[Whistle of eighty years]
The moment I took out the old copper whistle in the history class, I fell into the smoke of gunpowder in Suzhou in 1941 - I bumped into the undercover Shen Yan who was wearing a Japanese uniform. The half whistle on his waist fit perfectly with the one in my hand.
He stuffed me with hard candies, took bullets for me, and listened to my confession on a rainy night that "I came from 80 years later" and only said, "You are my comrade in life and death."
But when the bayonet penetrated my chest, I fell back to modern times. When I saw him again, he was already a dying veteran, holding half a whistle in my palm and waiting for me all his life.
The moment he put the whistle together, he opened his eyes: "Are you back?"
This response that I have been waiting for for eighty years is sweeter than the sugar in the smoke.
#Undercover×cross-time and space redemption #The whistle is a contract, eighty years of running in both directions of life and death #The hard candy in the smoke is the only tenderness he gives
