Chapter 1222 Holocaust Memorial

"Hey, I'm a little scared of ......"

Standing in front of the Jinghua Massacre Memorial Hall, Xiao Yuqing hesitated, her bright face showed a look of horror, and she looked at Liu Weihong, her big black eyes were timid.

This is the first time that Xiao Yuqing has shown such a frightened look in front of Liu Weihong.

Liu Weihong said in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, there are some things that always need to be remembered." When we look at the memorial now, we are afraid, what kind of mood our ancestors would have felt when they faced all this more than 50 years ago? ”

"I'm just afraid of this, I can't help but think of the terrible situation back then, it's so bloody......"

Speaking of this, Xiao Yu couldn't help but shudder, her delicate body was closer to Liu Weihong, and her little face was a little pale.

Liu Weihong gently held her soft little hand.

Cold sweat oozed from Xiao Yuqing's palms, she was really scared.

As the capital of the former dynasty, Jinghua suffered a huge disaster more than 50 years ago, and after the Japanese army broke the city, they carried out a massacre of extermination of humanity in this beautiful and prosperous city.

The Holocaust Memorial Hall was built on the site of one of the mass graves of the Japanese massacre. Ten years ago, the fortieth anniversary of Japan's unconditional surrender was inaugurated.

The first stop of Liu Weihong's "Weifu Private Visit" was to visit the Holocaust Memorial Museum.

In the past, when Liu Weihong came to Jinghua, he also visited this memorial, but this time, the significance is unusual. From now on, he is no longer a guest, but one of the builders and managers of such a city. In the future, Liu Weihong will dedicate his enthusiasm and wisdom to Jinghua City, which has suffered greatly.

Xiao Yuqing was very excited, and she almost didn't sleep well last night.

Speaking of which, she and Liu Weihong have known each other for many years, and when she first met Liu Weihong, she was just a young high school girl. Over the years, I have been struggling, trying to break free from the fetters of this strand of love, but everything is in vain, and the more I struggle, the deeper I fall. Like a spring silkworm, it is a cocoon and self-bound.

Now a few years have passed, and the young girl has grown into a charming and charming new urban girl. Everything is changing, and the only thing that remains the same is her growing fascination with Liu Weihong.

Now, the lover in the dream is finally under the sky of the same city as himself day and night, how can it not make Xiao Yu's heart bloom?

When Liu Weihong was in the capital, she was also in the capital, but it was different.

They all grew up in the capital, the capital is their home, and all their relatives and friends almost live in the same circle as them.

When I arrived in Jinghua, I no longer had such concerns.

Xiao Yuqing immediately asked for leave from the station, dressed herself up beautifully early in the morning, and couldn't wait to call Liu Weihong and pester him to accompany him to "go shopping".

Aren't you going to have a private interview with WeChat?

Just right, I'll accompany you!

It's just that Xiao Yuqing didn't expect that Liu Weihong led her directly to the Massacre Memorial Hall. Xiao Yuqing went to the Jinghua Reporter Station for an internship, and she wanted to visit the memorial hall several times, but she didn't do it because she was afraid. Once, even when I arrived at the entrance of the memorial hall, I hesitated and retreated.

Xiao Yuqing gives the impression that the sky is not afraid of the earth. When the little girl's family was still in college, they dared to follow the Xinhua News Agency reporter to Mogadishu, the capital of Somalia in the world at that time, to conduct on-site interviews. was praised as a "heroine" by her classmates in the Department of Journalism of Capital University, especially several of her best friends, who privately called her "stupid and bold". As for following the press corps, trekking the entire Silk Road, crossing the Great Desert and the Gobi Desert, relatively speaking, it is just a piece of cake.

However, that doesn't mean there isn't something to fear in her heart.

Standing in front of the memorial hall, it seems that he has already felt the gloomy atmosphere coming to his face, even if the sun is shining, even if Liu Weihong is by his side, Xiao Yuqing still can't help but be afraid.

In fact, every girl, no matter how flamboyant and fierce her appearance is, deep down, there will be a most delicate and gentle place, but it is usually difficult to touch.

In front of Liu Weihong, Xiao Yuqing no longer needs to deliberately hide anything.

"Don't be afraid. If you're really scared later, close your eyes, I'm here. ”

Liu Weihong understood Xiao Yuqing's mood very well, held her little hand tightly, and comforted her softly.

"Hmmm......"

Xiao Yuqing nodded lightly, thought about it, put on the sunglasses she had just taken off again, held Liu Weihong's hand vigorously, and walked into the memorial hall together.

The memorial hall covers a vast area, more than 30,000 square meters, with a construction area of 5,000 square meters. The building is made of gray-white marble, magnificent, solemn, with historical materials, cultural relics, architecture, sculpture, film and television and other comprehensive techniques, a comprehensive display of the scene of the "Jinghua Massacre".

On the left side of the main entrance of the memorial hall is engraved the name of the "Memorial Hall of the Compatriots Killed in the Jinghua Massacre of the Japanese Invasion of China" written by the supreme chief.

Walking into the memorial hall, the first part is the square display, which is composed of three exterior display places, including the memorial square, the memorial square, and the cemetery square. The memorial square is composed of a cross-shaped monument with a symbol of the time of the Jinghua Massacre engraved on the upper part, an abstract sculpture of "300,000 people who fell", a large-scale composite sculpture of "The Disaster of the Ancient City" and a dove of peace. In the memorial plaza, there is a memorial stone wall engraved with the name of the museum, lush pines and cypresses, and a stone wall engraved with the words "300,000 victims" in Chinese, English and Japanese. There are three groups of large gray stone carving reliefs on the broken walls of the cemetery square, dead trees and 17 small stele carvings on both sides of the road in the courtyard, which partially record the main sites and historical facts of the Jinghua Massacre, which is the epitome and concentrated display of the monument to the victims of the collective massacre in various parts of the city, as well as the large stone carving mother statue, the wall of the list of victims, the monument of atonement, the green tree, the lawn and many other landscapes, constitute the memorial cemetery with the theme of life and death, grief and indignation, and the scene is miserable.

When he walked into the cemetery square, Xiao Yuqing's palms kept breaking out in cold sweat, instantly wetting Liu Weihong's palms.

"Brother, why, they were so cruel back then?"

Xiao Yuqing leaned closely to Liu Weihong's side and said in a low voice.

"When the machine of violence loses its restraints, man becomes a beast ......"

"They're not even as good as beasts...... Animals are killed in order to eat and survive. When I go to Africa, as long as the African lions are full, the antelope zebra or something, they walk in front of them, and they are indifferent. ”

Liu Weihong was silent for a moment and said: "This is a kind of propaganda, and it is also the need of barbaric warfare. The Japanese military department constantly vilified us, calling us the Shina people, saying that the Shina people were inferior people, animals, and could be slaughtered and slaughtered at will. The purpose of this propaganda is to erase the conscience of the soldiers, and at the same time to make the people in the country feel that they have to start this war and that it is just. The whole of Japan is in a state of madness against the Chinese. Otherwise, they can't hold on. War always needs a group of fanatical fools to sustain it. ”

"Now that the war has long ended, why is there still this kind of propaganda in Japan? Japanese textbooks do not admit at all that their war of aggression against China was a war of aggression, nor do they admit the existence of the Jinghua Massacre. We call it the Eight-Year War of Resistance, they call it the China War, and the China Incident. They still hate us now, why? ”

"Not why, because they like to do that!"

Liu Weihong said indifferently, a look of displeasure flashed on his face.

There are always some people in Japan who refuse to face the facts and always try to erase that period of history in every possible way. This is a people who never repent, and it is typical to remember to beat and not eat.

"Why?"

Xiao Yuqing felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, and raised her tone a little.

"Because they never admit that they were defeated by us. They always believed that it was the Soviet Far Eastern Front and the United States that defeated them with two atomic bombs. They worship only the strong, and whoever wins them, they obey. In the final analysis, the servility of the Yamato nation is actually the heaviest, in their minds, there are no friends, only masters and slaves. Whoever wins against him will be the master. They are working hard to catch up with Europe and the United States, and deep down, they just want to be able to turn over and become masters and turn others into slaves. Therefore, Japan is either not strong, and once it is strong, it will inevitably launch a war of aggression and think about enslaving others. In their country, the hierarchy is so strict, and the boss can slap his subordinates, in fact, it is also caused by this servile culture. ”

Xiao Yu thought for a while and said: "According to your analysis, if we want Japan to recognize the history of the Jinghua Massacre and admit that the war of aggression against China is a war of aggression, we have to really win them?" ”

"That's right, that's it!"

Liu Weihong nodded.

"Of course, it doesn't have to be another war, the key is that we ourselves become strong enough. Only when the Japanese are so strong that they need to look up to us, so strong that they can't help but have an inferiority complex, they are obedient and bow their heads to their ears. It's like the Americans, who can run rampant and domineering in their country, and they don't dare to put a fart! ”

Xiao Yu couldn't help but laugh.

Liu Weihong's mouth occasionally comes out of a swear word, if it is another girl, maybe she will blow her beard and stare at her eyes, "despising" that Liu Erge is not a civilized person, Xiao Yuqing will never be.

What she likes is the sharp second brother Liu, not the gentle Liu Weihong.

"However, Secretary Liu, I also have to remind you that the largest foreign businessman in Ningyang District is the Japanese. People are now desperately saying that China and Japan are friendly, but your thinking is a bit out of the mainstream. ”

Xiao Yu said narrowly.

Liu Weihong said with a smile: "He came to invest, of course I welcome it." As for the rest, that's what to see. If you make me unhappy, I will definitely teach him a lesson, no discussion! ”