Hello everyone, my name is Zu Anguo, and I am an ordinary Liaoshen person.

My biggest dream is to open my own bookstore in Shencheng, because my favorite pastime is to read.

Although I am not good-looking, my family is also poor.

But I'm very optimistic, and any difficulty can be turned into a joke or a game in my eyes, so my friends like me very much.

In 1925, there were still three years before Zhang Dashuai was killed by the Japanese people.

My good friend and I, the mason Elfau, secretly got into his family's carriage and went to the city to join my uncle.

Along the way, we were dreaming and singing a minor tune, when suddenly the horses were inexplicably frightened.

Our carriage galloped all the way through the grove and into the village.

The poor horses finally quieted down, and his friend Elfucci repaired the carriage alone.

Not far away, I saw a lovely little girl outside a barn, and I went up to talk to her, told her a few jokes, and made her laugh incessantly.

At this moment, a beautiful woman fell from the sky, and I quickly ran over to catch it.

Looking at the girl lying in my arms, wearing a Western dress, I thought to myself that this must be some eldest lady who has returned from studying abroad.

She was so beautiful, like a princess in one of those foreign countries.

So I blurted out: Good morning, princess!

The beautiful woman was amused by me, and then she frowned and told me that she had been stung on her leg by a wasp in order to help the little girl disperse the hornet's nest in the barn, and then she accidentally fell off the barn.

I immediately used my mouth to help her suck the bee poison out of her leg, and then found some herbs to apply to her.

The beauty said how to thank me, of course I said I didn't need to thank me, but I saw that her eggs were good, so I took 4 eggs and left.

After saying goodbye to the beauty, I went into town with my good friend Elfau, and finally found my uncle.

He was the director of a large hotel and agreed to arrange for me to be a runner in the hotel.

The next day, I accompanied Elfucci to a fellow countryman's clothing store and settled Elfucci to work.

After settling down in the city, I wanted to open a bookstore, and I had to go to the city hall to go through the formalities, and the staff said that I wanted the leader to sign, and the leader told me that there was no money, and he would not sign. In the end, I had no choice but to leave.

Wandering the streets on the second-hand bike I had just bought, riding and riding and seeing the beautiful woman I had seen in the barn.

It turned out that she was a teacher at a nearby elementary school.

Just then, the brakes of my hapless used bike failed, and I sprinted down a big downhill towards the beautiful woman and fell on top of her.

Although this way of meeting was very awkward and funny, I smiled at her and said loudly: Good morning, my princess.

The bookstore didn't open, so I had to honestly continue to run in my uncle's restaurant.

One day, on the way to work, I saw the beautiful woman again, I hid behind my good friend Elfau, and suddenly appeared in front of her when the beautiful woman approached.

I laughed and said to her loudly: Good morning, my princess!

The beautiful woman smiled, and she seemed to be very surprised when she met me.

On this day, while I was working at a restaurant, I met a strange Dr. Ben who liked to guess riddles.

I think the riddles he said were so simple that I could guess them every time.

But he thought I was too smart and praised me all the time.

At this moment, a guest came to the hotel, a school inspector sent by the young marshal's mansion, and I heard him say that he was going to check the school of that beautiful woman.

I stole his clothes and papers, and went to the princess's school to pretend to be forced to do so.

Standing on the podium, in front of the principal of the school and all the teachers and students of the school, I sarcastically called the Japanese devil, and then shouted at the beauty: Good morning, my princess!

The beautiful woman looked at me and smiled happily again. Only then did I know that her name was Yan Limei.

At school, I found out that the beautiful woman was going to watch the troupe invited by the young marshal's wife to sing Peking Opera at night.

I tried my best to squeeze into the theater, but Yan Limei sat in the private room on the second floor, and I could only sit downstairs.

All night, I didn't listen to a single word of drama, and kept turning my head to look at Yan Limei upstairs.

Unexpectedly, when the whole scene was about to end, she really saw me sitting downstairs from upstairs.

After the play, it was raining heavily, so I stole another car, pretended to be the driver of the beautiful girl's boyfriend, and picked up the beautiful woman.

Although I don't know how to drive (which is exciting, isn't it), although I crashed a covered car into a convertible.

But this night I still touched my princess with my romance.

I rolled out a long red carpet for her on a rainy day, and then, with a little trick, conjured a key that fell from the sky and gave it to her.

In the end, I made a bold and passionate confession that successfully touched her heart.

In this way, on the day of the engagement of the beautiful woman, I rode a military horse abandoned by the Japanese and took my princess.

We found an old house to rent, I opened a small bookstore, and my wife Yan Limei is still a teacher in a primary school.

The only thing that makes me feel guilty is that my wife's family conditions are very good, and she could have married a high-ranking government official and comfortably become an official's wife.

But because she followed me, she could only live a poor life every day, so I vowed in my heart to love her even more.

In the blink of an eye, 8 years have passed. The Northeast fell, Manchukuo was established, and the land of China was invaded by the iron hooves of the Wa State.

But I'm just a small common man, and national affairs never seem to have anything to do with me.

My wife and I have lived happily for 8 years, and we have also given birth to a handsome, clever son who I have always felt as handsome as I am.

But others say that I have a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, and my son has inherited my wife's appearance, I don't argue with them, anyway, this is my son, let them envy it.

But if there is a comedy in life, there will be a tragedy.

The streets of Shencheng have long been less prosperous than they used to be, and they are full of Japanese soldiers.

One morning, I was walking down the road with my son when he suddenly asked me why there was a store with a sign on the door that said "Chinese and dogs are not allowed."

I was very angry in my heart, but looking at my son's innocent eyes, I didn't want his childhood to be left with memories of discrimination and hatred.

So I forced a smile and told him, "Everyone has their own preferences, and the owner of this shop may just not like dogs and Chinese." You don't like spiders, I don't like hooligans, and we can put up a sign in front of our bookstore saying that hooligans and spiders are not allowed."

Soon our peaceful life was shattered, the Northeast fell, and the Japanese established the puppet Manchukuo.

Not long after, my son and I were arrested at home by the Japanese soldiers, who said that they had found anti-Japanese books in my bookstore, so they wanted to take us to the labor camp.

His wife Yan Limei's family has a lot of power in the Northeast, and the Japanese soldiers originally let her go.

But she couldn't bear us, and finally resolutely got on the train to the labor camp with us.

Watching her walk on the train with a determined face, my heart was broken at that moment, but in front of my son, I had to be strong, I couldn't let his childhood memories be filled with these darkness, and I couldn't let him be scared and afraid, because in the labor camp, children are the least likely to survive.

The train soon pulled us into the labor camp of the Japanese people.

I took my son, escorted by the Japanese soldiers, into a dirty and messy laborer's dormitory.

How can I keep my son's soul from being hurt in such a hostile environment?

By the way, my son usually likes tanks the most, and every time the iron tanks of the Northeast Army pass by the door of his house, he is very excited.

I finally came up with a solution.

Holding back the fear in my heart, I told my son with a smile on my face that this labor camp is a big playground, and everyone can get corresponding points as long as they complete the various tasks set by those fierce Japanese soldiers, and the more they suffer, the more points they will have, and when they accumulate 1,000 points, they can get a grand prize and drive a real tank home.

Looking at my son's surprised expression, I knew that my son believed my lies.

At this moment, several U soldiers rushed in, and they asked those present in broken Chinese if anyone could speak U Guo.

In order not to let my son know the truth, I was ruthless, even though I knew that I couldn't speak the Japanese language, I also walked up hard.

A Japanese soldier was talking about the rules and requirements of the labor camp, and I was pretending to translate what I wanted to tell my son.

This is a contest where the first person to accumulate a thousand points will win a real tank......

Just when I changed all the words of the Japanese soldiers to what I wanted to say to my son, I saw several times that someone below wanted to ask questions, and I begged them with my eyes not to demolish me.

Fortunately, no one stood up to debunk me in the end, and these Japanese soldiers really couldn't understand Huaxia.

When they finished talking about the rules of the camp and turned to walk out of the labor dormitory, I almost fainted with cold sweat on my head.

But looking at my son's excited eyes, I didn't dare to relax for even a moment, because I knew that here, the only person who could protect my son was me.

Life in the labor camp was a rough one, with fiery castings, flying sparks, and bulky equipment.

The workshop where I work is full of dust and soot, and it is like a hell on earth.

The Japanese soldiers made us work in such an environment day and night.

Every day when I returned to the dormitory from the workshop, I was so tired that I didn't have any strength in my body.

But as soon as I see my son's happy eyes, I will cheer up and tell him with a smile that he did very well today and how many points he can get.

The food given to us by the Japanese people became less and less, so I kept what my son had to eat every day and went to work hungry myself.

But it's not a big deal, after all, I can still stay with my son, can I!?

Lying on the filthy bed, I suddenly remembered my wife, who was locked up with a female laborer, weaving cloth for the Japanese people, and wondered how she was doing now.

She must be worried about us, and if there is no news of me and my son in the labor camp, I don't know how long she will be able to hold out, and I must find a way to report to her.

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