Fast travel: report to the host, the system crashed again!

Chapter 371 Jinling Old Dream ([-])

"Hello, Mom." These days, the only people looking for her were family members, so she subconsciously called out.

"it's me."

Those two words made He Chu's tears burst instantly, he is still alive!

"Are... are you okay?" Weiwei held the microphone.

"It's okay, but I may die at any time." Qin Nian's voice was a little bit more vicissitudes, he was not talking big to He Chu, in that place full of bullets, human life is not worth mentioning at all.

"You, can you come back?" With Qin Nian's ability, it should be possible to come back.

"I can't come back." The war is raging, how to come back?In the face of this ruthless artillery fire, everyone is the same. At most, he can only ensure that he lives as much as possible and leaves Shanghai?Not yet, and he couldn't let it go.

"He Chu, listen, if, I mean if, I die, don't be sad, live on, and use your pen to write down the crimes of the Japanese!"

"...Okay." She heard her own heartbroken voice.

The other end of the phone was under constant fire, and he could die at any moment.The same is true on the other side of the phone. The rhythm of Japanese air raids is getting tighter and tighter, and Nanjing City is not a safe place.

"Qingqing, my love, my heart pleases it."

The phone was hung up amidst a burst of noise, He Chu's heart was mostly cold,
Squatting on the ground with their phones in their hands, weeping uncontrollably, all the people in the newspaper office put down their hands and came to comfort them. No one knew what happened, but it would never be a good thing, and no one would ask.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Wiping away tears, he hung up the phone calmly, and said to everyone, "Go back to work, our work is very important." He mechanically walked to his seat and started working, but he didn't feel any more He felt his heart beating, as if he had died with the phone call, leaving only a shell.

When Jin Han was born, it was already He Chu's third day working non-stop at the newspaper office.

"You want to die." With a firm tone, he sat across from He Chu, looking at He Chu with his arms crossed.

"No, I'm busy." Grief is the catalyst for growing up fast, and it's the catalyst no one wants to fight.

Now He Chu will not be nervous when speaking, and without so many emotions, naturally he will not be nervous.

"No matter how busy you are, you can't sleep without rest." Pressing her hand, Jin Hansheng said seriously, "Auntie called me, and the newspaper office also called me. He Chu, calm down."

"I'm very calm, I've never been so calm before." He raised his head to meet Jin Hansheng's eyes, without dodging.

"Listen to me. Now, go eat something and then go to sleep." Pressing He Chu's shoulders, Jin Hansheng sighed, "Maybe he is still alive."

"Wait until I finish this job." Pushing Jin Hansheng away, He Chu continued to work hard.

"That's enough." He hugged He Chu directly, without giving her any chance to resist, Jin Hansheng drove her to a restaurant, it was Sichuan cuisine, and ordered the spiciest dishes.

"Eat it, if you cry because it's too spicy, no one will laugh at you." Pushing the dish full of red oil in front of He Chu.

This person is also unique in caring about people.

Nodding dully and swallowing, He Chu was indeed choked to tears and snot.

I have to say that although Jin Hansheng's method is a bit stupid.But it worked. He Chu ate more and more, and tears kept flowing. Finally, she put down her chopsticks and lay down on the table to cry bitterly.

After crying, Jin Hansheng ordered some more stomach-warming dishes. Seeing the withered autumn leaves, He Chu suddenly asked: "What day is today?"

"November fourth."

...Has it been so long? How does it feel? It's still the same as what happened yesterday.

"It was just yesterday, but we accelerated time twice." The system's excuse did not interrupt He Chu's sad mood. A series of numbers were still lingering in her mind.

How sensitive is November [-]th to a liberal arts student? On November [-]th, [-], the Japanese army surrounded Shanghai. On the [-]th, Shanghai fell, and soon after, Nanjing!
The ground was shaking for a while, and people on the street said that another Japanese air raid plane was coming.

"Hide!" Jin Hansheng took He Chu's hand and hid deep in the restaurant.

There is a window there. From the window, you can see the plane in the sky filled with devil smiles, and see the helpless crying souls on the ground.

He Chu seems to have seen the silhouette of history, seeing the rolling time passing by, shuttle endlessly.

Human life can be so cheap.

She watched helplessly, watching a bomb fall from the sky, watching it explode around her, blooming gorgeous flowers of death.

Want... to die?

Waking up again was in the hospital, looking around the quiet ward, she saw her father in a wheelchair.

"Dad." She didn't ask where her mother was, there was no need to ask anymore, seeing her father's gray hair and red and swollen eyes, what else was there to ask.

"Just wake up." Father He's heart is at ease, but a big man is crying like a woman, "Hansheng, he..."

"Dead, right?" He Chu said these two words calmly, and He Chu felt afraid of his own indifference.

Nodding with sobs, his father told her one after another that at that time he and his mother were outside choosing a birthday gift for her mother. He kept blaming himself for why he took his mother out under such circumstances.

"The dead are dead, and the living must be stronger." He Chu held his father's hand, tears could not flow, but that kind of sadness was like the despair of the soul being drained.

She lost her mother.

She witnessed Jin Hansheng's death with her own eyes, and that person was clearly talking to her just now.

She might... never see Qin Nian again.

"Dad, what's the date today?"

"November [-]th."

The day when Shanghai fell, and Nanjing, is coming soon.

Alarm bells were ringing in her heart, but He Chu was no longer afraid of death. She looked at Dad He and said calmly, "Dad, I want to join the army."

"Why all of a sudden..." Seeing her gloomy eyes, Father He nodded and said, "Okay, Dad will go too." Live up to this journey in the next world.

On December [-], [-], Nanjing fell.

He Chu saw what the real hell on earth is. Hell is the world, and the world is hell. The devil laughed wildly, and the angel's wings crashed.

At the moment when Nanjing fell, He Chu shed tears together with the majestic city wall.

For decades, the mountains and rivers are precarious.

He Chu, where, her name really has the significance of the times.

Going against the time, two figures in Tsing Yi came gradually, stepping on the blood of the years, and walked through the bones of thousands of people.

(End of this chapter)