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The Emperor's Edict of Surrender had been issued, and there was a depressing atmosphere throughout Japan.

Sendai, protected from the ravages of war, is as good as ever, with autumn colors, high skies and light clouds, and a warm ocean atmosphere mixed with a hint of leisure.

Many students at Tohoku Imperial University had a sad and disbelieving look on their faces, and they had no intention of attending classes, often gathering in groups, sometimes arguing fiercely, and more often sitting in silence with each other speechless.

Among them, Takeda-kun was especially important, who passed the medical examination after graduation, spent three years on the battlefields of China, and was later ordered to return to train students in colleges and universities to cultivate their sense of patriotism.

"How could our superior Yamato nation be defeated by the Chinese pigs, if there were no two atomic bombs from the United States, it would have been just around the corner to jointly build a Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Circle and let His Majesty the Emperor enjoy great glory!"

A boy with glasses lowered his head and said in a small voice: "Mr. Takeda, our original goal was to capture China in three months, but there are many excellent officers who died in China, just like the ancestors of Kitajima who you often talk about......"

His voice slowly lowered.

Takeda didn't speak, and his small, slit-thin eyes were covered with a layer of sadness.

Kitajima-kun, it's been a year since I died.

From the moment the wing commander who commanded the Battle of Matsuyama gave the order to burn the military flag, he knew that Kitajima-kun's situation would not be very optimistic, but he never thought that he would not even have a chance to withdraw.

Except that Lieutenant Kinoshita, who took advantage of the night, with the deeds book of meritorious soldiers and the suicide notes and diaries of the officers and soldiers of the Matsuyama garrison, was ordered to disguise himself as a Chinese and escaped, this elite unit turned out to be all jade shattered! As soon as the news came out, the whole country mourned, and the emperor personally sent a memorial letter and posthumously promoted Lieutenant Colonel Kitajima to general.

"None of them were captured or surrendered, and they all died on the battlefield to defend the glory of the emperor, which is the pride of our Yamato nation!"

"The spirit of the ancestors of the North Island who burned the military flag and led the rest of the troops to launch a death charge against the attacking Chinese defenders is commendable!"

A young man stood up, waved his arms, and looked a little proud: "What's more, the war in Songshan also caused China to lose a famous general!" ”

Thinking of the words in Kitajima-kun's diary, Takeda Fang's face was solemn.

Famous generals...... He was indeed a great soldier and a good general.

"Look, teacher, isn't that window pink our beautiful national flower!"

Looking in the direction pointed by the student, Takeda's expression suddenly became surprised, although it was not clear from a distance, but the soft color of the petals, the perfect shape, was not the cherry blossom?

Obviously, at this time, the cherry blossoms should have been thankful for a long time......

The small courtyard is covered with yellow leaves, layer by layer, and then the one that floats down is pressed on the top of the first fall, accumulating a layer of considerable thickness, stepping on it, as if you can clearly hear the sound of the weeping old leaf veins breaking, and the crisp stirring in the heart of a small sound.

Under the tree stood a woman with a good figure, wearing a bright red tweed dress, bright and conspicuous. Occasionally, the cool breeze blew through her neck and black hair, and others might feel itchy, but she didn't seem to feel it at all, just looking at the branches that were about to fall bald.

"Madam, Twelve just woke up, I can't see you crying all the time, please go up and have a look!"

Hideko Hase, who was dressed in clogs, trotted all the way downstairs, and her voice was very eager.

"I just fell asleep, why did I wake up?"

She said as she went upstairs, still wondering in her heart.

Hideko's face was a little helpless: "The cherry blossoms on the windowsill have withered a little, and the head of the house went to change it himself, and he walked lightly, and he didn't know why he was noisy until twelve, and he cried when he opened his eyes." ”

The two of them had already walked up to the second floor while talking, opened the door and entered, only to see a man as warm as jade holding the milk doll in his arms with a tender face, and his long legs supporting the cradle that had been tilted a little on one side, in a strange twisted posture.

He also coaxed the child softly unconsciously: "Good, don't cry twelve, uncle hug"

The milk doll has an excellent face, although it is still a small baby, but it is already handsome and has a high nose, it is not difficult to see that it looks exquisite. The villain delicately pressed the chest in front of him, babbling and not knowing what was "um", and his saliva was wet - a large piece of the expensive suit.

It's obviously a scene full of warmth, but it's a little funny because of the embarrassment that men have always seen.

Hideko can still try her best to hold back, only the corners of her mouth are pursed with a shallow arc, and Zhixian is completely unable to hold back, and her smile is exposed.

Xu Shaozhen was flawlessly distracted, and occasionally raised his eyes to see the two of them coming in, and was about to speak, but he was afraid of scaring the baby in his arms, so he raised his chin and pointed to the cradle on the side of his leg.

Hideko hurried to help the cradle, the rattan woven thing can be calm.

"Come, give it to me."

Zhixian stepped forward and took Twelve from his arms.

Xu Shaozhen looked at the little man who heard her voice, his eyes were wide and round as if he was about to look around, and he laughed angrily: "Like your mother, she is a thankless person." ”

Fu looked at Zhixian again and said, "My legs are numb, and I don't have any nostalgia when I hear your voice." ”

"What are you doing with it? It can't be broken if it falls," Zhi Xian rubbed on the soft neck socket of Twelve, raised his eyes and said: "It's not down, you still have to use it as an excuse to accuse Twelve." ”

Xu Shaozhen smiled, didn't speak, picked up the cluster of cherry blossoms blooming on the table and walked towards the window.

Isn't he afraid that the sound will be too loud and scare Twelve?

I'm a mother, and I'm still so sharp-toothed. After her hair was cut short, she seemed to be a little younger, and every time he caught a glimpse of her slightly playful smile and gentle expression in the face of twelve, he couldn't help but think of Paris many years ago, and Shanghai many years ago.

His love had never changed, just as her faint polite detachment had never disappeared.

Although Zhixian didn't say it, he could indeed detect it, probably just like the affection he thought was hidden in front of her.

"The war has been won."

Glancing at Twelve, who was already asleep in her arms, Zhixian said softly, "I want to go back to China." ”

Xu Shaozhen's hand holding the withered flower stiffened, and he turned around with a normal expression: "Let's go out and say, don't wake up Twelve." ”

Zhixian nodded in response, put the little man into the cradle, and then walked out with his footsteps.

A year ago, she thought that she would become a threatening weight in Kitajima Mu's hands, but when she woke up the next day, she found herself on the ferry, surrounded by endless blue colors.

The moment he saw Xu Shaozhen, Zhixian understood everything. (To be continued.) )