1943.

Chongqing.

This is a mountain city, when Nanjing is stormy, she is duty-bound to be chosen, in the suffering and glory to condense the hope of the whole nation, unyielding.

It is also a foggy city, and in late autumn, the whole city is shrouded in a thick fog at dusk.

In the past, some people always complained that the "foggy" and "cloudy" weather made the vision blocked, and also "gloomy" the mood, but now, almost everyone is looking forward to the fog season can be longer, longer, so that they can sleep more peacefully at night.

"It's summer soon, and it won't be long before the devil's air raid will start again, how is the situation in the air-raid 'shelter'? Can you make sure that all the children go in?" In the bereaved school on the outskirts of the city, Yisheng looked at the children running and playing on the 'playground' field, sighed lightly, and asked the principal beside him.

The children here are all orphans without parents, their fathers sacrificed their lives for the country, their homes were shattered overnight, they should have a clean blue sky to grow up worry-free, but now she can only barely maintain for them, such a gray fog 'cloud' 'cloud' canopy.

There are so few things she can do that people can only search according to the list of the dead, but still, only a few can be found.

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and it is displaced.

"Madame, don't worry, we're already making preparations in advance. The principal said as he walked down the steps with Yisheng.

"Is the funding enough?" Yisheng asked again.

There is still a surplus, plus the check that Madame sent her a few days ago, it is enough. ”

While talking, they had already walked down the aisle on the 'gymnastics' field, and the children on the 'gymnastics' field saw Yisheng and ran over happily calling "Mommy, Mommy".

Yisheng's heart warmed, squatted down and smiled gently, and asked one by one: "Have you listened to the teacher in school these days?

"The teacher taught me to memorize Yue Fei's "Man Jianghong" ......"

"I had an arithmetic class this morning......"

……

They still chirped, and a slightly older boy looked at her with a wistful look on his face—

"Mom, Mom, the new teacher taught us to sing a song, shall we sing it to you?"

She smiled slightly, reached out and 'touched' his head, "Okay." ”

So the children's clear singing sounded—

"O Swallow, you are from the North, O Swallow, you are from the North, and you know which villages have suffered, and which towns have become slaughterhouses?

O Swallow, you are from the North, O Swallow, you are from the North, and you know who is our hated enemy, who died heroically for the Motherland?

Swallow, you are from the north, Swallow, you are from the north, you know that one day I will return to my hometown, who is the jackal under my sword?"

The children are still too young to fully appreciate the deep feelings contained in this song, but she can't help but burst into tears in this childish song.

Out of the big 'door' of the school, the guard Xiao Sun opened the car 'door' for her.

She looked up at the sky through the window, there was sunshine, and it was sunny.

Rouxi's sunshine sprinkled warmly on her, isn't it possible to send the same warmth to him beyond the mountains and rivers?

She did not return to England, but the classification was still inevitable.

Although she wanted to go with him like that, she understood better that she was a 'woman' and ran with the army for a long time, and it was inappropriate to indulge in alcohol.

Moreover, in Chongqing, she also has her own responsibilities.

So in those bombardments one after another, between the sickbeds, she always accompanied Mrs. Feng, doing her greatest duty as a daughter-in-law and a 'daughter'.

Therefore, she tried her best to do what she could, gave speeches to calm the hearts of the people, went to the front line to boost morale, enlisted international aid, opened schools and orphanages for the bereaved, set up textile factories, gathered the families of the Central China army who could be found, and relied on production to support the anti-Japanese war, while also calming the hearts of the soldiers at the front.

She is firmly guarding this home for him, so that he can serve the battlefield without worry.

She always remembered that day, she didn't care about it, she had to stay, she thought she would be angry.

But in the end, he just smiled, with a little helplessness and a little connivance, and reached out and hugged her into his arms, "Then stay, see how your husband drove the little devil out." ”

She snuggled tightly into his arms, her voice choking, "I've been watching." ”

Yes, she's been watching.

Watch time torment in iron and fire, watch the years pass in blood and tears, watch the flesh and blood build a trench, there is no retreat from death, watch the loyal soul and righteousness fly in the nine domains, and everyone is united.

In the roaring sound of artillery fire, thousands of days and nights were turned over, 1939, 19401941...... Until now.

There is a light that begins to penetrate the despair in people's eyes, and everyone begins to run to tell each other - the little devil's qi is about to run out!

In the midst of these voices, she began to wait for his return, began to indulge herself in thinking about the 'daughter' in England, and began to paint a beautiful picture in her heart, with him, with her, and her.

Suddenly, a sharp air raid siren pierced the clear sky and interrupted her thoughts.

Xiao Sun and the driver in the front row both changed their faces, "Madam, it's still a long way back to the mansion, I'm afraid it's too late, we have to find an air-raid 'hole' to avoid immediately!"