Old Movies of the Republic of China II

A photo of Zhang Yishan was published in the daily newspaper.

In the newspaper, Zhang Yishan was wearing a mighty military uniform, showing a grinning smile to everyone.

He is not used to putting his face in front of everyone in the world for their comments. This is not his usual style of work.

Nor is it his usual practice to shut out Japanese advisers.

But he did it anyway.

Zhang Yishan is not a person who spares his life, he is indeed cautious, but the purpose of being cautious is to gain a greater chance of winning in the game.If he spares his life, maybe he is somewhere at the moment being a person who is not so prominent and not so dangerous.

Someone wanted to blow him up, but he didn't die. As long as there were enough interests, the matter could be turned into a big one. However, when faced with the issue of national righteousness, he never gave in.

Being able to be the tour envoy of the three eastern provinces, Zhang Yishan has to admit that there are Japanese behind him to support him and push him to the position.But this does not mean that he really wants to do things for the Japanese.

Dealing with Japan, Russia, and Italy, Zhang Yishan's pressure is not light, but even if the pressure is not light, he can still grab benefits enough to make everyone dumbfounded.

He likes to control barbarians with barbarians.

He is also very good at avoiding the important and taking the light.

If it were another person, no matter who it was, it would be impossible for him to do better than him in his position.

Zhang Yishan knew it, everyone knew it.

The reason why the people of the Northeast and the military officers of the Feng Faction follow such a long-sleeved, dancing and slick figure is of course not only because he is good at weighing.

More because he has integrity.

What is a festival?

Integrity is not about rushing into the Japanese crowd with a bundle of explosives, or pulling a banner reading "Japanese dogs get out of China" in Japanese settlements, or throwing rotten eggs on the heads of Japanese officers.

At least, this is not Zhang Yishan's "integrity".

What he sees is often a little more than ordinary people; what he thinks is often deeper.

He knew he had a better way to show his integrity, to bring some tangible good to this ravaged land and its people.

He does not deny that he has ambitions.

A man, a man who lives in troubled times, a man whose life is soaked in blood for most of his life, if he has no ambition, it would be too sad.

And no one has ever said that Zhang Yishan is pathetic, even if he thinks about it in his heart, he probably never did.

He is one of the most unpathetic people in the world.

There was a massacre in the pass.

A city becomes a dead city overnight.

There are only ghosts left in the city, dead ghosts and living ghosts.Dead ghosts are floating in the streets and alleys of the city, while living ghosts smile ferociously at the whole of China and the whole world.

Truckloads of dead bodies were being shipped out of the dead city.

One after another, people heard about, or saw, this tragic massacre.

Everyone is clear in their hearts - some people can be called human beings because nature is not always right, and he will let things that are not worthy of being human evolve.

The whole of China declared war on Japan.

Zhang Yishan is no exception.

He hadn't been this angry in a long time.

He was no longer a young man, but his anger made him forget his age and all his schemes.All his remaining sanity will be used on how to win this war.

Yes, he has to win.

Everyone knows what the price of failure is.No one can afford this price, not even the most boastful person.No one wants to win, because they are still human, and they still have compassion and anger in their hearts.

The whole country mourned, and the whole country was angry.

Qinghe is no exception.

In anger, he could even temporarily forget Hou Yuzhi's death, forget Jiang Yu's death, and also forget—forget the fear caused by their death, the fear of loss.

He tidied up the military uniform for Zhang Zheng.

He has never been so strong, almost not like a baby held in Zhang Zheng's hands, but like a responsible man.

From the outside, he is definitely not a man.He is so handsome.

But his heart is not weaker than anyone else!

Zhang Zheng knew.

Zhang Zheng never felt that he was weak, he was just young.However, he has to grow up, and at this time, he has grown up.His face is still fair and smooth, but his eyes are already determined.

If you stay with a tiger day and night, there will always be a beast in your bones.

Zhang Zheng looked down at him quietly, admiring the bestiality he displayed after years of accumulation.

Zhang Zheng began to rejoice, rejoicing that he took this seedling to see a dying person, and rejoicing that he didn't keep him in the greenhouse forever.

Although the seedlings in the greenhouse will be full of vigor and green, they cannot leave the greenhouse after all.

When the person who built the greenhouse has to leave for various reasons, the greenhouse may be broken into by other people. When they see such a young and beautiful plant, of course they will not kindly let it grow.

But now he doesn't have to worry too much.

Grass seedlings sometimes have thorns.

Zhang Zheng finally opened his mouth: "This war will be very long, and no one knows when it will end. Maybe a year, maybe ten years, this is different from any previous war."

Qinghe nodded: "I know."

"The world is in chaos, and you have a special status. You must remember it at all times, and don't put yourself in danger."

"I know."

"To me, you are more important than a division, but you have to remember how many people a division can kill and save at this time."

Qing He blinked, "I know."

Zhang Zheng put his hands on his shoulders and looked at him deeply, as if he still had a lot to say, but he couldn't say it after all.

Qing He took the initiative to hug him, her voice was not heavy, but she exhausted all her strength: "Alive, come back!"

Zhang Zheng hugged him back.

See off.

I don't know if I can see you off in the future.

Zhang Rui took off the Avalokitesvara around his neck, looked at his father's hand, stuffed it in, and said, "Give it back to me when you come back."

He paused and said, "Dad."

Zhang Sheng tugged at his father's hand, refusing to let go, holding back tears.

Zhang Zheng leaned over and pulled Zhang Sheng into his arms, patted his buttocks, and said, "Don't cry, I won't take you to gun practice again after crying!"

Zhang Sheng quickly covered his mouth.

Zhang Zheng stretched out his hand, held the hand of the eldest son, and said solemnly: "Father promised you, I will put it on for you when I come back."

Zhang Rui watched his necklace become his father's bracelet and said, "It's a deal!"

"A word is settled!"

In this night's farewell, Susie unexpectedly showed the demeanor of being a housewife. She even had a smile on her face, as if she was not worried about her son going to the battlefield where he might never return. She hugged Zhang Zheng Let me wish him the best of luck in expelling the Tartars.

With his hands behind his back, Zhang Yishan anxiously wanted to pace back and forth, but he couldn't.Under the eyes of everyone, he must show more confidence than everyone else. He must believe in Zhang Zheng. No matter how powerful the enemy army is, no matter how critical the situation is, he must be as firm as a rock.

Zhang Yishan patted Zhang Zheng on the shoulder, and said loudly, "Son, it's time for you to give me face!"

Zhang Zheng put down his youngest son, touched his military boots, and let out a "bang!" in the quiet and frightening courtyard, which lasted for a long time. He saluted his father and Zhang Yishan with a military salute.

Zhang Yishan returned a military salute!

Xi said: "Zheng'er, I wish you a speedy triumph!"

Changshun rubbed the corner of his eyes rudely, "Damn it! If only I could protect you!"

Chun'er, Ying'er and other maids, big and small, all had red eyes, and some of them even hugged each other and wept softly.

Zhang Zheng took one last look at Qinghe.

Qinghe is also looking at him.

Come back alive.

Come back alive!

Zhang Zheng didn't stay any longer, the army was waiting for him, the hem of the cloak floated up as he turned around, Zhang Sheng raised his hand, and the cloth touched his palm, the next moment, Zhang Sheng closed his hand, but the cloak was gone.

Disappeared in the night.

No one moved.

Nobody wants to move.

Zhang Sheng's hand was still raised in the air.

Zhang Rui coldly pressed his younger brother's cold hand, pulled him, and walked towards the inner courtyard.

Everyone moved.

Zhang Yishan entered the study with a group of staff officers, generals, and officers. Zhang Zheng was the general, and he was the commander.

The mission of the general is to lead the army to fight, while the mission of the handsome is to make overall arrangements.He is Zhang Zheng's father and also his marshal. He will provide Zhang Zheng with all the personnel, supplies, and guns he needs, and Zhang Zheng will never let him down.

Zhang Zheng will bring him victories one after another!

That was his son, so he must not be disappointed!

Qinghe didn't know how she got back to the room, and how she was lying on the bed.He forgot that he should comfort his wife, Zhang Zheng's mother, and that he should accompany Zhang Rui and Zhang Sheng, they might be afraid.

However, how can one comfort another when one is in fear of oneself?

He thought nothing of it.

Before his eyes, there was no spectacular scene of millions of soldiers gathering under the whistle, and he couldn't even remember the color of Zhang Zheng's military uniform for a moment.

White, black, yellow, even red, it doesn't matter.

He just lay quietly on the bed.

Someone covered him with a quilt.

It wasn't cold anymore, he shouldn't be cold.

He knew he was shaking.

But it's just knowing.

It doesn't matter either.

Maybe a year, maybe ten years.No one knows how long this war will last.

Zhang Yishan, who has been all-powerful for many years, will send his only son to the battlefield, and he will definitely not be without thorough preparations. Qing He tries his best to convince himself that it is only time.

He is also an excellent general... His army is the most elite of the Feng Faction, and after two years of rigorous training and wars, large and small, the combat effectiveness must be very strong.

Perhaps, in the middle of the two battles, he will go home and have a look.After all, his children are still young and need a father...and he needs him too.

Qinghe thought that he had grown up, and was different from the "little bumpkin" who had never seen the world five or six years ago.

But he was wrong.

Big mistakes.

He still needs Zhang Zheng to give him confidence.

Yes, confidence.

Qing He curled up under the soft quilt.

He hugged himself and fell asleep slowly.

Love is not climbing on him like a dodder, or absorbing strength from him without fear.

At least, it's not his love.

His love is giving, dedication, and willingness to become a better person for the other party.

When the tree encounters strong winds, the dodders twist it tighter and tighter, and when it falls, some dodders will die with it, and some will find another host.No matter what the dodder flower chooses, the tree is dead after all, and died in the attack of strong wind and heavy rain.

Qinghe doesn't want to be a dodder flower.

Maybe he used to be, lonely and helpless.

It has been redeemed, and has a life that has never been imagined, bitter and sweet. It curiously looks at the sunshine in the sky and the raindrops in front of it. Looking at this wonderful world, I sang happily when I was happy, and huddled in the arms of the tree when I was in pain.

How could it just watch the tree fall?

A fallen tree will lose life, pride and dignity.

Cuscuta cannot stop strong winds and rainstorms, it is too weak, and a weak gust of wind can roll it up without trees.

But Qinghe is not a dodder flower.

Although he can't stop the wind and rain, he won't hang on the tree.

He was willing to wait, waiting for Zhang Zheng to return triumphantly—yes, not to come back alive, but to return triumphantly.

He realized that the tree that lost its pride might not want to continue its life. People must have their own pride, or dignity, or backbone when they live.

When Zhang Zheng triumphantly returned, he was still young and full of love.

The difference is that at that time, he would hug Zhang Zheng calmly in front of everyone, and tell him in front of everyone, how happy I am to have you back, and I am proud of you!

He also wants Zhang Zheng to be proud of him.

He will put his roots into the ground, absorb nutrients, and thrive.

He will let Zhang Zheng have no worries, let his army and even the entire Feng army have sufficient supplies, and let his officers and soldiers never have to worry about military pay and parents, wives and children in their hometown.

No matter how many years this war lasts, he will wait for Zhang Zheng, but it is not just waiting for nothing, he will give everything he can for Zhang Zheng, and do his best to give him everything he needs.

He wanted Zhang Zheng to know that no matter how difficult the war was, he was still in Fengtian's family.

Qinghe fell asleep.

He slept on the left side of the bed, and the big bed was half vacant, waiting for another owner.

His breath is still lingering in this room, Qinghe felt it in sleep, and the frown between his brows unfolded.

This is their home.

Zhang Zheng will fight bloody battles on the battlefield, and will face fierce, cruel and inhuman enemies. As for him, all he has to do is wait for Zhang Zheng to come back while growing up.

In this home where there are traces of Zhang Zheng everywhere.

He doesn't need to be afraid.

Ying'er walked in lightly, and glanced at the bed. Master Qinghe's head was covered under the quilt, wondering if he was crying...

Before the young master left, he had ordered that if Master Qinghe lost even a little weight when he came back next time, she was the only one to ask.

Ying'er thought that she could urge Young Master Qinghe to eat well, but she couldn't solve her worries.

She sighed, turned off the light, and backed out silently.