Nine Songs of Anti-Japanese War

At an altitude of [-] feet, the special plane carrying the Prime Minister of the Commonwealth and his entourage flew above the clouds.

Manchester stirred the instant coffee offered by the stewardess and looked out the window.The sun outside the porthole is sunny, reflecting the deep blue sky and endless sea of ​​clouds, which is very different from the cold and gloomy England.Though the land to which he was going was famous for its severe winters, the present season was supposed to be lovelier than in England.There will be bazaars in the city, and flowers in the countryside; people's dependence on alcohol will drop slightly, giving way to short warm days.This is also a good time for guests to visit. The food supply is sufficient to meet the needs of the guests. I don’t know if the traditional custom of bread and salt is still there. As long as there is a well-dressed and beautiful girl in the welcoming team and a smile, he will be satisfied...

"Sir? Are you asleep?"

It took a long time for Manchester to escape from the dream world of unbridled freedom.It was his secretary and translator, a young man under 30 years old, who called him.He had just come over from the front row where the Prime Minister and others were sitting, and looked at him cautiously with one hand on the back of the chair.

Manchester silently mourned the lost dream, and raised his head with a smile on his face: "I didn't sleep. Is there something wrong?"

"Er...not a big deal. Are you drinking instant coffee?"

"correct."

"Given by the stewardess?"

"Well. The taste is quite good, except that there is a little too much creamer."

"Is that so..." The secretary pondered for a moment, "Fortunately, you are the one sitting here. If it were Mr. London, he would probably accuse the crew of not being well prepared and fool him with instant inferior products for a while to recover."

Manchester raised his head and burst out laughing, almost drawing the attention of the front row: "Indeed! I am very different from London. He is a real nobleman and a 'king', and I can only be regarded as a slightly educated 'middle class'." People are not on the same level, and the tolerance for instant coffee is even less likely to be the same." He happily looked at the young man who was a little overwhelmed by his smile, and patted the seat beside him, "Stop standing, Come and sit. Did you work with London for a few years ago? Thank you for your hard work."

The secretary wanted to nod, but didn't continue: "But, but, Mr. London is not bad... No, it is very good."

"Don't be nervous. I've known him much longer than you've worked for him. I know what kind of person he is."

"Well... I was talking too much." Seeing his harmless and gentle face, the secretary became bold, "Just now in the front row, an official wrote a poem impromptu."

"Oh, let's hear it?"

The secretary swallowed a small mouthful of saliva, and said back:

"How beautiful the clear blue sky above the clouds is, there will be no second battlefield in 1942; the lush vegetation is in midsummer, and there will be no second battlefield in 1942; long live the great British motherland, and there will be no second battlefield in 1942..."【 Note 1] Within three sentences, Manchester had put his hand on his forehead, and his face changed from sunny to cloudy and then cloudy to cloudy.

The secretary looked at him hesitantly: "Do you still want to listen?"

"Wait, wait for a while. Give me a little time, I want to straighten out my thoughts..."

When Manchester was summoned from London to discuss foreign affairs, Manchester thought for a while.He is not very interested in foreign wars, and the general situation is clear: in the first half of this year, the United States won a victory at sea at Midway Island, lifting part of the Japanese threat to India, and the land is still stalemate with the Japanese army. Blindly optimistic; although the Soviet Union won the capital defense battle, they made mistakes in decision-making and suffered setbacks in the subsequent battles, which gave the Axis powers a chance to mass-assemble their troops to capture the next target, and then strongly demanded the United Kingdom and the United States to open up the first in Western Europe. World War II to relieve the pressure on the Eastern Front.He recently heard rumors that the United Kingdom and the United States will not respond to the Soviet Union's request for the time being, and intend to use their strength in other directions.But what did all this matter to him?

With these thoughts in his mind, he knocked on the door of his London office.The door opened just as Edinburgh came out, looking displeased, and even his red hair seemed to have grown redder in keeping with his resentment.

"That's the thing, then--as for being so surprised? See you can't quite close your mouth."

London said unhappily, and took a sip of the freshly ground coffee that was just served.During the war years, most of the surface facilities in this city born out of the hands of the Romans, full of ancient vain nobles, insatiable bourgeoisie, and exhaust gas pollution were turned into ruins. Impossible to be the same as before.But London is clearly still the same London: regular sitting posture and calm demeanor, it seems to have listened carefully to your every word, and then involuntarily rejected you in the next second.At this time, his green eyes fixed on Manchester's body made people feel like a thorn in his back, and he was extremely nervous.

Manchester said: "I understand what it means. The Prime Minister is worried that the assailant will be furious when he hears the decision, and wants to go over and explain [Note 2] in person, but you should be accompanied by this level of visit, right? You don't say anything. Push it to me, don't say you can't close your mouth from ear to ear, it's enough that I didn't faint in your office immediately."

"You were alive and well in the last friendly football match, and you died in a blink of an eye?" London raised his eyebrows. "You go if you are told. The main responsibility lies on the shoulders of the prime minister, not you. No one blames you if you really annoy the other party."

"but--"

"Let's put it this way: It's not long since Moscow completely lifted the threat of the German army, and it's still in a weak stage, so it shouldn't be too hard to make things difficult for others; there are good reasons for our decision not to open up a second front. With your eloquence, you only need to explain the ins and outs clearly. , will always win understanding. Besides, Moscow hates me or hates me...of course I am the same. He doesn't know you well, but your personality is far from mine, in other words, not the one he hates. class, so take it easy."

Manchester folded his hands on his chest: "You want me to believe that Moscow will never be so angry that I will be chopped up and fed to dogs. Even if I believe it, I can't explain your reason for doing so."

"...Are you so interested in my affairs?"

"Because your Excellency the capital, you have never been a person who would evade your duties because of difficulties. Something must have happened. As a city representative, I have the right to know."

For a moment, London's gaze on him seemed to become fierce, but in the blink of an eye, it returned to calm and indifferent.He shook his head: "You have to ask me... you would have known in two days. There is trouble in the Far East. The Congress Party issued a manifesto, mobilizing the masses to use non-violent methods to threaten my country to withdraw from India immediately." [Note 3 】"Then?"

"Then all its leaders were arrested. Now India is in chaos and has risen to organized violence. Gandhi is on hunger strike in prison again. Your Excellency can throw a sentence 'that topless Indian ascetic died in prison It’s best to jump to the Soviet Union to deal with what he thinks is important, but I..." London bit his lower lip slightly, "I can't keep pace with him on this matter."

Manchester opened his eyes wide, and then smiled: "You don't agree? It's so rare, your conscience has found out?"

"Conscience is an ethereal thing. I don't use it to direct actions. But people have limitations. The prime minister was born in the navy. He stood up in times of danger and became a hero in the hearts of the people, but his strong methods are not It cannot be applied to all occasions. This chaos can be suppressed by the army for a while, but it will come back after a long time."

"Your thoughts... have you told him?"

"What's the use of saying it? In the eyes of all leaders who want to do something, we are just old monsters who have lived too long and lost their ambition. Maybe this is the truth." London raised his lips mockingly horn.He spoke so quickly that there was not a moment for Manchester to interject. "But I always want to appease those city representatives in India who belong to the same category as us, especially Mr. Delhi, the capital. Although he is quite obedient, he has a lot of opinions in his heart, I know."

"..."

"I don't have time to deal with the two things at the same time, so... can you do it? It's really embarrassing. Let Edinburgh go. He asked me just now. I think the Scots are good at fighting wars. Going to diplomacy is prone to accidents. He will get angry halfway Ran."

He sighed inwardly.Questions have been answered, and now there is no excuse for him to refuse.

"You and Washington had agreed in advance not to open up a second front. I'm just a reporter. What can I do for such an easy task? Don't bother Edinburgh, I'll go."

He recalled the conversation with London in his mind, and his mouth was not idle. He broke the news with the young secretary about many undistinguishable affairs in their circle, which made the other party fall back and forth.Just as he was aiming at Germany and planning to try his best to black them out, the secretary turned his head and saw that the aerial view of their city was approaching at a speed visible to the naked eye. He stopped laughing and quickly changed to the face of a professional : "Mr. Manchester, we are coming."

"Ah..." he repeated mechanically, "we're almost there."

He thought to himself, I am also a person who has seen the world, so don't make me cry for such a small matter.

The voice of the secretary reciting poems suddenly played back in his mind: "In 1942, there will be no second front..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Burying his face into his palms, he wailed aloud.

"You came at the right time. It's warm, the sunshine lasts for a long time, the scenery is good and the life is more lively. It will be colder in one month at night."

Ryazan, who was driving in the driver's seat, spoke briskly, as if Manchester was just an ordinary tourist who came from afar to take advantage of the good season, and she was just a conscientious driver and lady tour guide, and the place she was going to was a popular scenic spot Instead of private houses built in Moscow's heavily fortified suburbs.She was wearing a colorful dress, with light makeup on her face, and her facial features were leisurely stretched out against the summer wind. She looked like many European cities that have been around for a while—neither young nor old.

Manchester nodded yes.Liang Zan was a little dissatisfied with his reaction, turned his head slightly and said: "You don't have to restrain your hands and feet, just behave as usual. Moscow will not decide its own posture based on whether the negotiating partner is humble or not, and being too cautious may irritate him instead. Not happy."

"So . . . should I talk to him with perfect reason?"

"Not necessarily. That person acts according to his mood. Although he is not lacking in reason, if he wants to persuade him, he needs to find some strange entry points. Keep a normal mind and proceed at your own pace." The vehicle went to a milky white car. In front of the three-storey villa, the guards checked the credentials and opened the courtyard door from both sides. "Here we go. Good luck!"

"Compared to your capital lord, you prefer me as an outsider..." Manchester said as he got out of the car.

"His personality is really difficult to deal with. Besides, I have had... er, a more tragic past with him."

"Does that mean...he used force to conquer your neighboring principalities?" [Note 4]

"Almost. But judging from the results, it is true that we lost to him because of our lack of ability, which created the unity of Russia... At least I still respect him." Liang Zan praised his face, the sun lit up her over the lush forest in the countryside, and also Highlighting an old wound she had hidden in her collar, close to the carotid artery. "Mr. Special Envoy, I have to go back. You will spend the night in this house today, and someone will help you arrange the specific matters."

He thanked Liang Zan for his care along the way, and was then ushered into the living room.According to reports, this country house built of logs was originally awarded by the Tsar to a certain celebrity, but it was nationalized after the revolution, and Moscow moved here in early spring.When Moscow came out to greet him, Manchester took a good look at it. Except for the sickly fair complexion, it was not fundamentally different from the elegant and cold old Russian capital decades ago.He also didn't dare to relax because of the slight fatigue shown by the other party. After all, he barely survived under the baptism of German bombs in the past two years, and he barely recovered until this year.

The British envoy and the Soviet capital sat opposite each other across a table, exchanging unrelated greetings for a while, and their voices faded along with the evening sunlight.He silently sips the black tea in the bone china teacup, while Moskva casually fiddles with the small silver spoon, adding a little jam into the cup every few minutes.

"London didn't come." Moscow approached the topic a little in a casual tone that didn't cut to the chase, "I haven't seen him for a few years since our country withdrew from the League of Nations, but I miss him a little bit."

Miss him what?Harsh words or undiscriminatory hostility to the Reds? "I'm the one who can't get away from his troublesome business. If you'd like to listen, I can explain to you the before and after—"

"Don't bother you. To be honest, you should have seen it. Although I have rested intermittently after the battle in the city, I am not in the best mental state. I don't care about the minutiae. Besides, I am not dissatisfied with you. Compared with the candidates, There are more important things to pay attention to." Moscow put down the silver spoon, and the floating tea leaves were reflected in his lowered eyes, "I heard that your visit this time is not to negotiate with our country to decide something, but to report something that has already been decided. thing."

"Not quite...but so to speak."

"Notifying the decision only needs to send a telegram, and it takes a lot of time to visit for this...not good news."

Moscow arbitrarily concluded with an affirmative sentence, but Manchester could not stop there: "It doesn't sound like good news at first, but you will change your views after careful study. This matter is for the long term, and long-term benefits are often difficult to achieve in the short term." present."

"Then I'll wait to listen." Moscow formulaically showed him the first smile after meeting, "Of course, after filling my stomach."

They moved to the restaurant for dinner.His secretary and Moscow affairs officer also joined in, talking about forestry, the process of modern urban industrialization, and the recent situation of heavy industry in the two countries. "Most of my own heavy industry was destroyed by bombing," Manchester said, "but many It is enough that our compatriots escaped, and the foundation of our national power has not been shaken," and both Moscow and his prudent affairs officer expressed their admiration for his broad-mindedness.For four people, this meal was too rich to the point of extravagance, and one or two dishes that did not suit his taste did not affect his enjoyment of the meal at all.Although Manchester knew in his heart that the British guests at the table were the easiest group to deal with, he was enough to confirm from it that the Soviet Union cared about them in the allies.

As a result, as soon as the dinner plate was put away, the word "no" that he had been worrying about for a long time before was finished in just two sentences before he recovered his senses.

But the test is far from over.Just as Moscow said, it only needs to send a telegram to announce the decision, but he came from a long way to make a long footnote after the word "no".He observed his words and saw that there was no obvious shock or anger on the other party's face, so he began to explain that their decision was made after a detailed analysis with the United States; considering the situation in the European continent at this time, the second battlefield I am afraid that it will not be able to achieve the desired effect, but it will provide convenience for the Axis powers to attack the anti-Nazi forces in France; and the difficulties on the Eastern Front are far from being solved by opening up one more front...

Moscow listened indifferently as he finished listing the reasons. When Manchester was about to elaborate one by one, he suddenly got up from his seat and said, "It's time, it's time to go to bed."

He glanced at the wall clock, it was just after nine o'clock. "So early...?"

"It's getting late. Let's talk about the rest tomorrow." Just like before dinner, the other party put on a formulaic smile for the second time, "Good night."

Then, he was pushed into the guest room by the clerk, and he didn't even have time to complain to the secretary.

Going to bed early is helpless; getting up early is a last resort.There was something on his mind, and he managed to sleep through it all. He lay on the bed in a daze early in the morning and planned to sleep for a while. A series of notes bypassed several doors without reducing their power, and broke into the ear canal without any explanation and hit his fragile ear eardrum.He drifted into the bathroom in a sleepwalking state, and after splashing cold water on his face, he finally walked to the piano room soberly.Sure enough, it was Moskva who disturbed his dream by waving his ten fingers on the piano keys.

Manchester thinks he doesn't know much about art, but fortunately he has lived for nearly 2000 years and his sense of music is not too bad. He can hear Bach's twelve equal temperaments, but he can only guess which one.Seeing him coming, Moscow took a short break after playing the piece in hand, turned sideways to say good morning, and said, "I didn't disturb you, did I?"

Isn't playing the piano with the door wide open just to disturb me?Manchester felt annoyed, and said compliments: "No, I woke up naturally. You are really in good spirits, and you are quite proficient in fingering. Unfortunately, I am a layman and can't understand the way."

"I'm just a layman with rough skills. Besides, the law of equality is originally for moving fingers, and I don't get much aesthetic enjoyment."

"Is that so. Which piece of Bach do you like?"

"I don't really like it. I don't have much feeling for polyphonic music. But in terms of nationality, I respect German and Austrian musicians the most, no matter classical or romantic. This nation has amazing talents in many things... Music, poetry, and a lot more." Moscow's smile finally became a little more animated, not just for showing off, but Manchester's heart slowly felt a chill.The other party's smile is not dedicated to anyone, but to the past that only exists in memory. "When I was in close contact with Berlin, I played together several times. He was in charge of the cello, and I was in charge of the piano. Our music tastes are similar, and we can talk about many things. I almost thought we had a real friendship... "

"...Many things cannot be acted on the basis of friendship."

"So he betrayed me. Even if I have betrayed others many times, I still can't understand the subtleties of people's hearts. One moment I greeted each other with a smile, and the next second I waved a knife at each other. Just like you, my valued allies, in our country In difficult times, you can float up to me in a gentlemanly manner, and say, like singing, 'We will not open up a second battlefield'..."

"..." Manchester thought to himself, it would not be wise to speak up at this moment.

"What can I say? 'I am deeply angry at your decision to leave you alone and the whole world is our enemy?' It's a pity we don't have the capital to take risks. I just know that every second counts. Tens of thousands of young people fell on the battlefield, and thousands of land and people were bullied by the SS. Although the Wehrmacht was not so messy, they still strangled Leningrad to death. Dead siege, as you can imagine, a big city has been besieged and bombarded for a whole year, and supplies are extremely difficult, what is it like inside..." [Note 5] Moscow put down the piano cover, but did not stabilize it, It slammed down with a loud bang.

"For Leningrad, I don't know if I love him or not, because many times I doubt whether I have the ability to love. I'm just afraid to hear every piece of news about it, bad, and there will be worse; Well, it will bring unnecessary hope. Soon, our Stalingrad will also face a choice: his fate is likely to be either completely annihilated, or slowly tortured to death like Leningrad. And you Mr. Manchester, I don't need to say much...you know what this decision means to us. When I was discussing with New York, he was still a little tempted. It's better for you to drag the United States to change your mind, and then run over and pretend to be innocent...Britain Man, sure enough, I hate it every time I see it!"

"But..." Manchester summoned up his courage to meet those eyes that were burning with anger, "This is hate. It's not hatred. I don't know what works about hatred are created by Germans now. There was one during World War I What can be remembered: 'The hatred of the earth, the hatred of the water...'" [Note 6] Moscow fell silent.It took a long time before the German words as hard as steel burst out from his lips: "'We have only one enemy-Britain'."

"Accordingly, we have a motto: 'There is nothing that brings people together like hatred.' And once hatred is put into action, it cannot be one-way. We dare not say how much we love the Soviet Union as an ally. Dishonest and senseless; we have a very strong bond in our hatred. Well, that's our excuse...if you think it is."

"...Good. Your defense has been successful."

Moscow's humble response knocked a huge rock out of Manchester's heart.Liang Zan, he thought, must solemnly thank her for inspiring him to find this cruel but true entry point.But maybe Moscow has long decided to continue to trust them, and the previous dissatisfaction was just an emotional vent?

He will have no answer.He didn't want to be answered either.

The next step is to think about the future.He led Moscow to the front of the sand table, and said fluently: "The plan for the second battlefield has been cancelled, but the remaining troops will not be idle. Comparing the Axis Powers to a crocodile, Western Europe is its hard back, and Africa is its back." Its relatively soft waist and abdomen, it is a better choice to find its weak point and attack it unprepared than head-to-head. We plan to land in North Africa in the second half of the year, code-named 'torch', and use this opportunity to light the way to victory..."

The water of the Yellow River came to the sky and rushed to the sea to never return.

Sometimes, when Luoyang remembers it, he wants to question the rationality of it.When the Yellow River breaches, the water does not fall from the sky, but rather like evil spirits that come out of the ground to cause trouble in the world; after the flood, it lies lifeless between the land on both banks, and the water surface is like an open hollow mirror facing the sky. One day it will merge into the ocean, and he will not feel any momentum from it.As for the drought years, all the eyes are full of dry and cracked riverbeds, and there is no chance to criticize.

Therefore, compared to the length of his life, the number of times he took the initiative to watch the Yellow River with appreciation is very few.Luoshui, who was always with him, stood at the door of his house, so why bother with it.

But in a certain year when Emperor Hui of Jin was in power—the specific year is forgotten so many ghosts can remember—Taiyuan asked him to talk about the old days, and the two of them took a bus to the north bank of the Yellow River in Luokou with nothing to do.The two of them sat on the embankment, blowing the wind, and if they had no distracting thoughts, they could sit on the western mountain without saying a word.

"There is a famine in Bingzhou." Taiyuan said without blinking his eyelids as he looked at the mighty turbid river. talk.

"Oh." Luo Yang nodded slightly.Seeing Taiyuan's lifeless face, he already guessed that it was close to ten.

"Is there any courtier to play to the emperor?"

"It seems to be. What are you expecting the emperor to say...'Why don't you eat minced meat'?"

Taiyuan heard him say the five words calmly, turned to look at him, and quickly turned his head back in fear of colliding with his eyes.It seemed that they had returned to the state before the conversation, but the two of them had already lost their minds and could not continue to remain silent.

"In addition to famine," Taiyuan said again, "there are also people who sell Hu people to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune."

"Who?"

"... Sima Teng, Governor of Bingzhou, and Yan Cui, General Jianwei."

This is also within reason.The current situation was turbulent, the kings fought in chaos, and there was a famine, so the army could not afford food and pay.If you can't pay the food and wages, you have to find another way to make money, and there are no other local products in Bingzhou, so the Hu people are still easy to catch.

After that they never spoke again.The sun sank into the valley, and the evening wind picked up.

It was only 20 years ago that the Western Jin Dynasty destroyed Wu.The long years of war ended here, but people did not expect that this was a unified dynasty that turned from rule to chaos, and quickly fell into decline from an unremarkable empire.Luoyang looked at the shadowy figure on the other side of the Yellow River, and vaguely thought that the Jin Dynasty might not be able to survive this catastrophe.

If he can't make it through, he is very likely to be unlucky as the imperial capital, and the most serious thing is to be burned to ashes by the rebels.

However, even Luoyang, who is good at psychological preparation and foreseeing bad news, is not a coincidence.For example, one of the slaves sold by Sima Teng was a member of the Jie tribe named Shi Le.This person later attacked Yecheng, which was guarded by Sima Teng, causing the city to be destroyed and killed.

At the end of the Western Jin Dynasty, Liu Yuan, the leader of the Xiongnu, rose up and proclaimed himself emperor.The Huns occupied Luoyang, captured Emperor Huai of Jin, and killed tens of thousands of officials and civilians.

In 316, the Huns invaded Chang'an again.The Western Jin Dynasty perished.

... How many things in ancient and modern times are all jokes.

This is another sentence that Luoyang does not object to, but still questions its rationality.Some things, some scenes, at best can only be expressionless, and it is difficult to make people laugh anyway.

In the late autumn of 1942, he shuffled back from the edge of the yellow flood zone and walked aimlessly on the streets of the city.

The villages I saw along the way were empty.The land was dry and cracked, locusts were everywhere, and there was no green in the fields that had been swept.Those who could escape all fled to Longhai Road. He could not estimate how many of these people fell to their deaths from the train on the way to Shaanxi, and how many children they abandoned.Some of the remaining people ate bark, some gnawed dry wood, and some died, and their bodies were eaten by their own hungry dogs with their tails curled up.

He had not communicated with his companions all autumn since he first saw this tragic sight.He is powerless to help those who have already suffered disasters; neither can he help those who have not suffered disasters.

Even if those victims managed to escape to Shaanxi, how many people can really survive the disaster?He put his palms together and faced the west, not for prayer, but only to express an almost helpless apology.

Sorry Xi'an.It seems... I have caused you trouble again.

Before the apology in his heart could be said silently, the leg of his trousers was grabbed by a hand full of veins.It was an old beggar crouching in the corner, his whole body as thin as a wall chart of a physiological backbone, with two lifeless eyeballs embedded in the blackened eye sockets like glass beads covered with mud, staring at him motionlessly.

"Little brother." The old beggar muttered deliriously, "Do you... know the taste of human flesh?"

"...I know." Luoyang has never eaten it himself, but he has heard people discuss it countless times during the famines in the Central Plains over the past 3000 years.

The old beggar's eyes suddenly burst into light. "It's delicious, right? You don't need to add salt to the human meat, just boil it in the pot like that, tsk! I ate it when my village was in a famine more than ten years ago, and even the gods were envious!"

"..."

"But now I can't eat it anymore...Yesterday, the Li family stewed his son. I could smell it, but I can't eat it... Sigh! There was still some grains to fill my stomach, but the superiors confiscated them and said they wanted to fill my stomach." The military rations... can't be eaten! But I heard people say, what kind of relief rations will be distributed after the top... Tell me, can you wait for it?"

Luo Yang squeezed out a smile: "It's hard to say."

"I have to wait! Only when the relief food arrives can I live, and only if I live can I wait for human flesh to be eaten... No, no, it's too late, I want to eat now! Little brother, can I eat you? Oh, I want to eat the palm, the palm... ... the best!"

The old beggar showed his scorched teeth and bit Luoyang's palm hard.Luo Yang didn't move, and let him gnaw on it. After gnawing for a long time, even the tooth marks didn't come out.After gnawing for a while, the old beggar loosened his mouth, fell back, and fell to the ground, dead.

Luo Yang squatted down, trying to close his wide old eyes.Can't fit.

He was indeed a little sad at this time.Those eyes seemed to have regained their clarity at the last moment before death, they were so wide and round, as if they were silently condemning him.

he sighed. "Well, I'll tell you. The relief food won't come, it certainly won't."

After saying this, he closed the beggar's eyes smoothly.

Kaifeng...he thought, when Kaifeng lost the will to live, he found an object of revenge from the flooding Yellow River.It is a blessing in misfortune to have revenge that can be avenged.

But I went to the Yellow River today, but I couldn't get the answer.

... My grievances have never been avenged anywhere.

Luo Yang slowly got up.In the west, the sun sinks into the valley, and the evening wind picks up.

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