Upstarts and poor settlers

In September 1931, Nanjing seemed to be crazy, and desperately called Changchun, Shenyang.

Finally, Shenyang, which was called Fengtian at the time, was opened up. Shenyang no longer had the bright and funny past, and asked him in a crying voice, "Why aren't we allowed to resist?"

Like a sharp knife piercing the heart, Nanjing murmured at the time: "What the government did was not my intention."

Then there was a long-term tug-of-war, and then Xi'an happily called, "Report a first-hand news, and we will soon be able to work together!"

At that time, Nanjing was very happy, and invited Suzhou, Hangzhou, and Yangzhou to have a drink, and after thinking about it, they called Shanghai to invite them.

Shanghai's voice was very indistinct on the airwaves, and he said softly, "Should we celebrate? But I always feel that crying is not far away."

Nanjing was silent for a while, and said lightly: "Let's look at the moment. As you said, you won't be able to laugh in the future, why don't you hurry up now?"

Shanghai smiled lightly, "You're right, everything you said is right."

After all, they never got together, and the dawn wind and waning moon at Lugou Bridge could not stop the bandits' sharp guns. Then Beiping and Tianjin fell, and Nanjing had to make early plans. They were busy transferring cultural relics and transferring government students all day long, almost without touching the ground.

He still took the time to send a telegram to Shanghai, reminding him to prepare carefully.

The sun plaster flag on the Huangpu River on August 8 has never been so nauseating.

The next day, the Japanese began air raids on Nanjing, which lasted for several months.

Nanjing endured the pain and called Shanghai, "Can you still hold on?"

Shanghai on the other side didn’t know whether he was laughing or crying, “You know, half of me is bloody and the other half is intact. The good thing is the half of the concession…”

Tears in Nanjing couldn't help falling down on the spot, and I heard Shanghai say: "I am young, and I am close to foreigners. You all look down on me, and I know it all. But don't forget, I am just like you, I have a unique personality I am a descendant of China, and my bones are not soft!"

Although Nanjing was crying, his tone was very calm, "Let's hold on for a while, maybe there will be a turning point."

"Up to three months." Shanghai said indifferently, "My limit is three months."

He really lasted for three months. Nanjing calmed down and made arrangements during this period, trying to minimize the loss when it was irreparable.

Everyone praised him for his calmness in times of crisis, but no one knew that he couldn't help crying bitterly at the photo of the Sixing Warehouse in the October 10th daily—a small Sun Flag and Mizi flag on both sides of the Suzhou Creek. The national flag flutters in the wind, so small and so eye-catching (29).

Shanghai fell, and half of Shanghai today belongs to Japan, and half belongs to Westerners.

But Nanjing has no time to be sentimental for him, and he fell into a deep sleep in that harsh winter day.

He passed out from the pain.

When he woke up, he was covered in blood, his throat was hoarse and he couldn't speak. What he didn't expect was that Shanghai was sitting beside him, looking at the west blankly.

Nanjing closed his eyes, felt it slightly, and then began to tremble all over.

"How?" Shanghai stretched out his hand to hold his wrist, feeling his pulse slightly.

Nanjing didn't have time to complain that he, a fake foreign devil, hadn't forgotten the old Chinese medicine skills passed down from his ancestors, and his eyes were hot and humid.

Seeing Shanghai's terrified face, Nanjing said in a hoarse voice, "Why, haven't you seen someone cry?"

Shanghai reached out to wipe away his tears, and stretched it out in front of him to show him—eyes full of blood.

What he shed was blood and tears.

"That's right," Nanjing gritted his teeth, "Killing 30 of my compatriots, raped and raped my [-] women, this is not a blood feud, what is it? From then on, I am at odds with the Orientals!"

Shanghai slowly took out a thin piece of paper from his sleeve and looked at Nanjing, "I want to secretly send silver dollars and supplies to Chongqing, how about you?"

Thinking about his devastated self, Nanjing said with a wry smile: "Those who should be transferred have already been sent away. What do I have left now?"

Shanghai pursed his thin lips, "It will be fine in the end, [-] million compatriots will be exhausted with him, and I don't believe that we can't drag him down. By the way, there is one more thing, I don't know if I should tell you."

"What?" Nanjing already had an ominous premonition.

"I'm afraid you are going to be the second Changchun. You will be able to make a quick move and live up to the boy's head (2)...he will come to be your president."

Nanjing's eyes darkened, and he smiled a little maniacally, "I never thought that I would turn the tide and protect Huaxia Zhengshuo all my life, and finally my innocence would be buried in his hands..."

Shanghai also stopped talking, and finally just sighed.

He is so young, but this sigh is so desolate.

Eager to survive, humiliated and humiliated, I endured it for eight years.

Nanjing watched the Japanese sign the surrender agreement with cold eyes, turned around and walked into the crowd of people celebrating in the street.

The scars never healed, but the tears have been wiped dry.

But Nanjing understands that everything is not over, and his destiny is long gone.

He was full of thoughts and didn't know who to tell. He thought of Beijing facing him from north to south, Xi'an from east to west, and Yangzhou across a river. Finally, after thinking about it, he took the letterhead and wanted to write a letter to Shanghai.

I don't know if it was a wartime friendship, but he always felt that perhaps Shanghai would understand.

But he still didn't put pen to paper in the end. After all, he had only met Shanghai a few times, so where did he get any friendship?

Later, when the civil war broke out and prices soared, seeing the Li people who had just escaped from the invaders looking around in a hurry, Nanjing felt unspeakably bitter, and he couldn't help thinking that maybe his dragon veins were really used by the first emperor as gold. Hold on, all dynasties are short-lived.

In fact, as long as the mountains and rivers are permanent and the country is peaceful and the people are safe, what does it matter who is the capital of the country and who inherits the destiny?

While thinking about it, Nanjing looked at countless ships loaded with gold and continuing to the southeast (3).

He was hollowed out again, abandoned again.

Then, the wind and rain turned pale and yellow in Zhongshan, and millions of soldiers crossed the river.

At this time, he already understood that "the tiger dominates the dragon, the present is better than the past, the world is turned upside down and generous" is just a self-deceiving joke to him.

Later, the red flag was planted in the presidential palace, and the capital was transformed into a provincial-level administrative region. Thinking about it carefully, this was probably the worst era in history when it had the lowest rank and the worst chaos.

However, in 1953, Nanjing was again reduced to a provincial city and became the provincial capital.Nanjing thought to himself, after all, it won't be worse, right?

Then in 1958, Jiangsu was ceded to 10 counties in Shanghai, and the area of ​​Shanghai expanded tenfold.As the provincial capital, Nanjing is helpless, and can only watch helplessly as its former brothers and sisters throw themselves into another embrace.

Later, for a long time, as the provincial capital, it didn't get any policy dividends. It could only watch the south of Jiangsu and the middle of Jiangsu close to Shanghai and slowly develop. Before 2005, Nanjing’s GDP even lagged behind that of Nantong for a time. As of 2015, Nanjing surpassed Wuxi, and it was not until 16 that it squeezed into the trillion club. However, it is still one Yangzhou behind Suzhou, and one behind Shanghai. A Chongqing...

Today's Nanjing has already thrown away the pipa and planted loquats.

Shanghai, what else do you want from me?

The author has something to say: (1) During the Battle of Songhu, the national army confronted the Japanese army and defended the Sixing Warehouse for a long time. A female student surnamed Yang braved the hail of bullets to present the national flag, which greatly boosted her spirits.

(2) Wang Jingwei once wrote a poem when he assassinated the regent when he was young

(3) The Chiang government brought all the gold reserves in Nanjing and even the whole country to Taiwan