The author solemnly declares: This story is purely fictional, the world, time, place, and characters are absolutely not similar, and there is no coincidence.

It was an ordinary day, the tram was ringing as usual, the workers were toiling as usual, the school was on time as usual, the teachers were serious and old-fashioned as usual, the children were lively and jumping as usual, the hawkers were carrying their burdens and hawking as usual, and the old dog in the street was lying in the corner as usual.

If time freezes here, it will be a black and white picture of life in the Republic of China, but today, it has finally been added an ominous stroke.

The air raid sirens sounded throughout Hengcheng, and the originally orderly rhythm was completely disrupted.

Xiang He couldn't help but shiver when he heard this voice, he couldn't care about the work in hand anymore, and ran to the playground like crazy, it was time for class to end, and there were many students playing in the open space, and they all panicked when they heard this sound. Who is not familiar with air raid sirens when they are born in troubled times?

At this time, the teachers also rushed out of the office or classroom, consciously began to gather the students, ready to run to the bomb shelter.

But the enemy planes were coming too fast, and the buzz in the sky was getting louder and louder before the students had gathered here.

"Let's go." Xiang He shouted.

Fortunately, the air-raid shelter was on the hillside not far away, and when everyone entered the cave, they just escaped the first wave of air raids.

"It's an incendiary bomb." Xiang He sighed, watching the school he had worked so hard to build almost turn into a sea of fire in the sharp whistling. Feeling distressed, he instructed the teachers to quickly count the number of students and ensure that all the students arrived safely.

Despite being in a solid bomb shelter, the sound of explosions from the outside world kept coming, and the ground vibrated continuously, and the electric lights overhead faltered to cast a dim light, causing the shadows on the pale faces of the teachers and students to shake, and they were all dyed with the color of horror.

"Headmaster." After a short period of time, the teacher who was in charge of counting the number of all students rushed to Xiang He: "There are more than a dozen students missing. ”

"What? Are they all coming to school today? "Xiang He was shocked,

The teacher nodded heavily: "Most of them are junior elementary school students, and they were there before the air raid." ”

"I'll have to find out." Xiang He turned around as he spoke, but was stopped by several teachers.

"How many can you rescue at your age? Let's go with us young people. "A few male teachers have rolled up their sleeves and are ready to get out of the hole.

"What? Fewer students? At this moment, a clear voice came from the entrance of the cave, and with the vibration, a tall and thin figure appeared in front of everyone.

"Teacher Shi?" "Mr. Shi......" Under the light, the big bald head was so conspicuous that everyone ignored the child he was holding in his arms.

"Didn't you bring one back?" Yuan Xing put the frightened little boy on the ground and smiled weakly.

......At this time, a girl with pigtails ran out of the crowd, hugged him, and cried: "Li Xiaopang is gone." "It is the squad leader Meng Zhaodi.

Yuan Xing was slightly stunned, stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on her face, and comforted: "Mr. will bring him back." After speaking, he didn't wait for everyone to react, turned around and ran.

"Don't worry, his kung fu is very good, and he will be safe." Xiang He was stunned for a long time before he said to the instructor on the side.

Yuan Xing walked out of the bomb shelter, did not immediately go to save people, but opened his eyes first, and in an instant, the world in front of him had more color.

But his body shook slightly, and he rushed back all the way from Yanlai Peak, because he was eager in his heart, and he used the Shenzu Tong that only touched the layers of fur at all, and his mental energy was very exertional.

But now that the situation is urgent, there are still many children in danger, and they can't care so much.

He looked at the burning campus, quickly locked on to the nearest target, and jumped out. By this time, the second wave of air raids had already arrived.

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"Sir, I'm afraid ......" In the bomb shelter, as the sound of explosions continued to come, the students who were barely able to maintain their composure at the beginning finally couldn't stand it. Although they were born in this era of war, there are many middle school students who have blurred their memories of the great air raid on Hengcheng five years ago, not to mention the children who have just learned something, and most of them have experienced such a terrible thing for the first time.

There was a loud bang, and a bomb seemed to explode above the roof of the cave, and as the walls of the ground shook violently, the electric light "snapped" and shattered, and then the broken stones fell from the top of the head, and the cave instantly became pitch black.

Panic spread, cries, shouts, and consolations rang out.

And at this moment, a faint singing voice sounded, and at first the voice was trembling, with an unconcealable fear, and it was not really audible.

But gradually, more voices came, some crisp and childish, some hoarse and out of tune. The teacher turned on the flashlight he carried with him, and in the faint light, he saw more than 30 little radish heads in the first class of the second year of junior high school leaning tightly together, holding small hands and standing straight.

After a child finished singing, the people next to him followed, obviously they also had tears on their faces, but their eyes were wide open, and there was such a stubbornness in their expressions.

"Gently wake up the sleeping mind and slowly open your eyes......"

All the noise in the cave ceased, and the people listened to this peaceful and eager tone, and their mood gradually calmed down. The children sang again, paused for a while, and then continued a second time, and the students next to them unconsciously sang to the tune, and then, more and more, until finally, all the teachers and students participated.

The bombardment of enemy planes continued, and the screaming and roaring continued, but in this small bomb shelter, none of this seemed to be there. They sang this song over and over again, some of them looked sad and gradually showed their fortitude, some of them were immersed in the past with mourning in their eyes, and some of them couldn't help themselves with tears in their eyes.

"Gently wake up the sleeping mind and slowly open your eyes. Look at the busy world, whether it is still lonely and non-stop. "Enemy planes roared overhead, the streets were chaotic, and people fled in all directions. But on the main streets, there are patrols who blow their whistles with the greatest strength of their lives, leading the panicked people to the nearest bomb shelter for shelter.

Yuan Xing kicked open the burning door, dragged the two students who were hiding inside and were already stupid to the open space, and then ran back with one hand in hand, and when they reached the entrance of the cave, they put people down, let them go in by themselves, and turned around and threw themselves into the fire again.

"The spring breeze does not understand the amorous feelings, and it blows the heart of the young man. Let the tears on yesterday's face dry with the memory. It was noisy outside, and an old man who was bedridden and unable to move struggled to sit up, looked at the roof with raging flames burning overhead, sighed, and closed his eyes.

The fire burned bigger and bigger, and in the state of opening his eyes, Yuan Xing could tell where there were living people, but after only one round trip, the light and shadow in his memory were dim and disappeared in the fire, which made him impatient.

"Looking up for the wings of the sky, the migratory bird appears in its shadow, bringing the news of famine in the distance, and the relentless flames of war still exist." In the barracks in the north and south of the city, the sound of anti-aircraft machine guns never stopped. "I'll come." A battalion commander took off his hat and smashed it to his feet, then dragged the machine gunner to the side, and went into battle himself, aiming at the enemy planes and firing them in bursts, cursing and cursing incessantly.

An aerial bomb exploded next to Yuan Xing, and although he nimbly dodged the flying shrapnel, his eardrums seemed to be injured, and his brain buzzed instantly, and the rest of the sound could not be heard.

"Who can ignore his homeland, put aside the childhood in his memory, who can bear to look at his sorrow yesterday. Take away our smiles. "The high-altitude bombs fell like dumplings, and there was nowhere to hide, and a mother could only close her eyes when she saw a huge black shadow overhead, but instinctively protected her child in her arms.

Yuanxing rescued many students, but Li Hongyi was still nowhere to be found, and he was even more anxious.

"The snow in Yushan is drifting, burning the young man's heart. Let the true feelings melt into musical notes, and pour out distant blessings. Hengcheng dug a lot of air-raid shelters, there are men carrying burdens, one hand dragging the daughter-in-law, the other hand pulling the child, seeing that the vitality is in front of him, the child actually broke free from his hand, he was just about to scold, but saw the little boy staggering to the side, hugged a little milk dog that couldn't stop wailing, and then staggered back to his father, the man sighed, took the child and the puppy in his arms, and walked quickly into the hole.

The flames continued to spread, and Yuan Xing could only take off his robe, tear the wrap on his hands, and didn't care about the bubbles that the flames were burning on his body, his eyes were wide open, looking for his student in the thick smoke.

"Sing your passion, stretch out your hands, let me embrace your dreams, let me have your true face. Let our smiles, full of youthful pride, offer our sincere prayers for tomorrow. Yuan Xing finally found Li Hongyi hiding in a classroom, but when he rushed through the door, he found that the child was lying on the ground unconscious, and a large piece of burning tile beams smashed on his legs.

Seeing this scene, he hurriedly stepped forward and stepped aside the beam with his hands wrapped in strips of cloth, looking at the blurred piece of flesh and blood, his eyes were red.

"Youth is incomprehensible to red dust, and rouge is stained with ash. Let the tears that you haven't seen for a long time moisten your face...... The sunrise wakes up the morning, the earth is reborn with brilliance, and the sound of the breeze becomes a music of life. Carrying Li Xiaopang back to the bomb shelter, he wanted to save people again, but he was dragged. Xiang He said something to him, but unfortunately he couldn't hear anything at this time, and finally the other party even wrote it with a gesture, so that he understood that the children were basically back, and there were a few, but the fire had spread to the entire campus, and those students were probably more than lucky. Principal Xiang meant that he couldn't take the life of Yuan Xing again, and Yuan Xing thought of the light and shadow hidden in the fire before, and his heart was gloomy.

At this time, there was no need to fight hard, but the anger was discharged, and the body immediately stood unsteadily, and sat on the ground with one ass. Only then did the people on the side see the burns on his body, and hurriedly took medicine bandages to help him bandage, and Yuan Xing let them fiddle with them, and after a while, he fell asleep.

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After the air raid, it was a mess, and several streets in Hengcheng were almost in ruins, littered with broken walls and miserable corpses.

Liu Ziyu had already rushed down from the mountain to help the school deal with the follow-up matters, and this time he came specifically to find Yuanxing.

"Thanks to you this time, there are very few accidents with the students, but there are still three missing."

Dressed in a coat and holding a rosary in his hand, he hung his head and folded his head every time a stretcher passed. He could already hear the voice, and he couldn't help but be silent after listening to Liu Ziyu's words.

"You taught that song?" Liu Ziyu asked again.

Yuan Xing nodded, he also knew what happened in the bomb shelter, but his heart had mixed feelings, this song was taught by him, it was full of love for life and longing for the future, but the reality was too cruel......

"Lao Xiang said that this song is very good, and it should be promoted to the education community, do you have no opinion?"

"I heard that song before, and it wasn't written by a poor monk, how can I have an opinion?" Yuan Xing shook his head, and then asked, "How is Li Hongyi?" ”

"I've woken up, my parents are with me, but unfortunately my legs can't be saved." Liu Ziyu sighed.

Although he had been mentally prepared, Yuan Xing couldn't help but regret when he heard the news, what should he do in the future if a cheerful and lively child lost his legs.

"By the way, the school will be moved in a few days, you can prepare." Liu Ziyu reminded.

"Moving schools?" Yuan Xing lowered his eyes, but only shook his head: "Don't go." ”

"Didn't you say yes?" Liu Ziyu looked at him in surprise: "Why did you change your mind again?"

After thinking about it, he asked in a low voice: "Putting aside the things that were handed over to me for safekeeping, what is your identity?" Did you use your Buddhist supernatural powers before? Is there really a monk in the world? ”

Faced with this series of questions, Yuan Xing only smiled and did not answer.

Liu Ziyu saw that he didn't say anything, and he didn't ask anymore.

The two of them walked forward again, and saw that they were almost at Yuanxing's residence, which was fortunately not bombed and still maintained its original appearance.

Finally, there is still a place to live, and Aunt Ji and Brother Huang are also safe. Yuan Xing thought about it, suddenly stopped, turned to look at Liu Ziyu, and said, "I hope you can take more care of my students in the future, and in addition, find an opportunity to pass a message to Li Hongyi, the teacher is just a mortal, and he can't bear to connect his legs." But he can also vent his evil anger for him. ”

"You ......" Liu Ziyu was shocked: "Are you crazy?" There is going to be a war here, what are you doing here as a monk? Is chanting excessive? Listening to the other party's tone of explaining the aftermath, it is not clear what Yuan Xing is thinking.

"Don't worry, I won't meet the Buddha easily." Yuan Xing slowly spoke: "It's just that I'm really unwilling to go like this, and my heart is depressed, how can I practice smoothly?" ”

"What are you going to do?" Liu Ziyu frowned.

Yuan Xing heard the words but it was worth it, and a thick smile bloomed on his face, at this moment he was standing in the middle of the alley, and the evening sun poured on his body, covering him with a layer of brilliant light and shadow.

He said word by word: "Poor monks should give alms......"