Hua Ting's awakening, like most of the time-traveling dramas, was to suddenly open her eyes in a snow-white ward. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, she was not the only one in the ward, and there was a white father with moist eyes standing on the edge of the bed.

It's just that the first person she thought of was Jian Yi.

"Dad, how long have I been lying here?" Compared with the excited white father, Hua Ting is extraordinarily calm and calm.

"Listen," Papa Bai's tears fell from the ground, "you have frightened all of us!" He didn't bother to call the doctor, and carefully examined the flower from head to toe, "Is there anything uncomfortable?" Headaches? Dizziness? Where you feel uncomfortable, you say it! ”

Hua Ting just repeated the words just now unusually calmly, "Dad, how long have I been lying here?" ”

Father Bai was still uneasy and checked her whole body inside and out again before replying, "Two months." ”

"What!? Only two months? Hua Tingdi jumped up from the bed and jumped out of bed with a jump of buttocks, "Where's Grandpa?" I'm going to find Grandpa! ”

If you find Grandpa, you can get Grandma's cheongsam, and if you get the cheongsam, you can cross again! She can go back to Jian Yi!

However, Daddy Bai told her in a deep voice: "Listen to Hua, your grandfather is ...... Passed away a month ago. ”

"What!?"

Over the next hour, the doctor conducted a comprehensive examination of her brain and body, and the results showed that there was no problem, she was just knocked out of her head in the bathroom of the Guangxia Hotel, and she was in a coma for two months......

The doctor also approved her discharge from the hospital with extremely complicated and apprehensive feelings.

And when this prosperous street scene of the 21st century appeared in front of her eyes, she suddenly found that she belonged to this era and couldn't adapt to it. There are no young ladies in cheongsam dresses and twisting their waists to watch the play, nor are there the gangsters in robes and vests and wearing gold chains, and there are no retro old Jim cars that symbolize status...... She really couldn't get used to it for a while.

Originally, she wanted to use Grandma's cheongsam to cross again, but her white father told her that on the day Grandpa was cremated, he burned Grandma's cheongsam to him.

So at the moment, if you want to travel back to the Republic of China, there is only one way.

The next afternoon, Hua Ting went completely crazy in the Guangxia Hotel.

At first, she was just screaming hysterically at the door of the toilet, crying with tears in her eyes, alarming the entire floor of residents and diners to come out to see what was going on. After screaming, the tears quickly evaporated with anger. She rushed out of the hotel in a rage, stood at the gate and pointed at the sky and shouted and cursed.

"Oh my God, you bastard! Relying on the fact that he has two brushes in his hand, he makes such a bad joke with people. Do you know you're going too far! If you have the ability, you can come out for me, I have to fight with you! At all costs! You have to let me go back to the Republic of China to find my Jian Yi! ”

There was such a young girl standing at the door of the hotel, which attracted guests and pedestrians inside and outside the hotel to watch and talk about it for a while.

Of course, the security guard of Guangxia Hotel can't let a female nerve scream at the door and affect the image of the hotel. It's just that for such a young girl, the security guard is not good at dragging people directly, so he first called the lobby manager to come forward to persuade her.

The lobby manager ran out to take a look, recognized Hua Ting in astonishment, and said in surprise: "Isn't this Miss Bai who broke her head in our toilet two months ago?" Seeing the new scars on Hua Ting's forehead, still showing bright red blood, the lobby manager was even more surprised, is the toilet floor of our hotel really so slippery?

As soon as the manager said this, the security captain who was following him also remembered it, and said in the same surprise: "Yes, why did you break your head again this time?" ”

Ding Yaoyi, who was by Hua Ting's side the whole time, held her hand tightly and forcibly took her away from the hustle and bustle caused by her.

However, after so many years, when she saw Ding Yaoyi's face again, her heart could be said to be calm or dead.

The longing and heartbeat of the day have long since disappeared with time.

"Listen, what's wrong with you?"

"Ding Yaoyi, let's break up."

"What?" Ding Yaoyi, who was standing opposite her, widened his eyes in surprise after hearing this decisive breakup.

"I know you'll feel strange when you see me now, but you listen to me......" Hua Ting took a deep breath, didn't care about the wound on his forehead, raised his hand, and wiped the blood from the wound, "Whether you believe it or not, what I'm saying now is my personal experience during the two months I was in a coma. ”

So, Hua Ting told him all his experiences in Shanghai, including his grandfather Ding Sicheng, as it was, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, and finally washing his face with tears, and once again angrily denounced the hateful God.

Hua Ting really hates that mischievous God now, although the time and space tunnel suddenly transferred her to the Republic of China period, she was extremely eager to return to modern society. But when this wish came true, she was not happy at all.

Ding Yao was shocked when he heard the account of the Republic of China narrated by Hua Ting, if it was not Hua Ting, he would definitely think that the other party was a psychopath; All of Hua Ting's experiences in the Republic of China, including his grandfather's affairs, all coincide with all the deeds he heard about his grandfather in his grandfather's mouth, and he has never said these words to anyone outside the family, so he completely believes that Hua Ting's crossing is true!

"Let's break up, Ding Yaoyi."

This is Hua Ting, the last sentence he said to Ding Yaoyi.

On the day of the freshman registration, Hua Ting didn't go, she needed time to adjust herself, and she couldn't devote herself to the 21st century that she had been thinking about.

She had insomnia and her heart ached so badly that it was like a bullet piercing her heart, and she could see a bloody hole burst out of her heart, and the pain was terrible.

One day, two months later, she finally mustered up her courage.

When she typed in the two words that made her think about it day and night, Jian Yi, with trembling hands, she realized that she was like a poppy addict, and she almost went crazy thinking about him.

There is very little information about Jian Yi on the website, but it is only briefly introduced how he rejected the pull of the Japanese, adhered to the "Northeast Change of Banner", and made great contributions to the reunification of the motherland and national unity......

Regarding the family, the record is more concise and clear, with only 8 words "lost his wife in his early years and never married".

Hua Ting continued to search, and finally found sporadic clips about him in some relatively unpopular news pages.

It was the day of the victory of the Anti-Japanese War in 1945, and the reporter interviewed Jian Yi.

On the yellowed newspaper page in the picture, Jian Yi's face is blurred, and he can only vaguely distinguish the outline of his face, and the reporter asked him what he thinks of the victory of the Anti-Japanese War.

Jian Yi, this kid is still always not serious, and he answered the question: I said that I knew that this day would be victorious, do you believe it or not? I didn't believe it at once, but there was a girl who swore to me that I would live until August 15, 1945, and I wanted to say ...... I lived, but she wasn't.

I guess the reporter also felt quite puzzled, so he didn't continue on this topic.

The latter question is about Jian Yi's marriage.

The reporter asked him if he had any plans to remarry? (Presumably a reporter)

The boy's answer brought tears to her eyes.

He said, I'm waiting for someone.

And this is exactly the empty promise that Hua Ting made to him before leaving.

He said, I always believed that she would come back, and I waited for her.

I'll wait for her......

Hua Ting lay in front of the computer, crying uncontrollably.

Jian Yi, is it your life?

***

After almost 100 years of polishing, Shanghai has long ceased to be the same as it was during the Republic of China, and the whole city has undergone almost earth-shaking changes.

Although the buildings in the concession area have survived for thousands of years, the scenery is no longer the same as in the old days.

She went to the "Xuhui Concession Area" in the past and found that it was the best preserved place of all the old places, basically maintaining the same appearance as it was back then.

Because there are more than 200 garden houses of different styles during the Republic of China, most of which are still intact after the war, making this neighborhood a sample of modern architecture. When the Shanghai Municipal Government renovated the Xuhui Mansion District, it has also been focusing on maintaining the original appearance and restoring the style of the Republic of China to the greatest extent.

Hua Ting got her wish and found the Jian Mansion where she and Jian lived for a short time. The total construction area of Jian Mansion used to be more than 700 square meters, with a total of two buildings and one bungalow, but now only a two-story Western-style building remains at Yingyuan Gate.

The current Jian Mansion has been transformed into the "Shanghai Anti-Japanese War Memorial Hall" and is open to the public, and Hua Ting did not hesitate to go in to visit.

The fireplace and sofa in the living room still maintain their original appearance, but the two wedding photos of 16 carats above the fireplace are missing; Hua Ting stood in front of the fireplace, looking up at the empty wall blankly, holding back her tears, she could imagine that the photo must have been buried with Jian Yi's body......

And about her, the once smash hit "Mrs. Jane", there are very few records in history, she can't search for it at all, only in a relatively unpopular historical material, I have seen a record of the only daughter of the gangster Bai Qihong, as if she died in an accident at home in her early years......

Perhaps, she didn't exist in that history at all......

Or, that six-year-long experience of the Republic of China was just a dream for her, and it never happened......

She paced slowly, carefully and slowly observing the furnishings of the room, and finally sat down at a table covered with a snow-white tablecloth.

She felt in a trance that it seemed that in the next second, Jian Yi would come out of the kitchen with two plates of steaming braised pork ribs, and said to her triumphantly: "Sister Hua!" You are haunted by your dreams, and you are full of praise! ”

She sniffed, tried to hold back a basket of tears, shook her head, and it was an illusion, as if she heard Jian Yi's footsteps coming down the stairs, unhurriedly, in a jumping mode "kick, kick, kick" ran towards her, she finally couldn't control it, lying on the table and crying.

I miss you so much, Jane.

What am I going to do?

You taught me how to live bravely in this era that is my own?

I want to go to Peking with you, even if it is a rainy day, I want to welcome the arrival of August 15, 1945 with you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

But what should I do?

I don't know how long I cried at the dinner table, and when I left, Hua Ting stopped in front of the courtyard garden; The small garden in the courtyard is as full of moon flowers as it was back then. Whenever the spring is warm in April, the flowers bloom into the sea, and the deep red and light white of the garden reveal the fragrance. When the sunset at dusk sprinkled a pale golden slanting, she walked alone on the garden path, thinking about eighty years ago, the spring color of the Jian Mansion was also bright and fresh, and there was a deep melancholy between her eyebrows.

She suddenly remembered the Baoshan Temple, and that night she asked Jian Yi to bury the golden pocket watch under the hundred-year-old locust tree in the Baoshan Temple.

Wiping away her tears, she stopped a taxi and rushed to her destination.

And borrowed a shovel from the master in the temple, and under the gaze of a pair of surprised eyes, she struggled to shovel away a circle of mud around the locust tree.

Considering the strength of her lazy person, Jian Yi was not buried deeply, and what appeared in the field of vision was a small dark brown wooden box.

With trembling hands, she opened the small wooden box, and what caught her eye was an old black-and-white photograph that was somewhat yellowed.

The two people in the photo are smiling gently, looking like they have been quiet for years.

The spring breeze that day was like such a solidified black and white photo, Jane was also dressed in a suit, with a long body, slightly raised her eyebrows, and bloomed a flying and free smile.

She still remembers what Jian Yi said on the day of the photoshoot, he said: "I don't know when Sister Hua will go back and want to take a photo with you other than the wedding photo, this request is not too much, right?" ”

Pictures made of memories played back like a marquee between the flickers of her eyelashes.

She thought about it a little more, and she could clearly hear the gentle voice of "Sister Flower" with some ridicule.

Closing her eyes, the picture in her memory was frozen on the day she met Jian Yi for the first time, he smiled shallowly, responding to the golden sunlight outside the window, and gently and ruffianly expanded a romantic bracket around his mouth.

It's too handsome to do.

***

Memories are always tormenting.

She took photos and pocket watches, spent almost half a year, barely sorted out her mood, lived back the life she should have at her age, and went to the police academy to report.

Life in the police academy is nothing more than that, except for all kinds of whistles floating in my ears every day, which is the commander's password; Running more than 20 kilometers a day has nothing to do with the weather, and it has nothing to do with the great aunt. The daily repetition of shooting lessons and all kinds of actual combat exercises are nothing compared to the rain of bullets and bullets in Shanghai.

Hua Ting felt particularly boring.

With Hua Ting's marksmanship, coupled with the fact that she is a woman, she naturally stands out among a group of freshmen, and her reputation is so good that she can't do it.

The boys are not as good as her, just with their little marksmanship and tricks, they naturally can't get into the eyes of Hua Ting, how can these little boys who are weak and only hit the target once in ten shots, how can they compare with Jane? !

It's like you've come to play at home!

This is also a shooting class, Hua Ting was bored playing with the QSZ92 semi-automatic pistol in his hand, and suddenly heard a male classmate next to him say: "In our school, he should be the only one who can compare marksmanship with classmate Bai!" ”

"Him?" Hua Ting looked back in surprise.

The male classmate pointed out to her, "No, class 8, it is rumored that the marksmanship is very accurate, why don't you two try it out?" ”

The man 10 meters away, wearing a camouflage cap, stood casually, the shadow of the hat covering most of his face, and although his cheeks were slightly sharp due to his thinness, he was overall clean and gentle. He seemed to be as bored as she was with this kind of day-to-day shooting lessons, and he just raised his hand slightly and fired a few shots, all of which hit hearts, causing a group of girls around him to scream.

He hooked the QSZ92 semi-automatic pistol around his index finger a few times before slowly turning his head back.

Hua Ting's breathing stopped at this moment, and she stood straight in place, unable to react for a long time.

He curled the corners of his lips at her slightly, made a simple gesture to shoot, and then grinned a shallow smile at the corner of his mouth, and raised his hand to move the brim of his hat a little, and the familiar peach blossom eyes reflected the warm afternoon sun, revealing the first ruffian.

He smiled at her, merry and handsome. (To be continued.) )