lcionline Chapter 191 Wang Tianfeng travels to the modern era 50
Chapter 191 Wang Tianfeng travels to the modern era 50
"Everything here speaks of the unyielding fight. Uncle, you are such a person too, right?" Chu Hua's words were filled with unspoken admiration and trust for Wang Tianfeng.
He did not answer, but just looked deeply at the exhibits, with a light in his eyes. He turned his head and stared at Chu Hua, with an indescribable emotion in his eyes.
"Hanhan, you know, when I came here, I felt like I could hear the words of every predecessor in my ear. They told me that no matter how the times change, the spirit of courage and sacrifice will never go out of date."
Chu Hua looked at him quietly. She could feel the touch and change in Wang Tianfeng's heart. In the deepest part of the exhibition hall, there was a small screening room where a documentary about history was playing.
They walked into the screening room one after another and sat against the wall. The picture in the film was not clear, but it did not affect their viewing.
Insects in the film crawl through the ruins of trenches, corpses turn to ashes in the artillery fire, endless artillery fire, charge horns, sad battlefield diaries, cheers of victory, tears of farewell...
All of these are intertwined together to form a history of blood and tears.
"Uncle, history is cruel. But it is because of you that there is the dawn later." Chu Huan looked at Wang Tianfeng in the dim light, trying to express her inner gratitude and respect.
Wang Tianfeng did not answer her directly. He placed the bouquet in his hand in the corner of the memorial hall and then sat down slowly. His posture was as if he was listening to the call of history, or waiting in silence.
"What are you looking at?" Chu Hua followed his gaze and what came into view was a large "mass grave".
The silent pit seemed to hide the souls of countless ancestors, telling of unknown pain and strength.
"I'm looking at people, every single one of them, whether their names are recorded or not, whether they're from anywhere. They're soldiers, they're civilians, they're students, they're workers..."
Wang Tianfeng's voice echoed in the empty screening room, "The sacrifice of each of them lit up a patch of darkness."
"They are our predecessors, heroes whose names we cannot remember one by one." Chu Hua clenched her hands, her words filled with endless respect.
After a moment of silence, Wang Tianfeng stood up and walked towards the exit. He held Chu Hua's hand, and for the first time she felt his hand was full of warmth.
"It's getting dark, let's go back." In the dim candlelight, there was a soft light in Wang Tianfeng's eyes.
Walking out of the screening room and through the long corridor, the setting sun shone through the window panes onto the two of them.
Chu Huan believed that after the pilgrimage, he had the answer in his heart.
Wang Tianfeng was indeed negative for a while, but with the clever girl Chu Hua coaxing him, he quickly returned to his normal state.
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Chu Hua blinked her big eyes full of grievance, looked at Wang Tianfeng in front of her, pouting her pink little mouth, looking extremely cute.
"Uncle, I just want to eat some ice cream, please give it to me~" She pulled his sleeve and shook it, like a little child who was not getting what he wanted.
Wang Tianfeng looked serious and raised his arm slightly to stop Chu Hua's interest.
"Hanhuan, isn't your period coming soon? It's not good to eat cold things." His voice was not loud, but it was filled with an unquestionable tone, the kind of concern and persistence that only elders have.
It was the first time that Wang Tianfeng saw a girl's menstrual period being so painful. He was terrified that day. Chu Hua was sweating profusely from the pain and couldn't even get out of bed.
It was he who helped find the painkillers. Since then, Wang Tianfeng has always kept Chu Hua's daily life in mind and learned to find ways to relieve the pain on the Internet.
Chu Huan frowned slightly, but then burst into laughter.
"Uncle, when did you become so sophisticated? Modern science has long told us that only appropriate cold drinks can bring a happy mood!" She said, raising a naughty arc again.
"Really? Then who was groaning in pain last time?"
"Uh...I don't care, I just want to eat!"
The two of them were just like this in Laomendong, Nanjing, talking to each other.
After staying in Nanjing for a few days, Chu Hua and Wang Tianfeng set off for their last stop, Chongqing.
Chu Hua came to Chongqing as arranged by Wang Tianfeng and came to the "China's Anti-Japanese War Rear Area History and Culture Exhibition Hall".
As soon as they entered the museum, they were greeted by a heavy historical atmosphere. The two walked slowly hand in hand, their eyes lingering on the black-and-white photos of the glorious years, looking at the spirited young generals, looking at the medals and awards won by the combat heroes, and gazing at the lights that once never slept.
They are here to observe the marks left by history. Those who carry firewood for the masses should not let them down.
In this hall where countless thrilling past events are displayed, Chu Hua feels the heaviness of this era. Every yellowed page of memory deserves the solemn tribute of future generations.
Wang Tianfeng's gaze lingered for a long time on the restoration of the scene of the important meeting. The replicas, historical documents and cultural relics on display created a strong historical atmosphere, making people feel as if they could return to the years of decision-making and struggle.
Wang Tianfeng tightened his hands slightly. He knew that this was modern times, a new era, but everything on display brought back memories of the past, as if he was looking at every past self of his.
It is about family and country feelings, about the life and death of spies. There are too many past events that need to be remembered and too many partings that need to be expressed, but thousands of words are merged into a choked murmur.
The two of them walked side by side through the heart of this city, massaging the surging blood, which was the cry and expectation of every Chinese son and daughter, and the hope for a bright future and future.
The waves gather into waves, surging and surging, and will eventually break through the shackles of history and give voice to the times.
The tide of the times rolls forward, and behind every progress is the blood and flesh laid by our predecessors.
The sunlight shines through the glass window onto Wang Tianfeng's face. The road ahead is long, but also vast, just like the stormy waves in his heart. However, the guidance in his heart makes him no longer confused in his journey forward.
This is the light of the times.
In the bustling city of Chongqing, with bright lights, Chu Hua held Wang Tianfeng's hand, her laughter as clear as a silver bell. "Uncle, Chongqing's hot pot is famous all over the country, how about we go and try it today?"
Wang Tianfeng looked up at the bustling hot pot restaurant on the street, which was steaming and crowded with people.
For a moment, those complicated and tangled spy war thoughts seemed to be temporarily alleviated by the steaming hot pot soup at the stall next to him.
"Okay, I'll listen to you, Huanhuan." He smiled, his eyes revealing his doting on this lovely girl.
Chu Hua held Wang Tianfeng, like a child who would never grow up, and jumped on the brightly lit street. Her laughter bounced in the night sky, making passers-by turn around and smile. She chose a hot pot restaurant that looked quite quaint.