Battle in Changsha in the Qingming Festival

Battle in Changsha in the Qingming Festival

Author: Jiangjiang's City

Zhuang Zhou Mengdie

Sheng Qili woke up from her sleep, and struggled to open her heavy eyes, which seemed to be tightly suppressed by someone. Her whole body was limp and weak, and she couldn't lift the slightest strength. Her nerves were pulled, her head hurt like it was about to split open, and she wanted to move her hands and feet. I feel like my body is out of control.

This is an extremely simple and clean room. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. There is a white ceramic vase with a bouquet of carnations in different colors on the head of the exquisite and elegant European-style bed, and on the other side of the bed is a The umbrella-shaped bedside lamp with gold-edged pattern, the window is facing her, the sunlight through the thin gauze curtains, scattered on her pale face, making her complexion more crystal clear.

Her eyes slid over the white curtains that were blown up by the wind, and fell on the vibrant green plants outside the window.

This is not the room I have lived in for two years!

Lips parted slightly, pupils dilated.

Panic appeared on Sheng Qili's face, an invisible threat from an unknown environment.

She tried her best to prop up her weak body, just when she raised her head, she felt powerless and fell back heavily on the soft pillow.

With this fall, the back of her head went numb, and complicated memories rushed into her mind like sea water.

Sheng Qili, a native of Changsha, Hunan Province, graduated from the Royal College of Medicine. Yesterday, some friends in the UK held a graduation celebration party for her to congratulate her on becoming the first graduate in her class who successfully passed the thesis. He was so drunk that he fell asleep when he got home, and when he woke up, everything changed.

The person is still the same person, but the soul living in the body seems to be different from yesterday.

"Qi Li, listen to me, the situation in China is getting more and more chaotic now, your brother passed away in Shanghai, now dad only has you and Cheng Zhi, you go to England to stay for a few years, wait for two or three years to stabilize you in China Come back."

In the memory, a middle-aged man looked at the girl in front of him lovingly and said earnestly.

This girl was indeed 16-year-old Sheng Qili, her eyes were red and her voice was choked up. "I'm leaving, what about dad and brother?"

Sheng Changhai was also reluctant to part with his only daughter, with tears in his eyes, "Qi Li, your brother's funeral has not been settled yet, and I can't leave either. Cheng Zhi is still young, so I can't leave with you."

Xiao Sheng Chengzhi is already 12 years old, and he is a head shorter than Sheng Qili. He is soft-tempered, and he is extremely reluctant to see his sister leaving. But thinking of Sheng Changhai's confession, he must persuade his sister to board the boat. Looking firmly at Sheng Qili, she said, "Sister, you can go at ease, I will take good care of Dad."

Sheng Qili looked at Sheng Chengzhi, who had always been gentle and gentle, with the resolute expression of a young adult on his face, and realized that there was no room for change. The hot tears that had been in her eyes for a long time rolled down, leaving streaks of water on her white face.

Sheng Changhai held his daughter in his arms, weeping.

"Chengzhi and I have already bought train tickets for this afternoon, and we will return to Changsha with your brother's ashes. Qili, let's go, the boat will leave soon!"

Sheng Qili was crying out of breath, her eyes were covered by water mist, and her front was blurred. She nodded with difficulty, "Okay, Dad, Chengzhi, you have to take care!"

She carried her luggage and looked back three times a step at a time. Sheng Changhai and Sheng Chengzhi were standing on the noisy pier. Their tall and short figures were gradually blocked by pedestrians coming and going. She stood on tiptoe and waved goodbye to them with a fake smile. .

Since then, time has passed, the accent in Sheng Qili's ears is gone, and it is hard to find her homeland. Often only in her dreams can she find a trace of laughter from the bottom of her heart.

I often dream back in the middle of the night, with tears soaked in wet wipes.

There were slides playing before her eyes, the picture of sitting on Sheng Changhai's neck having fun, the picture of her brother buying sugar man to make her happy, the brother blushing and wagging his fingers and saying that he wanted to grow up and protect his sister screen of...

All of this was as real and warm as if she had experienced it personally.

Sheng Qili's mind was muddy, her body seemed to have regained its vitality, and she was no longer as uncontrollable as before. She held her head in pain, trying to expel all these memories that did not belong to her from her head. It's not hers, her home is not in Changsha, she has no elder brother, no younger brother.

She kept shaking her head, her eyes dull, "I am Sheng Qili, not Sheng Qili. I am Sheng Qili, not Sheng Qili. I am Sheng Qili, not Sheng Qili..."

Sheng Qili was in a daze, repeating a sentence, her lips opened and closed, her breathing was chaotic, and an abnormal blush appeared on her pale cheeks.

Suddenly, she rolled her eyes, she stopped all movements, passed out, and the room returned to calm.

Get some sleep!

In the dream, Sheng Qili, as a bystander, watched Sheng Qili's entire first half of her life soberly and coldly. When the mother gave birth to Sheng Chengzhi, she had a difficult labor. son, weeping bitterly.There are three children in the family, Sheng Changhai has never thought about continuing the family, he is both father and mother, and he hardly takes care of the children without other people's hands. A big man just raised the three children like this.Among the three children, Sheng Qili looks the most like the deceased wife. He especially dotes on Sheng Qili, wishing to bring the best to her.I thought that the family could live like this forever, until the news of the elder brother's death came from Shanghai, and there was a thunder on the ground, which brought an unpredictable disaster to the family.Then Sheng Qili was sent abroad for asylum, and arduously integrated into life abroad, was admitted to university, and graduated.

When Sheng Qili woke up again, it was already afternoon, her breathing became slow and long, her eyelids moved, and she slowly opened her eyes, no longer lost her mind in the morning, her eyes flashed with light.Although her face was still a little pale, it exuded a beauty that did not belong to that Sheng Qili.

A very beautiful figure appeared in the mirror, with an oval face, a tall and small nose, and plump cherry red lips that seemed to be tempting to pick. The almond eyes that were originally tender were full of firmness and confidence at this moment.

"In such troubled times, such a face was born, alas!"

Sheng Qili sighed, the strange face, the strange environment, and even the unbelievable years made her understand that life does not allow escape.

From now on, she can only be Sheng Qili in 1938. As for Sheng Qili in 2015, it is no longer something she can participate in. Perhaps one day in the future, she will have the opportunity to return to the era she is familiar with.

In this European-style room, she searched for the documents that Sheng Qili had forgotten. She made the tidy room messy. This body didn't exercise very much, and Sheng Qili's body couldn't bear it after working for a while.She braced her back, gasping for breath, ignoring the fine hair scattered in front of her eyes, rested for a while, bent down and continued to search.

Sheng Qili packed her luggage, took the ferry ticket she bought a few days ago, and embarked on the journey back home.

Sheng Qili is an engineering student. It has been several years since she graduated from university. She has almost returned all the history she learned in junior high school to her teacher, but this does not mean that she cannot see the situation in China clearly. There was the bloody Japanese invasion before, and the Western powers later. The country is staring at each other, and the Kuomintang and the Communist Party are fighting each other. This time they may face the test of life and death when they return to China.

Living in the peaceful 21st century for more than 20 years, Sheng Qili never imagined that she would travel back to the era of bloodshed and danger 70 years ago.

There are many passionate people in this era, and they lead the Chinese people to resist the aggression of powerful enemies with their bodies. Everything she once owned was immortality bought by her ancestors with their lives, and now she is here, Maybe be one of them too.

Sheng Qili is very afraid of death, but she wants to find her own homeland in a strange time.

In the homeland, there are the closest people left in this world by the predecessors, and doing everything possible to save them from the erosion of the war is to meet the greatest expectations of the original owner!

My home 77 years ago, in the far east.

Sheng Qili was walking there, life or death, this is a big gamble.

two people met for the first time

After several months of wandering at sea, it was early autumn when Sheng Qili set foot on her homeland.

At this time, Nanjing, the capital city, had already fallen, Huayuankou burst its embankment, and Kaifeng was lost. The Japanese army began to besiege Wuhan, and countless refugees came down to Changsha along the Yangtze River.

Following the turbulent crowd, Sheng Qili walked out of the train station with difficulty and returned home suddenly. She did not have time to inform her family in Changsha.

She was pushed forward by the flow of people, and there was no place to put her feet. The crowd just squeezed away the sense of disobedience towards her relatives in her heart, and made her temporarily have no extra thoughts to think about everything about the Sheng family.

A sharp-eyed cart driver saw the pretty lady walking out of the crowd and saw her carrying a suitcase, and thought: Big deal!

He quickly stood up, walked forward enthusiastically, and smiled honestly, "Miss, where are you going?"

There was a lot of voices, and he was afraid that Sheng Qili would not hear it, so he repeated it loudly.

Seeing that the master had already helped her carry the box, she was relieved to be relieved of the burden on her hands.Get on the rickshaw, follow the memory, and report the address, "Biwan Street, Sheng's house."

The master has been running in Changsha City for several years, but he didn't know where. He picked up the car, said "Hello" briskly, and ran forward quickly with the wind on his feet.

Sheng Qili looked at the scenes passing by in front of her eyes. There were no repairs and carvings of later generations. The streets with red bricks and green tiles are more quaint and long. The shops on both sides of the road are wide open, and shopkeepers and customers in blue-gray gowns can be seen faintly. The back view of bargaining in the house.

There are not many pedestrians on the street, and sometimes you will see a large family dragging their children and daughters, pushing a car and driving out of the city.

She cleared her throat, not particularly used to it