On March 18, at around seven o'clock in the morning, the streets of Peiping, which had been silent all night, began to become active again. The sounds of breakfast hawkers and the shouts of the shopkeepers in the shops on both sides of the street came one after another, mixed with various other complicated things. Sound, of course, among all these sounds, the most explosive one is the crunchy voice of the newsboy: "News, the biggest news, Xuebingjun and the Japs are fighting in Wanping, news..."
In the Wanping War, well-informed people began to exchange information last night. Many of them were prepared to move their families. Some knowledgeable people, especially some young students, came forward to Organized people want to do something. Of course, whether it is hearsay or there are real news channels, most of them actually have well-intentioned but cowardly illusions in their hearts, hoping that this is just another farce of "Beiping Autonomy". Now, this is written in black and white It undoubtedly shattered everyone's hopes. Although the streets of Peiping are still busy, the footsteps and expressions of pedestrians are more or less heavy, because they know that no matter what the cause of the war, they will be hurt in the end. They are all ordinary people like them,
Peiping, the ancient Chinese capital that has been frequently invaded by foreigners since the late Qing Dynasty, is once again swaying like a vulnerable tree in the wind and rain.
"Sold newspapers, sold newspapers, news, big news..." Unlike the solemn-looking pedestrians on the street, the newsboy Wang Xiaoer looked quite happy at this time. Today is a fruitful day for him. , usually it would be good if he could sell thirty copies of the newspaper, but today he has already sold a hundred copies, and what he is holding now is one that has just been reprinted by the newspaper office, and the ink on this newspaper has not yet completely dried. As for Tou, a child from a poor family had already become a householder, and he started selling newspapers when he was only 2 or 6 years old. Because of his family background and background, he was used to seeing the warmth and warmth of the world and didn't care about it. He was not qualified to care about these "national affairs". What he cared about was It was just the battle at Wanping that made his business better. From this, he couldn't help but think: It would be better if Wanping kept fighting.
"Waiter, here's a newspaper." The waiter is very nimble. He has walked six blocks since he got up in the morning. Now, he is walking to the door of a teahouse. A man in his thirties, wearing a long coat and a wide-brimmed hat. The gentleman stopped him,
The gentleman's surname is Li, and he is a regular customer of the waiter. In the eyes of the waiter, although Mr. Li is a disabled person with a broken left hand, he is definitely a good man. Judging from Mr. Li's clothing and demeanor, he is naturally a rich man. However, he has never been as aggressive and aggressive towards the waiter as his peers. When meeting Mr. Li, the waiter will always put down his guard and show an innocent smile.
"Mr. Li, you are having breakfast." The waiter smiled and took out a newspaper from his bag. He had specially left this newspaper before, because he was afraid that the ink on the new newspaper would stain Mr. Li's face. hand,
Mr. Li took the newspaper and first glanced at the eye-catching title "Marco Bridge Incident: The Japanese Army took the initiative to provoke trouble, I learned from the soldiers to resist and achieved outstanding results", then his eyes fell on the waiter's deflated belly, and he smiled He said, "You haven't had breakfast today, so let's eat together. I can't finish it alone." After that, he walked in first and sat down.
"Thank you, sir." This kind of experience was not once or twice for the waiter, so he followed him in politely and sat down opposite Mr. Li.
After Mr. Li signaled him to help himself, he spread out the newspaper in his right hand and started reading. As he looked at it, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he sighed heavily.
Although the waiter was struggling to kill the buns in front of him at this time, his eyes always stayed on his face. When he saw this, he asked: "Sir, are you also worried about the Wanping War?"
Mr. Li raised his head to look at him, his eyebrows widened, and he smiled and said: "Of course, we are all descendants of the Yan and Huang Dynasties no matter what. This Wanping is our land. Now that the land is about to be lost and the country is in trouble, how can we turn a blind eye? Woolen cloth."
The waiter has heard Mr. Li's words all the time. Of course, when other people say this, he mostly ignores it. Only when it comes from Mr. Li's mouth can he understand it with his heart. He said : "The waiter doesn't understand what the gentleman said. I just want to continue selling newspapers in peace."
Mr. Li smiled and was about to continue what he said when suddenly a crisp gunshot came from not far away. As soon as the gunshot rang out, the originally noisy street outside immediately became chaotic, followed by the woman's scream When the news came, Mr. Li couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up and said to the waiter: "You stay here and don't run around. I'll go out and take a look." Then he walked out quickly.
And when he walked to the door, he only heard "bang bang bang bang" gunfire. The gunfire outside suddenly became intense, as if a large-scale gun battle was taking place somewhere. This gunfire He got up suddenly. The waiter sat on the stool and was so frightened that he almost threw the buns in his hands to the ground. But when he recovered and looked towards the door, he saw Mr. Li's figure flashing into the crowd of people. In the crowd, Mr. Li actually went against the flow of people in the direction of the gunfire. The waiter was surprised. His strong curiosity made him forget his fear. He stuffed a few buns on the plate into his bag, picked up the newspaper, and rushed out,
The street was full of people fleeing in fright. Among them, many women screamed, making the atmosphere tense. In the waiter's sight, Mr. Li's thin figure had already rushed to the street, which was empty. There are very few people in the area, and the merchants on both sides have already closed their doors.
"What happened?" the waiter thought in his mind. He was a little worried about Mr. Li's safety and couldn't help but follow him. When he got very close to the sound of gunfire, he lay down in the corner and faced the alley where the battle was taking place. When he looked inside, he was immediately frightened. He saw Mr. Li carrying a bloody man on his back and raising a gun to shoot at a dozen soldiers wearing uniforms of the 29th Army Security Regiment. Around him, except for two soldiers wearing In addition to soldiers in regular military uniforms of the 29th Army fighting alongside him, there were also several dead people covered in blood lying on the ground. Those dead people were wearing the same military uniforms as the soldiers around Mr. Li. They should also be regular soldiers of the 29th Army. The waiter couldn't help but be confused. Okay, the security team is also from the 29th Army. Why are their own people fighting?
If he encountered this kind of situation normally, the waiter would secretly spit and curse: "Dog bites dog," and then walk away. But now, seeing that his beloved Mr. Li is also involved, he will not be able to curse. There were too few people on Mr. Li's side, and the situation was already very critical. The waiter heard and saw the bullets flying in the air, hitting the floor tiles and the walls with sparks flying. His heart was beating hard. Although he thought for a moment, I want to do something for Mr. Li, but I don’t know how to do it.