Since the disappearance of his only daughter Zhang Ruolan, Zhang Yikui's aged body can no longer withstand the double pressure of spirit and time, and begins to collapse little by little.

At first, my hands trembled uncontrollably, and the hand, which had written articles for most of my life, had almost become a waste; Then the legs that had already been bent were gradually difficult to move, and the little soldier who had walked like a fly and was as passionate as blood was gone. Finally, the doctor told him that he might have a cerebral infarction. Zhang Yikui, who has dedicated his life to the revolutionary cause of the motherland, could not support it when many Chinese were proud and proud to stand on the high ground of the world again after centuries of hard work for the motherland.

"My brain is not good, my legs are not good, and my daughter is gone." Zhang Yikui sat on the chair, stroking a worn-out family photo with his hand, and the voice of the old man in the twilight was crying.

The clock at the head of the table ticked, and it seemed that it was also tearful about the passage of time. The street lamps on the streets of the old city, which had long been covered in dust, were lowering their heads and scattering their dim tears to the earth. The pale New Year's painting villain washed by the rain on the window looks particularly sad.

I don't know when, Zhang Yikui at the table has fallen asleep. At this moment, a fierce collision sound, through the rusty iron door, woke up the old man who was still asleep.

"Big ...... Big...... Brother, this ...... The old man retired alone...... This...... This...... It's been years, Ken...... Willing...... I have saved a lot of treasures...... Treasure...... Shell it! ”

"What nonsense, hurry up and pry the door, this old man's daughter disappeared a few days ago, and now he is alone at home to blame the pitiful, he will bluff him with a knife for a while, and leave after taking things."

"Okay...... Big...... Big...... Brother, it's not ...... Not...... Big brother of the problem. ”

"Dead fat!" The tall brother with black stockings on his head stared angrily at the heavyweight man next to him who was stuttering slightly.

The old-fashioned unit has two levels of doors, one with an iron and steel security door and the other with a solid wood interior door. This building is full of old, weak, sick and disabled, and occasionally some migrant workers, it is normal to make loud noises when moving, and there are no security guards or other figures, so people like big brother and fat man will be unscrupulous.

Zhang Yikui once sent letters to the Eighth Route Army during the Anti-Japanese War, and worked as a scout during the Liberation War, and vigilance has become an instinctive reaction. Although it was very difficult, Zhang Yikui still tried to move the wheelchair under his legs and leaned towards the door.

Due to the constant trembling of his hands and the fact that the room was not so empty, Zhang Yikui's wheelchair knocked down some objects from time to time, and several books fell from the shelves.

Click! Accompanied by a cacophony of sounds. The iron door opened.

The only thing Zhang Yikui thinks about now is to pick up the landline at the door and call the police. He is no longer the sturdy young man he was when he was, and no one can save him except the police.

The fat man began to work harder, and there was not much time left for Zhang Yikui. Zhang Yikui slowly propped up his waist pole with his left hand, stretched out his right hand that should be nervous and trembling faster, trying to grab the landline on the shoe cabinet.

"It's not close." Zhang Yikui's head had begun to sweat, and he knew that it was impossible for his body to adapt for a while, but now was not the time to blame his body for not being angry.

With a bang, a huge crack had appeared in the inner door of the solid wood.

"If only I could be a little younger."

Bang!!!!

The door that was slammed open by the fat man arrived in front of Zhang Yikui's wheelchair in an instant, and the strong wind that drove it blew the books that had fallen on the ground before. The door leaf also rushed forward with inertia.

Syllable!!!

The door slammed into the outer tire of Zhang Yikui's wheelchair, and the huge impact lifted Zhang Yikui, who was half-standing on the front pedal of the wheelchair, out.

Poof!!

There was the sound of flesh falling to the ground and the fat man's vomiting.

A drop of blood quietly splashed on the page that was turning, stopping the page from turning.

I saw that on the yellow straw paper stained red with blood, there were rows of block letters:

"When the red moon is in the sky, the world is in chaos, and listen to the night.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering, and the life is ups and downs.

Our generation should establish the immortality of the troubled times and extend the peace of the four seas.

Drive away the Tartars, level the thieves, and look at the red moon of the Ming Dynasty.

The Ming Dynasty Officials are still frugal and frugal, Li Guanghang"

Zhang Yikui's mind went blank, and he only remembered that he had hit the hard concrete wall, leaving a bright red patch.

……

"I'm probably dead!" Zhang Yikui thought, "People have souls." ”

The current Zhang Yikui is a light, snow-white, bright light, shapeless, ethereal.

"I still have thoughts!?" Zhang Yikui was shocked, but there was silence around him.

Emptiness!

Nothingness!

Suddenly, Zhang Yikui felt that a sad feeling flowed from the bottom of his heart, and it was involuntary. It was an indescribable sadness and sadness, and he began to recall his life:

Born in Chongqing in 1932, the world was in turmoil.

In 1936, he was coerced by his family and fled to Huguang.

In 1937, he was adopted by Kuomintang officers and witnessed the Battle of Songhu.

In 1939, he was discovered by underground members of the Communist Party and joined the party the following year.

In 1940, he participated in the Battle of the Hundred Regiments in the Big Knife Company of the Eighth Route Army.

In 1945, he participated in the surrender ceremony of Japan as a member of the Communist delegation.

In 1959, he entered Peking University to study history, politics and economics.

In 1985, he got a daughter, who was named Ruo Nan because of a birthmark on her neck and frailty.

...... 2015

2015, that is, this year, Zhang Yikui's most difficult year, although he may have been freed, but the most painful mark cannot be erased.

2015 was the year my daughter and her wife left.

The great sadness made the light that represented Zhang Yikui's spirit flicker, flickering and brightening. An irrepressible sadness rushed out of my heart and drifted away in the silent nothingness.

With aimless wandering.

I don't know how long it lasted, the light gradually stopped flickering, and I don't know when, Zhang Yikui floated in front of a blood-red moon.

The red moon is as red as blood.

Zhang Yikui found that he was involuntarily continuing to lean towards the red moon. He wanted to stop, but he could only think about it, but he couldn't do anything because of his long-lost body. I could only watch my own light, little by little, swallowed by the red moon, merging with the light of the red moon.

……

The space returned to calm, and a blood-red moon stood in the void, as if waiting for something.

……

On the night of May 14, 1640, the city of Suzhou was raining heavily.

"The big strings are noisy like a torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers. Noisy and miscellaneous, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate, the poems written by Lotte Jun to the pipa girl back then, if you put it in the deep rain of this night, it is also a unique flavor. A scholar, wearing a Ming scarf and a collared shirt, stood at the square table of "bat" and "deer" gold lacquer carved from Huanghuali in Hainan, listening to the sound of rain hitting the window, holding a copy of the "Dan Lead General Record" written by Yang Shenshi, a genius of the Ming Dynasty, and revealing thousands of thoughts between his eyebrows.

Suddenly, the side window with a sword hanging was opened, and then a wet figure fell from the window.

"Brother Yong! Brother Yong! That one...... Oops, hey!" A Ming Dynasty girl with a bun, wearing a rain-soaked gown, slid from the window to the floor, and was slapped on the head by a shaking scabbard.

"Hahahaha! Qin'er, in the middle of the night, I broke into the man's bedroom, what kind of system did I become. Seeing this girl, the scholar's tightly knit brows gradually relaxed, and he said with a smile. This girl is the scholar's own sister, named Li Qinnian Fang Thirteen.

"Humph! Not really! No one wants to come to your room as a sour literati! Li Qin looked very angry, his plump cherry mouth was slightly upturned, his pink face was pouted, and he used his hands to arrange his hair that was still hanging with raindrops, showing the liveliness and purity of the cardamom years, and revealing the composure and calmness of everyone's ladies.

Although the person concerned did not feel special, Li Yong, a scholar on the side, was a little stupid, and swallowed the "children cannot be taught" that came to his mouth, completely unaware that he was also a little out of shape, how could his brother stare at his sister's face.

"Brother?! Brother Yong!?" Li Qin saw his brother staring at him motionless, and felt a little shy, "Brother, you won't really be possessed by ghosts and gods like grandma said, right?" ”

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