‘St. Peter’s Church’ Nursing Home is located on the outskirts of the Petain District in the French Concession.
"Officer Cheng, we're here."
Cheng Qianfan paid the fare to the coachman and said, "Wait for me here for a quarter of an hour."
"Okay."
The iron gate of the nursing home must have been repainted recently, and it no longer looks rusty like it used to, which makes people feel happy.
Through the iron gate, you can see a row of blue brick buildings, which are the children's dormitories and canteen.
There are slides and seesaws in the yard.
There are also three swings.
Bai Ruolan, wearing a light blue jacket and a dark black skirt, is leading the children to play.
Cheng Qianfan pushed the door open and saw Xiaobao playing on the swing. Bai Ruolan pushed the swing gently, and the little girl sitting on the swing giggled happily.
"Brother Qianfan." Xiaobao, who was floating in the air, saw Cheng Qianfan standing in the distance with a food box and a smile, and shouted in surprise.
Bai Ruolan turned her head when she heard the sound. She had a small pink hairpin on her side-swept bangs, her big watery eyes, she pursed her lips, and surprise flashed through her eyes.
"Ruolan." Cheng Qianfan waved gently.
The girl's eyebrows bloomed with a beautiful smile.
In the season when it turns warm and cold, the sky has been clear for a long time, as if a large piece of warm sunshine is shining down, and wherever the breeze blows, hundreds of flowers bloom.
…
Bai Ruolan is a female teacher in a nursing home.
She was an abandoned baby who was adopted by Miss Vivien Leigh, a nun from St. Peter's Church, and grew up in a nursing home.
Miss Vivien Leigh regarded Bai Ruolan as her own daughter and hired someone to teach her English, Bible, history, geography and piano.
This is a naturally beautiful, intelligent, and very kind girl.
After the death of his parents, Comrade 'Xiang Wu' asked Comrade 'Farmer' to send young Cheng Qianfan to a nursing home for foster care for a period of time.
Here, an eleven-year-old boy met a ten-year-old girl.
During the boy's saddest years, it was the girl Ruolan's kindness and beautiful smile that silently warmed his heart and helped him survive the most difficult time.
…
She asked him how his work was lately.
She softly talked about the joy of getting along with the children.
The breeze caressed the hair.
An ordinary conversation.
Cheng Qianfan held Xiaobao in his hand.
It was as if a warm wind was blowing through his heart. This was the most luxurious tranquility and warmth he could enjoy.
"Laozhenxing's Qingtuanzi, your and Xiaobao's favorite." Cheng Qianfan handed the food box to Bai Ruolan.
"Sister Ruolan, please remember to leave a piece for Xiaobao." Xiaobao, who was led away by Cheng Qianfan's hand, waved her little hand and said Nunuo.
…
"Brother Qianfan, you haven't visited Xiaobao for a long time."
"It's my brother's fault. My brother has been busy with work recently."
"Well, okay, I forgive you."
"Brother Qianfan, where are you taking Xiaobao?"
"Brother went to Xiaobao to visit his parents."
"Really?" Xiaonan's eyes flashed with surprise, but she quickly pouted, "Mom and dad haven't come to see Xiaobao for a long time, and Xiaobao is angry."
Cheng Qianfan said nothing, gently touched the little girl's head, turned away, and gently wiped the corners of his eyes.
Xiaobao is the orphan of Comrade Zhulin and Ms. Luo Huijun...
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Cheng Qianfan first took Xiaobao to his parents' cemetery.
This is a quiet cemetery.
After the victory of the Northern Expedition, the Shanghai Municipal Party Headquarters of the Kuomintang moved the remains of Cheng Wenzao and Su Zhifu from the mass graves and buried them together here.
The tomb in Jiangshan's hometown is the tomb of two people.
Pastries and a bottle of wine are placed in front of the tombstone.
The ingots brought were lit.
"Dad, Mom, my son is here to see you." Cheng Qianfan knelt down and kowtowed heavily.
"I'm living a good life now."
"My son will inherit your legacy and continue to fight for a free and democratic New China."
"Xiaobao, come here." Cheng Qianfan motioned for Xiaobao to come over and kneel down.
The little girl knelt down obediently.
"Brother Qianfan, who is here?"
"They are Brother Qianfan's father and mother."
"Oh." The little girl nodded.
"Dad, Mom, this is Xiaobao, your daughter. You must remember to keep her healthy and safe throughout her life."
When my parents were still alive, they often joked that they would give Cheng Qianfan a younger sister, and that her brother should love her very much.
When her mother Su Zhifu died, she was pregnant with Liujia...
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This is a barren mountain, a mass grave to be precise.
Cheng Qianfan was holding cakes and ingots in one hand, and holding the little girl's hand in the other, walking through the graves.
Feeling that Xiaobao was a little scared, he bent down and picked her up.
We came to a grave. In front of the grave was a thin branch with a red cloth tied to it.
"Xiaobao, we are here."
Xiaobao timidly poked his little head out of his arms and looked timidly.
"Brother Qianfan, where are mom and dad? Xiaobao didn't see it."
"Shh-" Cheng Qianfan put down the little girl, "Xiaobao's mother is lying here, they are sleeping."
Only the remains of Ms. Luo Huijun and another lesbian comrade who died were buried in the grave. Comrade "Zhulin" died at Yuhuatai in Nanjing.
Cheng Qianfan placed the cakes he brought in front of the grave.
The ingot was lit with tap fire.
Smoke rises.
The little girl ignorantly followed Cheng Qianfan's instructions and knelt down to kowtow.
"Xiaobao, kowtow again, there is an aunt here."
This was a young lesbian, the same age as Hua'er. She was the same age as Cheng Qianfan now when she died, only 21 years old.
Cheng Qianfan's eyes were full of sadness and he bowed deeply.
He turned around, faced the south direction, and bowed deeply again. At the far end of the south side of the mass grave was Lao Liao's grave.
Cheng Qianfan couldn't go to pay homage. He didn't know if there were agents from the Party Affairs Investigation Department lurking around, so he couldn't take the chance.
After the ingot was completely burned to ashes, Cheng Qianfan got a few handfuls of loess and covered it.
"Aunt Luo, don't worry. Xiaobao will grow up healthy and healthy. She will live in the beautiful new China and be happy all her life." Cheng Qianfan said in his heart that this was an oath, and he was willing to use his life to
The oath to wait.
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"Brother Qianfan, are your parents dead?" Cheng Qianfan hugged the little girl and left, and Xiaobao suddenly asked.
Cheng Qianfan was stunned. He didn't know how to answer for a moment.
"Xiaobao, you have to remember that your parents will always live. They are in your heart. You can think of them as soon as you close your eyes." Cheng Qianfan said softly.
"Oh." The little girl nodded in understanding.
Cheng Qianfan stopped, feeling that the little girl in his arms remained silent.
"What's the matter, Xiaobao?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Xiaobao suddenly burst into tears. His little body curled up in Cheng Qianfan's arms, sobbing, "I, I, I, I can't remember what my parents look like."
Cheng Qianfan didn't speak. He gently hugged the little girl in his arms tightly.
He raised his head and couldn't hold back his tears...