Zhang Zhiruo's face flushed sickly, obviously not recovering from the excitement.

She asked very suspiciously, "I really can't understand, when I was young, let alone a young man in his twenties, even a child of seven or eight years old knew that Japanese devils were heinous, and they would rather fight to the death, why did they become so many people now, obviously they are Chinese, but they have to pretend to be Japanese and hate their own people like this?"

Yang Pingfan was speechless for a while, yes, why are so many essences popping up, he thought about it, and considered the vocabulary, "Post-war Japan, indeed developed faster than us, especially science and technology and culture have done a good job, attracting many young people in China, some people have been brainwashed because of this, from admiration to brain-dead worship madness, and then mentally identify with the Japanese, forget their own bloodline, even to the point of being ashamed of being Chinese and hating the Chinese nation."

These "Jingni" not only came into contact with a large number of Japanese culture and technological products, but also may have studied in Japan, lived in Japan, traveled, and had a more direct and profound experience, thus further strengthening the degree of "Jingni".

A nation is an imaginary community of cultures, and if a person has a strong tendency to identify with the culture of another country rather than with his own, he is in a sense "extranemous". Of course, this is only one reason, some people are very dissatisfied with the real society, and they very much agree with Japanese social values as a way out, some use it as a strategy to express certain demands, and some oppose it for the sake of opposition......

Others are trying to become Internet celebrities, gain eyeballs, and gain commercial benefits, or because they are young and ignorant, they do something out of the ordinary. They only have the appearance of "Jingri" behavior, and are not really "Jingri" molecules.

I think the reason for this is that there is a problem with the ideology and the lack of patriotic education. Because of the lack of patriotic education, they are not patriotic, they have no feelings for their own nation, their thinking is like a straw, swaying with the wind, and when they are influenced by the bad ideas of "Jingri", they will be easily corroded, believing that other countries are good, and their own country is useless, and even hate their own nation and country, and be ashamed of their own nation. ”

Yang Pingfan pondered and finished speaking, but Zhang Zhiruo shook his head, "What you said reminds me of the puppet army that was more than devils back then. ”

A cold wind blew from the river, Zhang Zhiruo's body trembled for a while, and Yang Pingfan took off his coat and draped it on her.

Then walked in front of the Jingri elements led by him, and saw that he was still an old acquaintance, it was actually the one he met at Suzaku University last time, Yang Pingfan set up the camera again, and yelled at them, "You, if you have one, you all come here, kowtow and apologize, and reflect on your wrong behavior." ”

These bean sprouts were already scared by Yang Pingfan, and they crawled to the camera one by one, crying with tears and snot to complain that they were wrong.

Yang Pingfan saw that there was also a portable high-speed traffic card produced by Company X on the camera, this kind of card he had used by Lulu, the shape was the same as the USB flash drive, and it was directly plugged into the data interface of the mobile phone, and it could get close to 100G network speed, which is really the preferred artifact for outdoor live broadcasting.

On the same day, a live broadcast platform exploded, because countless netizens first saw a group of Jingri wearing masks playing treasure in front of the patriotic education base, all of them were angry, and then the picture shook for a while, two unknown characters fell from the sky, beat Jingri violently, and finally Jingri knelt in front of the camera to confess, this plot is more exciting than a small fresh meat movie with a salary of tens of millions, and it was on Weibo headlines for a while, of course, this is a later story.

Yang Pingfan sent Zhang Zhiruo back to the ward, went back first, and promised to come to see her the next day, but unexpectedly the next morning, he received a call from Lulu that Zhang Zhiruo was critically ill.

Yang Pingfan rushed to the hospital, Lulu saw him, and wanted to throw himself into his arms, but was politely pushed away by Yang Pingfan, "How is the old man?"

At this time, the door to the operating room opened, and the doctor took off his mask," We try our best to rescue, but you have to have a mental preparation, to be honest, it is a miracle that she can survive until now, after our examination, the patient has a serious failure of all organs in the body, this is a natural birth, old age, sickness and death, not the current technology can solve it, in this case can still be alive, that is to lie in the 101 hospital with the most advanced life-supporting equipment to save a breath, the old man can still hold on here, itself is an incredible thing. ”

Yang Pingfan nodded, with a heavy heart, sat with Lulu for a while, and the young girl who was in her cardamom years and had a clear distinction between love and hate came to mind, and then thought of the old man who was now full of white hair and was alone, and couldn't help but feel a sour feeling in her heart.

Li Lan also took the time to enlighten him, and the two stood in front of the small window at the end of the corridor to blow the wind.

"I hurt her, if I hadn't taken her to Funiu Mountain yesterday, maybe she would have been able to hold on for a while. ”

"It's not your fault, you helped her fulfill her last wish, Zhiruo she will only feel happy, and she will not leave with regrets. ”

"But I feel bad. Yang Pingfan slammed his fist against the wall, angry, depressed, and helpless in his heart, but he didn't know what to do.

Li Lan sighed, took Yang Pingfan's hand, and was about to comfort him, when suddenly an idea flashed through her mind.

"I thought, maybe there's a remedy"

"What?"