December 20, 37 Taipei is sunny

still has a long talk with the second child, in fact, there is nothing to talk about, just sit and drink beer and kill time.

Newspapers are not easy to read, and they are full of transfers, broadcasts, and messes.

The Secret Bureau sent people in yesterday, and they didn't eat or move when they entered the door, and they fell asleep. The ceremony was simple, Meng Wei and Lao Sun (he was his father's driver in Taipei, forty years old, from Sichuan) carried him through the motions according to his handprints, and after dawn, Aunt Cheng looked at it and said it was fine. When I woke up, I got up and drank half a bowl of porridge.

The 26th Brigade will hold a meeting in Taoyuan tomorrow afternoon, at half past two in the afternoon.

I don't know any of the people here, Guo Jinyang flew to Shenyang to revolt, and there was no news. On 17 July, the Third Hall issued a notice that all planes landing in Taipei were not allowed to take off, for fear that we would return to the mainland.

It is also a notice from the third hall that all the pilots will be stationed at Taoyuan Airport to listen to it, there is a dormitory, and leave immediately, I don't want to stay here for a day.

The second said that he was going to Hong Kong to do business, and he was lucky to have books to read.

I can't write it, I'm upset! Don't want to stay here, the house is full of ghosts!

The old city of Chongqing is like a hungry tongue, frantically licking the turbid current under the Jialing River.

At Chaotianmen Wharf in June of the Gregorian calendar, the sky was bright at five o'clock in the morning, and there was a cloud of water vapor floating on the river. Wave after wave, the people on the shore seem to be walking under the water. Looking up, all eyes are shallow or dark, dirty gray-white.

He couldn't smell the smell, and his throat was burning hot. Fang Mengao wandered unconsciously on the dock path, kicking something at his feet from time to time...... There were soft ones, some hard, the hairy edges of the straw mat swept his ankles, and the seventeen-year-old boy had already begun to draw strips. Thin and high in this cloud of fog, a shadow that is neither human nor ghostly.

A hand grabbed his arm and dragged him back.

"Where's my mom." He sniffled, his sense of smell disappeared for a few days, and his five senses returned. Smoke of gunpowder, mist of water, thousands of corpses rotting in the midsummer vapor. "My mom...... Brother Zhongshi, where is my mother! ”

The man didn't answer, his fingers holding him warmly, and he was shaking.

At the beginning of the Lugou Bridge War in the 26th year of the Republic of China, the Fang family also moved out of the old house at No. 18 Ministry of Internal Affairs Street in Dongcheng, Beiping overnight. Dr. Fang Buting, who served in the Ministry of Finance, went to the capital Nanjing with the government, and Mrs. Fang went to Chongqing with her two sons and a daughter: anyone with a discerning eye could see that Pingjin had fallen and Shanghai would not be able to be saved. Then, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, the six counties of Jinling, the weak throat has also been exposed to the sword of the Japanese Invaders.

Dr. Fang's plan was flawless—and it always was. But who would have thought that the Japanese devils not only have trucks and heavy artillery, but also airplanes! The so-called rear, which could not be hit, was bombed from the sky. I don't know where they flew up from there, where they came out...... Always in the morning, when the sun is bright and warm, suddenly a dull and sharp air defense siren sounds, and you can't even see the shadow of the plane...... An iron bomb was dropped, a shrill whistle, and a long bamboo whistle.

When it landed, some iron watermelons crackled on the ground, and the window shook a few times, and there was a long crack. Some were even more terrifying—just a snap of cracks, followed by a heat wave that burned so brightly that the glass looked like a piece of dirty river ice that had been pulled out of a cellar in the summer, and the trees shook and melted in the window frames.

Fang Mengao gasped hard, and stood still without moving. In June, the Japanese devils went crazy and blew up the entire old city of Chongqing from the inside out. He was just about to leave the house that morning — put on his uniform and hat and ride his bike to Kyoritsu Middle School. Meng Wei was in elementary school, and he was like a follower every day, and when he pushed the car out, he would run two steps and jump into the back seat.

The mother also had a job, working in the Telegraph Building, and when the brothers went out, she sent her little sister to the church girls' school before she was transferred to the tram to work. There are many mountains in Chongqing, and foreign cars can't run. His mother also asked someone to buy a British kun car from India, and every day after school, he saw his little sister sitting in the courtyard on a fuchsia leather seat, and her two calves in white woolen stockings kicked up......

He wandered the streets of Chongqing like a ghost for two days. Every day, I ran around the morgue to find people, and at night I barely packed up my bones, begged for some water at the riverside pier to wash my head and face like a person, and went home with a strong spirit-

The home is gone, a pile of rubble. Meng Wei is still going to rummage through the ruins to find his treasures: cigarette signs, pinballs, and iron trucks imported from the United States...... The neighbor's aunt stopped her waist and hugged her: No, the bomb burned all the bricks, and they collapsed when they touched it!

He could only hug Meng Wei, feeling that the thirteen-year-old boy's ribs were like the wings of a little bird, and he tightened in his palm: Second, I still haven't found it. Mother...... Probably went to work, they evacuated, it was to Beibei, tomorrow I crossed the river to find ......

Meng Wei just shuddered, pretending not to see the shiny, crested crested kun handlebars in the pile of broken bricks. The brothers finally received a white cloth sheet and two bowls of mixed noodle porridge at the door of the Rescue and Rescue Bureau—the post and telecommunications office was still open. The middle school student sent an urgent telegram of 30 words to his father in Nanjing, and without telling Meng Wei, he directly said: In the event of an air raid, both mother and sister died, please send someone to pick up Meng Wei!

Dad was busy, dad was always busy. All kinds of business meetings, business handovers. Hundreds of employees are always in and out of the Treasury building, and the tightrope slides above them rattle to carry documents. Money, money is always important. Even Meng Wei knew that money was a good thing, and his mother gave him two yuan for pocket money every month, and Meng Wei had five double-horned silver quills. Fortunately, he still has some items in his school bag, and he can buy a few pot helmets to fill his belly. Meng Wei couldn't count on it at all, and there was no rest of the kennel in the kennel......

"Go back, young master." That morning, the man sent by his father finally found him through the school. A young man in his twenties, who claimed to have the surname Cui and his double name Zhongshi, was the secretary of the head of the Treasury Department of the Ministry of Finance. Medium build, thin shoulders. Set up a pair of round gold wire glasses, Chinese with Jiangnan accent.

Fang Mengao only felt that his heart that had been hanging for two days and three nights fell back into his belly - but when it was dawn, he didn't dare to continue to stay on the ruins of his home. During the day, the heat was steaming, and the corpse stink choked - he also said to Meng Wei the night before that it was the fried shredded pork in the cupboard, but Meng Wei was not a three-year-old child, how could he lie to himself?

So Fang Mengao could only continue to search, and heard that the people of the Relief Department and the Yang Church swept the dead bodies with reeds and put them on the Chaotianmen pier for the family to claim. He didn't dare to go, and he didn't want to go - I heard that the Chongqing garrison, Liu Zhi's soldiers, opened the mat and checked them one by one. What kind of watch rings, cousins' earrings and hairpins, even the gold teeth in the mouth will be knocked off!

"Young Master, go home, Meng Wei is going to school today, and I have to send him." Cui Zhongshi's fingers holding his forearm were still warm and slightly sweaty, hell, he actually felt hot and cold on this sultry morning...... It's not that he's sick, he's always been healthy, and he rarely has colds and coughs. He was just tired, and he used to think he was an adult in school, but when he encountered this kind of life and death event......

He's just a big kid with a sturdy shell. After all, it is a green reed by the river, and I have never seen the severe frost of autumn.

The sun rises and the fog begins to slowly dissipate. Fang Mengao stood among the 1,500 mutilated corpses, buried his face on Cui Zhongshi's shoulder, and howled loudly.