The road was already long and boundless, but the way back seemed even farther away. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhou Xiang almost broke her leg when she ran, she exhaled heavily, and kept shuttling through the alley, the footsteps that were chasing after her seemed to be a deadly sword, as if she was about to stab into her chest in the next moment.

She is not afraid of death, but even if she wants to die, she has to see Ji Yuan to die.

She still had a lot to say to Ji Yuan, and she hadn't told him that what he saved at the Grand Theater that year was not only her people, but also her heart.

So, she can't die here, she must not die here.

Zhou Xiang ran desperately, Xiao Er, who was originally running in front of her, didn't know where she had gone after turning a few corners, she had no energy or heart to follow his traces again, so she could only run back the way she came, run to the dilapidated hotel, and hide again.

Fortunately, it was at night, but fortunately, she had a great life, and she finally escaped.

has been like the footsteps of a soul chasing sword, I don't know when the figure disappeared, Zhou Xiang took a big breath, lived in the cellar, hugged his knees and shrunk tightly, the face of the white jade plate was buried deep between his knees, and the tears that had not been seen for a long time rolled down in large pieces.

It was a sleepless night.

Time in the cellar is obscure, depressing, and completely unaware of the geometry of the world outside.

When she was awake again, her whole back would stiffen.

The gunfire outside has not stopped, with yesterday's experience, Zhou Xiang no longer dares to act recklessly, taking advantage of the fact that there is no one in the yard, he hurriedly went out to find some cold steamed buns and rotten vegetable roots from the kitchen, picked them up, and hid in the cellar with a bowl of well water to fill his stomach in a hurry.

She was the eldest lady of the upstart family, even though she was more courageous than ordinary girls, but this kind of suffering was the first time she could eat it.

If her father and mother saw it, she would definitely be reluctant, but she completely endured it.

With the first time, there is a second time, because she eats three meals a day, and one meal is more shabby than the other. Two days ago, there were some cold steamed buns, but when the steamed buns were finished, they had to use water to satisfy their hunger, and occasionally picked up the rotten potatoes scattered in the yard, and they had to be happy for a while.

If so, three days passed. For three days, the sound of killing outside had been incessant, and even though she hid in the cellar to hide her ears and close her eyes, the scene before the shopkeeper's death still kept remembering in her mind.

At this time, she understood Wanchun's feelings when she went to the battlefield with the army that day, frightened, and disgusted.

Fear the horror of war, and hate the cruelty and bloodshed of war.

It's just that I don't know, how Ji Yuan, who is fighting on the front line, will feel about the war?

She hid her face with her sleeves, and she relied on Ji Yuan all these days to support her until now. At this time, he heard that there was no gunfire outside for a long time, Zhou Xiang wiped his tears and slowly lifted the lid of the cellar.

After two or three days, she had already figured out a set of ways to calculate the time, and at this time it was dark outside, and she would not be easily discovered when she went out, so she tightened her belt, took her hat and walked carefully to the front.

The people who called for war yesterday made a fuss, and it has become more and more dilapidated, and the two gates that were open to the other side have also been smashed to only half of them. Zhou Xiang shrunk and looked out from the half of the door, the corpse that was there yesterday on the street was actually gone today.

Not only is it gone, but even the scattered knives and guns on the ground are unknown to who took them.

It seems that someone has won the battle.

But did the Japanese win, or did the defenders win? Zhou Xiang was really not sure, so he had to shrink back to the cellar again, and wait for tomorrow morning, and then secretly get up to take a closer look.

She now regarded the cellar as a place to settle down, and it was only after she returned that she carefully closed the lid of the cellar before she dared to close her eyes and rest.

It's just that he can only rest for an hour, and he doesn't dare to fall asleep completely, so in the middle of the night, Wanchun suddenly heard a movement outside, mixed with human voices.

Speaking the local dialect!

Zhou Xiang was startled and then rejoiced, she hurriedly got up, lifted the lid of the cellar slightly, and looked out, but saw that the lights were bright in front of her, I don't know who lit the torch, and two or three people walked into the courtyard under the light of the fire and said, "See if there is anything to eat in the back kitchen?" After three days and three nights of fighting, he barely drank much saliva, and Lao Tzu is now dying of hunger. ”

"You're hungry, isn't the general hungry? I didn't listen to the general's call. The man behind him laughed and cursed, and walked into the back kitchen.

Zhou Xiang held the lid and was surprised, listening to the accents of the two, there was some Beijing accent in it, but it was not like the voices just now.

She was contemplating, not beware of those people coming out of the back kitchen again, and said in a loud voice: "What a broken ground, not even a grain of rice, what kind of hostel is this?" ”

One person said: "The Japanese devils have been looted in front of Baobuqi, and it is thanks to the combination of the general and the young marshal that the enemy can be driven into this gourd island, and the front and back are flanked, and they are all wiped out, otherwise the people of Jinzhou and Jinxi will only have more casualties." ”

When Zhou Xiang heard this, Fang Zhilai was indeed his own person, so he took off the lid and rushed out and said, "You really beat the devil away?" ”

The people who spoke unexpectedly were still in the courtyard, and they were shocked, and they took out their guns and pointed them at Zhou Xiang and shouted, "Who are you?" ”

Zhou Xiang wiped his face and said: "Don't shoot, it's your own people, I'm from the old Beijing, and I listen to the two accents are also from the capital, but I don't know which general the two are talking about, and which one is the young marshal?" ”

When the two of them heard her speak, it was really in Beijing, and they were also shocked: "Since you are from Beijing, what are you doing here in Huludao, and what are you doing sneakily hiding here?" ”

"I ......"

Zhou Xiang opened his mouth, and was about to tell his identity, and then ask them about Ji Yuan, but she didn't want her to speak, but she had already heard the sound of talking in the courtyard in front of her, and immediately a group of people poured into the courtyard and said: "I told you two to find something to eat for so long, we didn't die on the battlefield, but we were going to starve to death on the battlefield." ”

Although the man's voice was hoarse, as soon as Zhou Xiang heard it, he heard that it was Ji Yuan's voice.

She hurriedly pushed away the two people standing in front of her, revealing her body and saying in surprise: "Ji Yuan!" ”

Everyone in the courtyard made her stunned, and before she could come back to her senses, Xiang Jiyuan had already frowned: "Are you ...... Zhou Xiang? ”

"Uh-huh." Zhou Xiang almost cried with joy, tore off his hat with tears, and responded to him with a smile, "It's me." ”

"You ......"

Ji Yuan didn't expect it to be her, his eyes floated up and down on her body, and he saw that what she was wearing was extremely dirty, and the bun on her head didn't know when it was scattered, messy and coiled behind her head, with a face like a cat, black and white.

If she hadn't admitted it, he wouldn't have believed it.