[Douluo] Tang Yuke can't laugh

"It's raining."

"...Yes, it's raining."

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

"Long time no see, let me see you."

"Are you still leaving?"

"It's not dawn yet, for the time being, just stay for a while."

"elder brother."

"Xiao Ke."

"I don't really understand the righteousness of the family and the country you are talking about. I only know that Mr. Rabe is gone."

"..."

"No one can protect you anymore! Brother!"

"But...here..."

"Yeah. I know, I love it here too."

"I……"

"...You take Arjun and go, brother, I'll stay, before this safe zone is unreasonably breached!"

"Xiao Ke!"

"Brother!" The voice trembled, "I am a woman! I know exactly what will happen to me if I stay! But if this can save a little time for you to go first! Of course I will!"

"...I don't want...the next time I see you...the heads outside the embassy!"

"Xiao Ke..."

"Brother... have I told you? I... am not going to die... I don't even know if I should say it's your sister... In my last life, my last life, a long time ago... all Didn't drink Mengpo soup... You have to listen to the old man! Now I am older than you! Listen to me! Take Aqiong away!"

"Luke!"

"Lu Yunyi!"

"...Really..." It was a long sigh and a bitter smile, "Then we two are evened...Me too, I have never drank something like Mengpo soup...And your brother and I You're not human yet... Be obedient, really, be obedient, I can handle it, you take Arjun away... Be good, don't lose your temper."

"Brother! What I said is true!"

"It's true what I said."

There was a chattering sound from outside, the young man shrank his pupils, and pushed his two younger sisters out of the back door.

Lu Ke bit her lower lip - she wanted to go in!

But no.

A mere mortal body... that's all, it's not enough to resist guns.

What's more... In her arms, there is her three-year-old sister Arjun.

The girl stumbled and ran towards the distant river.

Only the sound of an explosion behind him was heard.

It was as if tears had frozen in the air.

In the end, there is no escape.

14 years old, even girl's teenage chest bleeding profusely.

pain.

But can't call out.

She bit off a piece of flesh from her lower lip and swallowed it, stifling the scream in her throat.

Fortunately... by the river... I found wooden barrels and tools that seemed to be left by shipbuilders a long time ago.

Before she had time to pour out the white ash that had been mixed with the stagnant water, she directly stuffed her sister into the wooden barrel with waist-deep water.

He couldn't open his mouth, blood clogged his throat.

My vision started to blur and I couldn't see anything anymore.

However, this is not the end.

In any case, even if that child was smothered in a bucket—it was better than it is now!

What's more - she wants to live, there is only such a small probability.

Go gamble.

When she touched the hammer on the ground, she didn't care if the nail scratched her finger, and regardless of the pain of her finger being smashed to pieces in the blurred vision, she just used all her strength to hit, hit, hit.

Finally, along with the wooden barrel, he fell into the water.

The child in the barrel dared not make a sound in the darkness.

But tears crawled over his face and soaked his cheeks.

I can't cry.

Can't cry.

The girl fell into the water, using her last strength to grab the long black waterweed in the dark red water.

That is also a girl.

Can't go up.

Even if you die in this water, it is better than going up.

So be it.

She finally opened her mouth and screamed, screamed, and screamed silently at the bottom of the water.

Until the end, her long hair fell loose.

It has also become a waterweed.

The author has something to say:

Today [-]

Memorial Day in Nanjing, China.

Very interesting.

A group of people went to CCTV to pay homage to the article, beep beep, hate the Japanese, disrespect Japanese friends, and riot with their friends, only to be torn apart by another round of ridicule.

A patriotic person who paid attention to it today fired at a certain Japanese painter who helped Kawashima Yoshiko and an unofficial transfer in the troublesome mobile game starting with f. As a result, the painter Zeng Xcheng made fun of patriotism, and then a group of three views were not right. She dared to tear Helena's broken dress, why didn't she delete the game? After various evidences proved that this was an unofficial act of a certain month and was even rejected. At the same time, she was also Helena's chef and heartbroken her own heroic spirit.

Then...hehe.

It's almost like the whole person is about to explode.

Been to the Holocaust Memorial three times.

deep impression.

That was a real tragedy.

But our ancestors are engraved on the memorial hall with weeping blood.

not hatred.

And forgive.

It can be forgiven, but not forgotten.

These are the last words written in the memorial hall.

Some things in the episode were told by an old lady at that time. If she hadn’t been hidden in a nearly airtight wooden barrel and drifted away from Nanjing, she might not have lived to see us.

And I didn't even write one-thousandth of the tragedy at that time.

She is now dead, and she was only three years old that year.

The muddy water at that time caused her eyesight to be bad all the time, and the near-suffocation experience also led to her habit of stopping breathing in the middle of the night and angina pectoris due to poor cardiopulmonary function.

She passed away when I went to Nanjing for the third time.

That year was [-].

It can be considered a long life, but I heard from my teacher that her last days have been very painful.

I have nightmares every day.

It seems that he was scared to death by his own dream in the end.

The deceased is dead, no offense intended, rest in peace.

To this day, a certain government still does not recognize some facts.

But what our great country has always emphasized is the Five Principles of Peaceful Coexistence and the inviolability of territorial sovereignty. Even if a certain government pays homage to a certain shrine every year, it just chooses to ignore it for the sake of peace.

To be honest, are we really afraid?

This is just the traditional virtue of the flower house rabbit.

I have a mother who sells a lot and I must talk about it.

I love my motherland, deeply.

I love my nation, whose majesty cannot be violated.

I love my ancestors who built this country with their bones.

There are countless evidences to prove that the behavior of Japan at that time was real.

I also admire those Japanese artists. Countless people frankly described the reality of Japan at that time in their novels. Even a large number of Japanese cartoonists and animation masters admit and feel guilty about this history, such as Hayao Miyazaki and Natsuhiko Kyogoku. .

But I can't tolerate these guys who kneel and lick Japan unconditionally and even think that we are madmen who grab the past and explode as soon as they step on it.

g point?

No.

This is the bottom line of being a Chinese.

If you dare not even admit that you are a son and daughter of China, you don't even have a sense of identity as a Chinese.

That's really sad.

That's all for this.

Write today.

Nanjing Road must be very congested today.

But don't worry, walk slowly, no one will stop you.

Because, even in the cold wind, even if there is only a little bit of people.

We are all holding lights.

Light your way home.

This is the mourning of 14 billion people for 30 people.

My dear motherland, I hope to see you king in the world one day.

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Actually, I don't want to write more.

Please forgive my negativity.

My apologies to you guys.

But I will still speak.

Whether it is losing fans or losing income, I must talk about it.

Even after this passage, I still have to stay up late to catch up on manuscripts to make posters for the club, and the day after tomorrow for the Baduanjin exam. I have to hand in the [-]-word paper on how to deal with medical risks and business expansion. I have no time at all. I also have to talk about typing more texts.

However, it is not a moral kidnapping such as the Chinese.

It's just a madman's ego rant.

Thank you for seeing here.

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