Senior Sister Shen gave an order, and these little soldiers didn't dare to disobey, but what materials to take and what requirements they had, Senior Sister Shen didn't say a word. After going back, Wen Jianning pondered for a long time on the spread out manuscript paper, but he had no clue.

As worried as she was Zhong Hui, of course Senior Sister Shen couldn't just throw this matter to Wen Jianning and a few of them, and finally sent a message to ask the entire drama club to help think about it, but there were no hard requirements for others, it was all voluntary. So Zhong Hui only worried for a while and then went to read other books, and only Wen Jianning was the only one who was worried.

Not long after she was worried, several other girls from the same dormitory came back from outside, and the room immediately became lively. It's rare that there are no classes today, and they gather in the dormitory again, and everyone talks lively.

Feng Xin heard the news and said that the school was already preparing a school magazine. Several girls in the dormitory were quite interested when they heard this, and even Wen Jianning raised her head. However, when they heard Feng Xin say that the professor in charge had already said that the articles published in the school magazine were not allowed to involve national affairs, and only talked about school affairs and literature and art, everyone was suddenly disappointed.

Zhong Hui pouted: "Don't let me say this, don't let me say that, what's the point." ”

Ruan Wenyun also sneered: "The mainland has already been like that, and there are still people in our school who want to be Wuling." ”

Wen Jianning didn't echo them, but he felt strange and bored in his heart. Although she doesn't like to talk about literature and politics together, the country is like this, and how is it possible to enclose the school in the Peach Blossom Garden.

Thinking so, she pulled out a thick wad of manuscript paper from her hand, full of words.

This is a short series that Wen Jianning wrote not long ago.

After escaping to Hong Kong with Zhong Hui and settling down, Wen Jianning always wanted to write down the events of the fall of Beiping, but he had no ideas at that time, and after coming to school, he dragged it back and forth, and actually delayed writing the first draft not long ago. She plans to wait until she receives Mr. Qi's revisions before considering voting.

As for where to vote, she had already thought about it, Shanghai had fallen, and Mr. Qi had a lot of inconveniences on his side, so it was not appropriate for such articles to be delivered by her on her behalf, at most she could only ask Mr. Qi to help revise them. Of the few places she has stayed, only Hong Kong is still a paradise today. Zhong Hui's father worked in the Hong Kong University Communiqué, and she could rest assured that she would send the manuscript there.

But even if there are acquaintances with elders to take care of, if what she wrote can't be put on the table, Wen Jianning is embarrassed to hand over the manuscript, so she is riveting and wants to change the manuscript before sending it away.

This series of short stories in her hand, she named it "Yongding Bridge", which is the name of the place in the text, and the other is taken from the meaning of mountains and rivers Yongding. The protagonist of the story, Wen Hui, is a female middle school student who went to Beiping to prepare for the exam, and lives in a courtyard house where more than a dozen people live. The courtyard is almost a small society, and the other dozen tenants have different identities and temperaments, including the epitome of the middle and lower class people in Beiping.

Most of these short stories are from Wen Hui's perspective, allowing her to witness the joys and sorrows of ordinary people before and after the outbreak of the July Seven Incident and the fall of Beiping. Only the last few articles are narrated through the mouths of others, explaining some things after Wen Hui escaped from Beiping. To a certain extent, the main character of Wen Hui is a combination of her and Zhong Hui, and what she saw and heard is mostly the same as their experience in those days, but there are only some slight embellishments.

Wen Jianning looked at the manuscript, and unconsciously scribbled and changed it again.

When she was tired from revising for a while, and was about to put down the pen, a flash of inspiration suddenly occurred in her mind.

Coincidentally, isn't there a ready-made subject matter to write about?

Inspiration came, but it couldn't be stopped, Wen Jianning immediately grabbed the pen and worked hard to write.

......

A few days later, when the members of the drama club met collectively again, it was Wen Jianning's turn and a few other classmates to hand in their "homework".

Although Shen Jingzhi is not a very strict person, she herself has a high prestige in the hearts of her classmates, and she is born with a cold face, she is not very kind when she looks at it, and some classmates who are used to being lazy are even more respectful and afraid of this senior sister, especially the few classmates who were named like Wen Jianning at that time.

Wen Jianning thought about it for a while, and simply stepped forward to take the lead.

What she didn't know was that even if she wasn't the first to step forward, Shen Jingzhi was about to let her come first. Seeing that she took the initiative to come, Shen Jingzhi looked silent, and her heart was still satisfied. She took the manuscript handed by Wen Jianning, and then glanced down at the title, and then looked at her strangely: "Since you have been in Beiping, you should also know that there is no bell tower in Wanping City." ”

The story written by Wen Jianning is called "Wanping Bell", as she said, there is indeed no bell tower in Wanping City. But she only said: "I know, I just think it's appropriate, so I started this topic, you can continue to read it first." ”

Shen Jingzhi continued to read it.

Wen Jianning did not continue the theme of Beiping after the fall, and in this script she wrote another lonely city, Wanping.

At the beginning, Wen Jianning and Zhong Hui relied on the hearsay of tabloids and teahouses all day long to determine Wanping's battle situation in Beiping, and with the previous experience of writing "Yongding Bridge", it was no problem to at least write a script framework.

Wanping has been the gateway to the south of Beijing since ancient times, and before and after the outbreak of the Lugou Bridge Incident, it was the center of fierce battles between China and Japan, and the residents of Wanping City, which was close at hand, became the victims of the first batch of Japanese invasions.

At the beginning of the plot, an elderly watchman in Wanping City appeared, he heard the first gunshot on the night of the 77 Incident, and at first he suspected that he had heard it wrong, and found out that it was outside the city After the shooting, he hurriedly notified several families in Wanping City who had friendships.

The watchmen are elderly and childless, and they usually rely on the help of these families to barely make ends meet. Among these families, there are sons who are soldiers in the 29th Army, some who have just returned from studying in Japan, and even monks in temples. In the face of the coming war, the reactions of these families are also different. But in the face of the cruel war and the inhuman invaders, all the luck and evasion eventually turned into hatred for the invaders.

The ordinary people in Wanping City finally united and resolved to fight the war together with the front-line soldiers. But there is a huge difference between the enemy and me, and in the end Wanping City was still opened by the Japanese, and after a burning, killing and looting, the old beaters who were deafened by the sound of artillery gradually disappeared in the ruins, and finally left only a desolate and long bangzi sound.

Shen Jingzhi watched it for a long time, and when she finished reading the end, she slowly breathed a sigh of relief: "Although the subject of the Lugou Bridge Incident has been written many times, it is not badly written, have you participated in any literary club?"

Wen Jianning shook her head, she didn't have that time for the time being, at least she had to wait for the second half of the year to get used to it, and then think about these things.

Shen Jingzhi lowered her head and flipped through her notebook again: "Your story, as a change, is enough to publish." However, as a drama, some conflicts and explosiveness are not strong enough, the language of the characters is too written, and some places do not meet the requirements of this propaganda anti-Japanese charity performance. But I still left the book first.,How to listen to the opinions of my classmates later.。 ”

She picked out a lot of unsatisfactory points in one go, but the look on her face was clearly satisfied.

Wen Jianning naturally had no objections.

After a while, Shen Jingzhi successively distributed the manuscripts handed over to her, circulated them among the students of the drama club, and then voted by secret ballot. In the end, the voting results came out, and Wen Jianning's story was still decided.

Zhong Hui knew that Bi Wen Jianning was still excited, and he couldn't wait to go back to the dormitory immediately to tell the others the good news. Of course, Wen Jianning was also very happy, but she was happy, she wrote in a hurry, just a rough embryo, and there were many things that needed to be changed.

Shen Jingzhi and several other responsible persons recruited a few students with good writing skills to help revise the script, and at the same time let the students who performed start rehearsals in full swing, and the students in charge of publicity were not idle, and they distributed leaflets door to door during these days.

As if seeing that Wen Jianning wanted to make up the number of people before, Shen Jingzhi would never let Wen Jianning be idle these days, either asking her to change the script or write leaflets, but wherever she could be used, she always had to make the best use of it.

Wen Jianning didn't know where she got into the eyes of this Senior Sister Shen, but it was not an unreasonable blind command that people assigned her to work, not to mention that everyone else was also busy, and she was embarrassed to be lazy, so she could only get busy with everyone.

Soon, July arrived.

......

"If we want our nation to be immortal, the only way to fight to the end is to fight to the end!"

After all the actors of the drama club held hands and read the last slogan in unison, thunderous applause suddenly sounded around them.

The charity performance for the first anniversary of the July 7 Incident held by their drama club was on the grass on the shore of Nanhu Lake, and the surroundings were already full of people at the moment. These people included teachers and students of the United Nations University, as well as local men, women, children, and soldiers, and all of them applauded enthusiastically.

Wen Jianning also clapped his hands vigorously.

This time last year, after the Lugou Bridge Incident, she and Zhong Hui were trapped in a lonely city, worried about the future, but unable to do anything. And now, at least they can work with their classmates to make a modest contribution to this country that is shaking in the wind and rain.

But she thought she might be able to do more than that.

After the charity performance of the drama club, Wen Jianning, like all the students, quickly threw himself into the intense preparation for the exam.

The girls' cafeteria on the first floor of the Tingfeng Building turns into a study room at night, lit with a few kerosene lamps and reviewing under the lamps. Often a dormitory occupancy of a large square table and sit across from each other to review homework late into the night. Even Chen Hanxiang, who has been living outside the school, suddenly returned to the dormitory these days for the exam and reviewed with everyone.

It wasn't until the exams were over that everyone relaxed.

Wen Jianning doesn't have to get up early every day to go to the library to occupy a seat, he doesn't get up until dawn every day, and goes to the place where porridge is sold on the street with Zhong Hui to have breakfast, and when he comes back, he brings a few copies to others by the way.

However, this state of relaxation did not last long.

Since the end of June, there has been gossip that the customs building, which they used as a teaching building, will be requisitioned by the Air Force School, and that they will move to Kunming in September to join other colleges of the United Nations University.

A few days after the exam, the school finally issued a notice.

Zhong Hui complained: "I finally came here to settle down, and after only three or four months, I asked us to move out again. ”

Wen Jianning and the others also nodded with affection, the taste of a long journey was not pleasant, not to mention that they had just integrated into the life in Mengzi, and when they arrived in Kunming, they had to adapt again, and they couldn't help complaining.

Before the results came out, the female classmates had a lot of things and began to pack their bags early in the morning.

After coming to Mongolia for a few months, Wen Jianning didn't save any belongings, and put away the few books she bought and the tea she bought by train when she came, and only a few changes of clothes and a roll of bedding. When she had cleaned up and felt that she was almost done, she turned her head to see the thick letter wrapped in a blue wrapper on the side of her pillow, and then realized that she had almost forgotten the most important thing.

She uncovered the cloth and contained all the letters she had exchanged with Mr. Qi after she escaped from Beiping.

(End of chapter)