Nine Songs of Anti-Japanese War

Vichy and Strasbourg sat opposite each other, a bit awkward.

Vichy was reluctant to meet guests at such a time.He was not in good spirits, and although he was not sick, he was by no means cheered up, and he had been in this state for more than a year.But just when he got up and thought of the pile of official duties that he knew was useless but had to do another headache, Frankfurt, Germany's external economic affairs coordinator, called and announced to him the news of the forced labor law on young people.

"The target will come down soon. In addition to implementing it, you must also grasp the priority. First of all, you must ensure that no labor force is sent to our country, and the rest can be postponed."

It sounded like she was understanding him.Pressing his temple, Vichy resisted his dizziness and replied, "But Mr. Frankfurt, our country's labor force is seriously insufficient—"

"I know."

"Then you must also know how bad our country's economic situation is. The prices don't seem to be rising too much, but they are suppressed by the government. People have to go to the black market if they don't want to be hungry. The prices there are real. What's more, we promised to provide another 15 volunteer workers to your country last year, didn't we?" [Note 1] "15?" The person over there said calmly, "I'm afraid less than half of them have actually been in place."

"That's because we can't afford to..."

He heard a sigh. "How many times do I need to repeat this to you, respected Mr. Vichy, the acting capital of France? We are in a state of war, a state of protracted war. Whether the military supply is sufficient is directly related to the victory or defeat of the battlefield and the survival of the country. Concerned about the day-to-day economic order, you are a... gentle person."

It was Germany's war, not France's.Vichy felt resentful in her heart, but she couldn't blurt out this most natural rebuttal.He used to take it seriously as reality, and was accused of being too naive; now that he recognized the reality and wanted to fight twice, he was ridiculed for being too gentle.

"It's really difficult, I understand." Frankfurt said again, "But the German soldiers are fighting the enemy bravely on the front line, and the German people are also undergoing painful tests. As a loyal friend of our country, according to the 1940 Armistice Agreement, you, France, have the obligation Providing assistance is also for the sake of your future... I hope you understand."

Vichy didn't want to listen to him anymore.Frankfurt is such a person: smart, capable, and efficient. Unlike Berlin, who will leave once he decides that the two of them have nothing to say after finishing the business, he has more leeway in speaking, giving both sides a step to step down, and often interrupting one or two A greeting that cares about everyday life.Even if those words did not sound very enthusiastic, at least they were true.But once there is a conflict with him, this gentle attitude will double the pressure.

"I'll do it." Vichy said bluntly, "I'll do it right after breakfast. Is there anything else important?"

"Ah, you haven't had breakfast yet? Sorry to disturb you. I have nothing else to do for the time being—wait a minute, it's best for the Prophet to tell you about a small matter. When we were discussing the matter of requisitioning labor two days ago, Shao Keer The General Representative promised the Führer that he would recruit another 45 workers from the West."

This news from within Germany hit Vichy's still-unrecovered heart again.Vichy opened his mouth, unable to utter a word.By the time he reacted, the phone had already hung up.

"Western region..."

Strasbourg repeated Frankfurt's words thoughtfully, but in Vichy's eyes this thoughtfulness was mostly feigned.

Even if a thousand people are unwilling, he can't stop the guests from coming, not to mention that when others step through the threshold, they claim that they just come to see how they are doing. It is not appropriate to neglect foreign friends—yes, foreign friends.There are French compatriots and German guests for a while, and it is not tiring to go back and forth for hundreds of years. He can't help but wonder how the cities adjacent to Alsace-Lorraine are used to it, but he can't get used to it anyway. [Note 2] The point is not the administrative affiliation of these "friends", but their repeated attitudes.Issues that can be easily pointed out when they are in the same country, immediately become communication barriers like changing people when they change positions.Vichy didn't want to listen to the other party pretending to be deaf and dumb, and said: "Which western region can it be? After all, Belgium, the Netherlands, and Luxembourg are small countries. If they are squished, there is only a little juice. Isn't the target aimed at us? Their thick skins I'm really amazed... We haven't released many prisoners of war yet, and we're rushing to ask for people, is it realistic?"

"There is Spain to the west. Franco came to power with the help of Germany and Italy. He has always been pro-Socialist and there is no shortage of people."

"He only wants to protect himself on the premise of maintaining friendly relations with the Axis powers, and he has rejected Germany many times before-oh, it is your head of state. Your country should see this fact more thoroughly than we do. Vichy's tone gradually turned cold, "Strasbourg, what are you pretending? It's a rare visit, and you behave like a mentally handicapped patient? If this is the result of your defection to Germany, then I beg you not to waver in front of me. I'm going to change my job as a magician to perform a big transformation of living people with not 15 but 45. I really don't have the energy to entertain you with delicious food..."

"Vichy." Strasbourg stood up and pressed his shoulder, "You are emotionally unstable."

"It's not a day or two."

"That's why I need to rest even more. Ask the marshal for a week off. It's not a big problem if you don't approve those official documents—"

"You don't need to remind me, of course I know that what I do is equivalent to nothing!" Vichy pulled away the hands that tried to comfort him, and looked at Strasbourg with wide eyes, almost staring, but the corner of his mouth was still hanging. A crumbling arc like a fig leaf blocked his self-esteem, which was already riddled with holes. "That's why I can't rest even more." Poor Vichy, he was just a child. At the most humiliating moment of France, he turned into the capital of the capital, delusional to eliminate the interference of the Germanic barbarians to do great things. Seeing that the delusion was shattered, Immediately hid childishly and refused reality'—if I asked for leave, wouldn't all their ridicule come true?"

Strasbourg bowed his head.

"Don't do it, Vichy," he said. "No one laughs at you, and besides, you didn't choose this job."

"Ah……"

"You have not achieved nothing. The French economy has suffered so much exploitation since its defeat in the war. Although it is not good, at least it has not collapsed."

"It's the technocrats' work, not mine. Thank goodness there's always a few people who are doing good work besides those who throw shit at each other in Parliament, but that's about it. You see, I can't hold my breath if I want to vent so much now." I can't even give birth..." Vichy pulled out a smile that wanted to cry without tears, "I just jumped a few times at you. If it was Berlin, I wouldn't dare to breathe."

In addition to the difference in experience ability, it is also determined by your unequal status.From Strasbourg's standpoint, however, this genuine consolation cannot be said.

I could only hear the boy continue to say: "When the armistice agreement was first signed, I was also sad, sad for the shame of the motherland, and for losing your 'family'. I also hate Germany, but compared to the nobles who defeated us on the battlefield China, I am even more annoyed by Britain, which is always calculating and looting at critical moments, and I even hate Dunkirk and Lille who followed de Gaulle to England... I still hate it now, but to a different degree." He glanced at Strasbourg, his eyes disturbed but not hesitant, "...that's all I'm saying here. I hope those British pigs win the war. So much hope that I almost go to church to pray every day."

I should make a surprised expression, Strasbourg thought, but he had unconsciously made too many psychological preparations during the conversation with Vichy, which offset the original lethality of this sentence.In the past three years, although Vichy has been constrained everywhere, he has accumulated a lot of experience in observing the hypocrisy of the bureaucrats. If he, who is not good at acting, pretends to be surprised, he will inevitably be exposed twice.So he just showed a sad expression, and was about to add something, when a familiar female voice sounded from behind his ear: "Well said, I feel the same way."

Paris walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa next to Strasbourg in the blink of an eye, folding her slender legs in sailor trousers.

"Good day, Strasbourg," she said cheerfully, turning her face. "What brings you here?"

Strasbourg originally wanted to salute, but he had to save Paris: "Good day, Ms. Paris. I just came to visit Vichy and see how you are doing. It seems that I should change the subject. ..."

"No, you have too many scruples. We're doing well, otherwise I wouldn't be in the mood to dress up. Look at my body," she pointed to the pearl necklace hanging on her chest against her fair skin, "suitable ?"

Shanghai decided that the girl who danced with him yesterday told a lie.At that time, he casually praised her pearl necklace that matched the dark green corseted cheongsam. She should have accepted it as a courtesy, but she didn't want to get excited and told him how much thought she put into matching it before she came to dance, This pearl necklace was just bought from France and I was reluctant to use it, but I put it on when I met a "high-level person" like Wu Shao.Shanghai kept coping and didn't get serious with her.Today was a rest day and I could stay at home quietly, but the city government suddenly called him away, and there was nothing serious about it, I don’t know how many times I encountered a strike by auto workers when I came back, and I had to walk back to Puxi from the avenue of Pudong with both feet. Home.

After walking along the road for two hours, it is inevitable to think wildly.The blurred lights of the ballroom, the dark patterns on the cheongsam, and the pearl necklace kept swaying in his mind.Not only were they not from France, they were not even good artificial pearls, and he decided that her self-esteem would soon be shattered if she didn't get rid of material things sooner.

But what could he demand of that girl?In this Shanghai, where the competition for survival is as early as the primeval forest, people can't even afford to eat, so how can they have self-esteem for consumption?When I first met her, she was still a student at St. Mary's Girls' High School. 【Note 3】A lady from a wealthy family who doesn't know much about the world.He met by chance after the fall of the concession, and she avoided talking about her family's situation, but he still learned that her father's textile factory was on the verge of bankruptcy, and the parents were eager to sell her.Yesterday she couldn't hold back, and mentioned a few words about her fiancé, a nouveau riche who got a windfall from hoarding food during the war, bought an official in the puppet government, and already has three concubines.

She was still beaming when she talked about her pearl necklace, but her eyes were red when she talked about it. Shanghai was afraid that she would hug him and cry loudly, and give him some unclear reputation—she wasn’t I really like him.

Fortunately, the girl held back.It's just that he was a little too close, maybe he came to look for the love of father and brother that was washed away by the troubled times. "You are so strong..." she murmured, "Wherever I see you, you are always so calm. I can't do it, neither can my father and brother..."

Give you 200 extra years of life and you'll be able to do it.He thought about it, wondering if he could help her with something substantial before she got married, and concluded that he couldn't.He can't treat himself as a god, and he can ascend from the ground overnight - at present, the only thing that can do this is beyond the reach of everyone.Although the sentence "You can't be a hero" in Nanjing caused him pain for a long time, he also recognized some limitations in time, so that he would not have to suffer for the same thing for a longer time.

So it's better to cut off contact with her quickly, lest she think that he is some kind of expert who can't be manipulated by the current situation and can lift his finger to help her escape the sea of ​​suffering.He walked home and made up his mind. It was dark and the lights were on in the room.

It's Suzhou.

Suzhou watched the cooking section of "Shenzhen" with gusto. "Today's recommended dish is baofen muffin. I said, Ah Hu, these dishes always have the prefix 'bao'. What's wrong with your popular recipe here...?"

Shanghai shrugged: "I didn't eat it. The raw materials of these dishes are corn dregs that were fed to pigs before, so they are easy to find."

"Where's the rationed rice noodles?"

"By the time they ration them, I'll die of hunger."

"Oh, my place is a little better... Soybean oil is not so expensive."

"Don't talk about food, the more you talk about it, the more hungry you get. Oh, there is a good thing. Today, the mayor told me that Japan will reward me for helping them formulate a new urban plan and pay me a lot of money. 【Note 4】 He also said that in order to cultivate a good brotherly relationship between Japan and China, he would invite us to visit Singapore in two weeks."

"You promise to go?"

"Why don't you go, you can see Tianjin and Guangzhou, together with them, you can see how the people of Singapore live a life of singing and dancing under the glory of the empire, and you can eat enough."

"How can you be so willing..." Suzhou pretended to be displeased, "It's the food that comes from you?"

"Not only willingly, but also to eat with an open stomach, to eat the poor."

Suzhou covered his mouth and smiled.They used to eat dinner that was chewed slowly and still left no dregs within 5 minutes, and spent the night chatting without knowing it.Suzhou told him that the rumors were true, that there was indeed a severe famine in Henan, and that there was no reply to the letter from Hangzhou to Kaifeng throughout the winter. Finally, he received a reply last month, saying that part of the postal system in the Kuomintang-controlled area was paralyzed during the famine. I couldn't receive it, let alone send it to the Japanese-occupied area across districts. When the relief food arrived just now, I could free up my hands and say it was safe.However, several relatives are weak and need to be taken care of, so the letter cannot be too long, so I have to wait a while before explaining the details to him.

"There is Huayuankou in the front, and there is a catastrophe in the back. Natural disasters and man-made disasters have spread all over Henan in the past few years..." Suzhou said, "Hangzhou is not in a good mood. He said that according to Kaifeng, the famine has been almost half a year before the relief food arrives. , I don’t know what the government is thinking.”

Really don't know?Neither of them believed it in their hearts. "I don't know the details, so it's useless for us to guess....Let's read the magazine." Suzhou took a copy of "Violet" from the coffee table, "Is it a new issue?"

"Yes, the first issue was run by people from the Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School."【Note 5】

"Mandarin ducks and butterflies. Salvation literature has all gone underground, and now the only things that can be in the limelight are romance, love and hatred."

"Almost. But occasionally I can find good works. I haven't read this one yet."

"Then let's study and have some leisure time." Suzhou turned on the desk lamp, and the dim light outlined his thin figure on the wall, with warmth still showing in his haggard, "Is this "Agarwood Crumbs The First Burn of Incense"?"

Shanghai sat upright: "Well, please."

"I've started." Please find out the moldy green copper censer handed down in your family, light a furnace of agarwood shavings, and listen to me tell a story about Hong Kong before the war. When your furnace of agarwood shavings is finished, my story will also It's time to finish...'"

Ah... Shanghai thought, this reminded him that he didn't know how Hong Kong was doing.

It must be bad, but what exactly is bad?Hong Kong is different from him. After the war, it was directly classified as Japanese territory, and it was in the same status as North Korea and Taiwan.A few days ago, I ran into Taipei and said that he had a little contact with Hong Kong, but Hong Kong is still the same, and he doesn't care about others.

He heard a strange sense of relief: Hong Kong is like that, a person who can calmly accept the reality and live in silence.But he saw him cry, and he was embarrassed to apologize after seeing him.He could feel the repressed feelings and unspeakable pain in his heart, and the calmer he was, the more deeply he felt it.

"'...she had a strange feeling in the crowd. There was a purple blue sky above her head, and a purple winter sea at the end of the sky, but there was such a place in the bay, full of dense layers of people, Dense layers of lamps, dense layers of dazzling goods... However, besides the lights, people and goods, there is also the desolate sky and sea—boundless desolation, boundless fear, her future is also like this—unthinkable , think of only boundless terror...'"

They didn't get close at first, but the night was long and foggy, and in this vast and ruthless world, the warmth of just a single candle was worth protecting.As long as I think of him, I feel like I have a little more courage. In my hardened heart, I still dare to keep a soft wrinkle with great care.

Call Hong Kong, he thought, with luck, maybe we can chat a little more.

It's just that this story...was written too bleakly.

"It's suitable." Strasbourg replied, "...Although it's a combination I haven't seen before, it looks good."

Paris smiled confidently: "Well, Chanel's new styles are always guaranteed. This is the case on my side. What about yours?"

"It's not very good. Berlin and they thought they could win the battle quickly. Once the Stalingrad incident happened, they knew there was no hope." Thinking of the tragic situation on the Eastern Front heard from the wounded who came back sporadically, and the forcible situation in their own jurisdiction Strasbourg couldn’t hide the heavy tone of the conscripted soldiers, “They...we are stuck in a protracted war. Food is getting less and less, and we have to desperately produce supplies for the front line. There is even a shortage of people. I am not even in the university. There are not many young men here, and if there are any, they will be missing arms and legs."

"It sounds really heartbreaking." Paris nodded sincerely, "It would be great if your country also took six weeks to defeat the Soviet Union! Of course, this is not your fault. Without the Soviet Union, there will be so much trouble. The head of state will definitely create one for us. A peaceful and prosperous new Europe." Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Vichy, who was feeling uncomfortable all over, "If it weren't for those damned Bolsheviks' obstruction, Vichy wouldn't need to temporarily practice the magic trick of changing 45 people."

But when you walked in the door, you said "I deeply agree with you"?Strasbourg echoed with a forced smile, mentioning that he had brought some local white wine that only high-ranking officials could afford to drink, in exchange for which Paris repeatedly thanked: "I haven't had Alsace white wine for several years... How sweet you are!"

She changed the subject abruptly: "But you have another purpose. I don't believe they will let you come here without official business."

You can't tell a lie while she's watching.This realization had already existed when Paris came with Louis XIV in the 17th century. At that time, he knelt down on one knee and respectfully accepted the Sun King’s declaration of annexation. Is there hatred in my heart? 【Note 6】"If I say yes, can I reject it?"

"No."

"Then there is no point in asking that, sir."

"It makes sense. Whether you like it or not, you are already a French subject, and knowing what your subjects think is the most important thing. I like to hear beautiful words, but the 'truth' behind the beauty is worthy of our relentless pursuit-what do you think, Ster Russberg?"

Her blue eyes at that time were like a deep lake like today, with a serious and sly gleam floating in them.Finally, the atmosphere eased, and he secretly prayed that the next words would not be tense again: "My country thinks that the arrest of Jews in your country is not enough, so I sent me to supervise."

Vichy, who hadn't made a sound for a long time, let out an oh. "Thanks for your hard work," he said, "I'm not good at doing things."

"No need to apologize, I'm just going around and pretending. The ones that are really tight are mainly in Eastern Europe. I went to Poland to observe, where the black smoke of burning corpses in the death camp billowed into the sky. A pause... Ah," he waved his hand, "I shouldn't have said these things either."

"This one shouldn't, that one shouldn't, so what else can you say?" Vichy's face was grim, and Paris laughed, "It's okay, don't waste your energy on avoiding sensitive topics uselessly. Let me tell you, Gui If the country fully mobilizes its citizens to engage in logistics production, effectively mobilizes the natural resources of the conquered areas, and wastes less energy in killing Jews in different ways, abusing people in occupied areas, and formulating racial optimization plans that look beautiful but may be zero. There is also the internal struggle for power, you could have brought down the Soviet Union long ago, and the United States will retreat in spite of the difficulties, and offer you a large sum of money after negotiating peace. It's a pity...it's a pity."

Paris sighed and shook her head exaggeratedly.Er, she asked, "Am I wrong? Forgive me for being dull-witted. I can't see clearly your country's long-term plans behind these pretended waste of resources."

"No..." said Strasbourg softly, "you're absolutely right. Take those things away, and the reason for this war goes away too."

Vichy's body shook, and he stared at him incredulously.

Paris did not speak immediately.She got up and poured white wine for them, but she didn't pour it for herself.She paced to the window and faced the two of them. She was silent for a long time before she spoke. Her voice was calm and cold, like melting snow in the Alps: "Three years ago, when your country attacked us, our country was in a mess. Without external force, it would have already been in chaos." The bloated and incompetent parliament, the unresponsive army, the panic-stricken people... and then lost until my underwear disappeared. After being under house arrest in Berlin for nearly half a year, I couldn't calm down to accept the reality. It's strange, isn't it? Armistice agreement The signing has already been completed, the Vichy government has started to operate, we have been fighting with Germany for hundreds of years, and it is not the first time I have seen German troops march into my city. In terms of excitement, watching Thiers and the Prussian government team up to strangle Paris The commune was much more stimulating than this, but I was as calm as a piece of ice at that time. So why I couldn’t accept it so much and felt so uncomfortable——I haven’t figured this out thoroughly yet, but I finally understand part of it.

"It's a disgrace to lose the war. What should we do after the defeat? Everyone sees the parliament and the democratic system as the culprits. They think that as long as the new government finds a respectable old man to do it, the people of the whole country will obey the same voice and pursue the same goal. Sweeping away the cancer of the past, fascism seems to have become a good medicine to save our country, and even the "Republic" for which we shed an unknown amount of blood can be wiped from the name of the country. They are in the abyss of failure Grabbing a reed, thinking it would save lives, I threw away everything and hurried up. The new France that started from Vichy seems to be on the road again in hope; but I can feel that my people have become Weak. They have tasted the bitterness, and they shrink back, not daring to take responsibility, dreaming of hiding under the cover of the family, closing their eyes and thinking about nothing, and living a good life with Marshal Pétain. By the way, they act as friends Occasionally help Germany, and when Germany creates a new world, it will naturally enjoy the blessings.

"Experience tells me that there are no such cheap things in the world. It also tells me that my country is turning the clock back. Sure enough, look at Vichy - our government is just a crumbling replica of the 18th century court, calling on the people to do a good job. The Marshal of the Great Reformation of Morals is just an old man surrounded by a group of quarreling bureaucrats, he is panicked and exhausted physically and mentally. In the past, the Germans swaggered in the north, and you southerners can pretend not to see it; but the British and American troops landed in North Africa , the Germans rushed over as soon as they got angry, regardless of whether you are in the free zone or the occupied zone."

Vichy turned her face away: "Casablanca she... she still allows Washington and London to hold meetings at her home. She knows that this will make our situation even more difficult?"

"She sure knows. But don't resent her, Vichy, don't resent anyone for your pain. I thought I hated Berlin, hated the Germans, and only recently realized that wasn't true.  … Our hate should be worth more They and we have actually made the same mistakes. Immersed in vain fantasies, looking for a leader, thinking that life will automatically drive in a good direction, and giving up thinking and making choices about their own destiny-they, too Victims. After all, the Axis powers list so many noble goals, but who has seriously asked: What is race? What is glory? What is national socialism? The cause of this war-this part of our existence What is the truth of the mainland?"

Strasbourg looked silently, and the figure of Paris seemed to overlap with her who stood in front of him smiling and asking questions in the 17th century.However, time has passed and her face has not changed, but her eyes are less sly and more sad.

He grabbed the wine glass and looked up to take a sip. The heat flowed through his throat, and suddenly he had a long-lost impulse. "It's hard to answer," he said while taking advantage of the impulse. The region is wasting energy on pointless and even contemptible things. Unfortunately, it is these things that constitute the reason for war. Although I can’t answer, I can confirm that the occupied countries are not worth suffering for them, and the Axis It's not worth shedding blood for them."

"Yes - absolutely not worth it! Self-knowledge is the top priority, and people have been lost for too long. The Axis powers are on the war machine, burning on the surface, and a soulless shell inside, relying on time and time again. Only the victory of the blitzkrieg maintains its shape, and once it is defeated, it will soon fall apart." Paris put one hand on the window lattice and turned around slowly.

"Strasbourg. Whether you Alsace-Lorraine belong to France, Germany or independent countries, what I want to say will not change: Your current master, Berlin, is on this road... There is no future. "

There was no schadenfreude in her tone.

"When the Franco-Prussian War failed and the Paris Commune collapsed, although I witnessed the tragedy, there was always an unyielding spirit flying from the ashes of the victims, and it was with the people. That is hope, which is absolutely true and in line with' "True" hope. What I was with the people three years ago was just a bubble of hope. I am afraid that is why I feel so uncomfortable... Fortunately, the bubble is almost shattered. Hope, only when the bubble is gone , so we can see where it really is.”

Strasbourg was still pondering the deep meaning of the Paris dialect, and Vichy on the opposite side had already played it, his face was full of shock: "What do you mean...'When the bubble disappears, you can see its true location'?"

Paris replied lightly: "As you think, Vichy."

"But...but! You are the legal capital of France, how can you openly surrender to the enemy! Lyon, yes, and Lyon, he has been out of order for a long time, ever since the mayor he liked was arrested..."【Note 7 ] Vichy was incoherent in anxiety, "Is he with you?"

"Let me not talk about this for now. Don't get me wrong, I will stay in my jurisdiction and maintain a 'cooperative' relationship with the German authorities. But soon I have a big business to deal with, and I will have more privacy after that." [Note 8] "You...!"

Vichy sat back down, covering her face with her hands, blocking the tears that were pouring out of her eyes.Don't abandon me, Miss Paris, he screamed in his heart. In the face of this deteriorating situation, only you are my pillar.What should I do if you also deny my legitimacy?

"It doesn't matter if you two denounce me," his soon-to-be-abandoned prop declared proudly, "just don't let the Gestapo expect to pry a word out of me."

He couldn't help it anymore, tears rolled down from between his fingers: "Stop joking! Once they find out, they might really kill you if they find out! I won't be able to stop it!"

"Then it's my bad luck..." The other party felt relieved, "It doesn't matter. When I was born, the Gaul region was still wild; I didn't live for France, but I was happy to die for her."

Tap-tap footsteps.Paris bent down, gently pulled his hand away, and wiped away his tears.

"I'm sorry, Vichy. I love you all, so I have to do this. Because of my incompetence, you have been wronged too much these years. When everything is over, I will take care of you... No," she shook her head, "I I dare not say that I can compensate you, but at least we can calm down and have a good talk."

Vichy couldn't remember how he responded later, whether he forgave her or not.In the foggy vision, he only remembered Strasbourg whispering in Alsatian to wish her well, and Paris expressed his thanks, said a few gossips to adjust the atmosphere, and then left.

She came like the wind and went like the wind.

Was she visiting his home suddenly to explain her determination and whereabouts?Or is there another unspeakable reason, and I just want to bury it quietly in my heart?In the following years, Vichy kept recalling this past event, and the clearer her words became in the repeated pictures of memories, the more complicated and confusing what she wanted to convey to them.

But in the end, how could he have the right to forgive her?

She is Paris.The splendor of the flowers, the blood of the dead, the pure white clouds and the pitch-black midnight all seem to be inadvertently gathered together in Paris.Long before she calmly uttered the declaration that she would die for France without regret, he should have understood: that person's world, he can look at and follow, but never reach.

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Note 1: The guarantee of providing 15 labor force for Germany was premised on Germany’s release of 5 prisoners of war. Once this measure was implemented, it caused riots in Lyon and other places, and Germany’s release of prisoners of war has been slow.

Note 2: The Alsace-Lorraine region is a traditional dispute area between France and Germany, and has changed hands several times in history.Strictly speaking, Alsace-Lorraine at this time is under the jurisdiction of the civil administrator and has not yet been officially incorporated into Germany, but the intention of annexation has been clearly expressed.

Note 3: St. Mary's Girls' High School was run by the Anglican Church of the United States. After liberation, it merged with Shixi Girls' High School to form today's Shanghai No. [-] Girls' High School. (It is said that there are boys classes =.=)

Note 4: Japan has formulated relatively advanced plans for many cities occupied in modern times, which have certain research value, and related books and papers are easy to find.

Note 5: Mandarin Duck and Butterfly belongs to modern Chinese popular literature, aimed at public readers, and the subject matter is mainly love. In May 1943, the inaugural issue of "Violet" edited by Zhou Shoujuan, a writer of this genre, published Zhang Ailing's "Agarwood Chips: The First Incense".

Note 6: After the Thirty Years' War, Alsace-Lorraine, which belonged to the Holy Roman Empire, was transferred to France. Later, the "Edict of Fontainebleau" promulgated by Louis XIV implemented a policy of religious intolerance, resulting in the expulsion of many Protestants from this area. two regions.

Note 7: The mayor of Lyon, Herriot, is a leftist and pro-Soviet faction, and is imprisoned in Germany at this time.In addition, Lyon is also the center of the resistance movement in northern France.

Note 8: In November 1942, after the Allied forces captured North Africa, Germany invaded the free zone in southern France, which made it unnecessary for the resistance organization to stay in the south. The conditions for concealment in Paris made the resistance organization concentrate in the city.Here "there is a big thing to do" refers to the National Resistance Committee meeting in Paris in May 11, which formulated a unified program and coordinated the subsequent resistance activities.