It was a dark and dreary space, and in the 'chaotic' air, there were children's cries and whispers, but in a few moments, the loud sound of cannonballs exploding overshadowed everything.

Yisheng opened her eyes quietly in the dark, in fact, she was not afraid in her heart, over the years, she couldn't remember how many bombardments, large and small, numb and tired.

And the people living in this city have also slowly gotten used to the screams of 'chaos' at the beginning, to such a deep composure now.

The house was blown up, they rebuilt next to it, and when it was blown up again, they built a new one, and continued in silence, insisting on waiting, and no one shed a tear.

Why don't they cry? A Western reporter who had just arrived in China once asked his seniors.

His colleague was silent for a long time, and then spoke, this is the Chinese, they have no tears to shed.

When the dim light in the air-raid 'shelter' finally came on, Yisheng's ears were still buzzing, and she saw a few big characters written on the opposite wall by this faint light, which were the slogans that can be seen everywhere in this city - country first, nation first. Military one, victory one. The will is concentrated, the strength is concentrated.

Accompanied by her grandson and her driver, she walked out of the bomb shelter with the crowd, and the smell of sulfur and burnt air was almost suffocating.

As far as the eye could see, there were bombed-out houses, broken telephone poles, bricks and timbers burning everywhere, smoke billowing, and scorched, intestines, broken hands and feet......

The precipitation in Jialing is still flowing slowly, but this green water is clear 'waves', and since today, how many people have never seen it again.

Even though she has seen too many such scenes, at this moment, under the direct face of Jinqu Li, her heart is still 'twitching' for a while.

"I only hope that one day, Japanese cities will suffer the same pain as Chongqing. ”

A whisper of a 'girl' child came into her ears, Yisheng turned her head, but saw a pale and beautiful face, she opened her mouth with some hesitation, and the 'girl' child subconsciously turned her face to look at her when she heard the voice.

Yisheng sighed softly, "Tingting, it turns out that it's really you, do you know how worried your Uncle Bo and Uncle Lu are." ”

The 'girl' child was about to deny it, but after hearing the latter sentence, she pursed her 'lips' and fell silent.

She was already young, and after the catastrophe, she saw familiar people at first glance, and the strength in her heart finally slowly collapsed, she bit her 'lip', although she still stood in place and refused to move, but finally said lightly: "You tell them that I'm fine, let them not worry about me." ”

"Are you good?" "Are you good?" "But all I see now is that you were standing alone in the ruins during the bombing," Yisheng looked at her quietly, "even I don't believe it, how can you reassure them?"

The 'girl' child stopped talking, with a slightly contradictory look in her eyes, and after a long while, she spoke again, with a hidden anxiety in her voice, "You don't just tell them this, or you just don't say that you have seen me, and there is no such thing." ”

"Tingting, can you go back with me," Yisheng looked at the look of resistance on her face, and sighed again, "You can't just ...... because you're angry with your mother."

"She's not my mother, I don't have such a mother!" Tingting suddenly 'excited' and spoke sharply, interrupting Yisheng.

And Yisheng was also silent for a while, she knew that Jiang Daiyun was now with the Japanese, and Tingting couldn't stand this thorn and left home in anger a few years ago.

For a person who wants to deliberately hide himself, China is too big, especially now that the smoke is everywhere.

It was a long time before she spoke again: "At the very least, you have to tell me where you are and what you are doing." ”

Tingting just said indifferently: "There's no need, I still have something, I'm going to go first." ”

After she finished speaking, she 'wanted' to turn around and leave, but was pulled by Yisheng.

Yisheng stared at her for a long time, and then slowly spoke: "I won't let you leave like this, and if you don't tell me where you are now and what you are doing, I will ask my guards to tie you back to my house, and then let your Uncle Lu pick you up."

"Why do you care about me?" cried out the 'girl' anxiously.

Yisheng looked at her and said word by word, "Just because your Uncle Bo has always remembered you, and I want him to feel at ease." ”

Tingting stopped talking, and after a long while, she finally slowly turned her head to look at Yisheng, "Aunt Bo, I know that you and Uncle Bo have sacrificed a lot and done a lot for the country, you tell Uncle Bo, don't worry about me, because I am doing the same thing with you and all Chinese." ”

She paused for a moment, and then spoke again: "I went to Yan'an with my classmates, and now I am here because there is still a task to be completed." Aunt Bo, I'm sorry, I can only tell you this, no more, I can't say more. ”

Yisheng looked at the resolute look in the eyes of the 'girl' child, the same brilliance she had seen in Song Wanhua many years ago, and she understood that she couldn't persuade her back.

Her heart was slightly astringent, and she spoke, "Then how are you doing now?"

Tingting smiled at her, and the smile suddenly brightened the young and beautiful face of the young 'girl', "I'm fine, I've never been so good," abandon my old pen, and look at my wartime time. More than 100,000 comrades sang war songs and joined the army." Aunt Bo, I've always wanted to do something for the country, instead of just sitting in a classroom and crying under the sound of gunfire – and I've finally done it now.

She watched Tingting say goodbye to her, and then walked away, her back thin but firm.

When she returned home, she saw that everything was fine from a distance, and it seemed that this air raid did not 'wave' to this point, and the heart she had been carrying was finally slowly let go.

As soon as she entered the 'door', Mrs. Feng immediately greeted her and grabbed her hand, "Xiaosheng, are you okay, worried about your mother!"

She held Mrs. Feng's hand with her backhand and comforted her with a smile, "I'm fine, I've hid in the air-raid 'shelter', and the house is okay? Can the phone still work......

Before Mrs. Feng could speak, the phone rang as if to answer her, the bell rang, Yisheng smiled, and did not wait for someone to answer, she walked over, and said with a smile: "It seems that we are unscathed this time." ”

Mrs. Feng also laughed, turned around and went to the kitchen to order the kitchen to boil 'chicken' soup to suppress her daughter-in-law's shock.

Yisheng picked up the phone, and the smile did not dissipate on his lips, but he froze slightly after hearing the 'female' voice on the phone.

"Please help me call Mrs. Bo to listen to the phone. ”

Even though the voice was hoarse and desolate, with a forcibly suppressed trill, she still heard who she was.

"Aunt Ling?" she opened her mouth to call her, still a little suspicious, she had never had any direct contact with herself, and now, how could she call this one.

The other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and suddenly couldn't restrain it anymore, and cried with a "wow", "Xiaosheng, you want to come back to seek justice for your sister!" Your sister, your sister was killed by Ji Huan's brute! He, he still won't give her back to me......"