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In 1985, a twin-engine airliner that had been missing for almost half a century was found in a forested swamp in New Guinea. I'm the only survivor of this incident, I've been through many adventures you can't imagine, and now I'm a hundred-year-old bad old man, but what happened that year still haunts me. It was just yesterday, just like yesterday's dream.

Well, let's start telling you about my awesome trip.

I was only in my twenties at the time, and nothing special happened in the Philippines in October 1937, when Governor Quezon declared Tagalog the Chinese language of the Philippines, which had nothing to do with me, because in their eyes I was just a very inconspicuous Chinese soldier, but my motherland was suffering from the crazy invasion of the island country, and as a patriotic soldier, of course, I could not sit idly by. I was going to return to China to participate in the War of Resistance Against Japan, but before I could return home, I had to go to a place........ Minqin Na'a Island

Because my woman is a very good female correspondent on Minqin Na'e Island, I went to her for two reasons, the first is because she may be willing to return to my home country with me, and the second reason is because she is my woman, and to say something else is to say goodbye to her, maybe to say goodbye.

Before dawn I had come to the Philippine Manila airport, I boarded the plane at 5 o'clock in the morning, I had to be on time, Manila airport early in the morning almost no one can be seen, and it is not so common to take a plane, so it is very common for a person to go out and send the whole family, and I am just a person, which inevitably makes me a little lost, my parents are all in the country, which is one of the reasons why I am in a hurry to return home.

"To Minchen Na'a Island, please be ready to board the flight at 5 o'clock"

I quickly found my place on the plane, and sitting to my right was a tall soldier with a full beard who looked more like a German.

Sitting to my left is a Chinese. He has yellow skin, small black eyes, and a high nose, which makes people feel that he looks very incongruous. And spoke Mandarin very fluently.

"Hello, look at you as if you are also Chinese"

He told me very politely, and his expression made people feel very warm.

What was even more unexpected was that the German-looking big guy next to me also spoke fluent Mandarin, and later learned that he was half Chinese, and his father was from Chinese ancestry, so it was normal for him to speak Mandarin.

"I'm half Chinese"

The big guy said.

Hearing such familiar language next to me made me feel at home, I smiled and nodded.

Later, after their introductions, I learned that the young man on my left was a writer, and I heard him say that he came to the Philippines for inspiration, and his various statements made it difficult for me to accept, I felt that he was an extremely hypocritical person, and he chose a very strange name for himself, "Miku Reading", which he said was creative and sounded foreign. But he had never heard the call of the pulsatilla bird, and he thought it was a good name.

"Ancient Reading Ancient Reading" is simply the call of the Pulsatilla Bird, and later I simply gave him another name "Pulsatilla Bird", but the four words of the Pulsatilla Bird are too troublesome to call, and after the simplification of time, we only called him the White Bird. Why should I introduce him in such detail, because he was also involved in this damn adventure.

"Attention passengers, the plane is now taking off"

We took off, and in the 30s the Philippines was not very developed in aviation technology, but I was not worried about anything unfortunate, I was used to flying around in the air.

"Handsome guy, do you think there will be any accidents on this plane?"

"Yes, it will be taken captive by aliens" I was joking with him.

"Really?" He suddenly became restless, I really don't know a big man.

Why was he upset by this boring event?

"Handsome guy, this is the second time I've taken a plane, so I won't just go back forever."

"Shut your crow's mouth"

Suddenly a voice speaking Mandarin with a Filipino accent came from behind, and I glanced back at the guy who was talking in the back.

He's a Filipino, so black you can barely see the pupils of his eyes, but he's a humorous guy.

When he tells jokes, he always laughs first, laughing so much that he can't even see his eyes, but the person listening to the joke doesn't even know what he's talking about.

"I'm kidding you," I smiled, clarifying that I was telling a joke.

He breathed a sigh of relief and pulled out his pen and paper, not knowing what he was memorizing, I think he was writing his bastard novel.

The cabin was silent when the pulsatilla was not heard. I picked up the newspaper that was sitting next to me and read it quietly for a while. Another characteristic of the Pulsatilla is that he talks a lot, he is simply a talking machine, always nagging around you.

He hadn't written a few lines before he stopped writing and said to me.

"Reading the newspaper?"

"Hmm" I didn't really bother to pay attention to him.

"Our country is suffering from unfair aggression, but the Filipino media never mentions it," he said, referring to a topic of interest to me.

"You're right"

"This Filipino doesn't even understand what it means to save your neighbor's fire," he said. He was right, knowing that people woke up after the invasion of the Philippines. "You are also Chinese, so what do you think should be done." I asked rhetorically.

"Go all out to help our country," he said, with emotion.

"You misunderstand, I mean you are also Chinese, what have you done for this war" I asked him with a smile.

I don't know if he was making excuses for his silence or being ashamed of his inability, but he was silent.

After a while, he said lightly, "I can only criticize and insult these unfairness, although this is useless, but we were invaded not only because others were barbaric, we also have problems, the problems are not brought by the Japanese, the problems are already here, and what I can do is to wake up the Chinese people." ”

I wasn't very interested in these people who fought on pen and paper, and I always thought of myself as people who only spit in a fight.

"What about you," he asked me rhetorically because of my coldness.

"I'm a soldier, so this time I went to see my woman and returned to China to participate in the War of Resistance Against Japan," I said lightly.

From that time on, he listened to me and felt that I was a hero, and I somehow became an idol in his mouth.

He also gave me a very loud name "Hero", which was just a nickname, and I didn't tell him my real name, so there was really no need for that.

Later, he said a lot of compliments, but I couldn't hear them because I was asleep.