Chapter 12 Section 12

At this time, someone asked: "If you kidnap them, will you definitely kill them?" Yu Mo said, "Nonsense." Only then did Hong Ling move, as if waking up from a dream. The Japanese soldiers who searched the warehouse were very close to the square entrance, just below it, and their animal language seemed to be ringing in the same space. Hong Ling noticed that Yu Mo was holding something in his hand, a pair of small sewing scissors, no bigger than a palm, but extremely sharp.She had seen Yumo use it to cut threads and window grilles.In the early years, she also used it to cut Hongling's eyelashes. She said that the eyelashes grew black and curled after a few times of cutting. Hongling now has black and curled eyelashes, thanks to Yumo's small scissors.It never left Yumo's body, and it was always placed together with several pieces of her personal jewelry.She knew what Yumo was going to do with it at this time.Maybe she was defending the double doctor who went abroad, maybe she used it to avenge the instructor Dai who was about to die forever.As long as the scissors hit the right place by surprise, the scissors will cut a life without any problem.Hongling regrets that she doesn't cherish things normally, unlike Yumo, who has kept a good pair of scissors as a treasure for so many years.

The Japanese soldiers who searched the warehouse were still chattering. He whispered, "Sister Yumo, give me half of your scissors." Yu Mo ignored her, the scissors could probably be broken in half, who has the strength now?If the movement becomes louder, won't it cause fire?Everyone is envious of Yumo's pair of scissors.Even if it's the biting teeth of a dying rabbit, that's fine. Yusheng said: "You don't need scissors, you can use your knees. As long as you don't hold your knees, you are lucky enough to hit his thing..." Yu Mo let out a "shh", telling them to hold their breath.

Yusheng's roommate father was a thug, and she had learned a few punches and kicks from him when she was young.After she was silently reprimanded by Yumo, she forgot within a minute and taught the thug family tradition again.She told her female companions that if the hands were not bound, it would be easier to handle, to grasp the thing and twist it, just like twisting a crispy walnut.He tried his best to keep him from getting out of the little Japanese beast. Yu Mo pounded her hard with his elbow, because the warehouse under his feet suddenly fell silent.It seemed that the three Japanese soldiers heard whispers above the ceiling.

They squatted, sat, and stood motionless, and their bare-handed fibrous hands exerted a vicious force. According to Yu Sheng, it was like crushing a crispy walnut. It was decisive, and the force must be strong to condense everything. The explosive force was on the five fingers and the palm, "Kachacha"... The fine scissors in Yumo's hands gradually became damp, which was caused by the cold sweat on her hands.Never before had she loved the little pair of scissors so much.She loves it now more than the emerald brooch that Dr. Hu gave her, and more than the diamond ring that the unscrupulous guy gave her earlier.She was only eleven years old when she got the scissors.The mother of the brothel lost the red scissors, beat her up, and said she stole it.Later, the scissors were found, and my mother gave it to her as an apology.From then on, Yumo made up his mind to stand out and get rid of the humble life of being humiliated for a pair of scissors.Where can the scissors be hidden?When the last moment came, where would it be pulled to catch him off guard? ...

There was a commotion in the yard.Three Japanese soldiers in the warehouse ran out.At this time, the kiln sisters saw Wang Pusheng being dragged to the ground by a Japanese soldier in the center of the flashlight's aperture.The soldier Wang Pusheng, who had only one leg left, had almost no clothes on, only wearing various bandages.The rain on the ground formed puddles, and the Japanese soldier dragged Wang Pusheng, who was covered in bandages, through the puddles like pulling wood. Hong Ling said: "Damn it! Dogs are worse!..." Wang Pusheng, who just had an amputation, curled up on the ground.In fact, he has not yet passed the dangerous period of infection, and the high fever is still fading and rising.

Yu Mo pressed his forehead against the window rail and saw Instructor Dai staggering to help Wang Pusheng in the puddle.But he forgot that the rope tied to his arm was holding the other two people, dragging them so that they staggered with him and almost tripped over each other. Yumo saw Father Engelman walk up to the Japanese officer, bowing his gray-haired head deeply.She couldn't hear what he was asking him for.It was nothing more than begging him to spare Wang Pusheng. He was still a child, and besides, he didn't know how many days he would live. Wang Pusheng suddenly let out a strange cry: "I'll fuck your eight generations of Japanese ancestors to death!..."

The lieutenant officer immediately turned to the interpreter. Wang Pusheng then yelled strangely: "Sunshi, your little Japanese sister, little Japanese sister!..." The translator simply translated a sentence, and the Zhongzuo drew his knife and slashed at Wang Pusheng. Yu Mo covered his eyes all at once.A few days ago, cardamom was foolish enough to play the pipa to beg for food and grow old with this little soldier.At this time, there is a couple of young couples, one stays in the yang world like this, and the other stays in a different place like this.Hong Ling held Yu Mo's trembling shoulders.

The lieutenant commander ordered his soldiers to push the remaining three Chinese wounded soldiers into the yard, barking: "Line up! The first row—ready!..." Of course, the sisters in the kiln didn't know what password he was shouting. They saw the Japanese soldiers lined up four by one, fired their rifles under another password, and then shouted like a madman.They jumped forward, and the bayonet was inserted into the chest and abdomen of the wounded Chinese soldier.The soldiers in the first row pulled out their bayonets, and at the same time lifted up the fallen Chinese wounded soldiers, and the second row of bayonets came up again.

Yu Mo found himself crying loudly.She retreated from the window, holding the small pair of scissors firmly with one hand, wiping the surging tears with the other, and the thick dust on her hands wiped her beyond recognition. She loves the instructor.She is a loose woman, she can love many men with one heart, and she loves each of these five soldiers to the point of heartbreak. In the early morning of December 21, 1937, the dead city of Nanjing was like an ancient nightmare.A street burned by Japanese soldiers, black smoke billowing up.A child whose face was smeared with ashes and the blood of his parents sat on the scorched earth and cried loudly.

The child's crying stopped because he heard someone singing.There is a group of girls singing in St. Mary's Church in the United States three miles from here. The morning exercise team of the Japanese soldiers ran across the road, and some Catholics among them thought: Who died last night, this is singing a requiem for him.This barbaric and dirty city of the Chinese people also has such a holy singing voice. Among the girls who sang the Requiem stood my fourteen-year-old aunt Shujuan.In the early morning of this day, she and her female classmates finished washing and dressing, and made hundreds of paper flowers with white rice paper.They carried the simple wreath to the door of the chapel, and saw Yumo and eleven kiln sisters were already inside the chapel.

It was they who helped A Gu cleanse and change the clothes of the five dead Chinese soldiers.They also shaved their faces with razors. Wang Pusheng's head and mutilated body had been merged into one, and Yumo wrapped a thin wool shawl of her own around the broken neck of his neck. When they saw the girls coming, they all greeted them with long stares. Only Shujuan hurriedly looked away.Her burning hatred is gone, but she still resents her in her heart, thinking that the worthless and noble lives in the world are very durable, such as the group of laughing women in front of me, and noble people like these warriors are all Doomed to die young, and die so tragically.She saw that the prostitutes were all wearing plain clothes, and their faces were pale and blue, because they didn't wear makeup. Zhao Yumo was wearing a black velvet cheongsam, looking like a widow.She had quite a lot of clothes, and she brought all the clothes for mourning.Shujuan really wanted to goug her out, but was too lazy. The prostitutes have a small white woolen flower on their sideburns, which is made by tearing down a white woolen sweater. Shujuan followed the female students to place the wreaths under the podium, and hung up the elegiac couplets according to Adonado's command. Behind the pulpit, the suffering Jesus on the cross was painted by A Gu. Father Engelmann was wearing a black woolen cassock.This is his most solemn set of clothes, which have been eaten away by moths for a long time without wearing them.He combed his silver-white hair back, wore a heavy teaching cap, and walked onto the podium with a heavy staff. The funeral has begun.As soon as the prelude to the Requiem was played, Shujuan shed tears. My aunt Shujuan is a person who doesn't like to cry, and she was surprised that she cried that day.She told me many times about the deaths of these five Chinese soldiers. When she told me about the funeral, she always said: "I don't know why I cried, it hurts so much." After analyzing and analyzing, a lot of words were analyzed. She analyzed that she shed tears at that time because she completely gave up hope for people: Why do people have nothing to do and want to fight a war?After a few days of beating, a person is no longer a person, and degenerates into an animal.And animals don't eat their own kind.She couldn't see the end of this kind of endurance, avoidance, and fear. Standing among her female companions, Shujuan sang a graceful and compassionate requiem, with tears in her eyes, looking at the remains of five Chinese soldiers under the pulpit.She witnessed their slaughter from start to finish.Human cruelty really has no limit and no end.There is no justice in the world, otherwise how could a group of people go to other countries to act wildly?Bullying people from other countries like this?She also cried because people in her own country are so weak and have always been bullied. Shujuan cried so painfully that she wanted to cry out her grievances. At nine o'clock in the morning, they buried the dead in the churchyard. Just after the funeral, a truck marked with the Red Cross drove to the door of the church and stopped, and a tall Western lady got out. Father Engelmann and Fabio Adornado welcomed her into the chapel hall, and she glanced at all the girls and said in a low voice, "My children, I have come to comfort you about what happened last night."