According to the official record, in 1945, before the total victory of the Anti-Japanese War, Ye Sijin led a team to carry out a mission to rescue comrades imprisoned by the Japanese.
During the mission, they encountered an unexpected and crazy counterattack by the Japanese. Ye Sijin sacrificed herself, the mission failed, and the imprisoned comrades went missing.
Liu Changan remembered that Ye Sijin's favorite food was the scallion and lard noodles he made. The place she wanted to go most was Jiangzhou in Jun Sha. She told him that after the total victory, she must recite the song "Spring in Qin Garden" with the surviving comrades there.
Of course, their generous singing was different from anyone's interpretation in the future. It was different, fierce, and full of blood.
Ye Sijin had been looking forward to it.
Countless heroes would eventually pass away, leaving only Liu Changan to witness everything for them. He maintained the same angle of view as the statue, as if he was looking at the new world created by his comrades who had fought with him in the past, the ones who were close to him, the ones who did not know him, the ones who were nameless and nameless.
"In the future, every household's jar will be filled with rice and wheat flour!"
"During festivals, there will be meat to eat!"
"The common people will not be bullied anymore!"
"At that time, everyone can live a good life!"
Liu Changan had been to the capital and seen the monument erected by Wei Ang.
In the past three years, the people's heroes who sacrificed themselves in the People's War of Liberation and the People's Revolution were immortal.
In the past 30 years, the people's heroes who sacrificed themselves in the People's War of Liberation and the People's Revolution were immortal.
From that time on, in the struggle against internal and external enemies for national independence, for the freedom and happiness of the people, the heroes of the people are immortalized.
Even Liu Changan preferred to live in the era of peace. This gentle and calm life was lively and cheerful, just like a young girl.
Liu Changan had always lived in the present world. He would always be willing to do something for this nation and this country in times of crisis. Liu Changan believed that he was just a person who had lived a little longer. He had never thought of looking at everything from an indifferent perspective.
It seemed that from more than two thousand years ago, when Liu Changan first went out to war, to the countless years of foreign invasions, the countless bloody battles forged in resistance, all of it was a declaration: If the enemy can go, so can we!
He just couldn't give in!
Liu Che had never really said that. He had no recollection of it, but he had done it, and he had done it.
No matter how long he had lived, he still felt that the history since the birth of human civilization had given his life more warmth.
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So many years had passed in the blink of an eye. Liu Changan's memories today were a little distant. He raised his head and looked at the sky. He always felt that there was some kind of ancient aura shrouding the not-so-transparent city, which was awakening his dormant memories.
So Liu Changan bought a little hen from the market.
The little hen's feathers were white, with a shallow comb. Its color was light pink, like the lips of a young girl. Its feathers were warm and plump, and the feathers under its wings were as fine as velvet. Liu Changan remembered that in addition to ducks, there were also scholars in ancient times who loved to raise hens.
Nowadays, there were many entertainment activities. After all, the ancient people were a little bored. It was not surprising that they occasionally had perverted hobbies.
The little hen bought from the market was cheaper, so it was not so painful to throw it into the carriage. But he still stopped Zhou Dongdong from playing with the little hen with a rope. The little hen was about to die, so let it have a good rest before it died.
He took out the bottle from the carriage. The centipede was already lifeless. He gently squeezed it and could feel the internal organs and muscles under the shell were already stiff. So Liu Changan threw the little hen in.
A little hen a day was not a small number.
"How poor …" Liu Changan did not sigh. He just saw the facts. Not talking about the distant life, just a hundred years ago, he more or less had some savings.
Everything else was just worldly possessions. Only the paintings and some other things that he kept with him were gifts from his close friends for thousands of years. There was always some special commemorative meaning.
In the era of war, considering his own plans, it was not easy to keep them, so he donated them all … For him, it was more important to pretend that these friends still existed in the world. As for whether they belonged to him or not, it was not important.
Not everyone was like him, who saw everything as dust in the future. Those people with peerless talents probably had a soul in their hearts that would amaze the future generations. Liu Changan would also take care of their wishes when it was convenient, so that they could leave more moving waves in the long river of time.
As for the wealth and assets that were easy to circulate, when the country was on the brink of collapse, it was a matter of course to donate them to defend against the invasion. Some old friends who set up businesses also took a lot of money from Liu Changan, and a considerable portion of it was brought to Taiwan.
A few years ago, a tomb that he had hidden in during the Han Dynasty was dug up. The tomb was full of brilliant gold. Liu Changan could not run over to claim ownership … even though he wanted the seal with his name engraved on it.
"Little Liu, you buy chickens to eat every day. You need to nourish your body after the college entrance examination." Grandma Liu walked over.
"The cheongsam you are wearing today is really cute." Liu Changan praised her. He picked up the red string tied to the little hen and tied it to Grandma Liu's hair pin. "Black and red, elegant and grand."
"So naughty. I am already so old, but you made a red flower for me." Grandma Liu pulled off the red string and threw it to Liu Changan. She patted Liu Changan's shoulder and said, "Do well and get into a good school, and I will give you a basket of eggs."
Liu Changan was filled with anticipation as he agreed.
Tomorrow was the holiday. Liu Changan was thinking if he should go to a second-hand bookstore to look for books when he received a call from An Nuan.
After school in the afternoon, An Nuan stayed at school to practice volleyball. Ma Benwei snuck into the school to do a live broadcast of An Nuan and the women's volleyball team's daily training. No one paid attention to him. Later, the school's physical education teacher found out and kicked him out of the school.
Ma Benwei's Bentley was parked outside the school. He waited for An Nuan as he livestreamed. The topic of the livestream was how to get a date with the popular volleyball girl from Fu Zhong. Instantly, the livestream room was filled with popularity. Compared to the "random girls" that people "met" through taxi-hailing apps, An Nuan's figure, appearance, and popularity were more exciting and challenging. Some students from Fu Zhong also added fuel to the fire in the livestream room.
After An Nuan left the school, she ignored Ma Benwei's attempts to strike up a conversation with her. She called a taxi and went home. Little did she know that Ma Benwei would follow her to the neighborhood where An Nuan lived and continued to text An Nuan, inviting her to meet him … An Nuan didn't choose to hide her phone number when she called the taxi. She didn't think too much about it. After all, she rarely used taxis online, so the chances of this kind of thing happening weren't high.
"I'll come over," Liu Changan said.
"No need … I'm just annoyed. Don't come, or you'll get into a fight again! I won't allow you to fight. "
Ma Benwei was different from Chen Chang-soo. Chen Chang-soo was a student, after all. If he fought in Fu Zhong, the school would intervene and manage it, so it wouldn't affect the College Entrance Examination. However, people like Ma Benwei were hard to control. An Nuan understood this, but when it came to this kind of thing, An Nuan still liked to tell him. She wanted to know his reaction.
"It's all my fault for not walking you home."
"Hmph, it's good that you know. Anyway, I won't allow you to come. I'll forgive you this time. If you come, I'll continue to be angry, the 150% kind!"
"Got it."
"Don't brush me off! I've already blacklisted his number. He can't be waiting for me all the time. The College Entrance Examination is in a few days after the Dragon Boat Festival, and it's only a few days before I go to school. "
"Okay, I'll send you home after school in the future."
"Hehe, that's more like it. Have you eaten?"
"Not yet."
"Then you go and eat. I'll go and take a shower."
Liu Changan cooked rice. He didn't buy rice today, so he cooked more potatoes and sweet potatoes together. The aroma filled the air. He ate a bowl of rice with dried coriander. After washing the dishes, Liu Changan took out his phone and searched for a few live broadcast apps. He found Ma Benwei's live broadcast room.
Ma Benwei was very popular, and many people watched his live broadcast. It was easy to find him. Liu Changan didn't have a hobby of watching live broadcasts, and he didn't pay much attention to the host.
Loneliness was a normal state of life for everyone, including Liu Changan. However, for the vast majority of people, when they were lonely, they could participate in noisy activities to relieve their boredom. Perhaps this was how most people dealt with emptiness and loneliness, or watching live broadcasts was a very interesting thing to do. However, for Liu Changan, loneliness in life was just a quiet moment of one's soul, not an unbearable negative emotion.
He watched Ma Benwei's live broadcast quietly as he walked towards Xiangnan University's orange garden.
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