It was Wu Hongling's voice.

As soon as Hua Xiangrong heard this voice, he stood up abruptly and said to Xiao Zirang: "You hide first." ”

She didn't know why she subconsciously said this, but when Wu Hongling came, she was just very unhappy.

She didn't know why she was unhappy, but every time she found that Wu Hongling had that reaction when she saw Xiao Zirang, she was very unhappy.

Xiao Zi smiled and only said, "Okay." ”

Then, the two of them went their separate ways, Xiao Zirang went to hide, and Hua Xiangrong went to open the door.

Hua Xiangrong opened the door and saw Wu Hongling standing aside, asking her maid to knock on the door, while she stood aside and shouted, while Wen Yan was standing not far away, her face was a little confused.

Wu Hongling saw the door open, and was about to smile, when she saw Hua Xiangrong ignore her directly, walked up to Wen Yan, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Wen gradually was still a little confused: "I don't know, when I came back, I saw that she was calling the door......"

When I first met her, he was just an ordinary person who polished his shoes.

When she got off the rickshaw, she was stepped on by a passer-by, and the man apologized and left, she didn't dig deeper, came to his stall, smiled, and said, "Sir, do you do business?"

She smiled brightly, with a pink dress and high-heeled leather shoes, and a ponytail that made people feel refreshed at first glance.

The first time he polished her shoes, he polished them very carefully, and the pink leather shoes reflexively shot out of his bright eyes, and when she gave him money, she bowed to him and said, "Thank you." ”

This was a normal act in her eyes, but it took root in his heart.

As she left, he stopped her, "Miss."

She turned around, but heard him say carefully, "You...... Will you come again?"

She smiled and replied, "Yes."

Turning around and leaving again, the high heels made a "knock" sound, as if stepping on someone's heart, ringing once, moving once,

This year is the tenth year of the Republic of China, and the first time he and she met was in Wuhan, Hubei.

She didn't break her promise to let him shine his shoes whenever she passed by. He was the most meticulous in polishing her shoes, and every time this time was the happiest time in his heart, and all the suffering here seemed to have dissipated at this moment.

For half a year, he had almost forgotten his original purpose for coming here.

That day, he said to her, "Miss, there is no need for money."

She just smiled, handed over the money, and said, "Take it, you don't want it, then I won't come in the future."

He had no choice but to take it, and she smiled and turned away.

He looked at her departing back again, unable to take his eyes off it for a long time. A young man selling windmills next to him patted him on the shoulder and asked him, "Do you know you well?"

He looked at the ocean in his hand, and the corners of his mouth curled into a good-looking solitude: "Sort of."

The young man had an envious expression on his face and said, "What a blessing, brother, this is the only daughter of Zhang Junhua, the descendant of the Beiyang warlord Wu Peifu, and it is also a good place to be able to do things by her side." But then again, how did you know each other? ”

He didn't listen to the rest of the words anymore, and echoed in his head that she was the only daughter of the Beiyang warlord Zhang Junhua.

He clenched his hands into fists, grabbed the ocean she gave him, turned to the young man and whispered, "Go first."

The young man was surprised: "It's just past noon, so early?"

He let out an "um" and fled in a hurry.

When she came back half a month later, she didn't see him and asked a young man selling windmills next to her: "Big brother, where is the person who used to shine shoes here?" ”

The young man replied to her while selling windmills: "He, I don't know, I haven't seen anyone for half a month, maybe I'm going back to my hometown, I heard that his relatives died, and he left in a hurry, leaving nothing to explain."

The young man was stunned when he saw her, felt strange, and asked her after collecting the money, "Miss?" ”

She came back to her senses and said, "It's okay, then do you know, where is his ancestral home?"

The lad replied again; "I heard that he is from Zhejiang, Jiaxing or Shaoxing, I can't remember. What's the point of the young lady looking for him? ”

She smiled and replied, "No, I just like him to shine my shoes, it's always clean."

The young man replied: "That's it, and he's an honest man." Hey, Miss, buy a windmill? ”

She was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Well, okay." ”

I saw her again, in the nineteenth year of the Republic of China, in Ruijin, Jiangxi.

October 27, his twenty-seventh birthday.

I still remember that when I first met her, he was only nineteen years old, and before I knew it, eight years had passed.

For eight years, he did not marry, and she did not marry.

She joined the Communist Party and stood against him.

When Chiang Kai-shek launched the third national suppression, Japan created the September 18 Incident. The third encirclement failed, and he was captured.

She curled her ponytail and turned her pink dress into a dark green military uniform.

But he hasn't changed.

He sits, she stands, her eyes as calm as water, and he looks up to meet hers. Time seems to stand still in this moment. He thought, just like that, it would be good to wait for the time to get old.

She approached step by step and asked him in the same tone as before: "Do you love this country?"

He lowered his eyes and did not answer.

She crouched down and stroked his cheek as she had done three years ago: "When Japan invaded China, Chiang Kai-shek did not fight the Japanese, but he wanted to destroy our Communist Party. Are you still willing to serve such a boss?"

He still didn't answer, she only continued: "I want to go to the Northeast, will you accompany me?"

Hearing this, he finally opened his eyes again, looked at her, and said resolutely: "No, you can't go, it's dangerous there." ”

"Dangerous?" She smiled, "And what about here?" Is it safe? Organizationally, it was decided to resist Japan, but now it is impossible to get away from the anti-encirclement and suppression. Is it so important for you Kuomintang to eliminate us? More important than the safety of this country?" Her words were like knives, piercing his heart.

She looked into his eyes and analyzed the words clearly: "Three years ago, you killed the Duo Communists, haven't you killed enough?" She put the gun in his hand, aimed it at her heart, held his hand tightly, continued to look at him, and said, "I'm also a communist, so you kill me." ”

Her hand pressed to his index finger, and he slowly pulled the trigger inch by inch, and he shook the gun away, the muzzle of the gun deflected, and the bullet hit the wall.

He said to her, "If you insist on going, then I will accompany you." ”

She smiled, as innocently as he had seen her for the first time, and she said, "I knew you would." She paused, lowered her eyes, and continued, "Thank you. ”

As she left, he looked at her, and her back again.

He looked at the back and asked, "Do you still hate me?"

She froze in place, her eyes moistened, her nose sour, and she bit her lip tightly to avoid making any noise.

It was a long time before she replied, "If you come to me alive, I will tell you." ”

With tears in his eyes, he choked up and replied, "Okay." ”

She's gone.

It was the last time they had a face-to-face relationship, and that was the last thing he left behind him.

During the fourth encirclement and suppression, it was the man who came to let him go.

The man smiled and stretched out his hand and said, "Commander Zhou, don't come unharmed." He glanced at him and asked, "What about her?" ”

The man put down his hand, didn't mind, and said, "Miss Zhang? Prepare for a trip to the Northeast. ”

He looked up at the man and asked him, "Are you really, relieved to let her go there?" ”

The man did not hesitate: "I will go with her, I will protect her." ”

He finally said to him, "Take your word and take care of her." If she's missing a hair, I'll come back to you. ”

She watched him leave with her own eyes in the depths, and the man stood beside her and said, "Cry if you want." ”

Her gaze followed him, and the people around her: "All this time, it was he who watched me leave. Finally, it was me who watched him go. ”

It wasn't until she was out of sight that the man said to her, "Next move."

She was stunned: "He went to the Northeast, isn't the plan, is it successful?" How can there be a next step? ”

The man smiled at her and said, "You, are you going to the Northeast?" ”

She turned around and looked in the direction in which he had disappeared, her eyes firm: "Of course, the last thing I said to him was not to lie to him. ”

"Let's go together, then." The man lowered his head and chuckled: "The last thing I said to him was not a lie. ”

"Comrade Zhang. Are you ready? ”

In the spring of the twenty-seventh year of the nation, she went to Shaoxing alone.

His hometown.

In the early years, when Zhang Junhua entered Zhejiang, that is, in the third year of the Republic of China, Wu Peifu urgently needed to gain power in Zhejiang, and it was Zhou Chongxing, the commander of the 127th Brigade, who was stationed in Shaoxing, who was his father.

Zhou Chongxing disdained to befriend the Beiyang warlords and satirized Zhang Junhua, who used this as an excuse to send troops to attack Shaoxing. The 217th Brigade fought alone, and the reinforcements sent by the upper echelons were blocked, and soon after, Shaoxing was broken through, and Zhou Chongxing was wiped out.

Zhou Chongxing's father, his grandfather, was extremely respected in Shaoxing and asked someone to take him out with his mother, who died of illness on the way to Shanghai, and he came to Wuhan alone to take revenge.

At the age of thirteen, his father had ruined her family, and at the age of twenty-three, he had ruined her.

His extraordinary temperament and military talent were not innate.

She stood at the gate of the city, looking at the word Shaoxing, and her mood could not be calm for a long time.

"Miss Zhang," the voice behind him was mature and steady, with a familiar flavor.

She turned around sharply, and the person behind her smiled: "Long time no see." ”

It's the guy who sells windmills, no, it's not a lad, maybe it's time to call him—

Mr. Lee.

Mr. Li didn't die, she thought that Mr. Li had escaped from him, but Mr. Li smiled and said, "No, he didn't plan to kill me at all."

"Twelve years ago, when he caught me, I told him what happened three years ago, and he let me go on the condition that he was optimistic about someone."

He was dressed in a neat dark yellow military uniform and looked at Mr. Li, who was still a young man.

The lad and him, one standing, the other sitting.

He opened his mouth to break the silence: "Why you? ”

The young man walked to the sofa opposite him and sat down, and said with a smile, "Why can't it be me?"

Four years ago, after he left, she still came to look for him every month, but returned disappointed every month. Zhang Junhua only has this one daughter, and when he noticed her move, he found someone to follow her.

After Zhang Junhua kidnapped the guy, he gave him two choices, die, or become a secret agent of the Zhang family.

There is no doubt that the guy chose the second. Zhang Junhua's task for the guy is to protect her safety. Since the young man was the last, Zhang Junhua arranged four people to be by her side. When he stayed in Zhang's mansion, he killed two and left two, with the same purpose as Zhang Junhua. These two people were left for the same reason, they loved her and would protect her.

The other guy was the man who brought her into the Communist Party.

The young man first accosted her, but wanted to sell a few more windmills, which changed his life.

Speaking of four years ago, he lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Twelve years later, she still lowered her eyes as she listened to what had happened before.

Mr. Li handed her a cup of tea and said, "It's a good tea, let's take a sip." ”

She smiled at first: "It seems that you are doing well." ”

Mr. Li also smiled: "Yes, after marrying a wife and giving birth to a daughter, I can be regarded as knowing why Zhang Junhua risked death to save you." ”

She lowered her head, the tea steaming hot, blurring her vision.

Mr. Li said to her, "Let's take you to meet someone." ”

This person is Zhang Junhua.

He didn't kill Zhang Junhua in the end, after all, this was her father.

He raised his gun, but it hit him in the other knee.

Zhang Junhua knelt on the ground, looked up at him in pain, and didn't say anything.

He squatted down and said to the man on the ground: "She, she is already my person, if you are restless, I can't guarantee that I won't do anything." ”

When he turned to leave, Zhang Junhua roared at him: "Kill me, you kill me!" ”

"If I don't kill you, it doesn't mean that I will be cold to you," he paused, lowered his eyes, and his voice choked: "I don't want her to hate me, it's you Zhang Junhua who is sorry for my Zhou family, if you really feel a little guilty, you can give me a good life." ”

Zhang Junhua didn't want to kill him, but he was only a general captured by Wu Pei. Wu Pei ordered the grass to be cut down and eradicated for the sake of the future, and he was just the one who killed him.

He used Zhang Huajun's daughter to threaten him, he only had this one daughter, and he couldn't care less.

He imprisoned Zhang Junhua in Shaoxing and asked Mr. Li to protect his safety. He didn't tell her everything he had done, that he wanted to prevent the restoration of the Beiyang warlords, but let her live in lies for twelve years, and made her hate him for twelve years.

She lay on Zhang Junhua's lap and called her father over and over again, Zhang Junhua touched her head, like when she was a child.

She tilted her head, tears dripping in her eyes. The joy of regain? Houhai, which is too much?

It doesn't seem to be either, she just misses him, she misses him very much.

The last place she went to was the mound that Mr. Li built for him in Shaoxing.

He died on the battlefield with no bones left.

She caressed the tombstone as she caressed his face years ago.

The manifestation of a person's maturity is to cry and make trouble, but smile without saying a word.

She closed her eyes, tears sliding from the corners of her eyes and into her mouth, the taste bitter.

She remembered him asking her, "Do you hate me?"

Hate?

Maybe never hated.

She leaned against the monument like this, holding the jade pendant he gave her in her hand.

The sky was bright and dark, dark and bright.

Just like he stood at the door of Zhang's house thirteen years ago and waited for her to come back.

The next day, she left Shaoxing.

Soon after, Nanjing fell.