Cheng Ye burst into tears when he saw this.
He didn't know what Su Ru'er went through that day, but his ears were filled with her screams and the Japanese soldiers' lewd laughter.
The scenes not suitable for children were mosaic, and Cheng Ye could not see anything clearly.
He could only vaguely see the Japanese soldiers passing by one by one and walking away one by one.
Finally, everyone stabbed her with a saber.
Her weak moans excited them, and they tortured her with increasingly cruel methods.
Su Ruer's face was still wearing exquisite makeup, and her ears were wearing jade earrings given by Lu Yang.
Xiaotian tore it off with his ears, wiped it casually on his clothes, and threw it into his pocket.
You can also exchange money.
Gradually, Su Ruer became weaker and weaker.
She was like a broken rag doll, no longer sounding, with a huge gaping hole in her chest.
Blood dripped down bloody.
The tears have dried up, leaving a bright white streak at the corner of his eyes.
The tip of the saber was stained with hot blood, falling drop by drop.
Joyful laughter filled the small room.
"flower girl."
"The flower girl in wedding dress."
Little Japan had a great time, laughing one after another, getting louder and louder.
But Su Ruer could no longer make any sound.
She is dead.
Completely dead.
…
After collecting the remaining things in Yanchun Tower, Little Japan patted his butt and left.
They were withdrawing their troops and had to gather somewhere quickly.
At this time, Lu Yang had just escaped, and he limped to Yanchun Tower.
There were injuries on his hands and legs.
He ran all the way back without a car.
I fell down a few times in the middle.
He ran back desperately just to pick up Su Ruer.
But……
That's too late.
Lu Yang went crazy when he saw the scene in front of him. He didn't expect that in just one night, they would be separated forever.
He roared angrily, like a ferocious beast.
But nothing can be done.
When a person dies, he or she dies, and there is no resurrection from the dead.
The smell of blood filled his nostrils, his eyes were scarlet and veins bulged.
There is no way around it.
Nothing can be done.
…
Cheng Ye felt his eyes moist.
He originally thought that Lu Yang didn't come because he was avoiding the disaster, but he never thought that he would come crawling.
It's just a pity that it came a step too late.
But if Su Ruer knew about it, she would be glad that he came a little late...
The scene in front of me changed.
Lu Yang is already 80 years old.
He could barely walk, so he walked to the desk and started writing a letter.
His handwriting is so beautiful, and even though he is old, his writing power is still as strong as ever.
To Su Ruer:
We miss each other and cannot love each other.
But I never put you down.
I admit all my cowardice, arrogance, cowardice and naivety.
But my love for you has always been sincere.
The sky lanterns all over the sky that day were really beautiful. Everyone was praying, and so was I.
I thought we would be together the next day, but I didn’t expect that God played a joke on us.
Write this.
The old man raised his hand and wiped the tears from his eyes.
He took a long breath and continued writing:
I love you much.
What a beautiful existence you are, with your soft little hands that are not stained by spring water, your beautiful singing voice, and your gentle personality.
You consider me so much that you are not willing to argue with me even if you feel aggrieved.
Actually I know it all.
But, forgive me for my cowardice when I was young.
I always feel that something will pass if I don't touch it. Only when I get older do I realize how ridiculous I am.
I later went back and all I saw was your body.
That was the most miserable look I have ever seen.
The doggy little Japan has ravaged your body to pieces, and all your flesh and blood has been shattered into pieces and scattered on the ground.
The originally warm cabin that belonged to us seemed to have been baptized with blood.
Every time I think about that hellish scene, I feel cold in my heart, my back feels cold, and my hands tremble.
How could this be done!
The strong smell of blood filled my nostrils, making my brain unable to think, and anger surged instantly.
No matter life or death, I just want to avenge you.
I wanted to kill them right then!
Kill them!
Kill them!
When the elderly Lu Yang wrote this paragraph, he obviously couldn't control his emotions. He wrote "Kill them" repeatedly on the paper!
He was so strong that he almost cut the paper.
After a while, the elderly Lu Yang calmed down a little.
The ends of his eyes were red, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes.
He held the pen tremblingly and continued to write on the paper:
You were once so beautiful.
It's like a fairy descending to earth, so beautiful.
Why, why were you tortured like this?
How much pain do you have to have?
Every time I think about that scene, it feels like there are countless knives scratching my heart, and it hurts so much that I can't breathe.
You are usually a little girl who can't even drink hot tea, but now, you are riddled with holes and your body has been turned into a pile of broken bones.
I hate!
I hate it!
I desperately want to rush out and kill them!
You know I never cry, but that day I cried.
I held your broken face in my hands and couldn't help crying.
I picked up the sword they left on the floor and prepared to rush out and fight them.
The blood on your floor is still hot, they must not have gone far.
Anger filled my whole brain.
I walked out with the knife.
However, as soon as I stepped out of the door, a gust of cold wind hit me and woke me up.
You are such a precious existence, how can I let you have no one to worship you?
How could I allow your bones to be turned into dust and blown by the wind without being buried?
I can not do it.
Living is more tortured than dying, and I want to use my life to compensate you.
I resisted all my urges to die and returned to the house.
I knelt down to collect all your bones, and I put you in a box while crying.
The Chinese value a fallen leaf returning to its roots and resting in its soil.
You are alive, I did not protect you.
If you die, I will accompany you forever.
Later, reform and opening up came.
I returned to Dongjiang.
Now, Dongjiang has been renamed Dongshi.
I buried you on your favorite mountain.
I come to see you every year, whenever I can.
Let me tell you what happened over the years.
I chatted with you as if no one else was around, as if we were still together and you were still by my side.
I feel like we've never left each other.
I have no children in my life, my life is yours, and I will live only for you in this life.
…
But, Ru'er, I'm old now and can't walk anymore.
I haven't visited you in several years...
Your grave doesn’t know how those weeds will bully you...
It's time for me to come with you...
…
The screen stretches.
Behind the old man, a rope had already been hung.
It hung there alone, swaying in the wind.
