[fanxing] actor

In November 1944, Japan launched the Battle of Henan, Hunan and Guangxi, known as "Battle No. 11".

In the barracks, groups of wounded soldiers stood next to each other.

Wu Yifan went into battle in person, blood was already oozing from his left arm wrapped in white gauze.

As it is winter, bean-sized beads of sweat roll down the dusty face.

"Hit me hard and drive these bandits out of China!"

He tore his throat and roared, as if thousands of hatred were being roared out with this voice.

Every time the gun in his hand hit an enemy, his heart boiled more and more.

He himself didn't know how long he had persisted in this battle, but he never felt tired, and he became more and more energetic and excited.

He shot at enemies one by one desperately, changing the guns in his hands one after another, and he even grabbed the machine gun and fired.

The hatred in his heart became more and more intense, but the man was afraid that he would never see him again.

I can't help but recall that year in my mind, and the voice and smile of that person are vivid in my memory.

The corners of his lips couldn't help smiling with the person in his mind.

Suddenly there was a pain in his chest, and before he could react, several bullets had already entered his chest.

His body was unable to support anymore, Wu Yifan picked up the gun and used his last strength to shoot.

I will eventually avenge him.

He fell to the ground with a plop, dizzy for a while in his mind, his black eyes looked at the sky, they were so blue.

"I don't know why, I always feel that he is not dead, he is still waiting for me in that city, waiting for me to go back and reunite with him."

Wu Yifan was talking to himself, and suddenly smiled wryly at the sky.The mountains and rivers have nothing to do with him anymore, what he only cares about is the opera singer in blue and red sleeves on the stage.

People say that if a person is dying, he will miss the person who is the most unforgettable in his life.

As time went by, what appeared in his mind was that on the stage, the young man in the opera gown, wearing pink and red makeup, in the Beijing Hu opera strings, the young man in green clothes and red sleeves, the lingering sound lingers on the beam.

"Su San left Hongdong County, and will come in front of the main street. My heart is miserable before I speak, and the gentlemen in the past listen to me. Whoever is going to Nanjing, pass the letter to my Saburo..."

In this life, the sky can learn from the golden swords and horses. Although he died without regrets, it's just that he has only let him down on the stage in the past ten years.

But the life and death of that man was uncertain, and there was no news for more than ten years, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, it was really hard to entrust Jin Shu even though the Shanmeng League was there.

"I miss you."

"Really, I miss you so much!"

A group of children in Nanjing City held newspapers in their arms and peddled them on the street.

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers, Xinhua Daily, Japan launched the "No. [-] Battle" in Henan, Hunan and Guangxi, and our army suffered heavy losses in this battle."

"Sell the newspaper, sell the newspaper!"

"Master, do you want to tell Mr. Zhang?" In the camp, the subordinates looked at Lu Han who closed his hands and punched the table.

For a long time, he did not speak.

The subordinate said: "Master, everyone in the city knows about this, I'm afraid we can't hide it."

Lu Han stared angrily at the table, for a long time, got up, took his coat, and left quickly.

"Master, where are you going?"

Luhan didn't respond, but drove away in the car.

In the thatched hut on the hillside, the man with a hideous face fell asleep quietly, his brows were furrowed, his fists were clenched tightly, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, as if he had had a nightmare.

Suddenly, he sat up suddenly, with endless panic and sorrow in his eyes, he reacted, just smiled wryly, unable to speak, Zhang Yixing, having a nightmare, can't shout anymore?

He panted heavily, and kept rubbing his hands on his chest, otherwise, with his broken body, it would be very difficult to catch his breath.

Many times, I couldn't catch my breath and was about to suffocate.

"Yi Xing."

Suddenly a voice sounded above his head, Zhang Yixing's whole body tensed instantly, he was so dazed that he dared not look up, his eyes were filled with tears.

"Yixing, I'm back."

The man's tone was very light, Zhang Yixing's heart seemed to be pinched tightly by a big hand, the pain was piercing.

He raised his head slowly, and finally saw that person, the friend he had missed for a long time and hadn't seen for more than ten years.

"Wu Yifan."

He called out in his heart, ecstatically, staggered to his feet, and rushed towards him without caring about anything else.

He has so much to say to him.

He wants to tell him that for more than ten years, he has kept his promise and he is waiting for him.

He wanted to tell him that the Japanese once forced him to sing, but he refused and even killed many of them.

Wu Yifan, look, am I amazing?

He wants to ask him, he is so ugly, does he want more?Will you feel disgusted?

Wu Yifan, I can no longer sing, will you feel distressed?

Wu Yifan, I miss you.

When Zhang Yixing's body was about to hug Wu Yifan, suddenly that figure slowly dissipated.

Zhang Yixing fell to the ground and almost fell to the ground.

"Wu Yifan?"

He was stunned and looked around. There was no one else in this silent thatched cottage like stagnant water except himself.

His body became weaker and weaker, and he collapsed on the ground weakly, with tears streaming down his face, Zhang Yixing sat blankly for a long time, then suddenly he smiled mockingly, and said in his heart: "Wu Yifan, you lied to me."

Wu Yifan, you liar!

"Ah Xing?" Lu Han looked anxious, seeing Zhang Yixing slumped on the ground, suddenly startled, hurried up to help him up.

"What's the matter with you, what happened, did someone come here? Otherwise, you can go back to live with me. I can rest assured that you are by my side."

He anxiously talked to himself and pushed a lot, regardless of whether the person listened or not.

After helping Zhang Yixing to sit back on the bed, Lu Han held Zhang Yixing's cold but sweaty hand, feeling pain in his heart: "Ah Xing, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Yixing didn't return him, his eyes were fixed on the ground, motionless, like a dead person.

"Ah Xing?" Lu Han asked again tentatively.

"What's wrong with you?" Did he know, did he know about that person?But no one patronizes here, how did he know, someone found here, which bastard told him.

Lu Han thought for a while, then frowned and said softly: "Ah Xing, if you want to cry, you can cry, I will accompany you."

After a long time, Zhang Yixing looked up at Luhan with tears in his eyes, and wrote a few words on his palm.

These few words shocked Lu Han, "You want Wu Yifan's family letter?"

Zhang Yixing saw the doubt in his eyes, and wrote in Lu Han's palm again.

Lu Han hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, I just came here early this morning, I came in a hurry, I forgot to bring it, wait until next time, I will bring it to you, okay?"

Zhang Yixing nodded.

Lu Han secretly bit his lip, took a deep breath, put on a smiley face, and said: "Ah Xing, I have some good news for you. The news from the summit said that they won the battle. The soldiers and civilians on their side are celebrating. You Do you know, who is the leader?"

Zhang Yixing frowned and shook his head.

"It's Wu Yifan." Lu Han said with a smile, and then sarcastically: "Hmph, that kid actually won the battle again, and his military exploits surpassed mine. When he comes back, why don't he come to show off to me again, frivolity!"

Zhang Yixing shook his head, with a helpless face, took Luhan's hand, and gently stroked: "Is he okay?"

Lu Han was stunned, suppressing the tears in his eyes, stood up and turned his back to Zhang Yixing, forced a smile, and said: "He is very good, Shangfeng praised him many times, he can eat and drink, he is in good health Oh, by the way, he also said in the telegram that he had gained a few pounds."

Zhang Yixing was stunned, but just smiled lightly, how could it be possible, how could it be possible to gain weight.

Lu Han knew that Zhang Yixing would not believe it, so he said: "Ah Xing, don't believe it, that guy has always been heartless, and he is the only one who can enjoy eating and drinking in this situation. gone."

Zhang Yixing wrote on Luhan's palm again: "Sier, what's the matter?"

Lu Han finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "He's fine, he's grown taller, and he's made meritorious deeds. I heard that he's completely different from his childhood, and he's matured a lot."

After a long time, Zhang Yixing's eyes dimmed, he took Luhan's hand and wrote the word Yuhe.

Lu Han paused, looked into Zhang Yixing's eyes, those eyes told him that he wanted to know very much.

Lu Han was quite happy in his heart, Zhang Yixing had never asked him about anyone, not even Wu Yifan, this time, he actually asked everyone.

"Yuhe is fine, and she worked as a health worker with the army."

Zhang Yixing breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the cold wall, looking up at the room.

Circles of broken halos fell from the gaps in the thatch, so beautiful.

Today's weather is really nice.