I'm not a theatre god

Liu Town.

Li Qingshan pushed the wooden door open with force.

Squeak——

The harsh friction sound echoed in the yard.

Li Qingshan, who had been running all the way, was panting heavily, with beads of sweat on his forehead. He walked into the yard anxiously and looked around.

After separating from the two members of Fu Sheng Hui, Li Qingshan ran back to Liu Town without stopping for a moment. Just as the refugees said just now, the people in Liu Town had basically left. Along the way, he only saw countless empty houses, and the whole town was quiet... This made Li Qingshan feel more uneasy.

"The generals of the Yang family sacrificed their lives to protect their country, and their loyal and heroic names will be known for thousands of years~~~ Defending the country and the people and taking on the mission, the country is as beautiful as a painting for a long time~~~"

The squeaking sound of opera from the radio came from the small house, just as in memory, circling over the yard, although sometimes hoarse and unclear, it can give people a familiar sense of security.

Hearing this voice, Li Qingshan finally let go of his worries. A look of joy appeared on his face. He quickly ran to the door and pushed it open.

"Grandma!"

In the dim little house, a white-haired old woman was leaning against the bed with her eyes closed, listening to a tape of opera, shaking her head unconsciously, as if she was intoxicated by it.

She did not hear Li Qingshan push the door open, nor did she hear the surprised call. She just listened to the song by herself, with a nostalgic smile on her lips.

Li Qingshan knew that his grandmother had poor hearing, so he walked forward quickly and shouted again:

"Grandma!!"

The old woman slowly opened her eyes and seemed a little surprised to see the familiar face in front of her, "My dear grandson...are you coming home?"

She looked up and down at Li Qingshan for a long time with her only remaining right eye, and a smile appeared on the corner of her wrinkled mouth,

"My dear grandson, you are fat, your flowery costume...is beautiful!"

Li Qingshan's costume was still stained with blood from the fight just now. It looked like a fluttering red butterfly, which was indeed beautiful.

In this situation, Li Qingshan had no time to discuss this with his grandmother, and immediately asked loudly:

"Grandma!! Where is Teacher Qian next door? Didn't they come to see you?"

Before Li Qingshan left home, he specifically asked Mr. Qian's family next door to take good care of his grandmother for him. He is a highly respected teacher in Liuzhen, with good character. In addition, Li Qingshan also gave him money, so he should take good care of his grandmother...

But now, the family next door has left, and grandma is still alone here.

"Xiao Qian? He came... He wanted to take me to... the city, but I didn't want to go. I lay on the bed and hit him with my cane!" Grandma waved her hand, "Then, he left!"

"Ah? Why don't you want to go?"

"I'm old... My home is here... I'm not going anywhere!"

While talking, grandma lay down at the head of the bed again, her head swaying with the melodious opera, and she murmured along with the singing.

Seeing this, Li Qingshan sighed helplessly.

For the old lady, she didn't understand the battle of the realm, nor did she understand the escape from the main city... She only knew that she had lived in Liuzhen all her life, and this was her home. Grandma's age was considered long-lived in the entire mortal realm. At this point, she didn't care about life or death... She just wanted to stay in her hometown.

This old lady's stubbornness made her the last person left in Liuzhen, and also protected her in disguise.

In fact, from the moment Li Qingshan stepped into Liuzhen, he vaguely felt that this place was different from before... Even though the flowers and plants had withered, the embroidery silks still fell on the branches, exuding a mysterious and powerful breath, as if they were on guard against something.

As Chen Ling said... Now, Liuzhen is the safest.

Anyway, knowing that grandma was fine, Li Qingshan relaxed and sat down beside the bed:

"Grandma, have you received all the money I sent you during this period?"

"Yes, my dear grandson!" Grandma showed a kind smile on her face, and she stroked Li Qingshan's hair, "My dear grandson, you have made great progress... I didn't spend a penny of the money I earned, and I saved it for you to marry a wife!"

As she spoke, she stood up, dragged out a heavy locked box from under the bed, and took out the key from under the pillow, and opened it tremblingly.

On the upper layer of the box, there was a ball of tightly wrapped cloth. After opening it, there were many neatly stacked silver bills inside, like solid bricks... These were the money Li Qingshan earned in the main city during this period. Every time he got his salary, he kept a very small amount for his own use and sent the rest back here.

His original intention was to let grandma use the money to improve her life, eat something good, and buy a new radio... Unexpectedly, it was left here without a penny.

Li Qingshan sighed. He was about to say something to his grandmother when his eyes suddenly fell on the lower layer of the box. A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"This? This is our family heirloom!"

Li Qingshan was stunned. "Our family is so poor... Where did the heirloom come from?"

Grandma smiled mysteriously, with wrinkles on her face. She trembled and took out the dusty box. She rubbed it in her arms for a moment as if it were a treasure before handing it to Li Qingshan.

"My dear grandson, open it and take a look."

Li Qingshan's doubts became stronger and stronger. He opened the box and a musty smell of years of dust came to his nose... He endured the strange smell and looked inside, slightly startled.

In the box, there was a neatly folded piece of cloth... or rather, a flag.

"What is this...?"

Li Qingshan carefully took out the flag. The surface of the flag was somewhat lubricated, as if it had been soaked in some kind of oil, but even so, the flag itself was still extremely hard and fragile, and it was unknown how many years it had been preserved.

Li Qingshan tried to spread out the flag, but found that its area was too large... Helplessly, he could only walk into the courtyard and restore it little by little on the spacious ground.

It was a huge flag, which required at least two people to hold the poles to fully lift it in the air. The width was equivalent to a dozen people standing shoulder to shoulder in a row. After Li Qingshan fully spread it out, it almost covered the entire courtyard...

Most of the flag was covered with a large number of signatures. Some of them were solemn and square, and some were crooked, but they all had one thing in common...

These names were written in blood an unknown number of years ago.

Under these dense signatures that had oxidized to black and purple, a few lines of bright and colorful characters were like countless shouts, engraved in the long river of history.

""We swear as children of men, parents, and people with burning hearts""

""We voluntarily sacrifice our youth, bodies, and lives to open up the way for the future of human civilization, lay the foundation for the stability of future generations, step into the wasteland, and rebuild our homeland""

""We will never look back, we will be invincible, and we will never return""

""May the tower we build restore the glory of mankind""

"Li Qingshan's pupils shrank slightly.