Chapter 17 chapter Five

On a sunny afternoon like that day, after school, I passed by her house, a tall woman suddenly flashed out from the door, stopped me, and said, "My lady invites you to go." It was the first time I entered through the gate.There were two black cars parked in the driveway in front of the red bungalow, and several soldiers were loading things into the cars.She still greeted me at that window.I walked towards her across the green grass, and the leaves of the ditang tree scratched my face. "Come here," she held out her hand to me, "Our family is moving." "Want to move? Where to move?"

"It's a long way to go to Taiwan." After speaking, she sighed. "Ah, so when will you be back?" "Fool! Can you tell me when you'll be back? My dad says it's an escape, you understand?" I looked at her in surprise.At this moment, she seemed to have matured.She looked at me with a sad, as if knowledgeable look.I don't know what to say, I know the North is at war, but I don't know who is fighting whom and why.Why is she running away? Is she also fighting and losing? "Will you miss me when I'm gone?" She stretched out her hand tentatively, grabbed a little finger of mine propped on the window sill, and asked.

I nod. "Will you miss me if I die?" I seemed to have matured too, staring at her with reproachful eyes.The two of us stared at each other for a long time, and from time to time looked disgustedly at the soldiers busy in front of the door, and then looked back at each other.She played with my little finger gently.We all know what we want to do.And the things we wanted to do were accomplished silently and thrillingly with the eyes and fingers of communication. At last she sighed and said: "I can only come back if the adults stop fighting." Soon, Nanjing was liberated.On the day of liberation, the roses in her garden were already in full bloom, and the Ditang planted in front of the window even burst out a tree full of golden flowers.I stared at the empty window for a while, but was soon attracted by the earth-shattering sound of gongs and drums downhill...