I don't just want to dream about you

When Shen Qinghan woke up, he was just about to reach his destination.Meng Yihuan leaned back, sleeping soundly with headphones on.

Almost all the people on the bus were trying to catch up on sleep.

Shen Qinghan quietly admired Meng Yihuan's sleeping face for almost a minute before deciding to shake him awake. If it wasn't because Meng Yihuan's hand was pressing on Shen Qinghan's phone bag, Shen Qinghan would definitely have taken a photo of Meng Yihuan's sleeping appearance.

"Yihuan, it's time to wake up." Shen Qinghan patted Meng Yihuan lightly, and Meng Yihuan closed his eyes as if he didn't want to wake up at all.

"Wake up!" Shen Qinghan patted Meng Yihuan again.

"Huh? Are you here?" Meng Yihuan struggled to open his eyes, twisting his stiff neck.It was very comfortable when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, I felt uncomfortable everywhere.

Looking at the scenery outside the car window, Meng Yihuan became excited in an instant, and he was no longer sleepy.

They came to the Martyrs Cemetery today.The Martyrs Cemetery is on the top of the mountain, and the bus stops at the foot of the mountain. When you get off the bus, you can see a huge stone tablet, which introduces the origin of the Martyrs Cemetery.

Meng Yihuan raised her head and glanced at the top of the mountain.The whole person suddenly calmed down.

"Is this Yihuan's first time here?"

"Well, I've never been here before"

"It's not the first time I've come here." Shen Qinghan said, looking at the mountain, she felt nostalgic.

She remembered many things from the past.Although she never came here after leaving social work, she still has a deep memory of it.

"On this mountain, my aunt is buried," Shen Qinghan said.

Most of the people who can be buried here are from the Anti-Japanese War period.Shen Qinghan said calmly, but Meng Yihuan's heart set off a wild wave.

Immediately, the eyes looking at Shen Qinghan became different.

"So senior sister often comes here to sweep graves?"

"Basically"

"This aunt is my great-grandfather's older sister. But the two of them didn't live together all the time because of the war. When my great-grandfather came back later, my aunt had already died."

"what....."

The topic is too heavy.Meng Yihuan didn't know how to respond at all.But looking at this mountain, I am even more in awe.

"I don't have much memory of this aunt. After all, I heard it from my great-grandfather." Shen Qinghan saw Meng Yihuan's bewilderment, smiled and said, "But my aunt is a famous big Beauty"

"There are still photos of her before at home, she looks very similar to me"

Meng Yihuan stared at Shen Qinghan's face very carefully. Shen Qinghan's facial features could withstand 365 angles.Thinking about it this way, that grandma is indeed a beautiful woman.

“That must be beautiful”

Meng Yihuan nodded in agreement.

"Although I have never met this aunt, I intuitively feel that she is a very legendary figure."

"It's a heroine," Meng Yihuan said.

"When I was young, my great-grandfather was still alive, and I always liked to tell stories about his youth over and over again."

Meng Yihuan pricked up her big ears, she was really interested in these things, "What are you talking about?"

"It's all about the past between him and his aunt. It was said that he took his aunt to the theater by himself, but he didn't understand the play himself, and was lectured by his aunt."

Meng Yihuan thought about it, in that era those who were able to go to theaters and listen to operas probably had good family conditions.

"But later my great-grandfather stopped going to the theater, but my aunt became a regular visitor," Shen Qinghan said.

"Is it because the opera is so good?" Meng Yihuan didn't have any feelings for opera, mainly because she couldn't listen to it.

"Half and half"

"Half and half?"

"I heard from my great-grandfather that there was a girl in the theater who sang well at that time. She caught my aunt's eyes, and the two of them have a close relationship in private, so as long as it is a play sung by this girl, my aunt will join in."

But a few words.Meng Yihuan has already woven a picture in her mind.

"After my aunt passed away, the singer was dragged away. I heard that he was blind and exiled to the countryside."

"What are you two talking about? Hurry up to the mountain" Zhu Si grabbed Shen Qinghan and Meng Yihuan's shoulders, and pulled them forward.

This time Meng Yihuan came back to his senses, and sure enough, a large number of people had already left in front of him.But maybe because of Shen Qinghan's story about her aunt, Meng Yihuan's initial excitement had already been suppressed, and there was only heaviness in her heart.

The teacher who led the team took several boys and placed a bunch of white chrysanthemums in front of each tombstone.Their lives are engraved on the tombstones, where they were from, in what wars, and what happened to them.

There is also a small martyr exhibition hall on the mountain. After entering the exhibition hall, everyone is very silent.Meng Yihuan looked at the short stories inside, the map of the Anti-Japanese War at that time, and almost shed tears emotionally.

She watched anti-Japanese movies with her father since she was a child, and those movies more or less affected her growth. Although there were also completely illogical movies like tearing up devils by hand, this did not affect Meng Yihuan's awe of that period of history. Affection.

Shen Qinghan is very calm, not only has she been here once, but every time she comes here, she feels very different.According to my great-grandfather, this mountain used to belong to their family.It was donated by my aunt.

It is also because of this that my great-grandfather buried my aunt here.Shen Qinghan actually concealed a lot, she didn't tell Meng Yihuan the whole story completely.

That girl who is good at singing has a special relationship with her aunt.At that time, when she was going to be arrested, everyone did not do anything to her because of the affection of the deceased aunt. She simply blinded her eyes from crying.

Every time my great-grandpa hugged himself and talked about his past, most of them actually didn't want to mention this girl.

He prefers to tell himself about his aunt, but this aunt has too many things involved with this girl, so no matter what, she will always talk about this girl more or less .

Shen Qinghan even speculated in his heart that his aunt and that girl might have that kind of relationship.

Unfortunately, my aunt passed away too early.I don't have a son or a daughter under my knees, and I don't know who to ask about things I want to ask.

As for the girl who sang an opera, after she went to the countryside, she taught others blindly.Life is not very satisfactory.

But this is the normal state. Nine out of ten things in life are unsatisfactory.In those days, being alive was a great blessing.

Shen Qinghan suddenly remembered that there was a book in the old house that was treasured by his great-grandfather. When he was young, Shen Qinghan secretly read a few pages before he was caught by his great-grandfather and beat him up quite a bit.

That diary seems to be written by my aunt, maybe what I want to know is recorded in it.

Grandpa passed away in winter, and he passed away peacefully, so he didn't even explain much about his own affairs.

When packing up the relics, no one set their sights on a book.

In this way, the book should still be in place.Sure enough, I should go back and have a look this weekend, Shen Qinghan thought, anyway, besides the housekeeper, there are a few aunts at home, and there are no relatives around.Whether you go back or not will not affect you too much.

In front of the Martyrs Cemetery, all the members of the student union gathered together to swear an oath to the flag-raising flag. Meng Yihuan said every oath sonorously and forcefully.

Most people are emotional animals, and under special circumstances, they will become very different from their usual selves.

When she was in college, Meng Yihuan would often wake up at six o'clock, complaining about why she had morning meetings.At that time, she didn't even bother to wash up. Listening to the leader's speech, all she could think about was to finish the sentence quickly, and I had to go back to sleep.

Now that I think about it, in fact, the main agenda of the morning meeting at that time was to raise the national flag.It's not right to stand under the playground with that mentality.

If she is given another chance to do it all over again, she must respect every minute, every second, every moment.

Alas, it was only a dream.Meng Yihuan himself felt a little unbelievable that he could teach himself so much.

After taking photos, it is free time.Meng Yihuan stood there feeling sad, Zhu Si walked over and said with a smile, "What's the matter, how sad?"

"A little bit." Meng Yihuan always felt that he was not very good at getting along with this senior, so what should I say, it felt that this senior was full of thoughts about how to sell herself for a good price?

"Sad is just sad, what are some of them?" Zhu Si pointed to a few high school boys and girls in the distance, "Well, you're not the only one here who is sad, just say it out loud."

"That's not too sad"

"Why not?"

So I must be very sad, right?Meng Yihuan had a puzzled expression on his face, well, he really couldn't be happy on this occasion.

"Yi Huan, please ignore her." Shen Qinghan explained a few words to the people under his command, and walked over unhurriedly, "The first time she came here, she still hugged me and cried."

"Wow..." Meng Yihuan's expression suddenly changed when he looked at Zhu Si.This senior, who seemed very shrewd in his own eyes, suddenly became a little dumbfounded.

"Oh! Shen Qinghan! You are not giving me face, are you? I still want to stand up in front of the elementary school girls."

"Isn't this a good prestige?" Shen Qinghan joked, "Knowing that there is such a sentimental senior by my side, I will definitely respect this senior."

"Cut, pull you down. How can you give birth to respect? It's obvious that you want to laugh at me." Zhu Si turned his head to the side, deeply lamenting the damage to his image.

"No, I didn't mean to make fun of Senior Sister." Meng Yihuan suppressed a smile, and his tone became serious for a few seconds, "I respect you very much right now."

"Then why don't you restrain the smile on your face?" Zhu Si rolled his eyes.