At the age of eight, he was sold to the banks of the Qinhuai River and was whipped to keep his innocence.
When I was seventeen, I met that little soldier. The tips of his ears were red and he handed over bullet casings: "When the war is over... I will ask you to be my mother-in-law."
On the night when Songhu fell, I stuffed the jewelry box I had saved for ten years into his arms.
He never came back.
When the sisters started passing on information, the madam put her hands on her hips and cursed, "You little kid who wants to die!"
On the day when the enemy kicked down the door, she blocked the cellar entrance: "Girls... Run away..."
Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth onto my candy bag.
Later, I wore a kimono and went to the Japanese army's banquet, and everyone in the city scolded me for being heartless.
Until the moment when the gun is pressed against the temple——
I smiled and held the ten-year-old pear candy in my mouth.
Purpose: Patriotic theme