In Yang's family, because of the arrival of Mrs. Yang and the second young grandmother Meng Qiulan, a group of people were busy cleaning up.

It is difficult to leave the homeland, and the old house is difficult to give up. Mrs. Yang lives in Wohu Gang, but she has always been thinking about this old mansion soaked in the efforts of two generations. When the flood waters receded a little, she insisted on coming to check on the damage to the house. Meng Qiulan didn't worry about the old lady, although the old lady didn't like her very much, she had been trying to do her duty as a daughter-in-law.

Although the flood did not directly rush into the garden, the continuous infiltration from the polder wall still caused a lot of stagnant water in Yang's home, and the house was unusually damp.

Alas, I don't know how long it will take to restore this house to its original state? Mrs. Yang stood in the room, looking at the furniture and utensils that she was once familiar with, thinking that in the near future, the paint on it might peel from moisture and become mottled and ugly, and she couldn't help but shake her head and sigh.

Meng Qiulan didn't dare to speak, but just stood quietly aside, and behind her were the two little girls Juan'er and Wan'er.

"You all go out, and let me sit alone in the house for a while." Mrs. Yang waved her hand, slowly walked to the cabinet, and stroked the delicate patterns on it, full of solemn and cherished feelings.

Meng Qiulan led the girl to retreat slowly, gently closed the door, and didn't dare to go far, just waiting under the tree in the courtyard.

"Second young grandmother, is the young master coming back today?" Juan'er asked.

"Well, it's set for today, didn't those boats go to the county seat yesterday and wait to pick up people?" Meng Qiulan's face was filled with sincere joy, and she said, "If you leave this morning, then you should be home at noon." ”

"When you go home, you go to home." Wan'er muttered in a low voice: "The old lady picked this time to run out, it's really-"

"That's unspeakable." Meng Qiulan lowered her voice and reprimanded: "The old man is just a lover, sit down, take a look, and he will go back, and he can't delay anything." ”

Juan'er and Wan'er were silent, they ate well and slept soundly at Yang's house, and Meng Qiulan didn't treat them harshly, so they and Meng Qiulan had the same heart. Old Mrs. Yang was not very good to Meng Qiulan, and they were quite dissatisfied in their eyes. Now that Yang Tianfeng is coming back, Meng Qiulan has something to rely on, and they are also happy for her.

There was a buzzing sound in the sky, at first it was like a horsefly chirping, but the sound grew louder, and a "big bird" appeared in the sky in the distance, and flew towards it.

"Look, look, that's an airship, right?"

"What an airship, that's a flying chicken!"

"Flying chickens? Oh, that's a rush to find a nest to lay eggs! ”

The people in Yang's house seemed to see rare objects, and the people in the house ran to the courtyard, and the people in the courtyard went up to the polder wall, pointing and pointing, and talking about it.

The plane circled over the garden, then swooped down, dropped several bombs and machine-guns at the bewildered gaze of the people.

Boom, boom, boom, after the explosion, the house collapsed, and the bricks and tiles flew wildly. Chirping ......and chirping, the bullets chased the screaming and scurrying people, blood splattered and screamed......

Although the Tachikawa 98 reconnaissance plane was able to carry out bombing, it did not have much bomb load, and a few bombs were dropped in the blink of an eye.

But Miyamoto still ordered the pilot to dive again, and he personally controlled the rotating machine gun in the back seat to shoot fiercely at the target on the ground, as if the anger in his heart could be vented through the bullets. His face was hideous, and the muscles on his face twisted with the vibrations of the machine gun, like a blood-eating demon, with his bloody mouth open.

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How so, how so? Looking at the bloody corpses and the moaning and wailing wounded who were carried back to the post, Yang Tianfeng's ears sounded a buzzing sound, as if a gong was roaring in his head. He felt the blood throb madly in his temples, and his head felt like it was about to burst as if it were pressed against something.

The damage caused by the devil's reconnaissance plane was very large, and Mrs. Yang was hit by the collapsed roof and died of exhaustion when she was rescued. The subordinates and the accompanying soldiers suffered nearly 20 casualties because they did not understand the knowledge of air defense, and Meng Qiulan survived, but she and the two little girls were a little frightened, but fortunately they were not injured.

He never imagined that the Japanese would send planes to bomb his home and harm so many innocent people. I took advantage of the excitement to come back, but I saw such a miserable scene, and the psychological blow was very great.

No matter how doubtful he is, how much he doesn't believe it. When he saw Mrs. Yang lying in the coffin with a pale face, Yang Tianfeng realized that since he came to this era, he had unconsciously regarded the old lady as his dearest. A loved one that can be absolutely trusted and relied on.

The old lady's motherly affection for him, the voice calling his name, and the intimate demeanor of stroking his hair, appeared in his mind over and over again.

Holding Mrs. Yang's hand, Yang Tianfeng's tears couldn't stop falling.

Obviously, the devil is obviously making a fuss about this air raid, for a little shrimp like him, can he make a sortie? And according to the descriptions of those present, he thought that this was nothing more than an act of anger, and who would hate themselves like that?

Suddenly, Yang Tianfeng opened his eyes, it was him, the biggest possibility was Miyamoto, and the anger generated by the betrayal made him definitely have this motive.

The sound of gentle footsteps came from far and near, and Yang Tianfeng put away his thoughts and wiped away his tears.

Meng Qiulan and the two little girls stood under the tree during the bombing, completely stunned by the sudden change, but they were smaller than the target of running and screaming, and escaped the catastrophe. But then the house collapsed, and the wounded and corpses were everywhere, which really scared the three people enough. When I returned to my post, I took tranquilizers, rested for a while, and rushed over to guard the spirit.

She came with a sense of apology, and when her mother-in-law had an accident, she felt that she had to bear some responsibility. But seeing that Yang Tianfeng didn't mean to be angry, his heart was relaxed. Seeing the man who had been separated for a long time, she wanted to throw herself into Yang Tianfeng's arms and cry, but there were many people in the room, so she had to suppress her thoughts and excitement and sit down obediently.

"Tianfeng, yes, I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of my mother-in-law." Meng Qiulan lowered her head and muttered an apology.

"It's none of your business." Yang Tianfeng held her hand comfortingly and shook his head.

Meng Qiulan crossed her fingers and grabbed her husband's hand tightly, as if she had a sense of security in this way, and the man's thoughtfulness and comfort made her almost burst into tears.

Revenge, revenge! Yang Tianfeng's heart repeated this word countless times, and the anger in his heart was about to explode.

didn't say or move, didn't eat or drink, Yang Tianfeng just sat next to the old lady's body stupidly, and didn't leave even if he was persuaded by others, just shook his head and refused, crying silently.