pure white

I never went back to Changsha, and it was futile to go back. Things changed and people changed, which made me sad.

I never saw Chen Jingyu again, and even the last time I heard her voice was the few words I used to call her from the military line.

Later, I also had a recurring dream, dreaming that she was sitting in a dark underground fortification with a solemn expression, and her colleagues were sitting at a table around her, and at the top was Commander Fang of the Tenth Army.

I don't know what they said, but I saw Chen Jingyu lowered her head slightly to hide her face in the shadow cast by the brim of her hat, she pursed her lips, her eyes were unwilling.

Commander Fang said, "Execute."

They all stood up and solemnly saluted the other commander.Chen Jingyu also stood up, slowly but firmly standing at attention and saluting.

"Yes," she said.

I watched her walk into a corner where there was no one, and there was the sound of mortar shells shaking the sky outside. She leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette, her lips were trembling, and she exhaled the smoke. red.

I saw her lips move silently, and her lowered hand unconsciously tapped her knuckles on the wall repeatedly.

She stood there, and at the end her hands shaking badly while holding the cigarette, but she managed to finish one.

Browning was pinned around her waist all the time, she took it out, the gloves were new, and the white ground was dazzling, she adjusted her hat and clothes, and slowly raised her gun up, her hands were steady, like a doctor standing in an operation A scalpel is held on the table.

But the scalpel is for saving lives. Chen Jingyu gave the scalpel to the whole army and only kept the gun for himself.

I have been to this dream countless times, and I can even clearly know that I am in a dream.

I know what's coming.

She raised the gun, pointed it at herself, and pulled the trigger.

"boom."

I woke up crying, and the notebook I had been holding on my chest slipped down.

After I learned of her bad news, I kept repeating this dream. I don’t know if I was thinking about it or I really went to the environment where she was in the dream to witness her last journey.

I do not want to know.She's all dead.I know what these are for.

Later, I still couldn't resist the newspapers and gossip around me.

"The Tenth Army's Illuminati Division surrenders!"

They stood there for 47 days, isolated and helpless.

"Hengyang fell, the Tenth Army lost its power and humiliated the country!"

Without reinforcements, tens of thousands of soldiers were wounded.

"The shame of the country, the integrity is gone!"

Chen Jingyu committed suicide for the survival of the Tenth Army.

When I first dreamed, I was crying and trying to stop her, but later I knew it was futile, so I could only look at her with tears in my eyes.Look at her thinner again, look at her analyzing the situation with the whole army in front of the map, look at her formerly white face covered with dust.

I used to think back to this dream when I woke up. I felt that the rhythm of her knocking on the wall was very familiar. Looking forward, she also knocked on the table the day she sent me back to Chongqing.

I copied it in a notebook from memory, wrote it out bit by bit, and recalled it time and time again.

"Tick tick tick."

Are you in pain?

"Tick tick."

Are you afraid?

"Tick."

Have you ever thought about me?

"Dick tick."

Chen Jing gives you bastard!

Morse code.

"LAAN."

"Lu An."

On August [-], [-], the War of Resistance Against Japan was won.

As I said before the war, I returned to England with my country and my heart.

Chen Jingyu said that he would give them a bright future.

Wu Yingtang said that he would let them study at Cambridge and study their favorite majors.

The ship moved slowly with the sound of its siren. I looked at the shore that was getting farther and farther away from me, and suddenly remembered that I set foot on the mainland of the motherland with excitement seven years ago, and I was determined to save the country and the people.

But in the end, I couldn't save Chen Jingyu, Wu Yingtang, and many others.

The country cannot be saved either.

[-].

"Chen Nianguo, hurry up!"

"Here we come. Mother"

Time went round and round, after Nian Guo, Nian He also received an admission letter from King’s College, Cambridge University this year. Like me, she applied to the Department of Mathematics. The little traitor Chen Nian Guo went to the Department of Classical Literature, which was full of love poems like Chen Jingyu.

The registration office was in the library of King's College, and Nian He was bouncing and humming along the way, and Nian Guo followed her with a helpless expression.

There is a long queue outside the library, all of them are freshmen who are going to enroll this year.

Nianhe sighed, turned to me and asked, "Mother, did you have so many people when you entered school?"

"It's about the same as it is now," I said.

Nianhe curled her lips and concentrated on queuing up.

I haven't been back for a long time, and I couldn't help but look around for a while. Except for the road leading to the inner side from the King's College students' meadow, which has been refurbished, this place is still the same.

On both sides of the road, there are linden forests hanging down in zigzags. Now there are only a few scattered flowers of linden lindens, but maybe it won’t be long before the whole tree will be full of flowers like when I first met Chen Jingyu.

I took a hard breath and here are my fondest memories.

I once looked up the solution of a theorem in the library with Chen Jingyu; I once dragged Wu Yingtang to run on the lawn because I was too excited after the exam; I once took a boat on the Jianhe River to browse the scenery of Cambridge. Standing on the bow of the boat, I recited "Farewell to Cambridge" sternly; I once drank beer with Chen Jingyu and Wu Yingtang under the starry sky in Cambridge, and talked about saving the country; I was also in the classroom, in the dormitory, on the grass, in In a certain corner of Cambridge, holding stacks of manuscript papers in his hands, he solved puzzles one after another.

It was the best age, it was the wisest age, it was the time of faith, it was the season of sunshine, it was the spring of hope, I thought I had everything, I thought I was in heaven.

"Mom, it's our turn."

"Okay, right now."

I came back to my senses, Nianguo and Nianhe stood at the door of the library and waved to me. Before I walked out of the boulevard, I looked back again, and I saw Chen Jingyu standing under the tree in the sun, taking off his military uniform and only his white shirt. , when I raised my head, my eyes bent into a nice arc, and I smiled softly at me, "You are here, Lu An. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

The petals of linden lindens fell down, and the prelude to "Canon in D Major" played by the violin slowly played in my ears. The music was mixed with a gentle and familiar voice, "She deciphered it right, welcome to join us , Captain Lu An, I am Chen Jingyu, Lieutenant Colonel of the Tenth Army of the Army."

The author has something to say: it's over.

A small note: The code deciphered by Lu An and Mr. Chi was the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. Historically, Chi Buzhou deciphered it and handed it over to Chiang Kai-shek. However, both China and the United States ignored it for political reasons, so after the Pearl Harbor incident , the Pacific War broke out, and the United States entered the war.

Chen Jingyu died in the battle of Hengyang. After the fourth battle of Changsha, Changsha fell in one day. The Tenth Army's Xianjue Department defended Hengyang for 47 days.Fang Xianjue gave up breaking out because of too many wounded in the city, and cooperated with the Japanese army to cease the war.

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In fact, there was supposed to be an afterword, but I wrote a long article, and I didn’t save it with shaking hands. Let’s write a little bit here.

In fact, I have always wanted to write about the Anti-Japanese War. When I was a child, I grew up with my grandmother. The stories before going to bed were about the Anti-Japanese War, the Civil War, and the Cultural Revolution. My grandfather was a veteran. He joined the army during the Anti-Japanese War. He rested in the rear, rested until the war was won, and went to the battlefield during the civil war. After fighting a few battles, his left leg and knee were hit by bullets, and he was sent to the wounded soldier's hospital for recuperation, and he was recuperated until he was liberated.

So my grandma's side is actually a popular and professional series. I grew up with my grandparents, and I have been deeply influenced by the war.

After junior high school, I became interested in history. At that time, I was partial to Western history. I knew the various British dynasties by heart.The whole process was quite tragic. There were also two people crying bitterly on the street when they were talking about history with their friends. There was also a moment when they shouted "Build a heart for heaven and earth, and bring peace to all ages", and the next moment they were sad "Yu Haoge was crazy" When it is cold, I see the abyss in the sky."

I was in the second year of middle school at that time, but that was also the time that had the deepest influence on me. I read a lot of modern history books and learned about Zhang Zizhong, Fang Xianjue, Li Yutang, Lin Juemin, Dai Anlan, the student soldiers in Nanyuan, and Tongrentang. Ms. Le used to be a member of the Anti-Japanese War, knew Nanjing, knew Songhu, knew Changsha... When I wrote this book and "33 Years of the Republic of China", I read the relevant materials of "Operation No. Fang Xianjue tried to commit suicide twice in Hengyang and was stopped. He knew that the "Fang Xianjue Trench" in the Battle of Hengyang has been regarded as a textbook by the West Point Military Academy, and he knew the numbers of many generals and troops on the frontal battlefield.

When I was a child, my grandma told me when talking about this period of history: "Without them, there would be no new China."

Before I wrote Pure White, I actually wrote "The 33rd Year of the Republic of China", but I was very dissatisfied because I wrote it too hastily due to time constraints.But the original intention at that time has not changed until now. When I wrote to my friends last Christmas, I also said: "I know that what I am doing now is right, and my persistence is meaningful."

As long as I can let the people around me know even a little bit more about these things, then I will be very happy.

So I have written so much postscript. Those of you who read this article, as long as you have even a little interest in this period of history after reading my article, and you go to learn more and read more books, then the purpose of my writing article will be achieved. up.

Very happy.

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That's it.

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