Thirty: To live for the dead

Wang Mingming can't remember how many days she has lived in the mountains, but she has been judging by the hot weather for half a year. The oil and salt she found from every household was almost as good as she could eat. If you want to survive, you should go down the mountain and see. Look at what the outside world has become.

As soon as dawn she limped down the hill, the road was overgrown with weeds, and in some places the road had been washed away by the rain. She followed the desolate mountain road to the main road, and she looked at both ends of the road, and there were no cars or people quietly. She said to herself: "They were all killed by devils." ”

She worries that her body won't be able to go far. Decided to go west, she came from there. The road was very quiet, and she walked for a long time without meeting a person.

She came to the crossroads. There was a depression all around. She passed by here when she came. She remembered that there were a few decent houses on the side of the road back then, and now they were all burned down. Only the remnants of the wall were erected in the half-human-high barren grass. Soldiers and fleeing civilians gathered here that day. They waited desperately. These people may have been killed that night.

She sighed and sat down to rest under a big tree by the side of the road, she was tired, she leaned against the tree for a while and fell asleep.

She woke up to the sun setting in the west, and she walked back disappointed. She was confronted by a man and a woman, who looked like middle-aged men in their mid-thirties. They were getting closer and closer to Wang Mingming, who was very happy to see people, and she hoped that they were from Nanjing, like herself, the survivors of the massacre. She stood there waiting for them to get closer, and asked them about the situation outside.

They noticed her, and the woman suddenly exclaimed, "Ah! Hell, hell! The woman was so frightened that she hid in the man's arms. The man hugged her and looked at Wang Mingming nervously. The man's eyes widened and his mouth wide, and he was also frightened.

Wang Mingming really didn't expect that those two people would be regarded as ghosts, and he would scare them into their souls. She looked at her clothes, which were not very dirty but very torn for her eldest cousin, and she realized that her appearance was too ugly. It must have been their own appearance that scared them.

She was ashamed of her shameless self-esteem. She blamed herself for being so careless and for freaking others.

She remembered that when she went to the pond to wash her face, she was also startled when she saw her own face in the water, and she didn't believe it was her own face. She was so scared that she didn't dare to take a second look. Her spirit was completely broken, and she raised her head and wailed to the sky. She suddenly realized that the hoarse wail was not hers, and the sound frightened her.

In the middle of the night, she found herself a dead person alive, a ghost wandering in the mountains, her heart torn apart by devils aching, she couldn't control her sadness, her wails echoed in the mountains for a long time.

As the days passed, her heart became numb, her body seemed to be a soulless body, and she roamed her territory day and night. She hated, she wanted to vent, she climbed the cliff, climbed up and down and climbed up again. She goes up the tree, and she goes up all the big and small trees. She ran up the hill and shouted, screaming with all her might. Her cry made the night tremble and the mountains tremble.

One day she saw the board she had planted there, and there were faint words on it that she had written, and she recognized them, 'Never forget.' She suddenly came to her senses, she wasn't dead, her heart was still beating, she was going to live, she was going to live for the sake of these dead people. If you live, you have a future. Only by surviving can the atrocities of the devils be exposed to the world. in order to avenge the revenge of these undead.

She realized that she had scared the two of them, and she wanted to comfort them by telling them that she was human, and she said, "Don't be afraid, I'm human." ”

Wang Mingming's voice startled herself, she hadn't spoken for a long time. Her voice was dark, trembling and hoarse. If it were at night, the sound would scare a company of soldiers to death.

The two men were so frightened by Wang Mingming that their faces turned dirty, and in order to give himself courage, the man said loudly: "Go back and call someone to kill you dirty thing." He pulled the woman and ran across the street in a panic and ran away in a hurry.

Wang Mingming watched them run away, and she turned around and walked back. The more she went back to the mountain and sat in the shack, the more sad she became, and she couldn't help but cry. She cried out for her wounded leg, for her distorted face, for her gloomy and somewhat shaky and hoarse voice. She no longer thought that people would see her as a ghost and call her dirty. She is ashamed of her shamelessness, and it is better to live than to die.

Just when she was desperate, she heard her aunt shouting to her in panic: "Go up the hill!" Go to the woods on the other side of the shack. She saw her eldest cousin running up the hill with her aunt on her back. She was pleasantly surprised. When she stretched out her hands to greet her aunt, she saw a gray sky and black woods. No aunts, no big cousins.

My aunt was concerned about her safety in the face of her own danger. Worry about her safety. She couldn't let her aunt's hopes be disappointed.

She thought of the child who had been provoked by the devil's bayonet, and of the child's clenched little fist and twitching little foot. She remembered the wounded soldier who threw up his hands and knelt down in surrender and was still killed by the devil. Remembering the people who fell one after another under machine-gun fire.

She was the only one who survived, and God wanted her to live because he wanted her to remember these dead people. Avenge these people. Now is not her last. The devil has not been eliminated yet. The War of Resistance has not yet been won. She can't be knocked down, she can't be worn out by suffering. She's going to stand up.

Her determination to take revenge was made extraordinarily strong in the midst of pain. She is determined to live tenaciously for the sake of the dead. Live to the day of revenge. She remembered what the yellow cat said: Japanese bandits can destroy everything we have, but they can't destroy our determination to resist the war and our confidence in victory. As long as we still have beautiful dreams in our hearts, we will definitely be able to fight until the day when the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression is won.

The yellow cat climbs towards the devil's armored car with a grenade, and she returns with the devil. The king was also going to raise a grenade to fight to defend the people of one side. She's going to get ready for battle now. The only thing she can do here is to farm, there is her aunt's land, she wants to farm, she is determined to plant the land, she began to desperately turn the ground and plant turnips. She was determined to change her life with her labor, and she wanted to call the vegetable seller to come to the mountains to harvest her turnips. This is where everything for her future begins.

There are pheasants and rabbits in the mountains. She wanted to catch it to improve her life, so she thought of a bow and arrow. She went down the mountain to cut down the bamboo, and went to the mountain to pick up the bark of the miscellaneous trees, and the bow and arrows she made were very rough but could be used.

She practiced archery, shooting pheasants, hares. In the beginning, she always said that it was in vain. She continued to sum up her experience, her archery skills are getting better and better, running rabbits and flying pheasants, he can see the arrows. A bow and arrow is not good, so she makes a new one. The bow and arrow she made were better than the other.

As she chased after the wild creatures, she found herself running very fast. It's like walking. The two legs are no longer one long and one short. She thought that in order to vent the resentment in her heart in her most painful days, she ran in the mountains all night, climbed mountains, climbed trees, climbed cliffs, and practiced unconsciously.

The game was infused into her body, and she became stronger. In winter, she decided to go down again. She changed into clean clothes, combed her hair shiny, and tied a knot at the back. She carried the turnips in a bag, and she set off.

When she came to her aunt's house, she basically gave her aunt all the money she had, and now her aunt has no money. The money she hid in the shack was the money in the pocket of her clothes. She needs money, and she sells turnips for money. With money, she can buy salt and oil to improve her life. Change the status quo. With more money, she can leave here and go to the house to see how the old housekeeper is doing, and everyone else is okay.