1937, Mass grave.
She climbed out of the pile of corpses.
A baby is crying. The Japanese soldiers were laughing in the distance.
She has no system and no mall. There is only a battered copy of "Selected Works of Mao Zedong", a scalpel, and a cubic meter of space.
She picked up the child, bit her finger and smeared it on her forehead: "From today on, your name is Su Nian. I miss your mother, this land, and our party."
From then on, she was a secretary, a village chief, a mother, and a warrior.
She led the refugees to open up wasteland, dig tunnels, fight against Japanese invaders, and divide the land.
She sent away party students, Tiedan, Mr. Xiao, Lao Ma, Li Xiaoshan, Wang Laozui, Widow Sun...
She cried at the founding ceremony and laughed when the nuclear explosion was successful.
Finally, she scattered the handful of soil from 1937 on the Gobi Desert.
Someone in the wind asked: "Will you be okay in the future?"
She replied: "Yes. Because someone else will do it."
This novel does not coax you. It makes you cry, it makes you hurt, and it makes you clench your fists and shout "it's worth it" at the end.
Click on the first chapter and don't be afraid to cry.
Reader comments
Female anti-war videos are rarely good-looking
It's rare that a girl is so good at anti-Japanese writing
A good book that benefits the country and the people
Female anti-war videos are rarely good-looking
It's rare that a girl is so good at anti-Japanese writing
A good book that benefits the country and the people