Nine Songs of Anti-Japanese War

3. Relics of the Han and Tang Dynasties

Xi'an vaguely remembers the first encounters with some people.

One year spent similar, each year is different.Just to understand a line of poetry, he sacrificed countless time and a huge price.Looking back suddenly, there are very few people who can share similar experiences and feelings with him.

The first time I met Nanjing was in the Qin Dynasty.Of course, Nanjing is not called Nanjing yet, and Xi'an is not called Xi'an either.

In the Great Qin Dynasty, the one who ruled the world was his cousin Xianyang who lived in the northwest.Although the city of Xi'an had been the capital of Zhou before, it was a long time ago, and the concept of Kyushu had not yet been established, and the young Xi'an never considered the jurisdiction of human affairs at all.The capital king system was established after Xianyang.

Xi'an is very busy.He doesn't often stay in his fief, and likes to go to the east to find Luoyang to play.Luoyang is Xia's favorite child, born beautifully, with a clear smile and a sense of profundity that fascinates Xi'an.Luoshui is broad and rippling, with luxuriant grass on the shore.The two teenagers rolled up their trouser legs, kicking the water and playing around.After playing until dark, they were picked up by their relatives and went home.

One day, when Xi'an went to the palace to greet him, he met Qin Zheng who was angry.Xianyang was sitting on the side, also looking worried about something.

After inquiring, it was said that Qin Shihuang was passing by the south bank of the Yangtze River in a car, and found a city that already had a young master, and the king was very angry.This is undoubtedly a great threat to the newly stabilized Qin Dynasty.

Xi'an frowned, finally remembering about that small city.It was the Spring and Autumn Period when the name of the Zhou Dynasty was still maintained. One day, Suzhou accompanied people from the State of Wu to make a pilgrimage to the Emperor Zhou. When they found Xi'an, they mysteriously told him that Zong Zhou and I have many younger brothers.

At that time, there were few ordinary people, and there were fewer princes like Xi'an. Of course, it is worth being happy to have one more company.Xi'an hurriedly asked, what's the name, and bring it to me next time.

Yecheng, nicknamed Stone.Now he is still young, just wait...

Then the three families were divided into Jin Dynasty, the Eastern Zhou Dynasty collapsed, and entered the Warring States Period from the Spring and Autumn Period.Never seeing Suzhou again, Xi'an forgot about it.

Qin couldn't sleep or eat, so he led Xianyang and Xi'an to go south together, looking for the small city described by Qin Shihuang.Regardless of Suzhou's plea, the servants pushed and dragged Nanjing to them.Before Nanjing's little face could look up to understand, Qin grabbed his neck with one hand.

Qin is certainly a tyrant.But the ancient kings rarely had the concept of human rights. Even Xi'an made some ridiculous mistakes in the future.While Xi'an watched, although he felt that the practice was too cruel, he never thought of stopping it.It didn't work either.

Nanjing desperately wanted to free the hand that was holding his throat, but his strength gradually weakened, but he refused to give up.At this time, Xianyang suddenly felt compassion.He said Qin, why bother with children.Doesn't it mean that there is royal air in the fief, just dig a river and cut off the dragon's veins.

Uncle Xianyang likes to build walls and dig holes, and even buried the terracotta warriors in the ground of Xi'an.Qin thought about it and let go.

That river is the Qinhuai River that gave birth to the prosperity of the Six Dynasties and soon ruined the prosperity of the Six Dynasties.

Qin's deliberate efforts failed to wash away his atrocities.The soldiers of the garrison were called, Hangu was lifted, and the people of Chu burned it, and the Efang Palace became scorched earth.With the rise of the Han Dynasty, Xi'an took Longquan to settle the disputes in the four directions, and sat on the veritable throne of emperor.

The ancient history of China has unfolded a splendid scroll.Xi'an's ambitions and ambitions are also on the right track.

In the whole world, is it the land of the king; on the shore of the land, is it the minister of the people.For those who are disobedient and disobedient, he only needs to move his fingers, and naturally his subjects will fight for him and die on the battlefield, which is their glory.He was aloof, watching his own land stretching in all directions, smiling frivolously.Occasionally I went to Luoyang, and the other party frowned: Chang'an, restrain yourself.

Xi'an didn't listen.The blood and gunpowder dissipated, and in the peaceful and prosperous age, he learned a different way of leisure from when he was young.He and his courtiers played and sang every night to celebrate Dadan.During the banquet, I suddenly saw Nanjing, and I have grown into a young man.

The scum of memory rises.He summoned Nanjing and asked, how are you doing? I heard that you changed your name?

His Majesty Lai is blessed, and the ministers are all right.The minister is now named Jinling.

Jinling, this is in line with his appearance and demeanor, not as blunt as the original name given.It's just that Xi'an can't help but look at his neck, always feeling that Qin's handprints are still red, feeling uneasy for a while.Let's change your name to Moling.

Nanjing kowtowed and silently agreed to leave.

Han unknowingly declined.The moment Luoyang rebelled, Xi'an realized that he had never read the mind of his childhood friend.Luo Yang's long hair fluttered, and he knocked him off the throne with a sword in his hand. What flashed in his eyes was neither ambition nor hatred.Life can only be fully understood after several ups and downs and mixed sorrows and joys.It took a long time for Xi'an to understand what Luoyang pursued.

Nanjing resolutely stood up and fought against Luoyang and Chengdu.Xi'an was exiled to the south of the Yangtze River, and in addition to being miserable, there was a strong sense of unwillingness in his heart.Not enough, not enough, absolutely must not stop here.He accidentally ran into Nanjing standing on the commanding heights of Shicheng, holding the Wu hook in his hand, hunting in the wind.nickname stone.This man is just used to forbearance, not gentle nature.

Mr. Jianye.Can we form alliances and support each other?

Alright... If I can't do anything in the end, I will do my best to assist you in returning.

The promise was fulfilled.Datang is coming.When Xi'an returned to his city, he was more calm and confident than before, and he was a model of king in the minds of future generations.However, the relationship with Luoyang could not be restored to the past, even if he gave him the title of Eastern Capital, and even the glory of taking turns in power.Luoyang accepted the reward without being humble or overbearing, and it was decent enough to catch the eye.

Riding horses from Xi'an to the wild northeast, a group of people bowed down along the street.The forest is vast and the snow is dazzling.He helped up a little boy, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a pure and gangster spirit that the country of etiquette could not understand.Your name is Houcheng?Shenzhou is fine too.

Later, the Central Plains inevitably fell into chaos.The clear water of Huaqing Pool shows the prosperity and decline, and verifies Marx's dialectical materialism.Xi'an is tired.The boy's innocence and ignorance are gone, and Huang Liang's dream is also gone.He once had so much, so much, but a feather.Yanjing, Hangzhou, Wuchang, Chengdu, Shenyang... old things and new people, he just felt at a loss.

He made up his mind and walked to the bank of Luoshui where he was frolicking back then.Unexpectedly, Luoyang refused.Xi'an, you are just indulging in the confusion of no longer prosperity.It's still far away from being with me.

Xi'an was angry.Then what do you want me to do, what do you want me to do.An unprecedented and terrifying dispute broke out between the two, and Xi'an almost killed Luoyang.He left the sword in the river, left Shen Yang who was too shocked to speak, and wandered unconsciously to the south of the Yangtze River.

He went to the stone city.This used to be his shelter, and now the people inside have gone through hardships and tribulations, and have successfully helped Ming win the world in the Northern Expedition.Nanjing is just under the Xuanwu Gate, but she is dressed in plain white clothes, her brows are cold, and her figure is slightly thin.

He told Xi'an that Yanjing persuaded Ming to move the capital.

The stories staged in the Qinhuai Songfang are either fragrant or full of excitement, or soul-stirring.But the king, he couldn't stay.Not one can be kept.

They saw different but equally profound pains in each other.Out of an unexplainable impulse, Xi'an stretched out his hand and embraced the other party.Nanjing was quietly buried in front of his chest, and it took a long time before he heard a very low sigh.

"Yan'an, you seem to be doing well?"

The boy across the table laughed.Although the uniform of the Red Army is not glamorous, it is well-groomed, and he must have taken great pains for this reunion with Xi'an. "As I said, Gong is very capable. As long as conditions permit, he will make everyone live a good life."

Xi'an was noncommittal.Even if he agrees, at least he can't show it directly.He stared at Yan'an, his dark skin, flying expression and flexible body all fell into his eyes.With such spirit, he has survived the adversity for many years?

"It's good to have faith. But...does it really have to be?"

"I know it's too much, brother." Yan'an was sad, "But you see, Shanhaiguan has also fallen, and there are more and more refugees living in our Shaanxi, and the government there is still indifferent. Brother, do you want the country to be encroached like this?"

"I've thought about it. Even if you talk about means, you don't have to..."

Yan'an suddenly got up, and turned to Xi'an eagerly: "We have no time! My brother has always been on good terms with Shenyang, right? He starved and starved in the Northeast to start a resistance movement. Are we worthy of him by blindly giving in? The domestic public resentment is boiling, and the civil war continues, but Compromise with the outside world! I really thought that the weak League of Nations could give me some kind of fairness...!"

Xi'an went around the table and hit Yan'an.The letter sent to him by Shenyang last week was still lying in the drawer, and his and Yan'an's plans really coincided with each other.Thanks to Shenyang, he is no longer a boy who speaks in a rough voice at the foot of the barren hills. The capital kings of the Qing Dynasty made dragon robes and wore them, but they couldn't change the boldness and fierceness in their bones.Threatening the capital king... Among the princes at the same level, he is the only one who dares to propose and plan.

After Xi'an read his letter, his mood was hard to calm down.It's been almost five years since we parted, and the scribbled handwriting seems to have brought Shen Yang to him again.Stubbornness, firmness, and the prudence of an adult man...the letter never mentioned the hardships of guerrilla life, or the pain of defecting to the enemy camp in Changchun, let alone how he ate fried noodles and snow to survive.From the first time I met him, Shen Yang has been growing, no matter how bad the environment is or how dangerous the world is.What about himself?Are you dragged down by too heavy years and human relationships, always looking forward and backward, hesitant?

"Yan'an." Xi'an leaned over and asked as casually as possible, "Let me confirm one thing, okay? Except for national interests, except for patriotism... If you let the situation develop, your troops in the eight southern provinces... will It's dangerous, right?"

"...!"

This question is a bit sharp for Yan'an, and it cannot be answered immediately.

But there was another voice: "Of course, we have this consideration."

is total.He originally accompanied his boss to negotiate with people outside, and it seemed that he came back early.

"Prince Xi'an, you know it well." Gong walked to Yan'an and looked directly at Xi'an.In addition to his initial clarity, his eyes are more mature and experienced after a catastrophe. "Why make things difficult for Yan'an. Our crisis is still great, so how can we not find a way out."

"Please tell me how much this consideration accounts for in your application plan. After all...compared to the seniors in Yan'an, my friends in Shenyang...I am the prince of China first."

Bend the corners of the lips together. "Is it very important? What you should care about, Prince, is not the fate of our party in the first place. The impact of the incident, the direction of China... This is what you want to see, and you can use your wisdom to calculate one or two things. Compared with the whole Country, do you care who is in power?"

"This……"

"Brother!" Yan'an added, "I understand. Between you people who have lived for a long time, there will always be some ties and grievances that we don't understand. People must hurt some people. You and I have never had any personal hatred with Nanjing, but if we only put his boss under house arrest, it will not achieve the effect! Please..."

Xi'an silently raised his hand, making a silent movement.Closing his eyes, he nodded almost imperceptibly.

In order to benefit more people, it is necessary to hurt some people?

Nanjing.What I owe you will probably never be repaid...

In the late autumn of 1936.Following the fall of the Northeast, Shanhaiguan was also captured.Important cities such as Peiping and Tianjin are in jeopardy.In order to stabilize the morale of the army, the People's Democratic Party sent Nanjing to accompany the Chairman and took a special plane to Xi'an for inspection, passing through Luoyang on the way.

Autumn on the south bank of the Yangtze River is relatively mild.The leaves will not all fall off, and there will be a little less murderous air, but the sky will not be as high and clear as in the north, but will be surrounded by a lingering coldness.Nanjing looked at the sky, tightened the windbreaker slightly, and said goodbye to the relatives and friends who were seeing off.

"Shanghai..." He hesitated, and said, "I said I came to see you off, so you can return earlier. There are many and complicated things in Shanghai."

"Let me find an excuse to run away from those guys outside for a while?" Shanghai smiled, revealing a bit of mischievousness when he was a child.Nanjing didn't find it unusual, but Zhenjiang, Ningbo, next to it, felt a chill.

"You have also learned to be lazy. It is possible that you were instigated by Hangzhou." Nanjing's joke was absent-minded.Shanghai shook hands with him through the glove, still feeling the coldness of his fingertips.

"People always get tired of flying. These days, I also hope to take responsibility. It's not good to always pay attention to my own affairs. After all, we are a family... Especially the idiot character in New York, I am already tired."

Speaking of New York, Nanjing thought of Washington, and he nodded with a serious look on his face.He turned to Zhenjiang: "This trip is not a big deal, the situation is tense, and we have to appease the people in the customs. In addition, the boss and the former commander in the Northeast have a little disagreement to communicate. So Zhenjiang, don't insist on following. Shanghai, Ningbo ,Bye now."

Zhenjiang watched melancholy as the person he had been protecting since ancient times boarded the plane.Shanghai suddenly said: "Nanjing, you... pay attention to your body."

Nanjing's figure obviously paused for a moment. "Thank you." He replied softly, and then entered the cabin.

The government plane left the runway, roared into the sky, headed northwest, and rolled up thousands of rotating fallen leaves.Shanghai grabbed a piece casually, touched the fragile veins, and faintly desolate and restless came to his heart.

Seeing the ever-changing expression on his face, Ningbo thought it was amused: "What's the matter? He hesitated to speak. Since you came back from Beiping, you are more fickle than before?"

"It's okay to run around, and talk nonsense." Shanghai wanted to step on him. "At the beginning, I wondered, this person is my brother in seniority, why does he still have a young face? Obviously, his mental development is immature."

"Hmph." Ningbo jumped away, "You ungrateful guy, I'm just trying to keep your childlike innocence. And..."

The boy frowned and grabbed Shanghai's sleeve.

"To be honest, I feel like something is about to happen. It's exciting, but it's hard not to be afraid..."

The author has something to say:

Note: Although Ningbo is set as a teenager face, he has a history and has produced many celebrities.Zhenjiang was called Runzhou, Jingkou, etc. in ancient times. It is a military center, and Nanjing's loyal Xiaoshou (?).Shenyang was called Houcheng in the early days. It was named Shenzhou in the Tang Dynasty, and the name Shenyang was given by the Yuan Dynasty. Before the Qing army entered the customs, it was the capital.

The memories of Xi’an’s classmates can’t be finished in a few generations (beating), anyway, he is destined to suffer from tracheitis (beating again), and Luoyang is older than him when it is seriously investigated...

This word is a buffer.In the next episode, the People’s Republic of China and the People’s Republic of China reunited, and Japan almost broke in (Wang Tian