when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom

I don't know what kind of courage drove me to leave those words.

Waiting for three years is really too long a time limit.

However, even I want to go to the Northeast.

The winter of 1936 passed, and all opportunities were lost.

The shells of the war bombarded the place where I lived, and the whole city fell into panic. I roughly packed my luggage and started a life of ups and downs.

Poverty, hunger and cold.

It's the one that worries me the most.

Until one day my aunt called and said that she would take me to Europe for asylum. I held the microphone and tears flowed down my face.

I didn't even think about it, sobbed and nodded.

In the first eighteen years of my life, I was always a pampered and pampered young man from a rich family. When sudden changes in my life struck, I hid in a building built by money and power without hesitation.

Feeling extremely ashamed, I flew to Europe, only to realize that the so-called persistence to Hamanozawa was just a beautiful excuse.

I settled down in a small western-style building in England, a comfortable and luxurious building with a spacious garden and a quiet environment.

I often sit comfortably in the courtyard with the fragrance of flowers, drinking afternoon tea and reading novels.

Everything in China is hard to detect in this rich country.

My aunt is also very satisfied, satisfied that I have become that well-behaved nephew who can be arranged by her.

But the superficial stability was quickly broken by accumulated guilt and sadness.

I still remember that it was mid-July 1937, and I read relevant reports about China without telling my aunt.

Suddenly I saw a sentence in a newspaper, "Pingjin is in crisis! North China is in crisis! The Chinese nation is in crisis!"

It is said that after the Marco Polo Bridge Incident on July [-], Japan stepped up its invasion of China, continuously launched attacks on the Chinese army, and poisoned the Chinese people.

I read that report repeatedly, and when I learned about the rampant Japanese army and the crisis in China, the long-standing boiling feeling in my heart came over and over again.No hypocritical excuses, just pure unwillingness, unwillingness to be slaughtered by others, unwillingness, unwillingness...

I'm young, and that's probably the only reason.

That night, I had a dream. I dreamed that when I was 13 years old, I was lost in a crazy crowd. Countless angry Chinese waved big posters, roared, cursed, protested, and spit everywhere.

When I grew up, I learned from history textbooks that it was the May Fourth Movement in 1919.

The words of the old man are still unforgettable. He said that it was young people who launched this movement. Young people are young and therefore fearless. They are bound to shed their blood. They are the last hope of the motherland...

I cried after waking up from the dream.

I resolutely told my aunt that I want to go back to China!

go back.

Before leaving, my aunt gave me a lot of money, but in fact, in the war-torn China, the way to make money from money has long been lost, and there is not much money left after a long time.

But I'm not complaining.

I feel more and more that the fate of being born as a people is closely linked with the motherland, just like a child born in a poor family learns tenacity and patience from an early age.

I have eaten muddy buns and slept in cold and damp tunnels.

Fortunately, there is no such thing as a dead end. Not long after wandering, I joined the Red Cross Society of China, and under the care of the society, my living conditions improved a lot.

Once, passing by Beiping by chance, I asked for leave, and quickly walked through the familiar streets and alleys, and saw the mahogany shop where my countless hopes were buried.

Today, it has been converted into a small teahouse, where all kinds of people sit, just like I used to sit in it and receive all kinds of patients.

I sat down, ate a little food, and was about to leave when I suddenly saw a few spider webs on the window sills of the second floor of the building directly opposite.

I suddenly realized that my aunt said that she only helped me sell the pharmacy, and that small room still belonged to me.

I always put the key of the house in the bottom of the luggage bag, but I didn't expect to find out one day.

When I entered the house, I opened all the windows, and when the cool wind dispelled the heat inside, it suddenly revived and had a vivid color.

The former two iron beds, the former two light bulbs, the former washbasin, and the former oak desk... are clearly displayed in front of my eyes.

I stroked them lightly, finally settled on my iron bed, sat down, and a great sense of loneliness enveloped me.

is lonely.

I suddenly thought of Hamanozawa.

Reminds me of a Japanese name I haven't pronounced in a long time.

Remember the promise we made.

Northeast, Huacun Village, waiting for you for three years.

Now is the second year that I wrote the promise. In the past two years, I have never been to Huacun Village.

There are countless possibilities, and we have no chance to meet again.

But in the end, I left the mission assigned to me by the association and came to the Northeast alone.

Because my heart has no sense of belonging, very lonely.

When I was six years old, my father's business failed, and the whole family temporarily lived in Huacun Village in the name of relaxation. I spent a year in this village full of nature.

In my few childhood memories, Huacun Village is a place with green mountains and warm water, where birds are singing, flowers are fragrant, streams are flowing, and you can see it everywhere.However, after being away for more than 20 years, I came to this remote village again, and I no longer saw her purity and beauty in my eyes. All I saw was poverty.

Poor, poor, poor.Huacun looks like a dilapidated ruin.

I walked into Huacun Village, and within 10 minutes, I fully understood it.

This is an abandoned village, similar to the fate of many villages in the Northeast. The flames of war touched it and scared away the young villagers who had rooted here for generations.

The reason why Huacun Village is so dead is that only white-haired old people, thin children and disabled young people are left living in it so far...

I told the villagers that I know a little bit of Chinese medicine and can heal people. They prepared a place for me to live in. After I rested for only a few minutes, the small room was full of people seeking medical treatment.

In the next few months, I have been living in Huacun Village, barely healing these abandoned people, waiting for the person I was waiting for.

Until five Japanese soldiers suddenly broke into the ruined village.

They held bayonets with small sun flags hanging on them, and walked through every house like wolves, but in the end they just grabbed me who was regarded as "normal" and a few fourteen and five-year-old children.

I didn't know why, so I kept asking: "What do you want to do?"

The Japanese soldiers didn't seem to understand Chinese, so they just pushed me towards the entrance of the village.The children who were caught seemed even more panicked. Their miserable cries were especially evident in the lonely village, and the old people begged behind them with cloudy eyes.

The Japanese soldiers were impatient and beat the children with fists and kicks.

The old man couldn't bear it when he saw it, and started arguing with the Japanese soldiers.

So, I saw the cruelest scene in my life.

Seeing that the Japanese soldier didn't have a trace of shame, even if he hesitated a little, the old man pulled the bayonet out, and he stretched it out, piercing the old man's body directly.

The old man died instantly, and fell to the ground like a soft doll. The Japanese soldier drew out his bayonet, and bright red liquid splashed everywhere.

It's quiet now.

The young children even learned to endure such a horrifying scene.

Who were these Japanese soldiers?

Why did they capture me?

Where do they want to take me?

How could they be so careless about human life?

With all kinds of questions, following behind these Japanese soldiers and looking at their yellow-brown military uniforms, what is left in my heart is not only fear, but also a disgusting nausea.

In the end, I was taken to a flat field covered with rows of low factory buildings. I was taken into one of them. When the Japanese soldiers left, I knelt on the ground and retched for a long time.

There is a group of Chinese people squatting in the factory building, all of them are as strong as me without exception, some of them are crying and some are already asleep, but most of them are the same as me, frowning and sitting quietly.

Someone next to me spoke and asked, "What do they want to do with us?"

After all, those who were awake looked at the speaker with a pair of bright black eyes, waiting for the slightest reliable information.

"Maybe it's taking us as coolies."

I speak my mind.

I can only make this kind of guess because Japanese soldiers are only people who have labor force.

After all, the whole factory building boiled up, and there were many discussions.

I participated flawlessly. In the middle of the night, there was a bright moon hanging in the dark night sky outside the bars. I looked at it and faintly uttered a few words: Hamanozawa.

In the early morning of the next day, the Japanese soldiers didn't even give us a bowl of porridge, so they selected a few people and dragged them out.

Including me.

We were taken to another factory building with the same appearance, except that there were compartments inside. They arranged for us to line up and squat underground.If there is any strange behavior, the shining bayonet will be delivered.

There is only a small wooden door between the compartments. About every 10 minutes, the door will be opened, and a gloved hand will be stretched out to force the five Chinese inside.

Every time at this time, there will be small ups and downs in the team.

People were panicked, not knowing what was going on on the other side of the door.

I don't know how long it took, the team gradually shortened, and it was my turn.

It turned out that there is still a long way to go after entering the door.

I observed the person who led the way, and found that he turned out to be dressed as a doctor.

Why a doctor?

Suddenly, a terrifying idea flashed in my mind, my feet began to tremble involuntarily, and it became more difficult to breathe.

In fact, I was not the only one who felt the weird atmosphere. The other Chinese in the team were also very uneasy, and their sweat kept slipping.

"You are really beasts!"

With great courage, I stopped and stood where I was, refusing to move.

The doctor was obviously Japanese too and didn't understand what I was talking about.

"Everyone, don't go to die!"

I yelled, and the rest of the Chinese stopped immediately when they heard it.

"Fucking bastard!"

One of the Chinese people seemed to be terrified, and fled in the opposite direction, stuck to the wooden door, and kept knocking.

"do not!"

I exclaimed loudly, but it was too late.

The wooden door opened, and in the next second, a bayonet pierced his body. The Japanese soldiers wanted to kill a chicken to show the monkeys, and kept ravaging the unconscious corpse.

In a dilemma, we still followed the Japanese way of thinking and completely became chopping fish.

We entered a laboratory-like place with clean white walls and the pungent smell of medicine in the air.

What attracted me immediately was a large transparent glass, and several doctors in white coats were separated from us.

Some people say that doctors are both respectable and terrifying. They can be angels who save lives or demons who manipulate the human body.

Today, I finally saw what a beast in white is. The way they look at us is like examining a good experimental product.

However, I never imagined that that familiar face was actually hidden among these beasts.

"Boom, bang, bang"

It was the sound of constantly knocking on the glass, finding it impossible to enter, and disappearing again.After a while, the door was opened, and a panting person appeared.

"Liang Huai!"

Someone grabbed my shoulders and shook me constantly.

"Liang Huai! Is that you?!"

I shook my head.

Suddenly, a cold hand touched my face, gently scratching the stubble on my cheeks.

"Don't talk about these stubbles, even if you turn into ashes, I will know you!"

I shook my head again.

"Are you crazy?!"

The man looked angry.