The group of people found a time-honored restaurant. The restaurant was full of seats and full of fireworks.
Feng Dema was already hungry, so he picked up his chopsticks and started eating, his mouth full of oil.
Lu Ming is also not polite, he praised it while eating it
"It smells too good"
The atmosphere was relaxed and lively, which relieved the heavy and depressing atmosphere in the memorial hall in the afternoon.
Wang Lei also picked up the chopsticks and carefully picked up a piece of duck meat
The salty aroma in the mouth was soft and glutinous, fresh but not greasy. It was a taste he had never tasted before. The gloom between his eyebrows completely disappeared, revealing the relaxed look that a young man should have.
Along the way, the sweetness of the ice cream, the specialness of the cola, and the delicious Salted Duck were all beautiful things that he had never touched in his barren and short life.
After enjoying the meal, we chatted and laughed, took a look around the night view of Nanjing, and then slowly returned to the hotel.
After washing up, Lu Ming quietly moved to Wen Ning's bed, lowered her voice, and asked in a low voice:
"Wen Ning, do you already know everything about him?"
Wen Ning leaned on the head of the bed, closed his eyes, and nodded gently
"Yeah, I know."
Lu Ming frowned, full of confusion
"Then why don't you just send him back to your hometown? Why don't you take him around the world? Beijing Great Wall again, Nanjing Memorial Hall again."
Wen Ning slowly opened his eyes and spoke firmly
"Isn't this good? He has never seen the mountains and rivers in the prosperous times. I will take him around and let him see with his own eyes the world he is guarding. There is nothing wrong with it."
Lu Ming was stunned and understood instantly.
Yes.
The world only knows the tragic heroes, but no one remembers them. Most of them are young people in their teens and twenties.
He was silent for a few seconds and nodded.
"Yes, we really should take a look. So what are our arrangements for tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow morning, go to Shanghai."
Wen Ning said
Lu Ming vaguely guessed something in his heart, so he didn't ask any more questions and lay back on the bed silently.
The night was getting darker, Nanjing City thousands of lights were brightly lit, and it was a peaceful and sleepless night.
The next morning, it was bright
Several people packed their luggage, arrived at the high-speed rail station early, checked in and boarded the train, and rushed to Shanghai.
Wang Lei, the closer he got to the direction of Shanghai, the more excited he felt.
A few hours later, the high-speed train slowly entered Shanghai Hongqiao Station.
The moment you walk out of the station, high-rise buildings rise from the ground, straight into Yunxiao. Wide and smooth roads extend in all directions, traffic flows continuously, pedestrians walk calmly, there are many shops on the streets, neon lights are waking up, and everything you see is prosperous and prosperous.
Just this look.
Wang Lei's whole body suddenly froze in place, and without warning, tears instantly soaked his eyes and slid silently down his cheeks.
Not sad, not sad.
It is the ultimate shock, the desperation that spans a hundred years, and the resonance of obsession buried deep in my heart.
The wind blew past the corners of his clothes, and hundreds of years seemed to overlap at this moment.
He could no longer hear the noise, traffic and people around him.
There was only a familiar and harsh roar left in his ears.
boom
The loud noise of exploding artillery fire instantly filled his mind.
The bustling Magic City scene before our eyes began to twist, overlap, and fade layer by layer.
The smooth asphalt road turned into a muddy trench filled with water.
The numerous tall buildings turned into broken walls and charred ruins.
The gentle voices of people in the market turned into loud gunshots, roars, and cries.
The Shanghai of decades ago was not a prosperous city, but a purgatory, a scorched earth, and a river of blood Shanghai Battlefield.
Broken memories are no longer fragments.
Like a flood that bursts a bank, all the fog suddenly washes away, completely and clearly, everything returns to its place.
He remembered it all.
His name is Wang Lei, Anhui Huaining, a child from an ordinary farm family.
My parents are honest and responsible, but my younger brother is young and ignorant. The family guards a few acres of thin farmland, and is poor but stable.
Republic of China wars broke out, mountains and rivers were shattered, Japanese Invaders invaded China, and iron hoofs trampled the China earth to pieces.
The village was affected by the war, the fields were deserted, and the people were displaced. At that time, he was just fifteen years old, still a half-grown child.
But the country fell and no one was spared.
In order to protect his hometown behind him and protect millions of ordinary people like his parents and brothers, he followed the conscription team and walked thousands of miles to Shanghai, which was thousands of miles away.
At the age of fifteen, while others were still acting coquettishly in the arms of his parents, he had already shouldered a heavy gun and stood at the forefront of Battle of Shanghai.
He remembered.
I remember being hungry and cold on the march, eating hard coarse grains, stepping on the muddy dirt road, heading eastward, and never flinched.
Thinking of the days and nights in the trenches, the continuous autumn rain, the mud and water soaking into the clothes, the whole body shivering with cold, and still lying on the position.
I think of all the young comrades around me.
There are scholars who are sixteen years old, farmers in their early twenties, and young men who have just gotten married.
They come from all over the world and have never met each other, but they fight side by side in this land of Shanghai, building a defense line of mountains and rivers with their flesh and blood.
He remembered the smiling faces of his comrades and the way they cheered each other up.
I remember someone was homesick, secretly wiping away tears, turning around and gripping the barrel of the gun tightly.
I remember the despair of losing the position and the despair of the continuous artillery fire.
Planes circled and bombed, artillery shells exploded on the ground, and bullets whizzed through the air.
Every day, someone falls beside him.
The comrades who were joking one second could no longer open their eyes the next second.
The mountain of corpses Blood Sea is devastated.
They have few people, poor equipment, lack of food and grass, and run out of ammunition.
Everyone knows that there is no chance of survival.
But no one backed away.
No inch of ground should be given away, and every inch of ground must be defended.
Because behind them is the Jiangnan homeland, thousands of people, and the entire China.
He remembered the last bloody battle.
Almost everyone in the position was killed, the trenches were filled with corpses, and blood mixed with rainwater soaked the entire position.
He was covered in wounds, his arms were grazed by bullets and his flesh and blood were bruised, his abdomen was torn open by shrapnel, and the pain was bone-piercing.
Even though he couldn't stand firmly and couldn't hold the gun, he still gritted his teeth, lay down in the dilapidated trench, and stared straight ahead.
He hasn't held on yet.
He can't die yet.
But in the end, a cannonball exploded next to him.
A violent shock swept through the whole body, and the severe pain swallowed up all consciousness.
At the last moment when his vision turned dark, he looked at the Shanghai gray sky with only one obsession in his heart
Protect this place, protect our country, and prevent everyone from suffering from war again.
The fifteen-year-old boy will always stay with Shanghai Battlefield who has been in Republic of China for twenty-six years.
The bones are buried in a foreign land, no one knows about them, no one pays tribute to them.
Even a name is almost lost in the dust of hundreds of years.
A hundred years of ups and downs and vicissitudes of life.
The scorched earth purgatory that was stained with blood in the past has now become a prosperous place where the country is peaceful and the people are safe Magic City.
Wang Lei's whole body was shaking uncontrollably, his shoulders were shaking violently, tears were falling down, but he was biting his lips and not crying.
He finally saw it with his own eyes.
I saw the prosperous times of mountains and rivers that they fought with their lives to protect to the death.
There was no gunfire, no smoke.
The people live and work in peace and contentment, the city is prosperous and prosperous, the children are safe and happy, and the world is stable year after year.
They lost their current lives.
But he won the eternal peace of future generations.
Wen Ning and the others on the side were all standing quietly, no one spoke.
They looked at the tearful young man in front of them, and their eyes were all moved.
After a while, Wang Lei slowly raised his head, his red eyes looked at the busy Shanghai in front of him, his voice was hoarse and choked with relief that spanned a century.
"We won"
Just five simple words.
He spent his life's obsession and his life's expectations.
Wen Ning nodded gently, with a gentle and solemn voice
"Victory, the country is safe, the country is peaceful, and the people are safe. Everything you sacrificed your life to protect has been realized."