39. Republic of China (3)

"Dean."

"Hello, Dean."

After seeing off the medical soldiers, Duan Qingen returned by himself. Along the way, the doctors and nurses in the hospital would greet him.

He didn't hesitate to respond when there were many people, but was very patient, nodded and smiled gently.

One doctor said in an admiring tone: "The director is really amazing. He can perform this operation even when the patient is awake."

Those are not the limbs, but the position close to the heart.

"I heard that the dean returned from studying abroad before, so it's normal for him to be better than us." Another doctor added.

Now that the country is facing a powerful enemy, China has long lost its original attitude of "Our own products are the best, and all you foreign barbarians are rubbish."

"No, Western medicine is better. Wherever Chinese medicine is, it's all feudal dross."

The two of them blew rainbow farts to Duan Qingen, but they didn't notice that the dean in the white coat in front of them frowned slightly, but even though he frowned, his tone was still very gentle.

"It cannot be said that Chinese medicine has been spread for so many years from ancient times to the present, and there are so many books on it, which proves that it is still useful. Compared with Western medicine, it just has its own strengths."

Since the country's gate was breached, the pride of the Chinese people has been trampled into the mud, and the glory of the country has long since disappeared.

Everyone yearns for foreign things, foreign cars, and foreign paintings. Under such circumstances, Western medicine would like to be praised to the sky. On the contrary, things native to China are despised, such as traditional Chinese medicine.

When Duan Qing'en first established the military hospital, he did not recruit traditional Chinese medicine doctors because he mainly treated injured soldiers and focused on quick stitches so that the soldiers could recover and return to the battlefield. Some people also look down on Chinese medicine.

At least the school he graduated from has many talented Chinese medicine practitioners who don't hide anything and teach everything they have learned throughout their lives.

"The elder is a master of traditional Chinese medicine. I was fortunate enough to study under him for a period of time. His medical skills are indeed superb. Even some foreigners would seek his reputation to seek medical treatment from him."

The two doctors who failed to flatter but instead caught the horse's hooves looked sarcastic, "Sorry, resident, we also met some patients who were misdiagnosed by quack doctors, and that's why we have prejudices against Chinese medicine."

Duan Qing'en smiled, not seeming to mind, "It's okay, I also know that you are doing it for the benefit of the patients. In fact, there are many quacks in Chinese and Western medicine, but Chinese medicine is our own after all. If everyone now dislikes Chinese medicine , No one believes in Chinese medicine, so naturally there will be fewer people studying Chinese medicine. In the past few hundred years, if some people pretend to be Chinese medicine, there will be no real doctors to clarify it. "

"What's more, no matter how good Western medicine is, it belongs to other people. Traditional Chinese medicine belongs to our own country. If the inheritance is stopped in our generation, in future generations, maybe our country will not have much of our own, so it can still be called It’s sad.”

The two doctors thought deeply for a few seconds.

This is indeed the case. There are still many masters of traditional Chinese medicine today, but if everyone in the future learns Western medicine and abandons traditional Chinese medicine, the inheritance will be lost for generations. Even if there are people who practice quack medicine under the banner of traditional Chinese medicine in the future, the real If Chinese medicine is not there, then people in later generations will think that the real Chinese medicine is like that.

People who can study medicine naturally have education. Duan Qingen said it right, and the two of them thanked him, "Thank you, Dean, for your guidance. We have learned a lesson today."

During the Republic of China, most people still continued the various etiquette passed down from the previous generation. They all had their own way of saluting when acquaintances met, strangers met, teachers and students met, and father and son met. Because there was no longer an emperor, these salutes There is no one to restrain it, it is just a habit buried deep in the bones.

Young people like Duan Qing'en, who grew up with Western education, mostly reject these etiquettes. This is also a trend nowadays. It is not that they are rude, but they just want to show that the era of emperors has passed and now is a new era.

If they want to save this country, they must first abandon the rotten state it once was.

But Duan Qingen did not feel unhappy because of these etiquettes. He just returned the salute according to the standard posture, and then said goodbye to the two of them.

Duan Qingen is very busy.

His factories were built one after another, and each one began to make profits. Unlike those factories that mainly made money from the people, Duan Qingen's factory had determined its sales channels from the beginning.

battlefield.

A quilt that is just enough to cover a soldier and is easy to carry.

The portion looks very small but is enough to feed one person seven days of compressed food.

There are also plasters that can inhibit frostbite.

These are all destined for the battlefield. He can't change the war, but he can try to make the soldiers on the battlefield feel better.

At least let them not be too cold to eat when they are working hard for the country, and occasionally feel a little sweet.

The rickshaw pulled him to the front of the factory. Duan Qingen got out of the car and said, "Uncle Wang, I want to stay here longer. You can probably find me inside during dinner time in the evening."

Uncle Wang is his personal rickshaw driver. During this period, Duan Qingen doesn't need his time. He can go find a teahouse to sit for a while, or go to sleep for a while.

Uncle Wang is very grateful for this.

It's not like he has never seen other people's coachmen. Even if the owner has to stay in one place for a day and doesn't need them, they still have to wait in the cold wind and scorching sun so that the owner can take the car back as soon as possible after finishing the work. .

Uncle Wang is a clumsy person who doesn't know how to say nice words of flattery. He just smiles naively and says, "Hey!"

When he saw Duan Qingen, who had taken off his white coat and dressed in Western clothes, entered the door, he pulled the car and turned around to leave, intending to find a teahouse to have tea and warm up.

Here, Duan Qingen entered the factory, and the young workers who were working all smiled when they saw him.

"Teacher Duan."

"Teacher, you are here."

They are all still young and have immature faces, but each of them is very skilled at their work.

In future generations, letting these thirteen- or fourteen-year-old children work would be child labor, which is illegal and should be laughed at.

But in today's world, no one would say anything bad about Duan Qing'en.

After all, everyone knows that his factory has always been good to the workers. They only work nine hours a day, have three meals a day, and are generous with their money.

Although Duan Qingen made it clear from the beginning that the factory only recruits children from their orphanage, there are always people who reluctantly come to the door every day to ask whether their children or themselves can work.

"Brother, you are here."

Duan Qingxiu came dressed in neat men's clothing. If it weren't for the whip tied on his head and his delicate facial features, his behavior would look exactly like that of a man.

She didn't say much nonsense. She walked over and said directly: "The research on new drugs is almost done. Do you want to go to the back and have a look?"

After saying that, she glanced at the children around her with a smile on her face: "These children really like you. Every time you come, they are as happy as if you were celebrating the New Year."

Duan Qingen smiled and said, "Children are the most grateful. They are grateful to me and naturally happy to see me."

He walked back with his sister, and as he walked, he suddenly noticed the men's clothes on Duan Qingxiu, and asked a little strangely: "Why are you dressed like this?"

"Women's clothes are all skirts, or they are cheongsams, or they are too thick and heavy to wear for work, so I bought men's clothes to wear."

Duan Qingxiu said, pulling on the clothes on his body, "How about it, am I okay with what I'm wearing?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Duan Qing'en looked at his sister who was more heroic than a man, and recalled her previous appearance as a weak and educated little princess, and said hesitantly: "If you are like this, you will be better when you come back from the Wenbo No objection?”

"He won't."

Duan Qingxiu wrinkled her little nose, and now her face had the confidence of being pampered, "Brother, don't you know that we have correspondence? He knows that I am like this, and he encourages me, saying that I am doing the right thing, and women are not as good as Men are bad."

"Then I'll be relieved."

Duan Qingen smiled.

Speaking of which, Duan Qingxiu, his sister, brought him the biggest surprise.

Before Xue Wenbo went to the battlefield, she was still a little girl wearing luxurious clothes and being pampered and pampered by her family. Her biggest worries every day were what clothes to wear to the party tomorrow so that she would look stunning, and where to go shopping to buy the jewelry she liked. .

Her mother loves her, her brother dotes on her, and her husband is obedient. It can be said that she has no regrets at all and does not need to change.

But after learning that Xue Wenbo was going to abandon his civil service and join the military in order to defend his country and his brother began to build factories to provide supplies to the soldiers on the battlefield, this pampered little princess decided to change herself.

She is undoubtedly a bit naive, because she grew up abroad and has read many love books. She believes that she and Xue Wenbo are in love attracted by their souls.

Therefore, when Xue Wenbo wanted to change his soul, Duan Qingxiu was also willing to change herself to accommodate him.

He was defending his homeland from the front, and she was his backing behind.

Because the factory had to transport supplies to the battlefield every week, Duan Qingen brought letters for official and personal use. Some were written by him to Xue Wenbo, and some were written by Duan Qingxiu to her husband.

Xue Wenbo would share little things on the battlefield with his wife. He was a caring husband. He would never say that I dodged a bullet today or that my comrades unfortunately died. Instead, he would work hard in life. Find some interesting things to share.

For example, he once sent a letter back. Duan Qingxiu showed it to Duan Qingen very shyly and happily. If translated in vernacular, it would probably be like this:

[My dear wife, how are you? I miss you all the time, miss your voice, and miss the way you talk to me, but I can't go back now. I have to stay here to fight, but it doesn't matter. One of my comrades has learned painting. In his free time, He will teach me to draw. I believe that sooner or later I will be able to draw what you look like.

In addition to this comrade who can draw, my comrades also have many powerful people who I admire. One of them has returned from studying abroad. This reminds me of my uncle, your brother, they all He is equally gentle and easy to talk to. Normally, this comrade would teach us foreign languages. I learned them quickly and was even praised by him.

There is also a comrade who can play the piano, but there is no way to learn this on the battlefield, but it doesn't matter. I have memorized the method of learning the piano. For example, now I know how to play the piano. When the war is over, Maybe we can learn together.

After saying so much, I feel a little emotional. If you think about it carefully, people can only live for a few decades in this life. Since we can live for a few decades, whether we live in mediocrity or work hard, why not learn more and enrich ourselves while we are alive? You may feel very tired and uncomfortable when learning, but when you have learned it and can use this skill proficiently, the satisfaction in your heart is indescribable.

Of course, although I have said so much, I actually have reasons for learning these. I want to learn painting, and draw your beautiful face by the lake. I want to learn foreign languages, so that when the war is over, I can be your mouth when we travel abroad together. I want to learn piano. I heard from my comrades that there is a kind of piano called four-hand piano. In the future, I long to sit with you and play a beautiful music together. Just thinking about this picture makes me feel very beautiful. My beloved wife, please be patient without me. When the war is over, we can grow old together. I will send you a bouquet of flowers every day, just like when we were young. For our beautiful future, please wait patiently for me to come back.

Your loving husband.

xxxx x month xx day]

The letter had three pages in total, two of which were Xue Wenbo using various words to imagine how wonderful his and Duan Qingxiu's future life would be, and how much he loved Duan Qingxiu.

It has to be said that many people in later generations think that the Republic of China is too old-fashioned.

If the progressive youth of this era want to express their love, it is too easy.

They use seemingly very obscure words to describe their love.

When Duan Qingxiu and Xue Wenbo were in love, they once asked Duan Qingen for advice on how to write love letters. Duan Qingen, who was single, could not give any useful advice and could only watch Xue Wenbo write down [You are my hand, my heart, my whole life] and other remarks.

He was not being glib, he really believed it.

This may be a unique feature of this era. Anyway, whether it is placed in ancient times or later generations, this type of love letter has never appeared again.

The reason why Duan Qingxiu showed her brother the letter her husband wrote to her was because she realized her husband's transformation after reading the letter.

As a progressive youth, Duan Qingxiu immediately decided to change herself.

She bought a piano, started taking piano lessons, learned painting, and learned the language of the country that Xue Wenbo spoke.

Afterwards, she felt that this was not enough. Her husband was so ideologically conscious and went to the front. Although she could not go to the front because of her physical strength, she could do something else.

For example, go to Duan Qingen's factory to work.

When she proposed this idea to her brother, the young lady of the Duan family had a simple request. She wanted to be an excellent factory worker.

God knows how Duan Qingen felt when he saw his tender sister wearing a puffy skirt and asked him to be a worker.

In the end, Duan Qingxiu did not become a worker, but took over the factory that produced medicines at the suggestion of Duan Qingen.

After all, she had been abroad and had a heart that wanted to learn. Duan Qingen gave her a lot of books, and Duan Qingxiu obediently listened to her brother and read books.

And the researchers in the factory can all be called her teachers. She is willing to learn. In the long run, she may not be unable to become a researcher.

Duan Qingxiu was still saying, "I wrote a letter to Wenbo and asked him if I wanted to cut my hair short. What do you think? He agreed very much and said that I had such an idea. It's good."

As she said that, she smiled shyly again.

Even though she was wearing men's clothes and looked very strict in the eyes of many workers, Duan Qingxiu was still the little girl who would be happy and shy because of a compliment from her husband.

Duan Qingen nodded, "It's good to want to cut your hair short, and it's more convenient."

Because her husband and brother had no objection, Duan Qingxiu was completely determined and decided to cut her long hair after get off work today.

The brother and sister went to the back together. This place was completely different from the busy factory. It was fully equipped with facilities, an environment that focused on disinfection, and researchers wearing white coats and glasses walked around.

Most of these researchers were very busy, and they just nodded and left in a hurry when they saw them.

Duan Qingen followed Duan Qingxiu all the way to the back.

There were many tall and strong people standing there, similar to the role of bodyguards and gatekeepers. When they saw them, they silently let them go.

As soon as the door was opened, the researchers who heard the sound subconsciously looked up and saw Duan Qingen, and immediately showed an ecstatic smile on their faces, "Dean, we have researched it!!"

"So fast?!"

Duan Qingen took a few steps forward, with a happy face, looking at the results developed by many people together.

"Quickly put into production?"

The old man with white hair had joy in his eyes, and his body was trembling slightly because of the intense excitement. He excitedly said: "As long as we have it, we can treat many diseases, and we can also send it to the battlefield. How many people can this save!!!"

The reason why he came to Duan Qingen's factory was because he saw that he was continuously producing some things to support the front line.

According to the current scale of Duan Qingen's factory, even if he did not produce those war supplies, he could still make money, or even more.

Therefore, after knowing that Duan Qingen planned to develop some drugs for the wounded, he came.

Now, he knows that he has come to the right place.

"Experiments have been done on mice, but human experiments still need to be done."

Duan Qingen looked at it without being distracted by the joy, "These are all going to be sent to the battlefield for the wounded. There must be no accidents. They must be foolproof."

"Human experiments?"

Duan Qingxiu, who was standing by, had a hesitant look on his face. Duan Qingen could see through what his sister was thinking at a glance, and reached out to gently nod her head.

"What are you thinking about? What I mean is to spread the efficacy of this drug, tell people what diseases it can treat, and make it clear that it has just been developed and is not stable yet. I invite sick people to come and test the drug voluntarily. We A certain reward will be given.”

The joy in the old man's eyes did not change, and he nodded in agreement, "That's how it should be, that's how it should be."

He asked Duan Qingen, "You proposed this, and it's up to you to name it. Give it a name."

Duan Qingen: "Penicillin."

"Just call it penicillin."

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"Have you heard? The Duan family seems to have developed some medicine that can cure pneumonia. Didn't your family have pneumonia? Why don't you try it? It doesn't cost any money, and if someone is willing to try the medicine, you can still get it. money."

"Hey, Lao Liu, do you want to try it? I heard on the street today..."

"This child is young and is our only Miaomiao. What will we do if he dies? Just listen to me. Treat a dead horse as a living horse. Take the child and go there to try. If it is really cured, It’s over…”

In the streets and alleys, everyone was discussing penicillin.

In front of a bombed-out school, which was now just a mess of bricks and tiles, there was a boy who looked ten years old, hugging the child tightly in his arms and looking warily at his parents opposite.

"Yaya can't be cured anyway, so just let them take her to try. If the weaving is done, you can get money and food."

The boy hugged his sister tighter and answered almost sharply: "Do you want to throw her away again? When Yaya wasn't sick, you just sold her. Now that she's sick, you're selling her." It’s crazy to think of throwing her away, but the devil will believe that you really want to cure her.”

"Why don't you kid listen to me?"

His mother wiped the tears from her face and said, "Didn't Mom explain it? Our family has no food anyway. Instead of starving to death together with the whole family, it is better to sell Yaya, and at least we can get some food back. She can also have enough food at the master's house. Your brothers and sisters are so young, can you bear to let them all starve to death? "

"Then why do you have to sell Yaya? Why don't you sell me!"

The boy still refused to hand over his sister: "If I hadn't come back early last time and found out that you were going to lose her, Yaya would have been dead by now!!"

"She is sick and will die sooner or later. She will only suffer if she stays at home."

His father replied dully. Suffering caused his head to be covered with white hair at a young age, and the wrinkles between his eyebrows could kill flies. He looked more like five years old than thirty years old. More than ten.

Facing his son who was wary of them, he was not angry, but patiently reasoned: "If you really feel sorry for your sister, give her to us and let us take her to the military hospital for injections. Even if you deduct it this time, If you don't let her try the medicine, she will still die."

"Yes, the doctor has said that this disease cannot be cured. It is better to give it a try. If it is cured, Yaya's disease will be cured and we will have food at home. If it cannot be cured, we can still get some food. ”

No matter what his parents said, their eldest son refused to agree. He was obviously very upset about the last time his sister was secretly thrown away.

"How can there be such a good thing? Treating people for free, not to mention giving money and food."

As soon as he finished speaking, the girl in his arms coughed slightly. It could be heard from the coughing sound that she was so weak that she didn't even have the strength to cough.

"elder brother……"

The dizzy girl moved uncomfortably, "Yaya feels uncomfortable..."

The boy was only ten years old. It was already difficult to hold a child. When she moved like this, he could barely hold her. He quickly sat down on the bricks with his eyes full of bloodshot eyes and tears: " Principal Ma said there is no such thing as a free lunch, I don’t believe it!”

After he said this, there were more tears in his eyes, but the master forcibly suppressed them in his eyes and did not shed them.

The boy leaned against the bricks behind him, as if leaning on someone who could protect them, "I don't believe you, I don't believe it!"

As they were confronting each other, a rickshaw passed by. The people in the car noticed the situation and called for a stop.

The rickshaw stopped and a man got out.

He is wearing a shirt on his upper body and Western trousers on his lower body. Even though these clothes are not very tight, you can still see that he has a slender figure, with wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. The aesthetics of people in this era have not yet been formed, but we only know that he is very He has a good temperament and looks like a well-educated young man from a wealthy family.

As soon as they saw the eldest young man who was different from them come down, both the boy who was biting and refusing to let go, and their parents subconsciously closed their mouths and stopped talking.

Duan Qingen didn't say much, but stretched out his hand to the boy with a clear purpose, "Can you let me see this child? I am a doctor."

The boy's wolf-like eyes scanned Duan Qing'en up and down with vigilance and caution. Maybe it was his gentle temperament that made him relax his vigilance, or maybe he felt that there was nothing in him and his sister that this young master could plot. In the end, he still He stiffened his arms and exposed the sister he had been protecting.

After seeing Duan Qingen open the box he brought with him, which was filled with expensive medical equipment, he relaxed, his eyes filled with anxiety, and he quickly compared his sister's symptoms and the previous treatment given by the doctor. After the diagnosis was made clear, he looked eagerly at Duan Qingen, who was treating his sister, with a hint of crying in his voice: "Doctor, can my sister be cured?"

"She had always been very energetic before. Although she had a fever, she could still work. It was just in the past few days that she suddenly became like this after being hungry for two days."

He could be tough with his parents before, but he subconsciously begged the person in front of him who could possibly save his sister's life.

It's not that the weak is fighting the strong, it's just that during this period, he was too uncomfortable.

First, his sister was about to be sold to someone else, but he finally stopped her. He also used the food he had worked for to get his parents to give up the idea.

If he hadn't studied and learned about etiquette, he might not have thought of selling his sister without food. But if he had studied, he would have learned about etiquette.

He knew this was wrong and knew where his sister would be sold.

That day, when he saw that the people brought back by his parents were going to take his sister away, he understood.

This person did not buy his sister to be a maid, but to become a woman.

She is only five years old, a little one.

This is not a question of dignity, but a question of survival.

After finally stopping it, he worked around every day and took the money back home, hoping that he could keep his sister.

Finally, the parents relented and stopped talking about selling their sister.

But she is sick.

He used the money he had saved to beg doctors to treat her, but every doctor who treated her shook his head and said that the treatment was incurable and that she would only have a few months to live at most.

He is unwilling to give in. His sister is so good. Even if she is sick, she will do things obediently. with tears.

When there wasn't enough food, her stomach kept rumbling with hunger, but she still whispered to him obediently: "Brother, eat... I'm not hungry."

Compared with other children in the family, the two of them have a better relationship because they were given to Principal Ma by their parents who could not afford to raise them when they were young. Principal Ma is a very kind person and established a primary school to teach children free knowledge and know their brothers and sisters. Because they couldn't afford to raise them and were about to be thrown away, Principal Ma kept them by his side, named them, and taught them how to read. After the principal died, their parents brought them back.

Because they did not grow up with their parents, they will inevitably suffer some neglect. It is good for him to go out to work and make money because he is old, but it is not good for his sister who is young and is a girl. Even if he tries hard to protect her, his parents He would still abandon her as soon as possible.

He has long distrusted them.

The boy thought of this and leaned against the bricks with some reliance.

If the principal is here, he will definitely be able to protect them.

But he is no longer here.

Therefore, he has to protect his sister by himself!

Duan Qingen looked away from the little girl and looked at the boy in front of him, "Do you know the military hospital?"

The boy's eyes suddenly became wary again, "I don't know, please give Yaya back to me!!"

Obviously, he regarded Duan Qingen as being on the same side as his parents.

Duan Qingen did not dodge his outstretched hand, but cooperated very cooperatively to put the little girl into the boy's arms. She watched him hug her sister with his thin arms, and then continued: "I know you think God There is no such thing as pie-in-the-sky, but the purpose of injecting medicines into people for free in military hospitals is to test medicines. We have never concealed this fact. Your sister’s situation will not survive the day after tomorrow at most. If you agree to take her for injections, she will There is a half chance that she will survive. If you don't take her, she won't even have half a chance. Judging from what you just said, you should have read a book, so you should know what to choose. "

There was a look of pain in the boy's eyes, and the tears he had been holding back fell to the ground.

He suddenly knelt on the ground, put his sister aside gently, walked to Duan Qingen on his knees, and kowtowed to him.

"Sir, I know you are a good doctor. Please save my sister. She is only five years old. She is very well-behaved. Please, sir..."

"Her name is Zhang Ruiwang, which means auspicious snow heralds a good harvest and hopes for a prosperous country. Her name was given by the principal. The principal said she would be very good and she could not die. She was very smart. I taught her to read and she She learns quickly. In the future, she will definitely be a teacher or a principal..."

Duan Qingen looked at the child who collapsed in an instant, and then looked at the person standing next to him.

It was a very old man with white hair, blood stains on his body, and blood dripping from his shoulder.

He was very angry at the scene in front of him and shouted angrily at Duan Qingen: "Don't bully my students!!"

"You people!! You don't even spare children, you will be punished, you will be punished!!"

His thoughts were obviously very confused. After yelling at Duan Qing'en over and over again, he raised his hand to hit him. After his hand passed through the young man's body, he turned around again and looked at the boy's face with love and distress.

"Don't cry, don't cry Ruixi, run quickly, run with your sister, find a place to hide, hide well, I am here."

"Ruixi, good boy, don't cry. I told you, men don't shed tears when they save blood. Crying will only make the enemy think that we are weak and can be bullied. It doesn't matter if the school is gone. As long as you are still alive, we have nothing to lose. Come on." Run, I'll stop them."

Duan Qingen looked at the old man who was comforting the boy, turned to look at the rickshaw, "Uncle Wang, take these two children to the military hospital."

The two children were taken away. Their parents looked at Duan Qingen for a while. After all, they were still thinking about the money they could get from testing the medicine, and hurriedly chased the rickshaw.

In front of this bombed-out school, only Duan Qingen was left.

He looked at the old man. He should have died unconsciously. His long-term wandering state made him a little confused. When he saw the boy and his sister running away, he stood there and watched them, his face relaxed, and his mouth He murmured: "Yes, that's it. Run quickly, as long as you survive."

A teenage boy who was scavenging passed by with a look of shock on his face. He quickly ran forward and stood in front of the child: "Don't go there!! The devils are killing people in front. They kill people on sight. Hurry up." Run, they are going to drop bombs!”

The child couldn't see him and continued walking forward as if nothing had happened. The old man became anxious and desperately stepped forward to stop him, but was trapped in place and unable to move, so he could only stamp his feet anxiously.

"Don't go there!!! The devils are ahead and will kill you!!!"

"Don't you know me? I'm Principal Ma. I'm your principal. Why don't you listen to me and don't go there -"

This sentence is simply heartbreaking.

The old man knelt on the ground, grabbing the child with his hands, and burst into tears: "Don't, don't kill my students, they are all children, they don't understand anything, don't kill my students... beasts!! ! You are all beasts!"

"Don't kill... don't kill... they are still young, they have just learned to read, they are children, come and kill me!! Kill me!!"

Duan Qingen closed his eyes, squatted in front of the old man, and slowly helped him up.

"Principal Ma."

The old man stood up in confusion. The moment he was touched by Duan Qingen, his hazy thoughts felt as if someone helped him clear away the fog, allowing him to face the world soberly.

He opened his eyes and saw the ruins of the place where the school should have been.

Yes, he is dead.

The Japanese entered the city and killed everyone they saw. They also entered their school and wanted to kill their students.

How could he let them kill his students.

Those are all little babies, well-behaved, sensible, and hard-working.

He tried his best to stop him. He hugged a Japanese soldier's leg and tried his best to stop him.

After that, his head hurt and he lost consciousness.

Principal Ma touched his head, as if he felt a big, empty hole there.

He turned around and looked at Duan Qingen, "I'm dead."

"Yes, you are dead."

"Shall I show you your future school?"

Duan Qingen stepped forward, gently held his hand, and led him closer to a circle of light.

There, a classroom was revealed. The teacher was standing on it, writing questions. The students below were wearing uniforms and had fair faces, looking up at the blackboard.

The soothing bell rang. The young teacher standing on the podium turned around, packed up his textbooks, and said:

"Okay, get out of class is over. The PE teacher is sick in the next class. Please switch to my class. Remember not to go to the playground. In the next class, we will talk about the papers from the last test. The class representative will come up and hand out the papers."

A student shouted:

"stand up!"

The students in the entire classroom stood up suddenly, and their young voices were crisp and neat:

"Goodbye, teacher——"

These sounds seemed to be accompanied by infinite hope and fell into his ears, making him feel that the child's voice was the best and most reassuring sound in the world.

Among the countless flowers, the door slowly opened. The old man stood in front of the door. As he walked in, he looked at the children and showed a loving smile.

Even if these children are not his students, he is willing to love and protect them.

He responded to them with a satisfied smile:

"Good boy."

"Goodbye, and you guys too."

The author has something to say: I am simply too diligent and have nothing, nine thousand six

Some random little angels send red envelopes, good night, chirp!