July 1937, outside Peiping.
Before I finished my cup of herbal tea, a woman's scream came from the street corner.
Lin Feng put down the tea bowl and stood up. The tea stall owner grabbed him: "Sir, those are Japanese soldiers, don't go -"
He turned around and said only two words: "Wait."
Three minutes later, seven bodies lay on the street corner. He disappeared deep into the alley, leaving only a line of words written in charcoal on the wall: Lin Feng.
After that day, everyone thought he was just a passerby who saw something rough on the road.
Until a female reporter walked into Liushu Village and saw five thousand people kneeling down under the old locust tree with a crooked neck, kowtowing in the same direction——
"Master, we have been waiting for five years, when will we fight?"
Lin Feng stood on the earth platform, looking at these brothers who had been training with him for five years, looking at the war blazing outside the mountains in the distance, and looking at the girl who was hiding in the crowd and secretly recording everything.
He said: "Wait for someone, wait for an opportunity."
That person is her.
At that time, it was a battle for everyone to remember their names.
——
Someone asked Lin Feng: Why are you, a young warlord, leading these gangsters to fight the Japanese?
He didn't answer.
Only Shen Wanqing saw him alone in the yard late at night, looking at a piece of yellowed paper repeatedly in front of an oil lamp. There is only one sentence on the paper:
"Feng'er, what dad regrets most in his life is sending you to a place you shouldn't have gone. But dad doesn't regret giving birth to you."
She secretly kept that line in her mind.
Later, after the battle, she asked him: Where did you come from?
He looked into the distance and smiled for the first time
