Double Bracelets

The political struggle in the second half of the year was vigorous, and Jiang Xijie was particularly impressed—his uncle actually came home to live.The aunt originally left him to come back to take care of the little grandson, but now the husband got angry and went back home together, which is a rare family reunion.As soon as he entered the door, Jiang Jinyan saw the eldest son whose official career had always been smooth, but instead smiled and said, "You are gone, what do you want grandson to do? You are partnering to make things difficult for him." Jiang Xijie thought Grandpa would be angry, but his tone was instead It was like a joke, so she looked at the uncle suspiciously.Jiang Tongmin just smiled wryly.

She didn't feel much of it.The weather is getting colder day by day. It is rare that Wang Jiyue will not go home this year, so she runs to the Wang's house on Lafayette Road all day long. Even if she can drive now, she doesn't drive. In the name of staying at home, she rides a bicycle against the cold wind. .Wang Jiyue, who was injured, was worried every day that she would catch a cold.It is already January, and Shanghai is quite cold and humid.If it rained and sleeted again, Wang Jiyue was afraid that she would fall.

"What are you afraid of? I'm good at technology. This is the French Concession, and the roads are safe. Don't worry about me. I ride every day. I know if there is a curb on the road." Jiang Xijie walked into Wang's house. The coat was wet, and Wang Jiyue hurriedly took it off for her - she couldn't let her come, she couldn't say it - she wanted to see her too.Seeing Jiang Xijie now is simply a living habit.Wang Jiyue herself always thought, how convenient it is to be in Shanghai anyway. . .

"...Why don't you wear a raincoat next time? What should I do if the clothes get wet and the cold comes?" Wang Jiyue was afraid that she would be cold, and there were both hand warmers and hot tea, so much trouble that Jiang Xijie didn't know which one to take. . "How can I be so supportive? How can I catch a cold so easily if I wear such thick clothes." She glanced at Wang Jiyue, "It's you. You still wear such thick clothes at home, so what's wrong? Is it uncomfortable?" She walked over Pulling Wang Jiyue's hands to look at Wang Jiyue's complexion, "No way. What do you think I look like? I don't even go out of the house to get sick. It's just that I changed my clothes. I don't want to wear such thick clothes for a while. It's just an extra set of thin ones." Wang Jiyue had an expression of disgust for her carelessness, Jiang Xijie was used to thick skin, but it didn't matter, she sat on the most comfortable position on the sofa familiarly.Holding the tea, he looked satisfied, but when he saw the news in the newspaper scattered on the coffee table, his brows furrowed into a ball.Wang Jiyue came over and took a look, and sighed helplessly, "Since the fighting in the Northeast, the tension between China and Japan has become more and more tense." Jiang Xijie didn't answer, and focused on reading the newspaper report on the arson case of Sanyou Industrial.After reading one article, he picked up another copy, scanned it hastily, and said: "The news in the newspaper is mixed. Sometimes it is said that the Japanese burned it themselves, and sometimes it is said that there are indeed Chinese people who did this kind of thing. The matter fell to the Green Gang. Obviously I don't want to do it anymore." "Don't worry about others, it's been so chaotic recently, what if something happens, you should come less recently. Ride a bike on the road, just in case," "What if? What if? If I don't come to accompany you, do you plan to go to Huajie by yourself to the Oriental Library? Leave me alone, don't even think about it."

Wang Jiyue has always wanted to go to the Oriental Library to find some rare books to read. I don't know when she came up with the idea of ​​comparing Chinese and Western education.But I have been very busy and have no time.Now that it’s a holiday, Jiang Xijie volunteered to go with her—for many reasons, ranging from insecurity to wanting to watch it herself, but in short, she decided to go with brown candy that couldn’t be shaken off.

After lunch, the two were ready to leave.While eating, I turned on the radio, and it kept playing what happened an hour or two ago, and what I heard now, the news was inconsistent, and Jiang Xijie had to keep turning the channel to listen, and the clamor of Karakala was annoying. "Every time you feel that Huajie is not safe, are you not afraid of being beaten if you say it?" Wang Jiyue laughed at her, took the heavy woolen coat handed over by the servant and put it on, Jiang Xijie drank the hot tea in one gulp, her mouth protruding Angry but not answering, Wang Jiyue saw her and gave her a white look, "Why are you drinking in such a hurry, no one is forcing you, really." The swearing words on his mouth naturally opened Jiang Xijie's hand that was stretched out to help her button.Jiang Xijie is not annoyed, if you open it, I will stretch it out again.

"...I don't feel safe wherever you go anyway. It's not that I'm safe with you... but it's better than if you're in danger and I can't go to you and have to wait outside Alright." Wang Jiyue was startled when she heard the words, then restrained the forced anger on her face, and said in a low voice: "If you say this, it's better to say that you must not put yourself in danger." "Yes, so I will follow You, don't let you be in danger."

"You really said everything."

The road was slippery in rainy days, so Jiang Xijie drove slowly—as usual, she always had the stance of a racing driver, of course, it didn’t matter whether her skills were up to standard—and listening to the news on the road was enough to make her feel turbulent.Seeing that the Japanese are making troubles in Shanghai, Wang Jiyue still doesn't worry about her—she never worries about herself, but once things come to her, she becomes indifferent. Do as you please, I don't know if it's because of the cold nature or the desolate and stubborn nature.The two walked into the library arm in arm.Wang Jiyue saw that the ancient books and rare books were piled into mountains, and she couldn't even walk.Originally, I heard that there are rare books from the Song Dynasty. Wang Jiyue has always been interested in the paper used in the Song Dynasty, but the staff told me that the rare books from the Song and Yuan Dynasties are all stored in the bank safe, and they should not be borrowed easily.Jiang Xijie persuaded her to go back and read these books first, and you should learn to treat these treasures well first.Don't wait to destroy the treasure of Song and Yuan Dynasty.This remark immediately provoked Lady Wang Jiyue to beat her angrily.

For several days, Wang Jiyue was either at home taking notes on rare books as a researcher, or on the way to the library to exchange books—with the company of Jiang Xijie, of course—the whole Shanghai smelled of war, and the Japanese warships had already arrived. Even President Jiang said he was going to resist, and the atmosphere among the people was very tense.According to the original, she must be different from ordinary citizens, eager to fight to the death, she thinks she is qualified to go to the battlefield; of course, now she is a housewife who goes out to buy vegetables in the morning and puts a lot of eggs in the basket— I feel like there are blind bombs buried everywhere.

"The "Republic of China Daily" has been suspended. What kind of resistance is this? President Jiang is probably calling one thing and doing another, right?" Wang Jiyue put down a stack of newspapers, folded her arms and looked at Jiang Xijie with interest, trying to ease the atmosphere -Although it still doesn't help the matter-the person opposite is gloomy. "...do you want to go tomorrow?" "Tomorrow is the last time, the last time, I promised you that it will be the last time, this time it's over. Don't let you follow me every day. I'm not afraid that something will happen to me, I'm afraid of you Something happened." Why, anyway, she always has a car to go to Huajie, and Jiang Xijie rides a bicycle when she goes back, what if something really happens?

Jiang Xijie just nodded and didn't speak.In the past, she had already jumped up because of the "four conditions". How could she still be calm and calm every day to accompany Wang Jiyue to take notes at home or go to the library to return books? She should have taken more drastic actions. "I'll pick you up tomorrow, let's go early and come back early." But she is still anxious now.As for why she was so anxious, she couldn't tell herself.It seems to be on fire, and the breath that comes out of speaking is a ball of fire, but there is no way to get off the fire, only to suffocate.

Going early means going early, the two returned the books early in the morning, exchanged greetings with the secretary who received them, and prepared to leave.Wang Jiyue was still a little reluctant, and always wanted to take two more books back; the secretary listened to the orders from above, and took extra care of the two young ladies, and recommended a few ancient books that had just been received not long ago, saying that while no one came to pick them up now Go to research, go back and have a look, it's "fresh and hot".Wang Jiyue took it gratefully, and then went out like a happy little rabbit.Jiang Xijie took her to quickly walk to her car; of course she was worried, the Zhabei Tiantong Nunnery had already started fighting yesterday, she was worried that one day she would be hit by stray bullets while walking on the road, walking on the road was not walking, but running away.Quickly getting into the car, Jiang Xijie just started the car when she heard a curse-like "woo" sound over the city.

The two were a little overwhelmed by the screeching sound-this was the first time in their lives that they heard the air defense siren.Like the devil's grin when the gates of hell are open, Jiang Xijie suddenly thought of a few strange-looking people who seemed to have seen near the library just now. Japanese Ronin.She was about to look back,

"Boom!!!!"

The first bomb fell on the factory of the Commercial Press, just like a boulder falling into the ocean, stirring up huge waves of reinforced concrete, which fell on Baoshan Road like a torrential rain.There were screams on the road, and people fled in panic.Jiang Xijie started the car quickly, kicked the accelerator, and the car flew out like a catapult.Wang Jiyue was terrified by the loud noise, but she still turned her body and looked behind, watching the farther and farther factories and libraries surrounded by flames during the bombing, and turned into ashes without saying a word.

"...No..." She hugged the two Ming Dynasty rare books in her arms, trembling all over - more than 30 ancient books were turned into ashes like this.She saw the road going away, full of people who were smashed, burned, and panicked: this is Huajie, a prosperous business district, densely populated, and it's afternoon.And the nightmare-like explosions, cries, screams, and screams in the distance echoed in her ears, and she thought of the Japanese novel "Hell Transformation" by Ryunosuke Akutagawa. Isn't this a picture of hell in disguise? !

Jiang Xijie tried her best to drive fast, but she couldn't stop the pedestrians on the road from fleeing in a hurry.In the end, it took them twice as long as usual to return to Wang's house.After parking the car and closing the door, Jiang Xijie ran over and pulled Wang Jiyue, and looked at her carefully to make sure she was just frightened and not injured—they only said two words along the way, "Are you okay?" "It's okay." There was a deathly silence, and the whole world was wailing.

She looked at Wang Jiyue, and Wang Jiyue looked at her sadly.The 30 volumes of ancient rare books that were burned were scattered all over the sky {59}, some were "Ci Yuan" and some were "24 History", like scorched tears falling from the sky.

Wang Jiyue didn't agree to the screams of the housekeeper's servants behind her, and told them to go back to the house to hide. She slowly hugged Jiang Xijie tightly, like a husband saying goodbye to his wife before going to the battlefield and mourning.

The author has something to say:

{59} This is true.There is even a record that reads "...paper ashes fly ten miles away. After the fire is extinguished, the paper ashes are knee-deep." Thinking about it, I hate it!

It's war! ! !