Li Ran and Zhang Min finally returned from the other side of the river. Just now, the sparks from their eyes met for a short while, still burning in each other's hearts, warm and surging.

The wise Xiao Wei saw the subtle details between them. In order not to hinder their communication, Li Ran felt embarrassed because the shoes broke and ran home.

However, they are all experienced young people. Even if they know what the other person thinks, they still think it's better to pretend they don't know, and it is more convenient for everyone to get along.

The most complicated mood is Zhang Min. Although he has lived a standard single life in the past two or three years, after all, there is an inconsistent wife hanging high on the legal register. Expressing emotions not only disrespects Li Ran, but also a blasphemy of feelings.

Zhang Min intentionally set aside the tenderness in her heart. "I did not expect Jinnan to have such a good place. In the previous assumptions, Jinnan was full of loess and barren hills. My grandfather often told us the story of Nakajoyama, but unfortunately at that time he was young and not too old Sensible, some words are not carefully tasted. "

Li Ran returned to normal sooner than Zhang Min. She felt that the relationship with him was like the clouds in the sky. "Oh, I was by the Yellow River last time. I heard that you were interested in the Battle of Zhongtiao Mountain. Why? That was a battle that ended with the defeat of the Chinese soldiers."

"Yes, it was the memories of that generation of soldiers who couldn't bear to look back, which made Grandpa's life uncomfortable. My hometown was in the Nakajo Mountains according to his elderly people, and he talked to me the most when he was a child in the jungles of Nakajo Mountains and Japan. The story of people fighting. Unfortunately, at that time, the Central Army's pace was different, the upper-level officers were weak in command, and the forces could not cooperate effectively. "

"What stories are you telling me?" Li Ran was interested.

Once, a company led by my grandfather met more than 200 people in the dense forest on the south foot of Zhongtiao Mountain with the Japanese army. The battle was fought late at night, and they lost contact with the army. The Japanese fire was extremely fierce and their weapons were much better. Later his men were completely broken up. And was wiped out one by one. He was wounded in a fierce battle. Fainted in the bushes, when he woke up, he knew his troops were almost overwhelmed. In the thick bushes, he saw the Japanese holding submachine guns, many with flashlights in their hands, driving some of his subordinates out of the cave and stringing them away with ropes. Do you believe it, he later said that he found a six- or seven-year-old child in the captives ... "

"Child?" Li Ran was surprised. "Is there such a coincidence in the world?"

"Oh, what? What happened to you?" Zhang Min wondered.

Li Ran told the story of her father. "When I was a kid, I loved listening to my dad telling stories. Once he couldn't find a new story, he told me a personal experience when he was a kid:

That year, when he was six or seven years old, it should be 41 years. One day, he was playing near a small river outside the village, and suddenly he heard gunfire in the woods not far away. Fighting with the Japanese. He was worried that the Japanese would hit the village immediately, so he didn't dare to go home, and ran alone along the river beside us. On the way, he saw many dead soldiers; guns were thrown everywhere. I don't know how long he ran, he finally couldn't hear the sound of gunfire, and felt very tired. Sit on a big rock by the river.

Only then did he find that the shadowless ghosts of the surrounding forest were as secretive as possible, and fear drowned him again. Just when he was lost, he faintly listened to someone in the forest. Listening carefully, I could understand a little, so I knew it was the Central Army and the army of his own country, so he climbed up boldly.

There is a relatively flat open field in the middle of the mountain. The soldiers cut off some bushes near them and settled the wounded. The wounded were groaning in pain, and the tragic cry made people chilling.

Open to the ground next to a cliff with a cave at the bottom.

Several soldiers were grilling a piece of meat to eat, and the smell of the barbecue was inexhaustible from the smoky flames, irritating his father's stomach-he had not eaten for a day. His appetite made him bold, and he walked down to one of the soldiers who carried meat with a wooden stick and sat down, looking timidly at the piece of roasted black incense.

The soldier glanced in surprise at the child who seemed to fall from the sky, and saw his longing eyes.

'What is your name? 'The big soldier who picked the meat asked him. The accent is local.

The father did not answer. The soldier didn't care if he answered or did not answer, and dragged a piece of dark stuff from the barbecue in his hand and gave it to the child.

Some soldiers who just finished the battle, eating and drinking in their mouths, scolded the Japanese with swear words. They were all very tired and frustrated. The most pitiful were the wounded soldiers, they called in pain, and no one asked.

The meat in his father's hands had not been eaten, and suddenly, there were gunfire around. Several soldiers around screamed and fell in a pool of blood. Many soldiers no longer wanted to find a gun, and fled to the cave under the cliff. The big soldier who had just given his father a piece of meat seemed to be unable to return to the sky. When he was in a hurry, he pulled up his father and ran to the cave.

Soon, the Japanese surrounded the opening and fired a machine gun at it. The big soldier guarded the strange child with his body. His broad shoulders blocked the rain-like bullets. The child on his chest clearly felt that his body was shaken by external forces many times, and a stream of hot and smelly liquid rushed from his body Out, the splattered father was all over him, and a pair of powerful arms around him became stiff, but he persisted until the crazy sweep stopped, and then stiffened.

My father said that he wanted to see the soldier's appearance, but everything was futile. But he clearly felt the warmth of the hands holding his own. When he woke up from the horror of panic, everyone around him had fallen. A bullet hit his father's foot and it hurt him to survive. He instinctively avoided, and suddenly, his hand was empty.

It turned out that there was a hole in the cave, and he immediately touched it, and there was a panic in it. It was from this turmoil that he realized that there were still more people here.

My father heard a Japanese yelling at the inside with a loudspeaker, and the barking stopped. The lights of several flashlights came in. Those soldiers who were not killed were brutally forced by the gun with a trowel. Go out.

A Japanese found a shivering child hiding in the corner, grabbed his arm, and pulled him out. The horrible torches and flashlights of the ghost fire outside illuminated the dark night of the forest.

The Japanese tied the soldiers searched out of the cave with a rope, forcing them to go in one direction. The father was tied at the end of a bunch of people. Because his bleeding feet were so painful that he couldn't walk, the Japanese who caught him turned out to be kind and ordered a Central Army captive to carry him away ... "

Speaking of this, Li Ran paused, and Zhang Min, who was so enthusiastic, asked urgently, "What later? Oh? Later?"

Li Ran leaned on a poplar tree by the road and continued her father's story:

"After arriving at the Japanese military barracks, the other captives were taken elsewhere, and his father did not know where they went.

He was not taken away because a Japanese military officer fell in love with this beautiful little boy and wanted his father to be his son.

After the captured soldiers were taken away, his father felt very sad-from the Japanese attitude towards them, he knew that they would not have good results.

One afternoon a few days later, his father accidentally heard the conversation with his subordinates from the mouth of the Japanese officer, who mentioned that all the captured soldiers had been shot.

At that time, my father often missed the big soldier who was protecting himself and was saddened by his death. His broad chest became a memory of his father's life. The father said that it was a kind of painful heartache that he could not forget until he died. Until the twilight years, every time I think of him, my father's heart is still painful.

On a peaceful night, his seven-year-old father alone propped up a kerosene lamp and went to a nearby Japanese warehouse, lighting up military supplies such as cotton and bedding.

When he returned to the room silently, he saw the wolf howling the Japanese people in the courtyard from the window, and his heart bloomed. Decades later, he was still very happy to tell me that experience, 'They searched and checked, but no one doubted me. It's a big uncle out of anger ... '"

Li Ran 's story seemed to be over; Zhang Min was still worried about it, and he could n't wait to ask: "What happened later?"

Li Ran looked at Zhang Min like a child and smiled, "Oh, three years later, the Japanese defeated the battlefield in Jinnan. The Japanese officer brought his ten-year-old father to Taiyuan. Another half a year later, that The Japanese officer was going back to Japan and was going to take his father away. But his father could n't live or die. He kept crying, eating, and sleeping. He had learned to curse people with fluent Japanese. At that time, the officer had no way. I had to send my father back ... "

"And later?"

"Later, he was a young father who helped adults fight with devils, and later, he dedicated his life to the country!"

Zhang Min was still immersed in the rain of gunfire. He wiped a teardrop on his face. "You said just now, that war happened in 41 years?"

"Yes, it should be the summer of 41."

"It was the year that Grandpa said that the Japanese devils invaded Jinnan. That summer, Nakajoyama at night was still very cold. Staying in the forest at night was slightly colder." Zhang Min looked up and asked Li Ran. How low is it? "

"9 to 13 degrees Celsius."

"No wonder! Time, place, and people are so consistent ..."