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Secret love is unfamiliar and profound for A Xiu, or for most people of that era, but A Xiu has indeed fallen into this state without knowing it. The reason why secret love is beautiful is because it can make a dream for herself, right? She is like a hard-working little spider, forming a crystal net and sticking herself on it. Every day, let herself stay in the heart of the net, thinking, thinking, loving, pain, sweetness, waiting quietly, but not knowing what she is waiting for.

"Axiu, where did Youtian hurry to run away?" Xiaoquan sent the Eighth Route Army soldier away with his own mouth, but turned around and saw Meng Youtian running on a mule.

"No, nothing." A Xiu withdrew his gaze and said in a panic: "Auntie misses him, for fear that something will happen to him, so he goes back and take a look."

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The guns and cannons in Shili Village completely stopped. After realizing that the surrounded troops had no hope, the Japanese brigade stopped attacking. After dawn, the Japanese reconnaissance plane made the final confirmation above the war zone, and the Japanese brigade retreated and ended the in-depth sweep of the lonely army.

At this point, the Japanese army's siege of the nine routes in the southeastern part of Shanxi was completely shattered. The Chinese team continued to pursue the victory and actively expanded the results of the battle, killing and wounding more than 2,000 Japanese troops, and recovering 19 county towns. This battle not only stabilized and expanded the newly established anti-Japanese base area behind enemy lines, but also enabled the troops to develop greatly. It won a relatively peaceful period of more than six months.

The Japanese retreated, and the people helped the elderly and young, drove the animals and poultry back to their respective villages. In the next few days, the military and civilians jointly repaired houses and cleaned up their homes that were ruined by the Japanese.

Meng Youtian’s idea of ​​using blue bricks to build a fortress village was dashed, and the project was large and took a long time. The people were anxious to have a place to shelter from the wind and rain, so they could only make a simple mistake. They either used broken bricks or tiles, or dug soil to make a block, so how quickly they came.

The long-lasting memory. The sad emotions flowed slowly smoothly and clear between the gap between the ponytail and the strings. The sound was like a stream flowing, making people feel a hint of sadness. Meng Youtian closed his eyes slightly, and his thoughts were getting farther and farther away from his music.

At first it seemed like someone's deep and painful sigh, as if he was using an uncontrollable emotion to tell the suffering of his life. On the bumpy road of life, he wandered, wandered, and was unwilling to surrender to fate. He was telling the oppression of suffering and a kind of unrelieved sorrow in his heart. He was telling the bitter and sad life with a bumpy life.

The music has a new rhythm, soft and hard, and the emotions gradually turn from calm and deep to excitement. It is a struggle and resistance to fate, and also a yearning and pursuit for a better life. The high-spirited music ends in a tone full of uneven tone, but it gives people a sense of unsatisfactory feeling. It seems that someone is still silently confides, confides, and confides...

Meng Youtian sighed and put down the huqin. Only the music seemed to be still lingering, giving people the feeling of "sighing the misery of the world. I was sad and shedding." Although the pitch was different due to the artifacts, only by playing today's song can we truly know the author's mood at that time. When touching the scene, the situation is born from the heart, and using your heart rather than using your hands to reflect the essence of music. That's right! Sorrow and injustice make people feel heartbroken.

A Xiu sat in front of the window and looked at the listless Meng Youtian, and felt a little painful in her heart. When Meng Youtian was happy, she was also happy; Meng Youtian was sad and sad, and she was also frowning...

A disharmonious chuckled came from behind. When A Xiu looked back, it was Xiao Man playing with catching her on the kang. Zijuan showed a childish child who was not as good as her age, watching her attentively and smiling intently. She turned a deafening sound of the huqin outside, and she turned a deaf ear to her ears, and she could not hear it.

"Zijuan--" A Xiu called softly.

Zijuan slowly turned her face, and the big eyes seemed to be filled with a faint smoke. She looked at A Xiu, but she seemed not to look at A Xiu, her eyes blinked slowly, as if she had just woken up.

"The sun is very good outside today, let's go out for a walk?" A Xiuxiang coaxed the child and said warmly: "Go to pick a few flowers, why don't you catch fish by the river?"

Zijuan seemed to be thinking, but she didn't seem to hear A Xiu's words. She slowly turned her head, neither saying go nor saying go.

A Xiu smiled bitterly and said to Xiao Man: "You stay at home and don't leave Sister Zijuan at all, wait for my aunt to come back."

"What are you doing?" Xiao Man asked.

"I'll go to work in the field." A Xiu hesitated for a while at Meng Youtian in the yard. He didn't come in to see Zijuan, but pulled out the mule and put it on the farm tools.

Meng Youtian felt uncomfortable when she saw Zijuan working, and she became even more worried. When she went to work in the fields, she also wanted to relieve her mood, especially when she didn't want to wait for her mother to come back and chat in her ears. In fact, Youtian Niang is also a kind-hearted person. Zijuan has reached this point. Although her emotions have stabilized and she no longer pesters her and can be with Axiu and Xiao Man, she can never do this.

The fields exuded a fresh earthy atmosphere, and green colors were everywhere. A few wild flowers were more gorgeous against the background of green, as delicate as the face of a newly developed girl.

Meng Youtian tied the mule and worked in the field with a hoe. The wheat seedlings were already quite tall and grew very well, but Meng Youtian greeted several villagers in the field listlessly and frowned and was busy. When he encountered such a thing, he was in a bad mood and didn't even want to say more.

When he hoeed one ridge and turned around and hoe another ridge along the ditch, he saw A Xiu also rushed to the field, lowering her head and having a very vigorous work. A Xiu was very skillful in digging the ground. She was wearing a short gray cloth jacket, and her thick black braids fell down with the thighs, shaking suddenly and flashingly. The black pants were rolled up to her knees, revealing her rosy and solid legs. Her two feet, which were not big or small, were inserted into the soft and wet soil, thrusting one by one. After a while, she raised her head, timbered up her hair, and wiped the sweat beads on her forehead with her elbow. Seeing Meng Youtian looking at her, she flashed her eyes and smiled, spitting on the palm of her palm, rubbing her hands, and then started to fuck again.

In the wind and sun, A Xiu's skin color is not as soft as Zijuan's, but it is rosy but healthy inside and outside. Every move is generous and full of vitality. Compared to Zijuan, who grew up in a wealthy family, A Xiu has something she deserves to be proud of. Of course this is not something she can realize. Maybe she still envies Zijuan? ()

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