The country of the center, the Celestial Empire of China.

This is a great empire that has dominated the East for thousands of years since its birth.

While Europeans entered the dark Middle Ages, this Eastern Empire with the dragon as its totem was once the most shining beacon of civilization in the whole Shijie.

It once had the most brilliant civilization in the whole of Shijie; There have been countless heroes and sages; once used the majestic domineering spirit of the Jin Ge Iron Horse to make the envoys of all countries bow their heads to the court; once used the splendid Wenhua Classics to make the barbarians of the Quartet look sideways.

At that time, it was once known as the Central Plains Celestial Empire ruled by sages, sitting on a golden country with countless wealth and supreme authority.

However, when Westerners began to colonize and industrialize by sea, conquered new worlds with courage and boldness, and confidently carved up Shijie, this once incomparably great oriental country was like a lion gradually aging, drowsy and sleeping.

The majestic horn and the gripping horse's hooves have long been the yellow flowers of yesterday that have disappeared in the dust;

The pomp and circumstance of the crown like a cloud, and the swaying honor guard of Cuihua are no longer majestic and shocking in the eyes of Westerners.

The splendid palace, the splendid treasures, can only arouse the boundless greed of the peepers;

The tall and majestic walls, the wide and raging rivers, were no longer able to stop the war drums and iron hooves of the invaders. And the sleepy opium ghosts, the staggering women with small feet, and the blind and ignorant corrupt nobles were unanimously despised and ridiculed by the "civilized people".

But despite this, the Qing dynasty, which ruled China, did not really wake up. On the contrary, in the most stubborn numbness, he dragged his body covered with scars with difficulty, and continued to stagger along the broken old road that had been walked for thousands of years...... Almost anyone can spit on it and cut off a piece of meat.

Thereupon. Countless people with lofty ideals who cherished the ideal of saving the country and the people shed their blood in the Xinhai Revolution, overthrew the Qing Dynasty established by the Manchus, and established the first republic in Asia -- the ever-changing era of the Republic of China.

Smoke and marches, sabers and machine guns, revolutionary passions and the violence of conflicts. Red vs. White Terror ......

This is a nightmare era of warlords fighting and devastation.

It was a dark age of mud and sand and rebellion.

This is also a new era of revolution with surging ideological trends and academic sublimation.

In short, it's a ...... The most turbulent and exciting times!

On the dark eve of the rebirth of the Chinese nation, there were clever strategists. There have been traitors who betrayed the country to seek glory, there were brave generals who swept thousands of armies, and there were impassioned writers who inspired the people...... There are also many unknown hot-blooded young people, with the simple patriotic enthusiasm of young people. Willing to shed his blood and sacrifice himself to save the country. In the end, he was sent to the guillotine by a cruel fate, turning his young life into a brilliant blood flower.

-- Heroes, traitors, literati, military generals, dignitaries, reckless, red-faced, and fierce women, all appeared one by one in this beacon war, using royal ways, domineering, scheming, blood, and trickery, in this great era of blood and fire. weaving scenes of déjà vu and wonderful dramas.

However, no matter how wonderful the drama on stage is. The land of China, which carries this historical drama, is already overwhelmed.

Even the most fragrant peach-colored scandals, the latest fashionable modern fashion, and the most chic and suave can't change the dark background of this era.

From the late Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China, after decades of internal and external troubles and turbulent conquests, the body of this sleeping oriental lion has long been covered with scars, and the most distorted and ugly but most prosperous and gorgeous scar is the "Ten Mile Ocean Field" in Shanghai......

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In the twenty-third year of the Republic of China (1934 AD), Shanghai Public Concession

Ten miles of foreign field, the lights are red and green, and the singing and dancing are leveling. The song is not enough, and the dance is not enough for the drunken gold fan.

Shanghai -- a bustling city known to Westerners as the "Paris of the East" -- is attracting countless people to be fascinated by its unique oriental heritage and mixed with imported western temperament......

Even the turmoil of the current situation, the change of regime, and the invasion of foreign enemies do not seem to deter those who yearn for Shanghai.

It was the end of spring, the buds on the trees were retreating, the emerald green leaves were swaying in the breeze, and a few lazy white clouds were scattered in the clear sky, and the sunlight was projected into the branches and leaves of the treetops with the shadow of the clouds, mottled and wantonly sprinkled on the grass under the shade of the trees.

In a small bungalow next to the park, Jinchina raised her head, stretched, took off the myopic glasses on the bridge of her nose, first shook her right hand, which was slightly sore from holding the pen for a long time, and then moved her neck a few times, which was a little sore from lying down at the desk. The afternoon sunlight shining through the glass window was a little harsh, so that as soon as she raised her head, she couldn't help but lift her hand slightly, covering out the light that happened to be shining directly into her eyes.

“…… Miss, would you like some water? ”

Zhang's mother, a middle-aged maid who was cleaning up the house on the side, saw that the hostess finally put down the pen in her hand, and hurriedly asked with concern.

“…… Well, haode. Rubbing her eyes, Jinjina smiled at Zhang's mother and took the cup she handed to herself, "...... Mom Zhang, don't be busy cleaning furniture all the time. Let's take a break quickly, and I'll pick up our Xingzhen from school later! ”

“…… Hey, miss, I'm just working hard, and I can't be idle. Mama Zhang thumped her waist disappreciably, "...... But Miss, you must take good care of yourself, and last night I rushed to the third watch! I haven't even slept for lunch today......"

“…… There's no way, the magazine is in a hurry! ”

Listening to Zhang's mother's chatter, Jin Qina shook her head and smiled helplessly, "...... The whole family is counting on my pen to eat, and now that prices have risen so much, we can't sit and eat empty! ”

“…… Yo, miss, look at what you said, our whole family, including my old mother, is only a family of three, and how much money can be spent. ”

Mama Zhang pursed her lips disapprerovingly, "...... If you want me to say, you should go to the countryside to buy some fields and live in peace! I heard that some time ago, the government was engaged in literary prison again, and arrested a number of writers who were shaking their pens and eating together...... Be careful! ”

“…… Look at what you said, I'm not a member of the Left Writers' Union, why is the government arresting me? Jinchina smiled and waved her hand, "...... All right! Get me some snacks and hot tea! After writing the manuscript for so long, everyone is a little hungry......" (to be continued......