The big explosion on the Bund brought a sad atmosphere to the whole of Shanghai. Two or three hours after the explosion, the sky began to darken. On the corner of Tibet Road and Macau Hall Road, dozens of thin coffins were neatly placed.

This is just one of the places where the remains of the victims of the big explosion are collected. The coffins contain the remains of the victims of the big explosion. Every body is bloody, some are incomplete, the flesh and blood are blurred, and the coffin lid is not closed. Waiting

Relatives of the victims came to claim their relatives. Some relatives had confirmed that their relatives had been killed. Some people with white hair sent people with black hair, and some people with black hair sent people with white hair. The scene was full of farewell wailing, and the sky was filled with mourning! The sky gradually darkened.

The darkness and the endless wailing are intertwined to form the truest face of war. It is so ferocious and sad!

While people are sad, they hate this damn war so much! They hate the damn Japanese so much!

In a corner of the coffin parking area, a woman in her twenties stood in front of a coffin with light makeup. The woman was thin and thin, with tears on her beautiful cheeks. She stared at the victims in the coffin in front of her.

A middle-aged woman had been comforting her softly for a long time. Finally, the young woman spoke: "Mother, why am I so miserable!" After speaking, she sobbed again, and then said: "Yesterday

He escaped in a hurry, without bringing out any clothes or daily necessities, and his wages for the past two months had not been paid. He thought about how long this battle would last, and prices were skyrocketing.

At my mother-in-law's house, I can't be too much of a burden to you, my mother-in-law, so when he saw that the traffic had not been cut off, he went over to handle these things in the afternoon. Before leaving, he told me that the national army was engaged in an air war, and it was safe to stay at home.

Don't go out. I didn't expect that when he passed through the big world, he encountered bombings. He didn't expect that this farewell would become forever! He didn't expect that the honeymoon was not over before he encountered this damn war!"

The woman became more and more excited as she spoke, and her voice became louder and louder, attracting the attention of the surrounding people who came to claim the body. She wiped her tears again and saw that several people around her had noticed her words and did not avoid them.

Then he gritted his teeth and said loudly: "Okay! Everything is gone, our house is gone, our lover is gone, and our home is gone. These are all caused by the Japanese invasion. I want revenge! I want to kill the Japanese."

!Wait for me, we will reunite again after revenge!"

After saying that, she placed a slender silver hair ornament in the coffin, turned around and left decisively.

Her words resonated with everyone, and everyone present hated the Japanese invasion.

At the body recognition site, Zhang Yipu, who was about to leave, was attracted by the young woman's words. He saw every move of the woman saying goodbye to her husband. Seeing her firm steps of turning away, Zhang Yipu also turned around and followed her.

On Nanjing Road, Yang An, Zhao Jianmei, and Lin Xiaohe walked through this block of several hundred meters. They were so frightened and depressed that it was hard to breathe. They felt as if their hearts were being squeezed tightly. They felt that their blood flow was sluggish, their joints were stiff, and their walking was hindered.

, as if walking in mud. All three people had the same emotion: This place is simply a purgatory on earth, extremely bloody, today is really a disaster!

From the sound of the huge explosion to the sight of this bloody and messy neighborhood, Yang An and the others deeply felt the ruthlessness, cruelty and terror of war!

At this moment, Yang An also had some understanding of the war past told by his master. Thinking of his life with his master, Yang An was secretly glad that he had mastered the basic self-protection methods because of his master's training. Otherwise, he would probably have died today.

Like those people, it was impossible to escape the bad luck of being bombed. Perhaps because his attention had shifted invisibly, Yang An's footsteps became more flexible. The cruelty and bloodshed of the aerial bomb explosion also caused a huge depression on life.

It dissipated invisibly, and seemed to form a safe and reliable aura, which gradually affected Sister Jianmei and Xiaohe, and they slowly felt that they could walk more easily.

After walking on Nanjing Road for less than half a quarter of an hour, Xiao Haizi no longer had the strength to cry and sobbed in Yang An's arms. Xiao He's legs basically returned to normal. Yang An felt that his arms were weak and put Xiao Haizi behind his back.

Carrying it on his back, maybe because he was tired from crying, Xiao Haizi quickly fell asleep. At this time, the three of them were much calmer and walked all the way in silence, secretly glad that they had not been hit by the bomb.

Perhaps it was because he lay down in advance under Yang An's reminder to avoid exposing more of his body while standing in panic, reducing the bullet-receiving surface, thereby avoiding casualties, or perhaps it was because he was affected by Yang An's aura just now, which made Xiao He

, Sister Jianmei felt that she had a potential sense of security following Yang An. Walking quickly on the street, the two of them unconsciously walked on both sides of Yang An at some point, and Xiao He couldn't help but hold Yang An's right hand.

The shirt under the waist, looking for a sense of security. Walking on the road, Xiao He once again felt that Yang An was a real man!

Lin's Clinic is a little far away from the bustling neighborhood of Xianshi. Not long after Uncle Fu left, Lin Xiaocheng felt uneasy and walked out of the small building until he left the gate of the small courtyard.

In the distance, the sound of dense gunfire explosions loomed north of the Suzhou River. This sound touched Lin Xiaocheng's heart. The roar of aircraft and the sound of heavy aerial bomb explosions in the direction of the Bund came from time to time. Japanese warships' anti-aircraft fire was dense in the sky.

The flames and barrages made Lin Xiaocheng worried. At the entrance of the small courtyard, he kept looking worriedly to both sides, looking for his family among the hurried people.

Suddenly, a rickshaw stopped beside him. As soon as the driver put down the handle of the car, he turned around and helped Uncle Fu, who was covered in blood, to get out of the car. Lin Xiaocheng worriedly rushed up to help. The two helped Uncle Fu into the consulting room.

Putting him on the bed in the consulting room, Fu Bo reluctantly thanked the coachman and insisted on paying an extra silver dollar. Lin Xiaocheng took the medical instrument tray and quickly cut Fu Bo's robe under his right chest with scissors, only his waist and abdomen were visible.

There was a wound of more than ten centimeters, turned outward like a lip, and blood slowly flowed out from it, forming a thin stream and flowing onto the bed. Lin Xiaocheng quickly cleaned the wound, took out a jar from the cabinet, and picked it out with bamboo slices.

Black ointment was applied on the gauze, temporarily blocking the wound. Looking at the shrapnel inserted in Fu Bo's right chest, Lin Xiaocheng was very worried. He touched the skin above and below the shrapnel with his hand, and the shrapnel was stuck in the middle of the ribs. The injury seemed serious.

It was serious, and he didn’t know if his liver and lungs were injured. At this time, he hesitated a little.

Uncle Fu coughed, black blood came out of his mouth, and said with difficulty: "Master, don't bother, I... I'm afraid I can't. I really can't."

"Uncle Fu, it's okay. There are ancestral blood-tonifying ointments and muscle-building ointments here. Trust me, you will be fine."

Uncle Fu grabbed Xiao Cheng's hand with his right hand, his body heaved violently, and said: "Master, listen to me, otherwise... there is no time."

Lin Xiaocheng stopped and looked at Uncle Fu worriedly.

"Young Master, in my early years, I was practicing martial arts in Cangzhou and married my junior sister. The world was so chaotic that I wandered to Jiangsu and she fell ill. Later, I..., I became confused and seriously ill. It was your grandfather who saved me, and I also

Therefore, I became the Lin family... The Lin family has never regarded me as a human being. If you call me Uncle Fu, I will naturally treat you as my own children... In the Lin family, I have always felt like home. After so many years of peaceful life,

That's enough, thank you! Thank you! You must say thank you to the old man, the old woman and your parents for me." Fu Bo spoke intermittently, with blood flowing from his mouth and nose from time to time.

"You have to go back to your hometown quickly. Burn me... and take my ashes back. I'm from the Lin family... It's so cold, uh..." Uncle Fu came out with another mouthful of blood. Lin Xiaocheng was sad and shed tears. Mother Wu covered her mouth.

His face was already full of tears.

Uncle Fu was a wandering martial artist in troubled times. His wandering ended with the benevolence and help of a doctor. In this kind of life experience, in his prime, he felt the friendly atmosphere of the Lin family, a family of traditional Chinese medicine, where the father was kind and the son was filial, and the grandfather and grandson were harmonious.

It was as if a piece of wandering duckweed had finally found a place to take root. His soul had found a home after experiencing the bitterness of wandering and the grief of widowhood. The Lin family treated their people with kindness, just like a family. Uncle Fu lowered his age and seniority to be with Lin Xiu.

Of the same generation, he has experienced the hardships, prosperity and decline of a family of Chinese medicine, and enjoyed the peace, joys and sorrows of a family of Chinese medicine. He has no heirs, Lin Xiaocheng, Lin Xiaohe, Yang An is naturally regarded as his son and daughter in his heart. At the end of his life, the Lin family is naturally the one in his heart.

Concern. He wanted to tell the last concern in his heart, and his words touched his heart, so how could it not move people's faces.

"Master, I am still worried about Yang An. He is the master's worry..."

A burst of hurried footsteps entered the small courtyard. Yang An and the other three saw the blood stains scattered along the way, and felt uneasy. Xiao He anxiously shouted loudly, "Brother! Big brother! Big brother!" There was no response. The three of them quickly followed the blood stains.

When I came to the door of the consulting room, I saw Uncle Fu covered in blood. He saw that the blood had flowed to the ground and stained the floor as red as a basin.

"Uncle Fu", the three people shouted anxiously.

Uncle Fu smiled and coughed up a mouthful of blood. He raised his blood-covered right hand and called Yang An: "An'er, Xiaohe... come here quickly!"

Yang An and Xiao He quickly came forward from the left side of the bed.

"An'er, Xiao He, don't cry... Uncle Fu lived to be sixty or seventy years old in the Lin family. That's enough... The Lin family is a family of traditional Chinese medicine. It is only the fourth generation of the master, and there are not many people. An'er,

Your father died to save me that year, and I have always regarded you as my own son..." Uncle Fu coughed up blood continuously.

"Uncle Fu", everyone shouted worriedly.

"An'er, you seem to have never been able to smile... I have always been worried that your father would die in front of you, which irritated you. I have always been deeply indebted to you, and I was still thinking of promising Xiao He to you."

Yang An, Xiao He was full of tears, Uncle Fu's figure was blurred. Yang An called out uneasily: "Uncle Fu."

Uncle Fu's eyes lit up and he said with great effort: "When the brat grows up, he must live happily in the future. Be good to Xiao He! Be good to the Lin family!" Fu Bo stretched out his left hand and pointed at Xiao He, and Xiao He stretched out his left hand sensibly.

, Uncle Fu took Xiao He's hand and leaned towards Yang An's hand, grabbed it together, and said with a smile: "Don't cry, kid... give me a smile." Yang An forced a smile with tears in his eyes.

Uncle Fu looked at Yang An's forced smile, relaxed his hand, and walked away peacefully.
Chapter completed!