A long time passed, and Great Britain's gold pocket watch began to scratch. He let the wind blow through his soft hair, and the sound of distant artillery fire mixed with the smell of sulfur smoke hit the dilapidated hills - too much time passed, and he even forgot his original intention.
Whether in Peiping or Nanjing, he is dressed in military uniform and wants to change this dark and defeated world.
He is just eighteen years old, with jade cheeks and red lips, wearing a pure black velvet windbreaker with a gold-rimmed white satin collar. The golden and shiny gentle curls are like the slowly flowing sunshine.
The black-haired man put the shiny black gun on his waist and slowly pulled him over: "Don't look at it, you can't go back. I don't belong there. After you go north, you will be closer to your hometown."
The young man wrapped his windbreaker tightly and shivered. His eyes could not hide the sadness. His delicate lips moved, but he did not say anything.
The man took off his short coat and put it on the boy's thin shoulders: "Let's go, the train is about to leave."
The world is too chaotic. How difficult is it to survive in the flames of war and rely on one person's weak strength to achieve the goal of pushing oneself to survive...