In the Republic of China, the heroine had a strong personality and a cheerful style. It is better to be long and brief.

Brief introduction fanghua

volume one

I can see the gardenia next door in the distance

In the weather of Hirai, the rain comes and goes quickly.

This is a small temple located in an alley. The incense is not prosperous, the temple is old and dilapidated, and a line of South Amitabha Buddha can be vaguely recognized on the mottled courtyard wall.

Only, a pomegranate flower in the yard is in full bloom. It's so gorgeous that people forget that there is fading and impermanence in the world.

Next to the pomegranate flower, stood a little girl of thirteen or fourteen, looking at the gate of the yard. When the wind blows, pomegranate flowers shake, blush a little, fly loosely, and the flowers will stick to the girl's Bai Chunsi skirt.

A thin woman came out of the wing, carrying a big cardboard box, and shouted to the girl standing next to pomegranate flowers, "Qingqing."

Luo personally picked a pomegranate flower and pinned it to her braid. Then, she leaned down and asked her mother, "Mom, are Aunt Ling and Brother Dongfeng coming?"

"It rained too hard just now, so I won't come." Zhao Yanwan answered lightly, then ordered Qingqing to help and put a handful of incense in the carton on the booth at the entrance of the temple.

After moving a small bench to sit behind the booth, Luo looked at the empty alley and asked, "Mom …"

Zhao Yanwan was a little impatient: "What do you want them to do?"

"They are very kind to us."

"okay?" Zhao Yanwan gave a wry smile, "this is very good. The kind of kindness that rich people pity evil people. "

Luo saw that his mother looked pale, so he stopped talking. He hugged his knees and looked at the alley mouth. Seven days ago, Brother Dongfeng said he would give her a surprise next time. Brother Dongfeng has never lied to her. She couldn't help laughing, not knowing what would happen.

Hutongkou, drove into a dark car.

Luo Qingqing jumped up to meet him. The car stopped at the gate of the temple. The person who got off the bus was not Aunt Ling and Brother Dongfeng, but a man wearing sunglasses.

People came to Zhao Yanwan and took off her sunglasses. She is a gentle middle-aged man.

Zhao Yanwan exclaimed: "You ..."

The bearer bowed slightly and called, "Madam."

Zhao Yanwan's face sank: "Don't call me that. You are not ignorant. I have been kicked out of the house by your commander. "

"This time, the commander asked me to see you."

"He ..." Zhao Yanwan eyes a bright, then faded, "he can still think of me? If you have something to say, just say it. "

People didn't speak directly, but looked at Luo smiled and said, "this is miss, right? She is so old. "

Luo is so old that no one has ever called her "Miss", which makes her feel strange and uncomfortable. She lowered her head and smiled shyly.

Zhao Yanwan also took a look at her daughter: "Qingqing, you will watch the stall here for a while." Say and lead people to the wing.

Luo sat down, waiting for passers-by to buy incense, while playing with pomegranate flowers on his braid. Suddenly I heard my mother in the wing shouting angrily, "He is dreaming."

She was startled and was about to go to the hospital to see what was going on. A car galloped into an alley and suddenly stopped in front of the temple. The door opened, black boots stepped on the rain, and a tall and thin figure came to Qingqing. The first thing that caught her eye was the straight dark gray military uniform. When she found that it was Brother Dongfeng under the wide-brimmed military cap, she stared at her eyes in amazement and couldn't speak for a long time.

Qu Dongfeng smiled and gently scraped on Qingqing's delicate nose: "What, my little girl changed clothes and didn't know me?"

"You ... joined the army?" Luo stare big eyes, dongfeng elder brother really surprised her.

"I am now a student of the first-class general class of Pingjin Army University."

"Didn't you say you were going to take the history department of Pingjin University?"

"The army university was founded by my father. As his son, being a soldier is my destiny. "

Luo seized Qu Dongfeng's fleeting helplessness and smiled: "It turns out that Brother Dongfeng has something he wants to do but can't do."

Qu Dongfeng made a gesture to the temple: "I'm not a god in a niche, I can't do anything."

"But ... I thought Brother Dongfeng could do anything."

Qu Dongfeng bowed his head and looked at the pure worship in your eyes for a while. At this time, Zhao Yanwan shouted impatiently in the wing: "I can't do it if I sayno." Go back and tell your commander to die! You get out! Get out! "

Then the gentle middle-aged man was pushed out by Zhao Yanwan.

Qu Dongfeng glanced at the middle-aged man in the hatchback and sighed again: "Adjutant Yan."

At this time, I met Luo's adjutant Yan Minghai in Pingjin. Qu Dongfeng has guessed the other party's purpose: "Adjutant Yan is here to take the Luo family to Jinling?"

"We're not going!" Before YanMingHai answer, Zhao Yanwan flatly replied.

In the next few days, Zhao Yanwan has been upset. Luo tried to find out who Luo was, but his mother scolded him severely and dared not ask again. I think Brother Dongfeng may know, but I haven't seen him for days.

I can't solve the riddle, and my mood is very chaotic. I can't sleep at night, just sit under the wisteria frame and look up at the stars.

Suddenly, there was a cat meowing in the southeast of the city, which was a mess and screamed in unison. In the silent night, it looks sad and abnormal.

Luo Qingqing shuddered. Shout to the room: "Mom-"

Zhao Yanwan came out of the wing.

Luo Qingqing stood up from under the wisteria frame and leaned down to his mother: "Mom. How can there be so many meows? "

Zhao Yanwan listened quietly. Those sounds are like cats, but some are not. Sharp and harsh, as if countless knives cut through the air. She couldn't help thinking of one thing: a gun.

She was all over and hugged her daughter tightly: "I'm not afraid. Just a meowing cat. "

At that time, the alley became restless. On weekdays, some kind men and women came to the temple to ask the master for advice. Luo also ran into the hall and heard everyone talking about the war.

Compared with ordinary people who are worried about their lives, the master in the temple always seems calm and calm, knowing only the fate of misfortune and fortune, and only chanting Buddha to avoid disaster. Some trustworthy people follow the master to recite the Buddha, and some untrustworthy people leave the small temple to find another job.

Luo was originally following the master in chanting Buddhism, but Zhao Yanwan pulled him out of the hall.

Zhao Yanwan packed his luggage and said, "This time it was either a foreigner or a revolutionary army. Pingjing cannot stay. My mother and I had to take refuge in the city. "

"Mom, Master said that chanting Buddha can avoid disaster." Luo said to.

Zhao Yanwan gave a wry smile: "Mom told you, don't believe anything. Don't trust any god, Buddha or man. Believe in yourself. Only you can save yourself. "

Zhao Yanwan took out a blue cloth parcel from the bottom of the box, and took out a boy's clothes from it to change into. Luo didn't expect her mother to prepare the boy's clothes. Did her mother know that there was going to be a war, so she prepared it specially?

When Qingqing was changing clothes, Zhao Yanwan took a pair of scissors and said, "Come here, you can't leave this braid."

"Mom, I don't want to cut it." Luo Qingqing pleaded in a low voice, "Can I hide it in my hat?"

Zhao Yanwan was impatient: "Life matters, or braids matter."

"Click" braid cut, Luo did not let it fall to the ground, but secretly hid it in his sleeve. Inadvertently, I remembered that day, she put a begonia flower on the headrope, and Brother Dongfeng just came to praise her for her beauty. ...

Zhao Yanwan pulled Luo out of the alley, full of refugees. The winding road to the city gate is wide, but now it is crowded with snails, carriages, caravans and rickshaws. There are several black cars, sandwiched between the bustling people, cars and horses, and they are not driving very fast.

Looking at the rushing flood, Luo asked, "Mom, where are we going?"

Zhao Yanwan's face also showed a trace of loss and sighed heavily: "Go to Xingxian's hometown."

The crowd was crowded and moving slowly, and the shadow of the gatehouse was not seen until dawn. Both mother and daughter are exhausted. Zhao Yanwan doesn't even have the strength to speak. She just wiped her sweat and gasped. Glancing at my daughter who is close to me, I saw that her face turned white and her body could not help trembling.

Zhao Yanwan reached out and poked her daughter's forehead. She was irritable: "You ... are sick neither early nor late. How can you be at this juncture!" Zhao Yanwan cursed, distressed and worried. In this scene, when can I go back to my hometown in Xing County?

Finally squeezed out of the gate. Zhao Yanwan helped Qingqing to the avenue next to the ridge and sat down. Luo is kneeling on her mother's knee, but she feels very dizzy. In a trance, it seems that a car is coming, and someone in the car calls, "madam, miss."

Luo Xin way, mother is not a wife, she is not a lady, this absolutely can't call them. Thinking is so chaotic that I don't know anything when I am black at the moment. ...

When consciousness came back to reality again, I saw a young man sitting next to me in the dim light. Brother Dongfeng-she blurted out.

The man turned his head and her heart suddenly cooled. It's not the east wind.

Looking at Luo's face, I couldn't help thinking of the story that Master told in the temple. There was an ancient Indian god who once saw his reflection on the floor because he was so beautiful that he couldn't help being fascinated. She thought teenagers would be fascinated by their own reflections.

However, at this time, she doesn't want to see any beautiful face, let alone such a cold face.

Mom, she called, but there was no response.

By instinct, Luo suddenly woke up. Looking around, I'm sitting in a car. Besides her, there are three men in the car, but there is no mother.

"Mom!" Fear made her voice almost scream.

Yan Minghai, who was sitting in the front seat, turned around and said politely and humbly, "Miss, you are awake." Then he gave a letter to Luo. "This is from your wife."

Luo hurriedly unfolded the paper. It's really mom's handwriting. Mom actually said in the letter that she couldn't bear to let her suffer any more. Luo is actually her biological father. She can go to Jinling with Yan's adjutant to make friends with him. From then on, she is the master here, with endless wealth and happiness. ...

Mother's handwriting was wet and blurred in front of her eyes, and a big tear fell on the stationery. Where are you going? Suddenly, he cut a blood hole in his heart, sharper than any sharp knife in the world. Don't! Don't! Luo shook his head in despair and cried, "Let me go, I'm going to find my mother!" "

Seeing that the driver ignored him, Luo grabbed the door handle. Before the car door was opened, the teenager sitting next to him reached out and grabbed his seat.

The teenager's fingers are slender and white, but they are full of strength, so that she can't break free no matter how she struggles.

Great sadness condensed into a nameless anger, regardless of cause and effect, she bit her hand hard. ...

A smell of blood immediately doused her madness.

Startled, she looked up, the hand still on her arm, motionless. However, the young man's face is still cold and indifferent, and his eyes, watching his own blood oozing from the back of his hand, are now bleak in winter, vaguely watching a cold plum break through the snow.

After seeing Luo with a face of tears and consternation, Nanchen's eyes showed disdain and a touch of pity. Don't overdo it, he looked out of the window, and the wheels ran over the road and raised dust, which made the displaced refugees more embarrassed and embarrassed.

An elderly lady was holding her infant grandson, as if she had lost her luggage or been separated from her relatives. I sat down on the side of the road, touching my eyes and begging.

Nantian Ming Dow: "Look at them. You are lucky enough. "

Luo a son. At this time, adjutant Yan handed over a packet of biscuits: "Miss, fill your stomach first."

She immediately said to the boy, "Open the window."

When Nan rolled down the window, Luo leaned up and threw biscuits at the old woman on the side of the road. But the old woman was left far behind by the car, and the biscuits were taken away by other refugees before they landed.

There was a sneer at the corner of South Tian Ming's mouth: "Who can a pack of biscuits save?"

"You ..." Since I was a child, I have been in contact with the faithful people in the temple. Luo had never seen such a heartless person, so he couldn't help refuting. "A pack of biscuits is nothing. However, it is better than nothing! "

Nan was too lazy to dispute with the little girl and didn't speak again, letting her body sink deeply into the back of the chair and looking out the window at the world of mortals in troubled times. This is a very lazy posture, but her eyes are gradually heavy with sadness.

Luo curled up in the back seat with tears, but no one noticed her sadness. The sudden pain of leaving my mother made my heart twitch and my body trembled.

Gunfire first came from the east of the city, and then even the sound of the south of the city doubled. Then the guns in the northeast rumbled and the guns in the south of the city became denser. Flames were blazing outside the city. The fleeing crowd was more chaotic, with noise and crying mixed together. A British reconnaissance plane roared overhead, and the refugees immediately became a mess like a punctured hornet's nest.

The car turned into a country road. A man covered in blood stumbled out of the ground, carrying a big knife on his back, and the white blade was dyed red with blood. He looks like a soldier who broke through. The soldier ran a few steps and fell in the middle of the road. The road is very narrow, so the driver hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether to stop or go straight. Nantian Ming Dow said, "Stop the car." Nan Tian Ming jumped out of the car and helped the wounded soldier to the back seat. "Water ... water ..." The wounded soldier mumbled something. South Tian Ming gave him some saliva. When the wounded soldier recovered, Nantian asked, "From Nanyuan Barracks?" Hearing this sentence, Luo's heart suddenly tightened, remembering that Brother Dongfeng had said that he had joined a military training regiment in Nanyuan Barracks. The soldier nodded his head. Nantianming asked again, "What's it like over there?" "We are between Scylla and Charybdis, and there are too many enemies. We rushed out of a class and left me. "

At this time, two bombers flew over the sky. Yan Minghai told the driver: "I want to hide."

Drive the car into the field and hide. Several people got off the bus and walked into the farmers on the edge of the village. As soon as I entered the door, I saw several people in military uniforms standing in the yard, disheveled and flustered. Obviously, they were also officers and men who had just broken through.

"Brother Dongfeng!" Luo suddenly rushed over, grabbed a man covered in blood and burst into tears.

Qu Dongfeng didn't expect to meet called here, and he hugged her excitedly.

"Brother Dongfeng ... Does it hurt?" Luo cried and touched the military uniform of Qu Dongfeng, and his hands were immediately covered with blood.