After Eva was assassinated, if she had been sent to the hospital immediately, she might have had a chance of survival.
However, she gave up the hope of that life.
Wei Zhengcai came to see her, and she was very happy.
She fell into the world for several years, and all she heard was ridicule and contempt.
No one will care about her, and no one will make friends with her.
Her customers were just playing tricks on her. They said sweet words but never fulfilled them.
She has been living in confusion until today, when Wei Zheng said he needed her. He needed her to perform a tightrope dance for the soldiers in Sihang Warehouse.
She is willing, she is willing to be needed like this. She is willing, she is willing to sing and dance for the soldiers fighting against the Japanese invaders, even if it costs her life.
The blood was still eroding the white clothes bit by bit, and the pain from the wound also came in waves.
The blood loss made her weak and pale. The pain made her body tremble continuously.
But she still walked step by step to the roof of the theater with Yang Huimin's support.
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In the distance, on the top floor of the Sihang Warehouse, hundreds of pairs of eyes were paying attention to the six-story Magli Theater.
At this time, both the dead and living people seemed to have only one wish, which was to look forward to the dancers under the moonlight.
Finally, a stunning beauty in white fairy clothes suddenly appeared on the dome of the Magli Theater.
Her skin is as fair as Snow White, and her body shines with silver light like stars.
At this moment, almost all the soldiers stood up. They had silly smiles on their faces. Some even said: "Tanzuo really didn't lie, she is really a fairy!"
The soldiers laughed at each other, but no one spoke again, and no one made a sound. Because along with Guangling San, a song came from the south bank:
When fighting Wu Ge, he was beaten by a rhinoceros, and when his car was on the wrong side, he was caught in close combat;
The sun is blocked by the sun, and the enemy is like a cloud, and the arrows are falling, and the soldiers are fighting for the lead;
The formation is still standing, and the left side is still walking, and the left side is wounded by the right blade;
Two wheels of haze come to feed four horses, and the jade canopy comes to the aid of beating drums;
When the sky is full of anger, the majestic spirit is angry, and it kills all the people and abandons the wilderness;
If you can't go in or out, you can't go back; the plain suddenly becomes too far;
Carrying a long sword and holding a Qin bow, the head and body are separated and the heart is not punished;
Sincerity is both courageous and martial, and ultimately strong and invincible;
When the body is dead, the spirit becomes the spirit, and the soul becomes the ghost hero...
The singing voice is sometimes tactful and sometimes high-pitched.
And accompanied by this euphemistic and high-pitched singing, the fairy-like beauty slowly walked down from the roof of the Grand Theater.
The silver thread is right under your feet, just like the beauty walking on a silver gleam that connects to the sky.
The soldiers were stunned. They often heard the old man say that there are fairies and divine generals in the sky.
The god saw them (referring to the Dragon Boat Festival), but it was the first time for the fairy to see them.
The person is beautiful, the song is beautiful, and the elegant movements are even more beautiful. Many people were fascinated by it, but they didn't know what the beauty was singing.
They just think it sounds good, like fairy music.
Xie Jinyuan was also slightly moved. He didn't expect that this big Shanghai is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.
Let's not talk about how many people have read "Guoshang". Let's talk about Guangling San. Not everyone can play it.
Of course, Xie Jinyuan would never have imagined that Wei Zhengcai had almost used all his strength to find another minor character in The Eight Hundred who had only appeared a few times.
This person is a university professor who doesn’t even have a name in The Eight Hundred and only appears in a few scenes.
It was he who was playing the piano tonight.
But Xie Jinyuan did not tell the truth, nor did he show off his erudition. He wanted to retain this sense of mystery to support the exhausted soldiers who had been fighting continuously.
What is supporting them and keeping them here?
Is it the dignity of the Chinese nation? Is it the blood of the soldiers? Or is it the hatred in the heart?
No, it’s faith!
Dignity will be abandoned because of fear, and blood will eventually burn out. Even hatred will gradually be worn away with the passage of time.
But only faith is eternal!
The Dragon Boat Festival is their belief.
They regard the Dragon Boat Festival as their backbone and an omnipotent god!
You can laugh at their ignorance, but at that time and at that moment, it was the reason for them to fight and survive.
As long as that man does not fall, they will always follow his footsteps and move forward bravely.
And this is the power of faith!
Xie Jinyuan has asked himself more than once. If he takes over Sihang Warehouse, will he become the belief of the soldiers?
The answer is no!
He does not have the courage of the Dragon Boat Festival, the wisdom of the Dragon Boat Festival, and even less the madness of the Dragon Boat Festival.
Dragon Boat Festival's courage is that he is a soldier, but he is higher than a soldier. He will not give up his ideas and opinions just because of a piece of writing from the top.
As long as he says no, it won't work even if the King of Heaven comes!
Xie Jinyuan can't do this at all. So even he is deeply attracted by Dragon Boat Festival.
He is willing to follow such a person and shed his blood. Even if he dies in battle, he will have no regrets.
And what about Zhao Beishan?
His idea is even simpler. He was tricked into working for the Dragon Boat Festival. But he was willing to do so.
The Dragon Boat Festival roared at those deserters in front of him. The Dragon Boat Festival roared out his unyielding military spirit and ignited the blood of a man.
He willingly gave up the opportunity to retreat and joined the independent regiment.
However, Zhao Beishan was a smart man. It didn't take long for him to figure out that shouting at the deserters during the Dragon Boat Festival was a lie, but it was true that he kept them in a different way.
Zhao Beishan was indeed unhappy at the time. After all, he felt that he had been cheated.
But when he saw Duan Wu repelling the Japanese army time and time again with his own wisdom, risking his own life and leading the soldiers to charge again and again. The dissatisfaction and unhappiness in his heart gradually faded away.
go.
What's more, Duanwu didn't regard him and the others as his subordinates at all, but as brothers who had died.
It can be said that there is no such commander in the entire 88th Division.
The word ‘brother’ is so rare and precious!
So at this time, he only had respect for the Dragon Boat Festival.
He likes to stand behind that man, likes that man's craziness, and likes that man's incredibleness.
Yes, just like now, he still finds it incredible.
In his mind, tightrope dancing is an impossible task.
Because not to mention dancing on the tightrope, even walking on the tightrope, I'm afraid not many people can do it.
There is only one wire, and it will sway back and forth when suspended in mid-air.
Such a difficult move would not be easy even for an acrobat holding a balance pole.
However, he did not see the balance pole. He only saw a graceful fairy singing and dancing on a silver silk thread between the two buildings.
The other party's steps were so steady that it didn't feel like he was stepping on a tightrope, but like he was singing and dancing on the flat ground.
However, that flash of silver under his feet cannot be faked.
He couldn't see through it more and more, and he couldn't guess what kind of woman she was that could perform such an elegant dance on the tightrope!...