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Before I knew it, it was April, and Qi Luoling still hadn't found the portrait, and of course there was not the slightest news about the ancient score. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At eight o'clock in the morning, she had breakfast with Choi Jae-sun.

"Tomorrow morning, I'm going to Hongkou to do some business, there seems to be a church there. If you have time, you can check it out. Choi Jae-sun said, "I think you'll be interested." ”

"Why am I interested?"

"Because it was built by the Jews of Shanghai during World War II."

"You mean it's a synagogue."

"Yes, the Jews are very religious and reverent for their religion, Judaism. Where the Jews lived, they built their synagogues, even if only for a few years. ”

"Then I'll go check it out."

The next morning, Choi Jae-sun drove her near the church and left to run errands.

April will be the rainy season, and the streets of Shanghai will make people's hearts wet. She got out of the car, and there was a square sign with white letters and a curved arrow pointing to the right side of the road: Shanghai Jewish Refugees Memorial Hall.

Qi Luoling followed the street sign and came to a small road. The houses on the side of the road are low and cluttered, there are several old cables hanging over the road, and a few high-end cars have rocked unclockedly.

The small shops along the street are full of foot baths and leisure shops. A few steps away, on the other side of the road, there are modern high-rise buildings, but they are very different from here. Maybe it should be that this was once a Jewish ghetto and is a cultural relic, so it can't be demolished. Looking at those low houses, she actually had a trace of trance.

Follow the bent arrow and turn into Changyang Road. After walking for a while, I was surprised to find that the famous Tilanqiao Prison was on the side of the road. Because of its large size and long history, it was once known as the "largest prison in the Far East". In 2013, 110 years after welcoming its first inmate, the prison will be closed. The original site will be preserved for development.

Because of the special environment of the prison, it was also used to carry out cruel punishments here, such as Lieutenant General Toshio Tani, who was a class-A war criminal in World War II, and Japanese war criminals who committed serious crimes. She stopped, unable to resist looking at it a few more times.

A middle-aged man who looked like a local approached and asked for the address of the church, and the middle-aged man pointed across the road and said, "Isn't that it?" ”

The more she walked towards her destination, the inexplicable fear and uneasiness in her heart were like water seeping out of a crack in a tall levee, little by little, more and more, more and more.

Finally came to the three-story building in front of the old building, the house number reads: No. 62 Changyang Road, and there is a yellow bronze plaque on the wall at the entrance, which reads: The former site of the Moses Synagogue - Jewish refugees in Shanghai Memorial Hall.

The building is mainly made of blue bricks, and there are red brick bands along the partition of each floor and along the windows, which is simple and beautiful. A white arch, and above the arch, there is a large six-pointed star.

The tide in her heart was about to burst out, and her whole body began to tremble slightly. The strange thing is that in addition to the fear, there are some different feelings flowing through the heart, a little familiar, a little trance. She suddenly remembered that the synagogue in the hallucination of the car accident was not No. 62 Changyang Road?

Qi Luoling tilted her head slightly, and on the spire of the roof, there was a white cross, which was still so eye-catching despite the erosion of time. The moment she saw the cross, the flood in her heart rushed and poured out, washing over every cell in her body, and even the tiniest nerve endings were electrically ververed.

Under the strong emotional impulse, she couldn't suppress her emotions at all, and actually squatted at the door and cried.

"Hey, girl, what's wrong with you, you're uncomfortable or someone is bullying you?"

Qi Luoling raised her head when she heard the sound, and an old man was leaning down slightly to look at her.

"Oh, I'm fine, thank you for your concern." She quickly got up from the ground.

When she saw that the old man was still looking at her face with a worried face, she smiled embarrassedly, took out the mirror and tissue from her bag, and sure enough, her face was pale and full of tears. She wiped the tears from her face with a piece of paper, thanked the old man again, and walked forward.

After the emotional outpouring was over, she felt extremely relaxed. The fear that had been thick in my heart just now vanished, and that little bit of familiarity and nostalgia was quickly magnified a hundredfold, ten thousand times.

Many fragments of memory from the long river of history passed by her eyes like meteors in the night sky, and she couldn't grasp anything, all she could see clearly was the bright trails......

The synagogue of Moses suddenly became so kind, as if the building and the street had melted into her flesh and blood. It dawned on her that all her feelings came from the Jew who played the piano, and if he was her great-grandfather, could human memories be inherited?

She suddenly remembered that not long ago, she saw an article in Nature, which talked about how modified genes can change the health of future generations. In the same way, does the inheritance of genetic material also carry human memory, which is accumulated in the brain tissue structure of a certain offspring in the form of an ambiguous memory, and can be awakened and activated under certain conditions?

In today's genetic science, there may not be a definitive answer, but the truth is that it actually happened to her, although she doesn't know how.

Qi Luoling stood quietly at the door for a while, the light blue sky was so clean that there was no trace of impurities, and the faint color stretched all the way, spreading throughout the sky. The morning light shines on the building of the hall, which is exceptionally solemn and soft.

It seemed that her emotions were a little out of control today, and she decided to visit the Moses Hall another day.

That night, she had gone to bed at ten o'clock, and in the moment she was consumed by sleep, she knew that she was beginning to enter the nightmare again, but she could not wake up, nor could she stop it. Dark dreams swept her forward like a slow-moving torrent of mud......

In winter, the warm sunlight pours down from the white glass above the wooden staircase, and there is no temperature, but a cold feeling.

A thin man walked down the wooden staircase with his head bowed, his heavy steps creaking, and the red staircase handrails were rubbed smooth and shiny,

She couldn't see his face clearly, until he looked up and saw his appearance clearly, the high bridge of the nose, the white skin, and the melancholy temperament. Apparently he was his great-grandfather, Ebenezer, a Jew from Poland.

He walked into the first floor, and then he stopped, and he looked left and right, and there seemed to be no one around.

It was an empty cloister, and he went to the inner wall of the cloister, carefully removed a painting that hung on the wall, and then bent down to place it in the corner of the wall next to it. Because the light in the room was so weak, she couldn't see the colors and content of the paintings.

He stood up again, tapping his crooked index and middle fingers on the spot where the painting had just been hung, the wall making a hollow sound, and he smiled. He carefully removed the movable brick, and a dark compartment about fifteen centimeters long and seven or eight centimeters wide appeared, and there was a small yellow wooden box in the dark compartment.

He mysteriously pulled out a rectangular object from his bosom, wrapped in yellow silk and tied into a bow on the front. He lightly unwrapped the delicate silky satin on the outside, and inside it turned out to be a golden roll of paper.

He did not open the roll, but gently stroked the roll for a moment, and finally he solemnly picked up the roll with his two hands and gently placed it in the yellow wooden box.

After all this was done without knowing it, he put the brick back in place and hung the painting back up. After all the restoration, he looked closely, and everything seemed to be flawless, and he smiled with satisfaction......

When Qi Luoling woke up, it was very bright, and a damp breeze was blowing in through the window, it was obvious that it had rained last night, and the air was filled with the smell of fresh, moist earth.

An unknown bird was jumping on the windowsill, chirping loudly and tactfully, and she rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at it with a smile.

The bird paced a few steps on the windowsill, poked into the silent room, and flew away, closing her eyes and thinking about her thoughts again.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! 】