readx;?“ Very good, very good, you finally understand the truth. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info In this way, I can go with peace of mind. The voice of the official lady sounded in my ears.

I jerked my head up, not daring to open my eyes, for fear that the sound would be like the chirping of birds in a dream, and it would all disappear as soon as I opened my eyes.

"Auntie, you ...... Are you still there?" I asked hesitantly.

Mrs. Guan didn't answer, but I clearly heard her sigh.

"Auntie, I still don't know, what exactly are you going to teach me?" I used my ears to test the position of Aunt Guan.

The sound didn't come from where she fell, it came from the air.

I could perceive that the sound was wrapped around the beam, no longer an invisible sound wave, but a green smoke that curled and swung around the beam.

"What to teach you? That's all I have to say. If you ask again, I'm short of words. Even this picture, for many years, only half of it came to my mind—a strong enemy is approaching the north bank, what can our army do?" said Mrs. Guan.

"What can I do?" I shook my head slowly, "if you want to fight, no one can dispatch you; Whether it is fighting or surrendering, it is a dead end, so the defenders of the city can only choose to abandon the city and flee all the way south. This is history, and it is reality. ”

During the eight years of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, the Chinese took turns performing on the international stage, including men with high blood and iron bones, and traitors who groveled and confessed to being thieves as their fathers. They made choices based on their own outlook on life, worldview, and values, turning Chinese history into a stage drama that alternated between glory and shame. When we were in school, our teachers also asked us: If the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression is repeated again, which side will we stand on? In fact, everyone in Chinese should ask themselves, what role can they play in the eight-year war-torn War of Resistance?

Global wars will never end, and the cycle of history will never end. Therefore, there is still a chance for the same problem to be faced by all Chinese people-

"You can't choose?" asked Aunt Guan.

"Of course I chose to fight to the death. I said it categorically.

"The mantis arm is just a car. Aunt Guan sighed, "The old Jinan people often say, without diamond diamonds, how can you do porcelain work?

I was speechless, thinking that so many things had happened in the old mansion, and in the end I had to rely on Yan Gexing, an outsider, to clean up the mess, and I couldn't help but be ashamed.

"Son, the ancient Chinese created countless tactics of war, that is, to teach future generations that they must use wisdom and courage to destroy a strong enemy, not to hit a stone with an egg - I understood this truth when I realized the second half of that painting. Aunt Guan said again.

I recalled the half of the painting representing the south bank of the river, and for a while, I couldn't understand the words of the official lady.

"What's the use of an empty shore and an empty city?" I asked at once.

The voice of the official lady could disappear at any time, because her body was dead, and only her soul remained, as thin as a gossamer.

"An empty shore, an empty city, what's the use......" Aunt Guan repeated my words.

My mind lit up: "Empty city, empty city?"

Zhuge Kongming, the great sage of the Three Kingdoms period, once scared off the 200,000 army led by Sima Yi with an empty city, leaving behind the "empty city strategy" that made the global military strategists admire, creating a miracle of "no soldiers left" in the history of Chinese warfare.

In the eyes of many philosophers, Zhuge Kongming's "plan for an empty city" is full of Lao Tzu's profound philosophy of "existence and non-existence", which is unprecedented and shocks the past and the present.

If this blood painting is to teach me the truth of the "empty city plan", what step should I start with?

"Aunt Guan-" I haven't heard Aunt Guan's voice for a long time, and I can't help but scream.

She replied to me from afar, her voice already a dozen paces away.

"Aunt Guan, don't leave yet, what is the mystery of this painting you left behind?" I am afraid that I will not be able to comprehend the secret of the blood painting, and I will waste the hard work of Aunt Guan before her death.

"I ...... Days of the Dead...... It's already ...... Life is only a shell...... Ordinary people build ladders and send ...... Wise man...... Flying...... Soaring into the sky......" Her voice drifted farther and farther away, and by the end, it seemed to be a hundred paces apart.

I had to open my eyes, knowing that the "talking lady" was invisible, but even if I didn't open my eyes at the moment, I couldn't keep her.

Everything in the room has not changed, and the lady is leaning on the side of the bed, her posture motionless, just afraid that her body temperature has disappeared.

When I opened my eyes, it wasn't her who I saw, but the sound that lingered.

"Aunt Guan, Aunt Guan, Aunt Guan-" I shouted three times in a row, but there was no response, and I couldn't help but hang my head and be depressed.

This time, I saw through the meaning of half of the painting.

The meaning of this half of the painting is: on the north bank of the river, the Japanese invaders display heavy artillery and point to Henan. In the face of the Yellow River, which was not turbulent, they were able to erect pontoon bridges without much effort for large troops to pass through. What's more, the heavy artillery has an extremely long range, and the south bank of the river is simply within the bombing range. With the defense capability of the national army back then, it would be wiped out in a rain of bullets in an instant. The Japanese characters in the blood painting have the meaning of "prepare, shoot, cross the river", and it is conceivable that the battle is about to break out, and the Japanese invaders on the north bank of the river are about to break through the river and rush to Jinan City.

That's right, this is the battle of crossing the river that the Japanese invaded south, and there is no need for any text to explain it, and the vertical and horizontal handwriting in the picture is worth a thousand words.

In Henan, in the city of Jinan, tens of thousands of people are like candles in the wind, praying silently to the sky and to the gods and Buddhas for their fate.

History clearly records that after the Japanese invaders crossed the river, the people of Jinan fell into a fate that was worse than the "May Massacre", and the furnace was overturned.

At this time, if a heroic figure can be born, sniping the enemy chieftain and blocking the Japanese invaders on the bank of the Yellow River in this winter, it may be able to change the fate of Jinan City and the fate of Jinan people at that time.

The wheel of history has already run over 1937, and no one knows whether the battle of crossing the river of the Japanese invaders that year was smooth or negative -- "Does the official lady know? Maybe she knows, otherwise what was the purpose of leaving such a bloody painting before she died? If she really knew, why did she pass away in a hurry and leave no truth?"

There seem to be countless yin and yang calculations hidden in the blood talisman, but with my current understanding of the art of yin and yang, I can't accurately get a glimpse of it.

Mrs. Guan left behind a blood talisman, but at the same time, she also left endless puzzles, making the already complicated situation even more confusing.

Outside the door, Tang Wan had been silent, and seemed to have quietly disappeared.

I looked down at the blood talisman again, and the blank space representing the winter water of the Yellow River seemed more and more empty and frightening.

In all dynasties, all dynasties have regarded the great rivers and seas as a moat against the enemy, which cannot be crossed and will never disappear. However, so many changes of historical dynasties have unmistakably shown that the moat cannot be relied on at all, and any so-called natural danger is just a wishful thinking and fallacy of the guardians.

Then, the history of Jinan and the history of resistance against Japan show that the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, which run through Chinese mainland, have not become a lifesaver for the losers. On the contrary, the attackers successfully took advantage of the inertia of the defenders and made surprise attacks, tearing open the gaps in the moats, and finally bloodied the ancient city, inscribed the names of the losers on the pillar of shame of Chinese history several times.

I stood next to the blood talisman and looked at the large Japanese characters representing the heavy Japanese soldiers on the north bank of the river, and a panic that I had never experienced gradually spread in my heart. I'm afraid that back then, such a panic also permeated the hearts of the people of Jinan City.

The war is unkind, and the people of heaven and earth are regarded as dogs.

Today, I also deeply understand the wounds left by the war in the hearts of the old Jinan people.

Why did the lady leave such a blood talisman? What did she tell me and leave to the world?

What surprised me even more was that the south of the clearing had been in a quiet state. All the lines are chaotic and blurred, or crossing, or curved, or first joining and then parting, or first dividing and then combining, extremely chaotic and disorganized.

I know that once any talisman is written, it means something.

In that chaos, there must be the peak consciousness of the most wise man.

I hated my stupidity, and I couldn't help but think: "If Tang Wan is also in this room and hears the voice of Aunt Guan, will he be able to comprehend more than me?"

With this in mind, I walked to the door leading to the outhouse, ready to open the curtain and call Tang Wan to come in and meditate together.

My fingers touched the curtain, and I gasped suddenly, freezing from my fingertips to my shoulders.

I don't know when the appearance of the curtain has changed, the color is gray and white, there are no patterns, it should have been washed hundreds of times, the warp and weft fell apart, and after a few more wind and rain, maybe it will be turned into pieces.

"It's not ...... How could the curtain change? Unless...... Unless this time and space have changed—unless the Qushuiting Street outside has also changed the world!" I stood stiffly, and for a moment I didn't have the courage to lift the old curtain that was as light as nothing, for fear that when I raised my eyes, what I saw was already a strange era of things and people.

"Tang Wan, Tang Wan...... Are you outside?" I asked quietly through the curtain.

There was no answer outside the curtain, quietly, it seemed that Tang Wan had left.

As I listened, the sounds of cars and the city that I should have heard faintly were gone, and the only thing left in this small room was my heavy panting.

"If I go out and see something I shouldn't see, can I get it back?" I muttered to myself.

I wanted to raise my hand to wipe my sweat, but my palms were already full of cold sweat.

Before, I have read too many materials that travel through time and space, and when the door of time and space is opened, even if you take a small wrong step, you may fall into the dark cycle of eternal reincarnation and say goodbye to this world.

I hesitated and looked around the room again.

Aunt Guan is dead, and she won't give me any more inspiration, only the unbroken half of the blood talisman on the ground is quietly covered on the blue and white ground.

I thought about it again, the old mansion was still waiting for me to go back to support the scene. Except for me, no one will wear linen and filial piety to send grandpa out, and if it is delayed any longer, I am afraid that the neighbors and guests will be noisy.

"Tang Wan, I'm going to come out now. I raised my voice and screamed again.

Although I didn't hear Tang Wan's answer, I still resolutely opened the curtain.

There is a huge difference between the handmade homespun cloth of decades ago and the new cloth that has come off the modern industrial product line, and when your fingertips run over the curtain, you can feel that its edges are as thick and hard as a dull wood knife.

The curtain opened, and I didn't step out, but stood firmly with both feet, raising my eyes to look out.

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