Prototype of the Republic of China + Adaptation + History + Anti-Japanese War (not a cool article)
When she was four years old, she knelt outside Shen Zui's window and heard him say: "Women should also read more books."
When she was fourteen years old, she married into the Shen family. On her wedding night, she only said: "Go to bed, I still have books to read."
She waited for the rest of her life.
Wait for him to look back at her, wait for him to realize that she is not just a "gift from his mother", wait for him to say "I'm back".
He used his pen to wake up the sleeping Chinese people and wrote articles that stirred up the times in the name of "Zhenying"; she spent her whole life guarding the medicine shop in Liuhua Hutong, and lived like a mountain in the midst of war, plague, and chaos.
He died in the south and never came back.
She put his pocket watch on her wrist and listened to the ticking sound for fifty-eight years; she compiled his articles into books and protected the last kindling in the ashes.
As I lay dying, the begonia outside the window sprouted new buds in winter.
She smiled and said, "I've been waiting for it."
Waiting is never about results.
Waiting is the result.
——She waited in the depths of time, and time carved her into a poem.
What he didn't know was that she turned the drug store into an underground contact point and treated countless anti-Japanese comrades in the occupied Peking; she snatched his articles from the fires of the Red Guards and hid them in the ashes of the stove; she engraved his name on the title page of the anthology, so that future generations would remember: There was once a man who used a pen as a knife.
He didn't know either - she never stopped waiting for him.
——Not waiting for him to come back, but waiting for him to see: She lived every word he wrote.
