Beiping City, Inner Sixth District.
The Inner Six Districts are numbered by the National Government in Peiping City. They cover the Forbidden City and the east and west urban areas. They are the largest area in the inner city of Beiping City and are commonly known as the Imperial City by locals.
The night is getting deeper and the cold wind is blowing.
It's New Year's Eve, and this thousand-year-old capital is filled with a festive atmosphere of the upcoming New Year. Red Spring Festival couplets are posted on the door of every house, and those who have a little wealth light red candles and hang red lanterns on the door.
Thousands of households are festive and lively, full of New Year flavor.
No. 18 Jinguo Hutong, Chongwen House.
The house is not big, and as soon as you enter the small courtyard, you can see that it is cheap and conveniently located. The bustling New Year atmosphere that should be there is not reflected in this room in Chongwen House.
A large white inscription hanging on the main entrance.
The courtyard was deserted and silent, with a few wreaths placed on both sides, and a group of tall National Revolutionary Army soldiers standing in line quietly, facing the mourning hall set up in the main room.
Head hurts……
Where is this?
Yu Hua regained consciousness and woke up leisurely. He felt a dizzy and painful feeling on his head. He opened his somewhat hazy eyes. When the picture gradually became clear, what came into view was a row of incense candles, with a mourning hall above. Put a black and white portrait.
The man in the portrait has sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, a resolute face, wearing a military uniform, with the rank of captain on his collar, and a blue sky and white sun flower inlaid in the middle of his hat.
It is surrounded by simple wooden structures full of age, a wooden table, a few stools, and a huge portrait of Sun Yat-sen hanging in front of it. The architectural style of the whole house is older than that of my grandfather, and the environment is the same as where I am. Rentals vary widely.
Looking back at himself, he was kneeling on the flexible straw futon. The stinging sensation caused by kneeling for a long time came from his knees, which made Yu Hua completely awake. Seeing this scene, his heart skipped a beat, and his vigilance and reflexes were fully heightened. .
what happened?
Am I not in a rental house on campus?
Also, where is the university notice I just opened?
Yu Hua made a rough observation, frowned slightly, and had a guess in his mind, but he was a little unsure: "Am I traveling through time?"
Is it time travel?
It seemed so, but he didn't dare to be sure, but Yu Hua could clearly feel that he was not dreaming. The group of armed Kuomintang officers in the mourning hall were no joke.
At this time, a stream of information poured out like water and went straight to his mind.
"It hurts..." The flow of information that appeared hit his mind like a torrent, becoming more and more intense. Yu Hua's brain felt a tingling sensation, followed by dizziness. His brows were furrowed. He didn't dare to move, so he could only grit his teeth and bear it. .
Fortunately, this feeling came and went quickly. After ten seconds, when the strong dizziness disappeared, various readable information appeared in my mind.
Looking through the information, just as Yu Hua guessed, he had indeed traveled through time.
From the modern society of 2021, we return to the New Year's Eve of the 26th year of the Republic of China, that is, February 10, 1937 AD.
The original name of this body is Yu Hua. He is seventeen years old and a high school student. He studied at Peking Municipal No. 4 Middle School. He is originally from Chengdu, Sichuan Province. He lived and studied in Peiping with his father. He is the only one in the family. His mother has died of illness long ago. The father and son depend on each other. .
My father, Yu Qinghe, was the captain and company commander of the 29th Army of the National Revolutionary Army. He was an upright man and did not have the arrogance and lewdness of ordinary military officers. With a salary that could be considered a high salary, he bought this one-in-four small house in Peiping. Yu Hua went to the hospital and supported Yu Hua to study in the No. 4 Middle School.
On weekdays, since his father is not at home, Yu Hua basically manages his own life.
Today, New Year's Eve, I should have enjoyed the blessing of family reunion, but yesterday, on my way home, Yu Qinghe was attacked by traitors and was killed at the south entrance of Jinguo Hutong.
Yesterday, Yu Hua planned to have a nice meal with his father, who was rarely on vacation, and discuss matters such as whether to apply for National Peking University or National Tsinghua University, but he never expected to learn the news of his father's murder.
The news was like a bolt from the blue. From yesterday to now, Yu Hua has not had a drop of water and is in low spirits.
A quarter of an hour ago, Yu Qinghe's colleagues, superiors and subordinates came to mourn. Yu Hua accompanied him. Because the death of a close relative was too painful, he never thought of dying directly, and kept his body in a kneeling posture before death.
"This Yu Hua is also a miserable person. His father was killed on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, and today is New Year's Eve. This blow is indeed too great." Yu Hua silently read this memory from Yu Hua's lifetime, feeling a little helpless about this sudden time travel. He sighed softly, this person from the Republic of China was quite pitiful.
A close relative was killed on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, and there was a funeral on New Year's Eve. He died out of frustration. To be honest, it was not ordinary miserable and pitiful.
After having a basic understanding of the situation, as a newly-passed person, Yu Hua maintained his kneeling posture while using his peripheral vision to quietly observe several Kuomintang officers in the mourning hall.
There were five people in total, and the leader was about forty years old. He was wearing a military cap and stood upright, lowering his head to mourn Yu Qinghe above the mourning hall.
The soldiers in the yard are temporarily invisible. According to the memory of the predecessor, there are about the number of soldiers in a squad.
No danger. ——After observing and seeing everyone's reactions, Yu Hua breathed a sigh of relief. These people were here to express their condolences, rather than pretending to express condolences but actually looking for trouble.
Very good, no danger.
A good situation and manageable.
Yu Hua withdrew his gaze and did not dare to move, for fear of causing trouble. He endured the tingling sensation in his knees and maintained an upright kneeling posture.
Kneel down, think of it as kneeling down to worship the anti-Japanese heroes.
In order to survive, life is important, not shabby.
Facing the Kuomintang army, Yu Hua does not resist or reject it, but must be careful and highly vigilant.
In the mourning hall, no one noticed Yu Hua's change.
"The mourning is over, and the death notice is now read out to the families of the fallen officers." A calm accent with a northern accent sounded, reaching the ears of Yu Hua, who gently raised his right knee.
"Yu Qinghe, male, 36 years old, originally from Chengdu, Sichuan Province, with an advanced primary school education, commander of the 2nd Company, 1st Battalion, 228th Regiment, 112th Brigade, 38th Division, 29th Army of the National Revolutionary Army, with the rank of captain. January 19, 2019 of the Republic of China He joined the army on the first day and participated in the Battle of Xifengkou. He took the lead and was brave and tenacious. He killed 12 Japanese invaders and was awarded the fourth-class Baoding Medal..."
"On February 9, the 26th year of the Republic of China, he was attacked and killed by traitors in Ping'an Lane, Sixth District, Peking. We hereby notify you."
The leading Kuomintang officer held a death notice and solemnly read out the contents. His words were solemn and solemn, which spread throughout the mourning hall and outside the house, reaching everyone's ears.
My cheap dad actually killed twelve little devils. ——Yu Hua heard this. As a fan of the fractured army in his previous life, he knew the weight of this achievement and admired it in his heart.
Immediately afterwards, the whole person sighed inwardly, with a sad expression on his face: "Dad..."
A mournful and sad cry came out immediately after.
As a son of man, is it appropriate not to cry when you hear the news that your father has been killed?
This is inappropriate.
Even if you are pretending, you have to pretend.
Call it sad, Yu Hua is not sad, after all, this is not his real biological father.
Not sad, but Yu Hua felt bad. After all, this was an anti-Japanese soldier, a hero who eliminated twelve Japanese invaders.
I can only pretend and barely get through.
The cries spread throughout the mourning hall, and the pain of parting from a loved one contained in them was so real that the listeners were moved and the listeners felt. It made all the officers and soldiers of the Kuomintang who came to pay their respects feel the same.
"The surviving family member Yu Hua, based on the "Interim Regulations on Army Pensions", is issued a one-time pension of 300 yuan, and can receive an annual pension of 150 yuan from the Military Pensions Department of the Nanjing National Government every year. This is the pension of your father Yu Qinghe, Military Supplies Department Approved this morning, every cent is worth it.”
After reading the document in his hand, the major officer sighed, then took a step forward, came to Yu Hua, took out two light yellow envelopes from his arms, and said: "In addition, the brothers have pooled some money together, and I treat it as a token of my heart." , put them all away.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the envelope containing the 300 yuan pension and the death notice, plus another envelope containing some belongings, were handed to Yu Hua.
Regarding Yu Qinghe's death pension, the division commander Zhang Zizhong personally ordered that no one dared to give a cent to Yu Qinghe. Violators would be punished under military law.
Since Yu Qinghe was usually friendly to his colleagues and cherished his subordinates, the brothers in his unit pooled some money together before leaving.
The money is not much, only ten dollars, it is a kind gesture, as long as it can be helpful.
"Thank you, uncles. Hua will not forget your great kindness and will definitely repay it in the future." After hearing this, Yu Hua took the death notice and two envelopes with both hands. Without getting up, he turned around and knelt down in the ceremony of the Son of Man. Thank you to the Major and other officers.
"I don't ask for anything in return. As long as you live well, our mission this time has been completed and we still have military affairs to attend to, so we won't bother you." The major officer shook his head and glanced at the young and somewhat scholarly man. The angry Yu Hua gave an instruction and then said goodbye.
"I'll see you off."
Hearing this, Yu Hua did not say anything to persuade him to stay. He first collected the three things and then sent the group of Kuomintang officers and soldiers belonging to the 29th Army away from home.
After the group of armed soldiers had gone away, Yu Hua carefully closed the door, locked it, and then used two pillars to block the door.
careful.
In this chaotic era, you can never be too careful.
…
After finishing all this, Yu Hua walked through the small courtyard and returned to the main room.
Looking at the mourning hall and looking at the man in the black and white portrait, Yu Hua sighed softly, took three incense sticks from the incense table, lit them with the burning candle, and inserted them squarely in the center of the incense burner:
"Uncle Yu Qinghe, it's not that I won't kneel to you, but I really can't. Please forgive me. I will definitely give you and Yu Hua incense and paper money on every Qingming Festival and death anniversary. If there is a chance, I will also find the person who killed you. Traitor, I will pay homage at your tomb."
There was a hint of respect in the words.
You really need to respect him. This is an anti-Japanese soldier who sacrificed his life for his country. He will never be judged as a martyr in the future.
In terms of age, Yu Qinghe is still an 'old man' who is 104 years older than him.
No matter from which aspect, Yu Hua must respect him.
After laying incense and making a promise, Yu Hua picked up three things and left the mourning hall, and went to the bedroom according to the memory in his mind.
