lanterns illuminate rivers and mountains

The little episode that happened at noon was quickly known by the head teacher, but no one dared to care about it.

One's father is an official in the province, and the other's uncle is in the Beijing army.As long as the two students didn't make a move, who would dare to care if they quarreled?

However, the class teacher also felt that this student named Ye Shisan was too serious.Mao Qingxi just said a few words, what is it worth?Even this is going to be noisy, it's too easy to find trouble.

Thinking of this, the teacher in charge didn't ask anyone to look for Ye Shisan, but went to comfort Mao Qingxi a few words.

After lunch, the students were free to move around, eating fruits and cracking melon seeds on the grass. The tour guide told them to pay attention to hygiene several times, but there were still dots of melon seeds on the ground.The tour guide had no choice but to ask the cleaning staff to come and rumble to suck the turf.

When it was time to leave in the afternoon, the teachers once again searched for people all over the garden, and finally found all the students. The head teacher was exhausted, and waved to Mao Qingxi: "The head of each class counts the number of people, and finally report the number to you for statistics. See if there are any police officers, if not, get in the car and go back to the city."

Under the envious eyes of the students, Mao Qingxi took the class census sheet, sat on the stone bench with his legs crossed, and waited for the monitors of each class to line up in front of him to report on their work.

The students in class three are all here... all the students in class two are all here... one class is short of class one.

"Ye Shisan hasn't arrived yet."

Mao Qingxi and the squad leader looked at each other, and the squad leader lowered his voice and asked, "What should I do?"

Mao Qingxi snorted and said, "Cold salad."

He put a tick next to Ye Shisan's name, as if he had arrived, and handed the list to the teacher.The teacher only glanced at it briefly, waved his hand exhaustedly and said, "Get in the car! Go home!"

So the students of several classes got into the car rumblingly, and the cars rumbled away again.

Where is Ye Shisan?

Ye Shisan was behind the stele.

He sat on the steps behind the stele, leaning his head on the cold stele and fell asleep.A young man practicing martial arts, with strong internal energy, did not feel cold at all. When he woke up, there was already no one left in the cemetery.

Ye Zhen still didn't quite believe it, so he went to the door and walked around, seeing that the buses had really disappeared, and then slowly walked back to the cemetery by himself.

In winter, it gets dark early, and the sky darkens quickly. The north wind whizzes through the woods, whimpering lonely and far away.

Ye Zhen sat in front of the stele of Wan Zhong's tomb, staring blankly at the gray-black face of the stele, as if he wanted to see through the heavy stele and see the old days of the past, the green mountains and flowing waters of his hometown.

There was no going back, he knew it.

At that time, he was already a dead man.

The 15-year-old youngest son of the Ye family saw his whole family slaughtered and the entire city massacred. In a fit of rage, he single-handedly went to the Japanese barracks, caught up with the Japanese army squad that hadn’t left the barracks, disguised himself as a Japanese soldier, and then sneaked into the Japanese army’s general staff, and killed him with a bayonet that night. Hundreds of people.

The Japanese army made a sensation and dispatched a musketeer team to intercept but failed. Ye Zhen rushed into the staff room with eight stab wounds.An autopsy later revealed that his skull was broken.

The mountain landlord was furious and ordered thousands of soldiers to surround and kill the murderer. Ye Zhen fought bloody all night, and was exhausted at dawn and was killed.

This incident not only caused a sensation in the cabinet, but also drew a strong blood on the family tree of the Shandi family.

Even after more than 100 years, even Kurosawagawa, the cousin of the Shandi family, knew this secret. He knew that there was an old man in the Shandi family who died at the hands of a Chinese among thousands of troops.

The sky was completely dark, and it didn't know when it was drizzling, and the yellowish light of the street lamps was blurred in the rain and fog.

Ye Zhen sat blankly in front of the stele, not knowing what to do.He doesn't have a mobile phone, so he doesn't know how to make calls. It's [-] kilometers away from Dalian, and it takes seven or eight hours to walk.

The only hope is that the school teacher will count the number of people when he goes back, and if he is missing, they will come back to look for him.

But that hope also looks pretty slim.

A man in a dark gray sheepskin coat slowly came up from a distance, holding a black umbrella and holding a bouquet of flowers in his arms.When he walked past Ye Zhen, he glanced at him with curiosity.

But he didn't stop, walked directly to the stele, put down the flowers, and bowed deeply three times.

Ye Zhen was still sitting blankly in the rain and fog. The man stayed for a while, as if muttering something, then turned and left.

When he walked past Ye Zhen, he gently put down the umbrella in his hand.

Ye Zhen looked up at him, he had already passed by.

"..." Ye Zhen stayed for a while, then suddenly realized that he took out the cakes, chocolates, and salted duck eggs that Xuanlin had prepared for him from his backpack... and put them all in front of the stone tablet, and murmured: "You eat, here you are." eat."

"You haven't eaten these things, have you? These are snacks of this era, good things. I never imagined that one food can turn out so many tricks. It's much better than our era, isn't it?"

Ye Zhen squatted in front of the stele, wiping off the dust from the writing bit by bit.

"People in this era are very particular about life. The clothes they wear, the food they eat, the houses they live in, the cars they drive...everything is better than us, and they don't feel bad about spending money. They spend a lot of it. In this era There are so many good things here, I have tried everything in food and drink, the only thing I want is to taste the salted duck eggs I pickled at home..."

Ye Zhen curled up in front of the stone tablet, most of his body was pressed against the cold stone, tears flowed down his cheeks, dripping down on the gray-black stone seat.

"Why am I the only one?" He was trembling violently all over his body, and after a while he choked up and asked, "Why am I the only one left behind by you..."

A hundred years of vicissitudes, the stars move.

Everyone disappeared in the pages of history, only a 15-year-old boy stood there blankly with blood and tears accumulated over a century of history.

Deep hatred, deep loneliness.

There is no one like him in the world anymore, he has completely severed his relationship with this bustling and bustling world.

What a hopeless, dazed, dark and endless pain is this?

Ye Zhen huddled under the stone tablet in a daze, suddenly the rain all over the world was covered.The man in the dark gray coat went back and forth, held an umbrella, looked down from above, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"..." Ye Zhen raised his eyes, and the long eyelashes were covered with rain.

The man leaned down and looked into Ye Zhen's eyes, "It's so late, why don't you go home?"

"..."

The man reached out and probed his forehead, and found that he had no fever, so he asked, "What's your name?"

"...Ye Shisan." Ye Zhen moved his lips and said in a hoarse voice, "What about you?"

The man hesitated for a few seconds, then said, "—Gu Chuan."

He speaks very fluently, but for some reason, his pronunciation is always a bit weird, like the kind of man who is used to dialects and speaks Mandarin under his throat.

Ye Zhen nodded, and let out a listless "Oh".

The man frowned and looked at him, the boy's clothes were almost soaked, and he looked more and more thin and pitiful.The skin on the profile face was fair and transparent, showing extremely pale, light blue blood vessels.

"You can't stay outside like this." Gu Chuan stretched out his hand to pull Ye Zhen up from the ground, and asked, "Where is your home? Give me the address, and I'll take you home."

The sky is getting late, looking out from the car window, the sparse rain lines are rendered as a faint yellow halo.

While driving, Gu Chuan asked, "Are you from Dalian?"

Ye Zhen was wrapped in Gu Chuan's light gray wool scarf, making his cheeks look thinner and paler, and his sleepy and dazed eyes were reflected in the hazy car window.

"No," he said, "my home is in Lushun."

Gu Chuan turned his head and glanced at him, only seeing a little ear protruding from under his thick short hair: "Then I will send you to...?"

Ye Zhen didn't know how to describe his relationship with Xuanlin's family, so he said for a while, "The adoptive parents' family."

Gu Chuan hummed from his nasal cavity, his voice was deep.

He is usually reticent, and he is used to giving orders in high positions. He is not the kind of person who likes to inquire about other people's family affairs.

However, the journey was long, there was silence in the carriage, and the sound of rain all over the world made people feel bored.

After a while, Gu Chuan asked again briefly: "Where are your parents?"

"……died."

Gu Chuan was slightly startled: "Dead?"

"Yeah." Ye Zhen turned his head, moved his eyes from the side window to the front window, stared at the swinging windshield wipers, and said, "Killed by a few Japanese."

His tone was very flat, but there was a deep hatred and compassion.

Gu Chuan looked at his side face and felt very surprised for a moment.He thought this boy was so young, he looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he was so handsome and handsome; his attitude was indifferent, as if he was wary of the world around him, yet he was so gullible, he just got into a stranger's car casually , as if he was sure that no one would harm him.It is a collection of contradictions.

Gu Chuan thought for a while, then asked, "How could you be killed by...?"

"I don't know. My parents have never provoked the Japanese, no hatred, no grievances. But they just killed him, and they feel very proud. I can't understand how human beings can be so heavy on their compatriots who have no hatred against them. Hands, they are like animals." Ye Zhen paused, and found an explanation with difficulty: "——Maybe the Japanese nature is like this."

Gu Chuan turned his head to drive, with a complicated expression on his face, and said for a while, "My mother was also killed by a Chinese."

Ye Zhen was very surprised and said, "Huh?"

Gu Chuan said: "My mother... Well, she was born in a big family with a long history in Japan. My biological father was a student studying in Japan, and it is said that he studied aviation industry. But I have never met him. My mother gave birth to me. By then, he had abandoned us."

Ye Zhen's eyes widened, and he said, "Ah—?"

Gu Chuan smiled.

He seldom smiles himself, even less so with a sad, nostalgic and helpless smile.

"When my father was studying in Japan, he fell in love with my mother. They lived together very quickly. Until my father graduated, he wanted to take my mother back to China. But my mother...sometimes people are always involuntary, and she has to stay. In Japan, I begged my lover to stay with me. But my father insisted on leaving."

"Soon my mother's family got her engaged to one of the oldest martial arts families in Japan. The terrible thing was that at this moment, she found out that she was pregnant... My father returned to China soon, and she gritted her teeth and got married. I was born a few months later. From the beginning to the end, my father didn't know that there was such a me in this world."

Ye Zhen had already put aside the question of "how can Chinese and Japanese fall in love and get married" and pursued: "Then why didn't she tell your father?"

Gu Chuan sighed: "There are some things that cannot be mentioned, besides... well, forget it, you are still a child."

Ye Zhen insisted: "Lovers can talk about anything, and the problem can be solved by talking about it."

Gu Chuan glanced at him, thinking that only children could say such words, young and ignorant, with a pure heart.This child is so beautiful, I don't know how many little girls will like him in the future, if he can always maintain this state of mind, the little girl he falls in love with will be very happy.

Ye Zhen thought for a long time, and then asked: "Then did you find your father later?"

"Well. My mother has been depressed since she got married. I passed away when I was very young. No matter what others talked about during her lifetime, she gritted her teeth and said nothing. She didn't tell me about my biological father until the last moment. It’s a Chinese who told me to come to northern China to find him.”

When the red light came on, Gu Chuan slammed on the brakes and said, "I always thought she hated that man, but at the last moment, she told me in tears, hoping that I would work hard so that my father would recognize my existence." .”

Ye Zhen was fascinated by what he heard, and asked, "Then what happened next?"

Gu Chuan hadn't told anyone about the past for decades, and it was the first time he mentioned it to a child he didn't know, but Ye Zhen took it as if he was listening to a story. Talk about the ending.

"There is no later. Later, after I worked hard to find clues, I found out that my father had died a long time ago, before my mother." The red light turned green, Gu Chuan stepped on the accelerator, and his head fell Without replying, he said, "He didn't get married in China, and he didn't leave me with a single half-brother."

This ending obviously made Ye Zhen feel unfinished. He thought for a long time, and even said several "buts", but there was no "but".In the end, he could only sigh in frustration, and commented: "I really can't understand it!"

Gu Chuan smiled lightly and said, "I can't either."

But he knew that what he couldn't understand and what the child couldn't understand were two very different things.

At this moment, Gu Chuan turned the car out of the highway, and suddenly a jeep caught up behind him, beeping its horn twice.

Ye Zhen turned his head and immediately recognized it: "Ah! My father's car!"

The kid called his dad?when?Gu Chuan was a little surprised, and then saw the car put on the light and stopped on the side of the road.

Ye Zhen immediately pushed the cart down, paused before leaving, turned around and said quickly: "Thank you for sending me here, stranger!"

The boy's startled glance was very clear in the gray rain and fog, as if it had taken away all the beauty and brilliance of the world.Gu Chuan stared blankly, the boy quickly ran to the side of the jeep, a young man immediately opened the car door, and gave him a hug with both hands.

Gu Chuan was a little dazed, for some reason, he suddenly thought of a poem in the collection of thousands of leaves - the gray of the tsubaki is dyed purple, and the pomegranate goes to the sea; when we meet at a forked road, dare to ask Erfang's name?Right now, he and that young man have come to a fork in the road, maybe they will never see each other again in this lifetime.Even if you asked the other person's name, so what?

But—he changed his mind again, and thought with a wry smile: now that winter is cold, it is not the season for camellias to bloom in late spring.

At this moment, a man in black got down from the driver's seat of that car, and without an umbrella, walked to Gu Chuan's car in the drizzle, lowered his head and smiled, "Hey, brother!"

Gu Chuan rolled down the car window, Xuan Lin looked down and said, "Thank you for sending my son back!"

He looks very young, only in his thirties, but he claims to be Ye Shisan's father, which is a bit ridiculous in comparison.

Gu Chuan nodded, and said briefly: "It should be done with little effort."

Xuan Lin smiled and said nothing, stared at him when she turned her head, and strode away.

But just that one look!However, Gu Chuan's whole body tensed up suddenly, as if he felt an extremely domineering, strong, needle-like threatening aura in an instant.The feeling was so shocking that his pupils constricted suddenly, and he watched Xuanlin leave leisurely.

That man... quite scary!

Gu Chuan was born in a family of martial arts, and he is used to confronting masters. He has never felt such a strong, powerful killing intent from anyone, as if he could kill people at any time.

That kind of breath made everyone who approached him feel extremely afraid!

Gu Chuan hadn't felt this kind of feeling of being suppressed by an opponent for many years, and he was suppressed cleanly and fiercely.Until Xuanlin walked back to the car, he was still frowning, staring at the jeep.

Jeep started quickly, brushed past him, and honked his horn as if to express his thanks.

At this time, the phone rang, and Gu Chuan took out the phone from his coat pocket. It was the assistant calling, and the voice was a little anxious: "Mr. Kurosawa! It's very late, where have you been? Do you need us to pick it up?"

"..." Gu Chuan paused for a while, then said slowly: "No need, you wait... I'll go back right away."

He looked at the direction in which the jeep was going away. After a while, the car disappeared into the rain and fog on the winter street, and it was never seen again.

The author has something to say: Tsubaki ash in ancient Japan refers to the ashes from the burning of camellia leaves, and sea pomegranate is used as a solution for camellias, so Kurosawa thinks it is winter, not the season for camellias to bloom in spring~