At 1:33 a.m. on July 25, 2014, in just two chapters, "Once Upon a Time in Xuancheng" conquered your heart.

Or, rather, disturbing your mind, you get up and refill the teapot.

It was you who changed Ouyang Huan's WeChat to "Accountant Liu", and I couldn't even think of it just now.

Look at the time, think about Rong Rong and Rong Rong, you didn't reply to the message.

There's something I say every day, and today you just want to keep reading this strange book......

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"On November 4, 2017, around 10 a.m., there was no wind or rain. You take the picture and ask me if I've ever seen the person in the picture. I said I hadn't seen it, and you said you must have seen it. I said you said I've seen it, I've seen it, I have to go grocery shopping and cook. You sighed, then you haven't seen me, I've seen it, I've seen it in Xuancheng. You don't seem to have been to Xuancheng, I said. You say, how do you know I haven't been to Xuancheng?

From time to time, there would be two voices talking to each other in my ear. I'm a Gemini with AB blood type, if you don't understand me, don't talk to me. The photograph is a fact of fact, in the attic of a hut near the Longhua Temple in Shanghai that has not yet been demolished. Such a small building is now rare, the brick and wood façade is mottled with time, the ivy spreads like the claws of an eagle, and the red paint in the middle is brushed with a big word split, which is abrupt and weird.

I don't know how I got into the building that day, as far as I can remember, there was no such thing in the neighborhood. Subconsciously, the sixth sense, or rather the ghost, walked across the stone bridge through a nameless alley, and I walked up to the attic of the cottage. The wooden planks of the staircase creaked, and as I moved, there seemed to be a cloud of dust spreading through the space. I smelled a faint aroma, the calm agarwood of the cypress mixed together, and it seemed to have some medicinal smell of Tibetan incense. I could feel the wooden door downstairs being blown up by the wind, where did the wind come from in the house? I seemed to hear a sigh, hazy, as if to say, you're finally here.

On November 4, 2017, at 12 o'clock at noon, I stood on the side of the road, wearing a thick white ski jacket, white sweatpants, and white cotton shoes, and became a man in white. Looking at the photos brought back from the loft of the cottage in the midday sun, it still felt a little cold. On the back of the photo, the black ink pen is written with four beautiful and gorgeous words, go to Xuancheng. The leaves on the road were falling, and everyone passing by looked at me with a look of surprise, their eyes wandering and flickering. ”

There is a degree of relaxation, and the short sentences have become long sentences in this chapter, which is deliberately slowing down the pace of advancement, you think.

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"November 4, 1949, 11:04 p.m. Soon after the liberation of Xuancheng, the people of the whole city were immersed in the jubilation after the formal founding of the People's Republic of China, and the faces of every working people were filled with happy, sincere and beautiful smiles. Lingling is 18 years old this year, and her cigarette stall is located at the entrance of an alley without a street sign next to Xuanbao Lane on Meixi Road. The fireworks alley has nothing to do with the dust of the green building, and is the distribution center of fireworks and firecrackers in several nearby towns in the old days. Linglinghong's face has a small cherry mouth, humming at the moment, the golden mountain in Beijing is shining brightly, and Chairman Mao is the golden sun...... It's almost the New Year, and my long-lost father is going home as soon as the New Year is over. At that time, Lingling's father was drawn by the Kuomintang, and he heard that he later became a deserter, and he has not been heard from since. Who would have thought that after that, my father joined the People's Liberation Army and is now a battalion commander under Siye. My father sent a letter and went home during the Spring Festival, thinking of this, Lingling's heart blossomed.

The sun was warm at noon in autumn, and there was no wind on this day. Ling Ling sat on the side of the road, leaning against the wooden plank at the back door of the warehouse, a little drowsy. At this moment, she heard someone talking in the warehouse. It's a very dilapidated firecracker warehouse, and it's rare for people to come on weekdays. A voice asked, "Are you sure the convoy carrying ammunition must pass through here at twelve o'clock?" A voice replied, don't worry, there are our people in the convoy, you just need to ensure that the three time bombs here are detonated at the same time. A voice asked again, when the bomb goes off, what will our people do? A voice replied, it's nothing to tell you now, our person is the commander-in-chief of this operation, codenamed Man in White. He is now the captain of the PLA transport team, and today he will personally lead the convoy to complete this unprecedented series of explosions, and he himself has long been prepared to die for his country. A voice then asked, "What serial explosion?" A voice replied that it was less than a kilometer away from the new arsenal, so it would be relocated within a time limit. When the first car driven by the man in white breaks down at the door of the new arsenal, the convoy carrying ammunition will line all the way here. An explosion here caused a firecracker warehouse fire, which was bound to blow up all the way to the new arsenal. At that time, there will be two gas stations on the left and right of the new arsenal, and this morning the oil depot will be filled with gasoline under our operation, and the entire Xuancheng will be in a sea of fire.

Ling Ling looked through the gap in the wooden planks of the warehouse door in surprise, a middle-aged man wearing glasses and a suit was full of fear and anger, didn't you say that it was only a bombing of the army train fleet? Another powerful man in military uniform turned his back in the direction of Lingling, and at this time he held a knife in his right hand and stabbed the man in the suit in the abdomen and sneered, Lao Fang, if you don't say that, will you agree to participate in this operation? There are forty or fifty thousand civilians living in this vicinity. The man in the suit was hit by a knife and bent over, shouting angrily, how innocent are civilians? Xiao Xu, we have an enmity with the Communist Party, but we can't do this thing that harms the country and the people...... Once the time bomb is determined, it cannot be moved or stopped, and now only by exploding here immediately can these innocent people be saved! The man in the military uniform swung a knife at the throat of the man in the suit, and said coldly, you can't save yourself, how can you save them? There are still thirty minutes to go, and it's already too late. After saying that, he ran out of the warehouse through the front door without looking back.

Thirty minutes to go, Lingling looked at the firecrackers in the warehouse, and looked in the direction of the gas station, where her grandmother, mother, and younger brother lived. She grabbed a match from the cigarette stall and turned and slammed into the wooden door of the warehouse.

On November 4, 1949, at about seven o'clock in the evening, it was light and hazy. Today's topic after dinner for the citizens of Xuancheng City is a girl named Lingling, who detonated the firecracker warehouse by playing greedily. When the body was found, it had been blown into several pieces beyond recognition. I sat in a tavern on the bank of the Wanxi River and watched the people coming and going on the Jichuan Bridge. This Jichuan Bridge, which is said to have been built during the reign of Emperor Kai of Sui, spans the Wanxi River. The wind blew through the weeping willows on the shore, and I looked at the photo in my hand and sighed, but unfortunately I was still too late to save Lingling. Good girl's house, what kind of artillery is playing, a cheongsam woman in her thirties at the next table is talking to her best friend. A man in white walked through the window with an umbrella, what you see and hear may not be the truth of the matter, and the man in white said to me coldly, I can't see his face. ”

Chapter 3 ends here, you're a little dazed, why didn't you notice this book last year?