Tang Qianyan

One early morning in the winter of 1949, a new round of red sun was reflected on a certain pier. Workers were unloading the cargo. The heavy wooden boxes were moved off the ship and stacked neatly in the port. The air was still mixed with a salty and damp smell. .

There was a small restaurant not far from the pier. Zhao Yuhua sat on the second floor and sighed softly to the person in front of him: "It's really been a long time."

Seeing Tang Qianyan drinking tea, Zhao Yuhua continued to ask: "Later, I only heard that during the years when the Japanese invaded, Bai Wusheng joined the national army to fight against Japan."

"Yes, Wusheng is proficient in Japanese characters and has done the work of decrypting information underground." Tang Qianyan said.

"What about you at that time?" Zhao Yuhua couldn't help asking.

After all, it was an era of war and turmoil, and it was difficult for everyone to stay out of it. It is a great fortune to be able to contact him again now.

"I..." Tang Qianyan lowered her eyebrows and said, "Stay in Beiping all the time."

"Here!" Zhao Yuhua sighed, "It's good to be safe."

"Yes, what could be better than Ping An." Tang Qianyan smiled.

"Then how did you find your way to Shanghai?" Zhao Yuhua asked.

"Because of the civil war, Wusheng was promoted to lieutenant colonel again, so I came to Shanghai with him." Tang Qianyan put down the teacup and knocked it on the table with a crisp sound.

"Oh, it's a pity. If the national army can win, you don't have to work so hard to retreat to Taiwan with him." Zhao Yuhua sighed.

"If two people can be together, there will be no hard work." Tang Qianyan said softly to herself.

"What?" Zhao Yuhua didn't hear clearly.

But the door was pushed open, someone stepped in, approached Tang Qianyan for a hug, and then let go after a while.

"The boat is about to leave." Bai Wusheng said, "Let's go."

Tang Qianyan nodded obediently, got up to get the luggage, and Zhao Yuhua came to help send them the last journey.

The morning sun is still thin, and the sound of water waves can be heard when you get close to the sea. The sky and the sea are connected into one piece in the distance, and the clear blue is dyed with gold.

Seeing Tang Qianyan's figure drifting away, Zhao Yuhua suddenly yelled out——

"Qianyan, are you coming back?"

Tang Qianyan turned around and seemed to smile, and answered something, which was scattered in the sea breeze.

As the ship sailed away, a whistle blew, piercing the clouds loud and clear.

And so an era is over.And another red era, dressed in ideals and enthusiasm, ignorance and tenacity, is slowly walking towards us.