Chapter 10 Chapter nine

The bombing for two consecutive days caused huge damage to the urban area of ​​Chongqing.The buildings of Jimin Hospital were also collapsed and damaged in many places. The open space outside the hospital building was full of dark bomb craters. Under the light of the burning fire, it seemed like a hideous entrance to hell.In the hospital building, Song Meiling, who came here for inspection, had a stern expression on her face, and walked slowly through the corridor full of wounded with the secretary and the guards.Some of the wounded recognized Song Meiling, while others just watched indifferently.He Xuezhu and several medical staff came over pushing a stretcher.He Xuezhu recognized Song Meiling and was very surprised: Madam Jiang?

Song Meiling nodded reservedly: Where is the dean? He Xuezhu: I am the vice president. Song Meiling's secretary: What about the director? He Xuezhu gently lifted the white sheet on the stretcher: he was dead.A bomb hit the operating room directly. Song Meiling looked at the dean's body, stared at it in pain for a while, and waved her hands to push the stretcher away.Then, she held He Xuezhu kindly: You have worked hard!Are there any difficulties? He Xuezhu hesitated for a moment: The Japanese devils didn't pay attention to international conventions at all!The hospital has suffered a lot, and we are short of manpower, especially the vehicles for transporting the wounded.I know that there are still many injured people in the urban area, but there is no way to send them here.

Song Meiling: I see, I will find a way to help you.Let me lend you my car first. He Xuezhu: Thank you so much! Song Meiling shook her head slightly: You continue to work. Then, Song Meiling walked quickly to the outside of the hospital, turned her head to the secretary and said to the secretary as she walked: Ask the driver to take part in transporting the wounded immediately.You hurry back and mobilize some cars to transport the wounded, the more the better, fast! Soong Meiling came outside the hospital, He Xuezhu followed behind her, just about to say something, but saw Soong Meiling has walked quickly to the street outside.At both ends of the street, there are still wounded people swarming toward the hospital.Soong Meiling stood in the middle of the street, looked at these wounded people supporting the old and the young, took out a white handkerchief from her pocket, and held it in her hand.Then he said to his two guards: You all go, go over there to stop the car!Stop all passing cars.

The two guards hesitated. Song Meiling: Hurry up! The two guards had no choice but to leave Soong Meiling and stand in the middle of the street, guarding one direction.A military truck came through the crowd from another direction with its headlights on. Soong Meiling raised the white handkerchief in her hand, walked quickly to the middle of the street, and stopped the military truck.With the screeching sound of the truck's brakes, a soldier jumped out of the driver's seat of the military truck. He didn't even recognize who the person who stopped the truck was, and when he walked up to Song Meiling, he cursed: What the hell are you doing? !Don't die?

Song Meiling looked at his military rank: Sergeant, the hospital needs to borrow your car to transport the wounded. Soldier: Shit, I have military affairs, get out of here! The guard standing on the other side saw this scene, ran over quickly, rushed forward and slapped the sergeant: show respect! The soldier was dumbfounded, and was about to draw his gun: You... the guard shouted: "You don't have eyes?" !This is Mrs. Jiang! The soldier was terrified: Jiang... Madam Jiang, I'm sorry, my dog ​​eyes... Please forgive me... Song Meiling smiled indifferently: It's okay, there are no vehicles in the hospital, and many wounded cannot be sent here. Let me borrow your car Go and help deliver it, okay?

The soldier quickly said: No problem, no problem. Song Meiling: Then go to the hospital as soon as possible and follow their arrangements. The soldier gave Soong Meiling a military salute, then climbed into the car, and the car drove past Soong Meiling towards the hospital. Song Meiling watched the truck leave, then held up a white handkerchief, and walked towards another car approaching with its headlights on. The guard dared not be careless and rushed ahead of her. He Xuezhu looked at Soong Meiling's figure and the white handkerchief waving constantly, feeling a little admiration in her heart.

A house near Yang Chunxue's residence was still burning, and the flames pierced through the night, flickering on the window of Yang Chunxue's room.Yang Chunxue was in front of the window, pasting a rice-shaped explosion-proof pattern on the glass with white paper strips.The glass of several windows has already been covered with such notes by her, which is very dazzling in the light of the fire.The door of the room was suddenly opened, and Tang Shangjun rushed in with some panic.Yang Chunxue looked back at her husband, and continued to stick to the last window. Tang Shangjun: Chun Xue, what time are you still doing this?

Yang Chunxue: What's the matter? Tang Shangjun: Can those notes of yours stop the Japanese bombs? ! Yang Chunxue: Something is better than nothing. Tang Shangjun took out two pieces of paper from his pocket: Look!Yang Chunxue had finished sticking the note at this time, walked over and took the piece of paper to look at: Air ticket to Hong Kong? Tang Shangjun: I paid a lot of money to get it, the plane tomorrow afternoon. Yang Chunxue was silent for a moment, then said firmly: I will not leave. Tang Shangjun was shocked: What? ! Yang Chunxue: You bought the ticket without discussing it with me?If you want to leave, you will go alone. If I don’t, I will stay in Chongqing!

Tang Shangjun: Are you crazy? Yang Chunxue: I'm not crazy.Leaving at this time feels like a deserter. Tang Shangjun smiled mockingly: You are not a soldier. Yang Chunxue: I am not a soldier, but what the Japanese devils bombed was not a military target either! Tang Shangjun: What does this concern you?Haruyuki, come with me, the Japanese will bomb again, Chongqing is too dangerous! Yang Chunxue: You go alone, I'm not as timid as you. Tang Shangjun finally got angry: Am I timid?Are you brave? !What do you think you are?You are nothing but an actor, an actor!Is it necessary to stay here with these Chongqing people waiting for death in vain? !

Yang Chunxue: So what if you wait to die?I'm needed here, and I'm needed here.We can at least give them moral support! Tang Shangjun was a little annoyed: Ah, I understand, the people here don't need me, but you!Especially the captain surnamed Xia, he needs you very much!And probably not just moral support! Yang Chunxue: You are talking nonsense! Tang Shangjun smiled coldly: Forget it, you think I can't see or feel it? ! Yang Chunxue looked at him in disgust, and became calm: so what?Tang Shangjun walked around the room angrily, then stared at Yang Chunxue fiercely: Is that so? !Yang Chunxue nodded silently but firmly.

Tang Shangjun almost gritted his teeth: Yang Chunxue, I have done my best, whether to leave or stay is up to you!If you want to leave, we will meet you at the airport tomorrow. If you want to stay, you can go with your captain and wait for the Japanese bombs!After speaking, he stuffed a plane ticket in Yang Chunxue's hand, then slammed the door and went out. Yang Chunxue watched the door close angrily, then looked at the plane ticket in his hand, tore it into shreds, and threw it on the closed door.Debris fluttered down and scattered all over the floor. The next morning, the sun was still bright. Among the ruins, Guo Moruo, Director of the Third Office of the Political Department of the Military Commission of the Nationalist Government and Director of the Cultural Work Committee, and a group of men and women from the literary and artistic circles came to a tall wall.The wall faces the sun, and in the black ruins, the white lime on the wall is very eye-catching. Guo Moruo looked around, then at the white wall, and said, "It's right here." Under Guo Moruo's command, several men and women set up ladders and prepared to write slogans with red paint on the white walls.Zheng Qi is helping a man open a paint bucket.Yang Chunxue and a few others dusted off some dust on the white wall with a rag. The man dipped the paint with a brush, stood up and asked Guo Moruo: Mr. Guo, what are you writing? Guo Moruo thought about it: the simplest and easiest to recognize.This wall faces east, and the Japanese planes flew over from the east.The characters had to be written so big that the Japanese devils could see them on the plane.In my opinion, just write "Down with the Japanese invaders!", it must be very big! man: ok.Zheng Qi, hold the paint for me. Several people started writing at the same time. Guo Moruo walked to a nearby ruin, kicked a piece of black wood that was still smoking, and fell silent.He looked back at the wall again, and the word "beat" for "down" had gradually formed.The man stood on the ladder and continued writing. Another person was writing the word "Japan" on tiptoe, which seemed a little difficult.He turned to Zheng Qi, who was carrying a paint bucket beside him, and said, "Go and help me find a wooden stick. This brush is too short." Zheng Qi put the paint bucket on the ground, turned around and ran into the ruins.Instead of a stick, she found an airplane tire.Zheng Qi looked further and saw the wreckage of a plane wing with the logo of the Chinese Air Force on it.She hurried over and lifted the wreckage with her hands, only to find a charred corpse underneath.Zheng Qi took a few steps back in fear, and suddenly remembered something.She scrambled among the rubble with her feet, found a blackened stick, picked it up and ran back to the wall, handing the stick to the man. Man: Do you have a handkerchief? Zheng Qi touched her pocket: no. Yang Chunxue came over at this moment: I have it here. Zheng Qi said with a dazed expression: Haruyuki, help me get some paint. After Yang Chunxue handed the handkerchief to the man, he picked up the paint bucket: What's the matter with you? Zheng Qi hesitated: Me?I... I'm in a hurry, so let's leave first.After speaking, Zheng Qi left in a panic.The man had tied the paintbrush to the stick with a handkerchief and went on writing.Guo Moruo walked over at this time.He asked for a paintbrush from the man: give it to me. Man: Mr. Guo, can you write the next three words? Guo Moruo: No, I just add something for you. After finishing speaking, Guo Moruo added some paint on the two characters "Japan" that had already been written, making the two characters look broken and distorted. Xia Chengyuan led a team of engineers running over from the road next to the ruins. Through the broken walls of the ruins beside the road, he could clearly see the words "Down with the Japanese invaders!" written on the white wall just now. The slogan, under the sunlight, the red letter slogan is very eye-catching.Yang Chunxue and those friends from the literary and art circles came down from the ruins, still discussing something.When Xia Chengyuan saw Yang Chunxue, he stopped and waved for the engineers to move on. Yang Chunxue also saw Xia Chengyuan, and hurried to Xia Chengyuan's side: How are you? Xia Chengyuan: Not bad. Yang Chunxue: How is home? Xia Chengyuan shook his head. Yang Chunxue was concerned: something happened? Xia Chengyuan: Xiaohua and Xiangmeng are missing. Yang Chunxue: How come? ! Xia Chengyuan: The first day of the bombing... Xiangmeng took his son to the park, but I haven't found them until now. Yang Chunxue: I will find it, don't worry. Xia Chengyuan nodded: how are you? Yang Chunxue forced a smile: It's okay. Xia Chengyuan: Where is your husband? Yang Chunxue: Him?Ran. Xia Chengyuan: What do you mean, run away? Yang Chunxue: I'm back in Hong Kong. I'm on the plane this afternoon. Xia Chengyuan: Then you... Yang Chunxue: I won't leave. Xia Chengyuan: Why? Yang Chunxue: I don't want to be a deserter at this time!But he was a cowardly man, terrified by the bombing of the Japanese devils. Xia Chengyuan glanced at Yang Chunxue with some appreciation, but said nothing. Yang Chunxue: Are you free tonight? Xia Chengyuan hesitated: No... Yang Chunxue: Come to my house, I will cook a good meal for you.Or should I go to your house?Your wife and children are not here, so you must not be able to eat well? Xia Chengyuan finally shook his head: Forget it, I have too many tasks, you know the two days of bombing... I'm leaving, take care. Yang Chunxue: OK.Take care of you too! Xia Chengyuan didn't say anything else, and ran away to chase his subordinates.Yang Chunxue looked at Xia Chengyuan's back, feeling a little lost. The corridors of Jimin Hospital were filled with blood-stained wounded people. In a crowded ward, the injured Jiang Qingdong lay unconscious on the bed.The afternoon sun shone through the window and fell on his head brightly.His head was covered with white gauze, only the eyes, nostrils, and mouth were exposed, and the gauze was soaked with black blood, which looked quite glaring in the sun.Zheng Juan was crying and sitting beside Jiang Qingdong's bed, wringing her handkerchief vigorously.Gu Hongyuan stood aside, not knowing how to comfort Zheng Juan. He Xuezhu walked into the ward at this moment, and came to them through the bed. Zheng Juan stood up quickly: Mom, is he saved? He Xuezhu: We haven't passed the critical period yet.But you have to have faith, I believe he can survive. Gu Hongyuan: Where did it hurt? He Xuezhu: The skull was broken, and it is not yet known whether there are shrapnel inside.There are still a few injuries on the body, but they have been treated. Zheng Juan: How long will she be in a coma? He Xuezhu: It's hard to say. Zheng Juan tried to calm herself down: Mom, please give me a clear answer, okay? He Xuezhu hesitated for a moment before saying: Qingdong's injury is very serious.The coma is not a big problem, the key is his head.If there is shrapnel in the skull, or if other tissues in the skull are damaged, it can be very troublesome. Zheng Juan's tears flowed down again: Is there no other way? He Xuezhu: You have seen the situation in the hospital... We don't have enough manpower, we don't have enough means, and we have to deal with so many wounded... Zheng Juan finally couldn't help it: Why are you complaining to me? !Mom, I'm not asking you about the situation in the hospital, I'm asking you, is there any way to save my husband! Gu Hongyuan quickly came over and grabbed Zheng Juan: Mrs. Jiang, don't be like this... He Xuezhu looked at Gu Hongyuan, and didn't care about Zheng Juan's attitude, but said helplessly: Xiaojuan, that's what I want to say.Qingdong's current situation is very dangerous, and the hospital may not be able to do anything.Even if he is revived, it may not be able to solve the trauma to his head, especially the intracranial trauma. Only then did Zheng Juan control herself: Mom, I'm sorry, I just... you mean, there is no hope for him to recover? He Xuezhu: Of course I will do my best.However, if he could be transferred to a better hospital, even Hong Kong, the hope of a complete cure would be much greater. Gu Hongyuan quickly asked: Do you think it can be treated in Hong Kong? He Xuezhu nodded.Zheng Juan stopped talking.She walked to Jiang Qingdong's bed and gently kissed Jiang Qingdong's exposed lips.Of course, Jiang Qingdong would not have any reaction. Zheng Juan: Qingdong, I know you can't hear me, but I want to tell you, I must find a way to make you recover! At this moment, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, and Zheng Xianbo hurried in.He looked at everyone, didn't speak, walked to the bed, bent over to look at Jiang Qingdong silently, then reached out to shake Jiang Qingdong's hand that was exposed outside the bed sheet, but Jiang Qingdong still didn't respond at all.Zheng Xianbo gently put Jiang Qingdong's hand back in place, his eyes were moist.He made up his mind and held back.Then, looking back at He Xuezhu, the expression on his face became much calmer: Have you taken any measures? He Xuezhu nodded: she has been in a coma for almost twenty hours. Zheng Xianbo gently hugged Zheng Juan who came to him, and said to He Xuezhu: You are tired too, go home early and have a rest. He Xuezhu: I can't leave right now.You go back first. Zheng Xianbo: What do I need to do? He Xuezhu: I have already told Xiaojuan that it is best to send Qingdong to Hong Kong for treatment. Zheng Xianbo sighed: Go to Hong Kong?Easier said than done. Zheng Juan sobbed and said: Dad, we have to find a way. Gu Hongyuan looked at Zheng Juan movedly, thoughtfully. Since the Japanese planes did not come to bomb, the antiaircraft artillery position on the outskirts of Chongqing seemed quiet.The sun was still shining brightly, and some soldiers were overhauling the anti-aircraft guns on the artillery positions.The sun shines through the leaves into a forest next to the position. Several pine trees were blown off, and the bare stumps seemed to be fresh wounds.On the clearing in the forest, three brand-new earthen graves were piled up, without even a tombstone on the top of the graves.Holding a military shovel in his hand, Zhang Xudong cultivated soil for a grave on the far side.Then, he dropped the shovel and sat down on the ground opposite the grave. Du Zhiguo came from the side of the forest, put the ladle used by the village girl in front of the grave on the far side, and looked at Zhang Xudong with complicated emotions: There was nothing in her house, it was blown up. Zhang Xudong was speechless, and broke off a branch severely with his hands. Du Zhiguo: Xudong, I...Zhang Xudong still didn't speak, and looked at Du Zhiguo in a daze. Du Zhiguo hesitated for a while, and finally summoned up the courage to say: I could have saved her... Zhang Xudong: What did you say? Du Zhiguo: I could have saved her.The devil's plane swooped down, and I told her not to run, she was not far from my hiding place.But she couldn't hear it, or she didn't understand, then she should lie down immediately... Zhang Xudong seemed to understand: What about you?what are you doing? ! Du Zhiguo muttered: I... I was lying down, and then the enemy planes started shooting, and she fell a few steps away from me. Zhang Xudong: You didn't save her? !She is right in front of you and you didn't save her? ! Du Zhiguo: At that time, the plane started to dive. I was afraid... Zhang Xudong suddenly jumped up from the ground and grabbed Du Zhiguo by the collar: Are you afraid? !Are you afraid of losing your own life? !You worthless son of a bitch!Are you fucking human or not? ! Du Zhiguo: At that time... Zhang Xudong slapped Du Zhiguo hard: Du Zhiguo, you are a fucking bastard!You are a bastard, do you understand? ! Du Zhiguo was beaten and fell to the ground. He touched his lips with his hand, and blood was already oozing from the corner of his mouth.However, he did not resist, nor did he speak.Zhang Xudong still wanted to kick Du Zhiguo, but he held back, and walked around Du Zhiguo like a beast with nowhere to vent. Du Zhiguo's eyes glistened with tears: "Go ahead, you're right, I'm not human!"You hit it! Zhang Xudong stared at Du Zhiguo fiercely, but said nothing.He looked at the village girl's grave, then kicked a pine tree next to him vigorously, and left.Du Zhiguo sat on the ground blankly, watching Zhang Xudong leave with regret on his face. It was almost dusk when Zheng Qi left her companions and took a truck to the air force base outside Chongqing.The setting sun is approaching the top of the mountain in purple and black, and the air force base is full of bleakness.The oblique sunlight shone on several planes on the tarmac, making them look a little lonely. Zheng Qi failed to find An Fuyao, but only saw the lonely Gu Guosong.An Fuyao did not come back, Gu Guosong just heard from other pilots that An Fuyao might have jumped out of the sky.A few days passed, and there was no news from the airport, the Garrison Command and the Air Defense Command.The extremely disappointed Zheng Qi was depressed, and Gu Guosong didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only silently accompany her.The two talked for a while, and then sat down on the grass next to the empty tarmac.A gust of wind blew, and Zheng Qi's hair was a little messed up by the wind. Zheng Qi looked at the sky silently, and asked after a while: Is it possible for the pilot to survive after parachuting from the sky? Gu Guosong: It depends on the situation.Generally speaking, there is still a possibility of survival.However, if the plane of the Japanese devils found him parachuting and attacked him...or landed in the Yangtze River, it would be difficult to say. Zheng Qi stubbornly: No, I don't believe it!It will not be like this! Gu Guosong had no choice but to comfort her: I don't believe it either, An Fuyao is a man, he won't just leave... Zheng Qi's tears flowed out: Are you old comrades-in-arms? Gu Guosong: I have known him not long ago. I have just been his mechanic for two or three months. He is a real air force soldier.How about you?How long have you known him? Zheng Qi was still crying, and didn't wipe her tears, she replied as if talking to herself: "It's been a long time, I think we've known each other for a long time... After finishing speaking, Zheng Qi stood up abruptly and wiped her face vigorously. Go to the tears and walk towards the gate of the base.Gu Guosong quickly stood up and ran to her side. Zheng Qi turned her head to look at Gu Guosong, and smiled sadly: If there is any news, no matter what it is... please tell me as soon as possible, okay?I want to go back. Gu Guosong: How about I take you back to the city? Zheng Qi: No, I just go to the town ahead and call a rickshaw. Gu Guosong: If he comes back, I will let him find you right away. Zheng Qi and Gu Guosong shook hands: Thank you! Zheng Qi left Gu Guosong, and soon walked out of the gate of the base.She was walking along the road for a while, when a jeep drove towards her, kicking up a thick cloud of dust.Zheng Qi hurriedly moved to the side of the road, and continued walking without looking at the jeep. In fact, An Fuyao and another Air Force official were sitting in the driving jeep.An Fuyao suddenly saw Zheng Qi passing by outside the jeep, and immediately shouted: Zheng Qi!Zheng Qi!Miss Cheng! Zheng Qi didn't hear An Fuyao's cry. The jeep screeched to a halt.An Fuyao rushed out of the jeep and waved his hand wrapped in gauze vigorously: Miss Zheng!Zheng Qi! Hearing the shout, Zheng Qi looked back, paused for a while, and was sure that the person who was still waving was An Fuyao, and then ran over in great surprise. An Fuyao also ran towards Zheng Qi.After the two ran together, An Fuyao was still a little puzzled: Miss Zheng, what are you doing here? Zheng Qi didn't answer, but threw herself into An Fuyao's arms with forgetfulness, and hugged him warmly.An Fuyao was taken aback for a moment, and then hugged Zheng Qi tightly. Zheng Qi raised her head, with tears in her eyes again: I thought, I thought you were sacrificed. At the gate of the air force base, Gu Guosong also happily ran towards this side, and while running, he waved happily to call the couple hugging together.The dust kicked up by the jeep hadn't cleared away, and the warm sunlight passed through the dust, casting a golden halo on the two figures. The setting sun has approached the top of the mountain, leaving only a ray of afterglow. Next to the ruins in downtown Chongqing, Xia Chengyuan and a group of engineers set up a cordon to keep some spectators out.A few tens of meters away in front of them, there was an engineer with an even immature appearance squatting on the ground, trying to dispel a bomb left in the ruins. Xia Chengyuan watched the engineer's back nervously: "Listen carefully!" The engineer didn't look back, and shouted: I didn't hear you. Xia Chengyuan paused, thought for a while, and then said: Then find the fuse! Engineer: Got it. The engineer was still fiddling with the bomb, Xia Chengyuan looked at the arguing crowd behind him, and frowned.But he didn't say anything.He looked at the sapper again: found it? Engineer: Not yet...I don't know...it's a little different. Xia Chengyuan: Do you want me to come over and take a look? Engineer: No need. Time passed by second by second, and the atmosphere seemed to be getting more and more tense.In front of the bomb, the sapper squatting had beads of sweat on his forehead.He tried to remove a screwed cover on the missile body, but couldn't. Xia Chengyuan looked at his watch, feeling a little impatient: I'm here. Engineer: Don't come here, I'm fine. Xia Chengyuan: You stop, evacuate immediately, I'll come and have a look!After speaking, Xia Chengyuan stood up and walked towards the engineer.After he walked a few steps, the engineer suddenly dropped the tool in his hand, knelt down, put his ear on the bomb and listened again, then stood up in horror: I made a mistake, it was a delay bomb! Xia Chengyuan was stunned for a moment: What did you say? ! The engineer turned around with a look of horror: it's a delayed bomb! Xia Chengyuan: Hurry up and leave! The engineers ran in the direction of Xia Chengyuan.However, the instant he started, the bomb exploded with a bang.In the flames of the explosion, the engineer fell forward and fell to the ground.Xia Chengyuan was thrown back by the air wave and almost fell.He stood still, rushed in front of the sapper, threw himself on the sapper's bloody body, and turned him over.The engineer soldier's face was also covered with blood, his eyes were already distracted, but his lips were trembling, as if he wanted to say something. Xia Chengyuan hugged his head: It's okay, you're okay!Talk, talk to me! Engineer: I... I'm sorry... Xia Chengyuan turned around and shouted: Give me help immediately!Then he said to the engineer: Brother, hold on, talk to me, don't stop!Say it! Engineer Bing: I didn't hear it... close to his mouth, Xia Chengyuan finally heard his words clearly: It's okay, brother!Next time, next time you can hear it! The engineer's voice faded: I... didn't... didn't hear it... other engineers surrounded them, some took out first-aid kits, and some were ready to carry people.But the engineer had died, and his eyes were open in a daze.Xia Chengyuan looked at the soldiers around him, then gently closed the eyes of the young engineer, stood up slowly, looked at the corpse of the engineer, and saluted him with trembling hands.The other soldiers followed Xia Chengyuan and saluted the engineer.The onlookers slowly approached, silently watching the young victim. The bloody setting sun finally buried the last ray of light of the day on the top of the distant mountains. In the evening, Xia Chengyuan rode his motorcycle back to the street where his home was located.He parked the motorcycle in the middle of the street with a dejected expression. He kept the engine on, and habitually looked up at the windows of his house—the windows that had been dark for several days turned out to be lit!Xia Chengyuan jumped out of the car, pushed the motorcycle to the side of the street with a bang, ran into the door facing the street, and ran up the stairs in three steps at a time in the dark. Sun Xiangmeng in the room was under the lamp, gently coaxing Xiaohua to sleep.Xiaohua was already asleep, and Sun Xiangmeng was still patting him lightly. Xia Chengyuan broke open the door and rushed in: Xiangmeng! Sun Xiangmeng stood up from the bed: Cheng Yuan! Xia Chengyuan rushed to Sun Xiangmeng's side and hugged her: "Where did you go?" !how is the child ! Sun Xiangmeng smiled wearily: Xiao Hua is fine.We were scattered by the crowd.The next day there was another bombing, and I hid in the air-raid shelter for a day. Xia Chengyuan was a little annoyed: I thought you...you are too, you should have come back yesterday! Sun Xiangmeng: Can you?I dragged a child along in a mess, and finally found the way back. Later, Xiaohua became sleepy and couldn't walk, so I took him to an air-raid shelter and slept until noon.Just as I was about to leave, I encountered another alarm, so I had to stay there overnight. Xia Chengyuan: Don't you know how to find someone from the army and ask them to send you back? ! Sun Xiangmeng: You speak lightly!It was such a mess, and besides, we were stunned by the bombing. Xia Chengyuan was still pestering: I'm so anxious!Looking for you everywhere, Dad and the others are also anxious to death! Sun Xiangmeng: I know, but what can I do?Isn't this coming back nicely? Xia Chengyuan: It's all you!Take the kids to see what peacocks! Sun Xiangmeng finally couldn't help it anymore: What's the matter with you? !We're home, not a single word of kindness!Are you not happy that we are back? ! Xia Chengyuan: Of course I am happy!But you are too worrisome...Xiao Hua suddenly yelled in a daze: Dad...Dad...the peacock is gone...Xia Chengyuan held back the words on his lips, walked to the bed, Kneeling down and touching his son's forehead, the expression on his face softened.He looked at Sun Xiangmeng standing in the middle of the room, but he stood up without saying a word, and looked at his son again.Sun Xiangmeng also walked behind Xia Chengyuan at this time, and asked softly: Cheng Yuan, what happened? Xia Chengyuan turned around, his eyes already moist: I... Just now, a soldier from the engineering battalion died. Sun Xiangmeng: During bomb discharge? Xia Chengyuan nodded: He was just 20 years old and died in my arms. Sun Xiangmeng understood Xia Chengyuan's mood, and she gently hugged Xia Chengyuan from behind.Xia Chengyuan also turned around and smiled hard: It's my fault, I shouldn't blame you.This account should be accounted for by the Japanese devils!I'm so glad you're back safe and sound. Sun Xiangmeng rested his head on Xia Chengyuan's shoulder. On the same night, the restaurant at Wuhan W Base was full of laughter.The Japanese pilots were singing Japanese songs, drinking and having fun.They were celebrating the successful bombing of Chongqing. In a corner of the restaurant, Tomoo Marukawa looked at the photos in his hand one by one.In the photos, there are both the scenery of Sichuan River and the scenery of Chongqing.Tomoo Marukawa finally stopped at two photos—one photo was a bird's-eye view of Chongqing that had not been bombed, and the other was a bombed Chongqing with smoke and flames.Marukawa Tomoo collected all the other photos, and then began to write letters behind the two photos he selected. Bombardier Yoshioka came over with a bottle of wine: Marukawa-kun, what are you doing? Tomoo Marukawa: Ah, I will write a letter. Yoshioka: Marukawa-kun isn't writing a letter to his lover, is he? Tomoo Marukawa: They are my parents. Yoshioka picked up the two photos, looked at them, and smiled: Would Marukawa-kun still report our bombing results to his parents? Tomoo Marukawa: Not a report.I want to tell them that amidst our invincible bombing, the war in China may soon be over. Ji Gang: Ah, I like it, invincible!The enemy's capital groans under the bombardment! Tomoo Marukawa: The bombing of Chongqing has turned Yoshioka-kun into a poet. Ji Gang: I am not a poet, I am just a bombardier, everything is so simple, much simpler than writing poetry!With just one move of the hand, the great bombing poem is complete! Marukawa Tomoo took the wine bottle in Yoshioka's hand, poured some wine into his own cup, and stood up: Come on, congratulations on your successful bombing! Ji Gang also raised his glass: No, congratulations on our successful bombing!The air fleet of the Empire of Japan is invincible! The two drank the wine in one gulp.Ji Gang pointed to the lively soldiers over there: Don't you want to join us? Marukawa Tomoo shook his head: Sorry, I haven't written a letter yet. Yoshioka patted Tomoo Marukawa on the shoulder, hummed a Japanese tune and returned to the noisy crowd.Tomoo Marukawa sat down again and began to write behind the two photos. In the middle of the night, Zheng Xianbo finished his work at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and returned home alone. He opened the door and walked into the home where he had been away for two days.Although it was only two days, Zheng Xianbo felt that two centuries had passed.The window glass in the living room was damaged during the bombing, and glass shards were scattered all over the floor.The sofa and coffee table were also covered with dust falling from the ceiling.Zheng Xianbo walked to the table, gently put down the briefcase in his hand, helped up a photo frame containing family photos that had been knocked down, and blew the dust on it.Then, he went into the kitchen, took out a broom, went to the window, and gently and carefully swept the broken glass on the floor.Glass shards made harsh sounds, but Zheng Xianbo's movements and expressions were very calm. The door rang, Zheng Xianbo raised his head and saw He Xuezhu walking in with a tired face. Zheng Xianbo: Are you back? He Xuezhu: What are you doing, still not resting? Zheng Xianbo: Sweep the floor. He Xuezhu sat down on the sofa.During these two long days, although the two also felt parting from life and death, they are not excited at all now.Maybe it was because of fatigue, maybe it was because they had seen too much death and blood. Zheng Xianbo glanced at his wife on the sofa: it was covered with dust. He Xuezhu: It's okay, I'm also dirty. Zheng Xianbo looked at the window: Tomorrow, the window will be covered with newspaper first. He Xuezhu stood up and went to the window to have a look, then hummed indifferently, as if he agreed.Zheng Xianbo walked up to his wife and pushed open the window. From there, he could see Chongqing in the night.In the sporadic lights, Chongqing looks so quiet and peaceful.The night covered all disasters and pains. He Xuezhu looked at the scenery outside the window for a while, sighed, and asked: Why?Xianbo, why did the Japanese devils do this?How could they carry out such brutal massacres of unarmed civilians? Zheng Xianbo pondered: The only goal of war is to win.In the eyes of war madmen, in order to win, they don't care about the death of innocent people.The big bombing that happened in Guernica, Spain proved this point, and the Nanjing Massacre proved this point even more.The Japanese devils bombarded Chongqing so indiscriminately, I think there is only one purpose, to destroy our capital as soon as possible, and to destroy our Chinese will to resist as soon as possible.But the Japanese devils may not realize that although China is not their opponent militarily and faces many difficulties in diplomacy, the will of the Chinese people is not so easily broken. It has been like this for thousands of years!I believe that Chongqing will only become stronger and stronger.Just watch it.