Battle in Changsha in the Qingming Festival

Willingness, forcibly pushing people back to the past, after a heart-piercing experience, they seem like a normal person again, pat their ass, oh, sorry, it seems that they pulled the wrong person, and then put the forgotten little shrimp Pulled from the barrenness of time, nostril-picked, and prudish, this is the hell you have to live through.

Sheng Qili really wanted to put her middle finger up, shit, do you think this is fun?

Her eyes were red and swollen, she buried her head in drinking porridge, familiar furniture, familiar floor, familiar era, but she felt a big emptiness in her heart.

Sheng Qili traveled through unconsciously, and then returned unconsciously. After sleeping all night, it was as if she had just had a big spring and autumn dream about 1938 to 1944.

Zhao Qianqian, who lives with her, gnawed on fried dough sticks while holding the tablet, smacking her lips, "So handsome, so handsome."

She choked, and couldn't stand Zhao Qianqian's repeated nympho, "Qianqian, can you stop for a while? I'm eating!"

Zhao Qianqian moved the chair to Sheng Qili's side and shared the tablet. A picture of a handsome man in military uniform hung on the screen.

"Qi Li, look, my new male god, Chief Gu!"

"Ahem, what are you talking about? Chief Gu!" Sheng Qili was completely choked, her heart was beating violently, she grabbed the tablet and looked at it carefully.

She flipped through them one by one, stern face, cold demeanor, familiar names, but this was not him.

Zhao Qianqian was immersed in her imagination, completely unaware of Sheng Qili's abnormality.

"Handsome, I recommended you to watch it before, but you still don't watch it, now you find that my male god's charm is boundless?" She covered her face, "Every time I re-watch it, my sex will go up, okay? I want to become Xiangxiang and give birth to monkeys for Chief Gu.”

She was talking to herself alone, Sheng Qili didn't say a word, she was silent, even the air was silent.

Zhao Qianqian finally discovered her taciturnity. She used to be seldom talkative, but she was not as bored now. She asked, "What's wrong?"

Sheng Qili had a bitter face and pulled the corners of her mouth, "I said, I dreamed that I was in love with Gu Qingming last night, do you believe it?"

Zhao Qianqian curled her lips, "You're nonsense, you haven't even read "Battle of Changsha", how can you fall in love with Chief Gu!"

She was talking about Gu Qingming, not Chief Gu, but Zhao Qianqian, who had a strong nerve, didn't notice it.

With a pale face, she lowered her head, preventing Zhao Qianqian from seeing the tears in her eyes, "Yeah, I haven't watched TV yet, so how could I remember their names?"

On this day, Sheng Qili locked herself in the room for a whole day, and their love and hatred were staged on the computer screen. She went through all the plot introductions and searched all the TV interpretations. Sheng Qili, the three The words have nothing to do with the battle in Changsha.

Which one is the real battle in Changsha?

Her Gu Qingming left in 1942, but Hu Xiangxiang's Gu Qingming was still alive and happy.

The notebook lay quietly on her lap, and she just stared at the computer all night, trying to find clues in the unfamiliar plot, her eyes were smoky blue, but she found nothing.

She walked out of Jiaxing with a bag on her back and flew to Changsha. She explored Nanzheng Street, the former site of Biwan Street, climbed Yuelu Mountain, and walked to Xiangya Hospital by herself, but they were no longer what she remembered. Time, she found it, and lost it again.

It was midsummer, and when I took the train from Changsha to Chongqing, when I got off the train, a huge wave of heat swept over her. Even when she stepped on the ground, she could still feel the heat from the ground. The stove is indeed a stove.

At the exit of the train station, there are local residents who are sweating and holding signs to attract accommodation.

Walking past one, he called out, "Little sister, do you want to stay or not? Mine has wifi, air conditioner, and water heater."

Sheng Qili waved her hand and smiled sincerely, "Thank you, no need."

She had already booked the hotel online, checked the route, and remembered and relaxed.

They said that no matter how sad or miss you, you must learn to break through, be at ease, and let go.

She looked at the clear sky high in Chongqing and smiled.

It is easy to say, but in practice, it seems difficult to achieve.

So she just waited.

Waiting for someone, waiting for an old time.

Because she still didn't believe that their fate would be so shallow.

Stopping aimlessly at the cold drink shop, wiped off the sweat, and said loudly: "Boss, have a cup of iced plum tea."

The 30-year-old still young and beautiful woman smiled enthusiastically, as if standing in front of her was her close relatives and friends, "Beauty, do you want a big cup or a small cup?"

Sheng Qili looked at the weather, and responded to the enthusiasm of others with a smile, "Big glass, add more ice, thank you!"

The night fell quietly, and there was no part of the city that was full of feasting and feasting that really belonged to her.

She had already learned how to eat spicy food, so she wandered around and found an open-air hot pot restaurant. She ordered a table full of dishes by herself, sweating and crying.

So spicy, so spicy.

At the foot of the imperial city

Liu Li looked at her eldest daughter whom she hadn't seen for two years with tears in her eyes, "Qi Li, you are finally willing to come to Beijing!"

She handed out a tissue and looked at the bustling metropolis, which was the capital and where Sheng Qiang stayed for the last time.

"I always have to come and see the place where Dad has worked hard for half his life."

Liu Li was stunned for a moment, because she had broken her vow of staying together for a lifetime, "Qi Li, are you still blaming your mother for another marriage?"

Sheng Qili took the initiative to pull her hand that was still covered with fine lines even though it was well maintained, and shook her head, "Mom, what are you talking about, I never blamed you, I think... Dad also wants you to be happy."

"Yes, it's so hard to meet once, don't mention this." She pushed the eight or nine-year-old boy beside her to Sheng Qili, "Qili, this is Haohao."

Haohao, the child she risked her life to give birth to.

Sheng Qili touched his head, the touch under the palm was not as soft as other children's, she thought the hair texture followed his father's, the roots stood upright, stinging like a hedgehog.

"They've grown so big!"

Haohao got rid of her hand uncomfortably, rolled his eyes, and didn't want to look at her.

"Haohao, call me sister!" Seeing that he didn't respond, Liu Li pushed his little arm, "Didn't I show you photos before?"

Liu Li smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry, kid."

She doesn't care about Haohao's attitude, whether it's embarrassing or hostile, she won't be as knowledgeable as him, "Mom, it's okay, children of this age are a little shy."

After Haohao listened, he curled his lips secretly.

"Qi Li, go home and live with mom!"

"No, Mom, before I came, I already called grandma and grandpa. I'm afraid the two old people are still waiting for me at home."

Liu Li put one hand into her pocket, and the shiny earrings on her ears almost dazzled her eyes.

"Then I'll see you off, it's not easy to take a car here."

Haohao stood aside, so impatient, he kept pulling on Liu Li's clothes, tearing the expensive clothes into creases that were difficult to dissipate, "Mom, didn't you say that you would accompany me to the museum soon!"

"This..." Liu Li was in a dilemma.

Seeing her embarrassed expression, Sheng Qili grabbed the backpack strap tightly and smiled, "Mom, you can go with Haohao, I can just take a taxi later."

"Okay, okay."

"Come on, Qili, eat more, look at you, you've lost weight again!" Chen Yunmei, who was nearly seventy years old, kept adding vegetables to Sheng Qili's bowl.

"Grandma, enough, enough. You eat too!"

Sheng Qili moved some easy-to-chew and easy-to-bite dishes in front of the two elderly people.

Grandma and grandpa have silver hair, and they are a little older than the previous two years.

The elderly eat dinner early, and after eating, they like to wander around the community to digest food.

Sheng Qili took a hot bath, changed into a cool dress, helped the two elderly people, and went for a walk together.

Along the way, I met many former comrades-in-arms of grandpa. Grandpa couldn't resist the temptation of chess, and halfway through the journey, he sat in a group with the grandpas who played chess.

It was hot in Beijing, and they were sweating a little after walking a short distance.

Just right, there is a shaded bench in front of you for resting,

"Grandma, let's take a break."

Chen Yunmei walked steadily. Hearing what Sheng Qili said, she thought she was tired, so she nodded, "Okay."

Now that the economy is developed, young people take the car when they go out, and they are out of breath after taking two extra steps. Unlike their time, when they went to the market from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] am, they trekked mountains and rivers without feeling tired.

Sheng Qili supported Chen Yunmei to sit down.

"You young men are not as strong as an old lady like me."

Chen Yunmei leaned her head on the back of the chair, Sheng Qili leaned her body sideways, raised her hand, and lightly patted Chen Yunmei's shoulder, "Grandma is a young sword, I can't catch up."

"Little girl's film, poor mouth."

Seeing that Chen Yunmei's shoulders were relaxed, her movements of her hands changed to kneading, and she smiled narrowly, "I'm telling the truth."

The grandparents and grandchildren sat in the shade, watching the old men play go and chess, while watching the old ladies dance fitness dance, which is quite relaxing.

Chen Yunmei watched intently, but Sheng Qili was drowsy. She leaned her elbows on the armrest beside her, supported her head with her palms, and closed her eyes for a light sleep.At the beginning, she could still hear the cheerful chirping of birds above her head and the fast-paced music around her, but after a while, her mind became more and more confused, and she fell into the chess game set by Zhou Gong.

When I woke up again, the birds were still singing, and the voices of people were getting louder and louder. At this time, the sun had already set in the west, and only cast the last touch of orange halo at the end of the sky.

The sky was getting darker, and the cool breeze was blowing on the face, but he said, it was a good time for walking and chatting.

At some point on Chen Yunmei's left sat a kind old lady who was almost the same age as her.

Sheng Qili removed the sour numbness