Chapter 103 The sudden wind and thunder in China, the blood rain in Kyushu did not dare to mourn

"Keep the green hills here, so you don't have to worry about running out of firewood." Everyone started walking down the mountain, but the old uncle deliberately stayed behind to speak out while there were few people around.

He Qinglian is not young anymore, so it goes without saying that he understands this. It was not because he was angry with his master the night before that he sat away from the crowd.

Life and living, survival and remembrance, which is more important and less important need not be said. In He Qinglian's eyes, there is nothing that cannot convince him - nothing is more important than life, but...he obviously escaped a catastrophe, why not?

No longer exists on such an ordinary night?

In a daze, He Qinglian's thoughts went back to last night when she couldn't figure it out. The master took the clothes and put them on himself, and murmured: "Master..."

"Sister, sister, wake up!"

He heard the voice of his little sister. Before he opened his eyes, He Qinglian found that his arms were numb and painful. Looking around, it turned out that he fell asleep while fiddling with the abacus and dreamed about the past.

The bright moon outside the window was bright, and there was still a bit of bitterness on her lips. The trance just now completely faded away, and He Qinglian suddenly realized that five or six years had passed since everything in the dream. The master he was mumbling about was also because of a winter incident two years ago

The disease leaves you...

Over the years, from the beginning when I was accustomed to Hangzhou's bland diet and not accustomed to the heat of Sichuan, to now I have followed the local customs and my local pronunciation has changed a lot. Looking back, He Qinglian can't even count the hardships of these years.

"Mother, mother!"

Several calls brought He Qinglian's thoughts back to reality. He looked at his little sister again, and knew that the latter could not stop the two playful children, so he came into the house and woke him up.

Unfortunately, it was An Xia who was brought into the house instead of An Hua. At this time, she couldn't help complaining that her mother always said she would play with the two of her, but most likely she had no time to fulfill it.

The wooden box was a dowry prepared by the master for He Qinglian. Because of the layer of paint on the surface, the wind and rain along the way a few years ago did not corrode the wooden box. Now it has been restored to its original appearance.

The room is full of old friends...

Speaking of this, An Ji certainly understood that his grandfather's story was not as simple as lulling him to sleep, but also wanted him to make a decision. He couldn't help but said to himself: "What should we do to be worthy of them?"

"Hua'er, Xia'er, you go out first. Mom will accompany you after she's done with her work."

Seeing her mother wake up in a fashion with confused eyes, not paying attention to the needle held loosely in her hand, Ning Anxia felt anxious and her tone was a bit urgent: "Mom, you are not afraid of hurting yourself. Since you are tired, just take care of yourself."

Rest, why bother yourself to sew these things again?"

"You only talk about your sister and me, but you don't think about yourself. Aren't you unwilling to say those troublesome things to your children?"

The memory is that He Qinglian and Ning Shouyun went from an ideal match to finally falling in love and having a pair of children of their own.

On the contrary, Anhua, before the ink stains on his hands were cleaned, ran into his mother's arms, which made He Qinglian helpless for a while: "Anhua, be good, go and study hard, the elder brother shouldn't be a role model... Mom

The things here haven't been finished yet, so don't make trouble with your aunt."

In the past seven years, I haven't received a single word from Ning Shouyun, and I don't even know where Ning Shouyun is. At this moment, Ning Shouyun's life and death seem to have been vaguely concluded in everyone's minds, and there is nothing more

Extravagant hope.

Workers can't survive if they don't do it. Even if they go to death with the mentality of sacrificing themselves and not letting the little Japanese take advantage, there will rarely be times when they are coerced by their family members and they have no choice but to do it.

Although the situation on the battlefield has been reversed, the trampling and exploitation of this land by the great powers in the past ten years cannot be changed in a moment. The people's livelihood is in decline. Where can luxury things like silk and satin come out?

?

So much so that the account books that were once full of accounts had long been filled with all kinds of odd expenses. He Qinglian had to make careful calculations to ensure the livelihood of his family and even the mechanics who came with him.

"Sister!" He Qing'an, who is in his twenties, is still a child under the protection of his sister. Of course, he can't control the child who is at the age when cats and dogs don't want to see him. He still has to end up making troubles.

On He Qinglian.

"Sister!" He Qing'an was a little embarrassed, "Sister, do you really think I'm still a child? Ordinary girls have already become other people's wives at this age... I'm not young anymore, so I can naturally take on the responsibility.

"

"An Xia, go and find your brother. Your aunt and mother have something to talk about." Sisters naturally have a good understanding of each other. He Qing'an didn't even need to look at her, and the sister could guess the former's thoughts. "

I'll talk to your aunt, and then I'll go look for you."

Understanding his little sister's good intentions, He Qinglian just smiled: As an elder sister, she is still alive, so why should it be her turn to support the family? Moreover, when her mother left, she repeatedly told her that a eldest sister is like a mother.

Nothing can break up this family!

Glancing at the still half-open wooden box, and then at the account books and abacus placed on the table, He Qingan lowered his eyebrows and pushed An Xia out silently. He thought he had some private matters to discuss with his sister.

talk.

He walked into the house in twos and twos and put down An Xia in his arms. He Qing'an had never spared his sister.

"Sister, death is like a light going out. Don't be too sad." Since the Ning family's father passed away, the only elder left beside my sister is the old uncle. He Qing'an understands how my sister is feeling now.

"Those little Japanese even took over the industrial plants as their own...and a lot of silver dollars became theirs!"

"Back then, Luo Ke from the machine shop was not only sold in the HZ market, but many of them also flowed into the hands of the rich people in the concession and the wives of high-ranking officials. If it were in our own hands, then Little Japan would have entered the HZ market.

What, it’s not like I didn’t see it!”

"Business is not good during this period, and my sister knows it even without telling me."

"Isn't my sister still a child back then? She took me, who was ignorant at that time, to find the master."

"Just come in. Is there anything else I can hide from you, sister?"

As if obsessed with an old dream or intoxicated by reality, He Qinglian only felt that everything was so blurry. There was no sound of gunfire in his ears, and there was even a tall building built in the distance, which was indeed unprecedented in his memories of that era.

Without waiting for He Qinglian's response, the latter only at this moment, wandered into Taixu again: That half piece of Luo is a regret, but it is also a memory.

"Sister, back then..." Times have made these people who have risen up in hardships become more mature, but in front of their own families, they are still children who have not grown up and can always act like a spoiled brat. "Whenever it comes to important things, my sister can only

I have to bear it myself, where did I tell my little sister?"

He Qinglian's question really scared An Xia. What did her mother dream about? She couldn't recognize herself: "Mom, what's wrong with you? I'm An Xia!"

But even now, He Qing'an still doesn't have a good impression of the Ning family, whether it's because Ning Shouyun has taken away her sister's concern for him, or because Ning Shouyun disappeared not long after her sister's child was born.

——Who knows if he used joining the army as an excuse to find someone else to be his wife?

"Yeah!" The little girl jumped out, vaguely looking like her aunt's carefree child, which made the mother He Qinglian feel nostalgic for a while, and she sighed sadly for the rest of the time.

"My elder sister can do this, but now she looks down on me, my little sister?"

There was a noise outside, and He Qing'an's words suddenly stopped. The two sisters sat and stood, looking at each other in this small and cramped space, and said nothing for a long time.

The box was locked, but there was nothing special inside. In other words, for He Qinglian, this thing was not easy to come by - half a piece of leather lay quietly in it, with a tear mark of nearly five or six inches long.

"Qing'an, please go out first, I'll be quiet for a while..."

He Qinglian already knew what his little sister was going to say to him, so he started joking preemptively, trying to make the hesitation in their hearts laugh away, but he only ended up laughing without hiding his sadness.

"Coupled with these relocations that were carried out purely by manpower... I really can't imagine how they could sustain it at that time."

The factories that remained along the coast and had not been moved inland were destroyed, and the rest were taken over by Little Japan, and the people undoubtedly became enslaved tools.

"Come into the house and don't talk to him." He Qinglian was in a state of confusion because he was thinking about old things. How could he still have the mood to take care of his unreasonable children?

"The more you spoil him, the more he will make trouble. When you come into the room, just don't talk to him. He will be fine in a while..."

Looking back on everything that happened back then, He Qinglian didn't know whether what he did was right or not - the master's machine workshop might not be big, but it really fell into the hands of others and turned into a gun to attack his own people, which was to help the evildoer!

He Qing'an could understand the hesitation in his sister's heart, and looked directly at the latter, hoping to lend strength to her eyes: "My sister did nothing wrong."

"So, what do you think..." Turning his attention to his little sister, He Qinglian had to admit that he had underestimated his little sister's abilities over the years. The little girl who used to cry to herself until her legs went weak has long been replaced by

I can support this family side by side with myself.

Don't look at He Qing'an's distasteful words every day, only saying that An Xia followed his mother, and An Hua looked like their father Ning Shouyun. At this time, he still made it clear that he was his aunt.

"Who are you?"

"Qinglian... our family is sorry for you." Sometimes, separation always comes so suddenly, and Ning Shouyun's father left everyone just like this on an autumn day.

It used to be the mother and aunt who were nagging for fear of saying less, but now the nagging has become the child, but the mother seems not to have listened at all, and she is stunned and unable to calm down.

"Mom, look at how your hands are hurt!"

No matter how bored he was, He Qing'an never really cared about it. He was just afraid that the child would be stolen or deceived by others. Then wouldn't he feel sorry for his sister?

"Sister?" He handed the careless Anhua to the old uncle who could control the naughty child, and then picked up the smart and sensible An Xia. He Qing'an followed the sound and entered the house to find his sister, but he was afraid

When it came to the latter, there was a hint of temptation in his words.

"It was not easy for large factories to relocate at that time, but at least they had support." After listening to what his grandfather said, An Ji sighed, "It is a rare avant-garde consciousness for a small machine shop like this to think about not falling into the hands of Japanese invaders."

Don't look at the fact that An Xia, the younger sister, was born a little later than An Hua, but now she is much more sensible than the latter, a bastard. Seeing that her mother is busy with the accounts, she has no intention of making trouble.

"Sister! Sister, Anhua, Anxia are back!"

"Sister? I'm taking..."

After being away from home for many years, people around him died one after another. The peace that once existed was no longer the same. He Qinglian's heart was full of hesitation. He raised his eyes and saw the locked wooden box beside him. He stood up and walked slowly.

Move to the front of the wooden box.

"Then the machine shop that makes Song brocade was burned down, wasn't it?"

"Anxia, ​​Anxia..."

Before leaving the house, He Qingan's eyes rested on the half-open wooden box on the side: "Sister, there will be a day when I can make up a complete piece for my sister!"

There are old things in the dream, maybe that’s what happens when people get old, their minds are filled with thoughts about the past, so that when talking to children, they always say: ‘I think about those days…’

The two sisters are all for the good of each other. Although they don't mention it in words, no one knows the other's good intentions in their hearts, and they hope to use their cold words to repel each other.
To be continued...