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Sheng Qiushi recalled the brief look in the store, then lowered his head and stared at the phone screen for a while, suddenly turned off the mailbox to call up the dialing interface, and called Zong Ying directly.

The mechanical prompt sounded again: "The number you dialed has been turned off."

When he called the day before yesterday to tell her about Zong Yu's condition, he got the same response.

For several days, Zong Ying's phone has been turned off, and no one answered the phone call to her apartment. Sheng Qiushi felt a little uneasy in his heart and decided to visit her apartment after work, but before that, he tried to call the landline of the 699 apartment again.

When the phone rang suddenly, Sheng Qing let his hand hold the booklet, and just touched the gilded Mobius ring on the cover with his fingertips.

He tilted his head to look out the door, the bell rang relentlessly in the dark, and finally he put down the booklet and walked out of the bedroom to answer the phone.

"Zong Ying?" After he said tentatively, he seemed to be relieved: "You are finally here, I thought..." The worried words were not finished, but they suddenly became suspicious: "Is that you? ?"

Sheng Qing on the other end of the phone replied, "Hello, who are you looking for?"

"Who are you Zong Ying? Why are you in her apartment?"

Even across the phone, Sheng Qingrang immediately noticed that the other party's attitude had obviously become bad. He judged that the other party might have a good personal relationship with Zong Ying, and to avoid causing trouble for Zong Ying, he replied, "Sir, I think the phone line may be wrong. There is no one you are looking for here."

Sheng Qiushi on the other end of the phone was stunned for three seconds, and Sheng Qing let him hang up.

There were few people outside the hospital building, only the ambulance was called non-stop; the 699 apartment was quiet again, Sheng Qingjang turned to look at the clock, the second hand moved one frame at a time, and it was already late.

He suddenly remembered Zong Ying's advice to "let him sleep well" before he left, quickly sorted out his emotions, and went back to the bedroom to re-tie the booklet and put it back in place.

At this time, there was a sudden wind outside, the old sixteen-pane window was pushed and knocked, and the air was a little damp, as if it was going to rain.

However, on this night in 1937, the typhoon evacuated, the clouds were thin, the moon was more than half full, and it was almost full, but after all, a corner was missing.

After taking care of the weak newborn, Zong Ying didn't feel sleepy and left the mansion building alone.

The white moonlight filled the garden, the branches and leaves glowed with light, and the bark came from far away, unable to capture the hustle and bustle of the city, nor the tension of war.

All the people in the small building fell asleep peacefully, as if Shanghai was still a paradise, and there was nothing to worry about.

But Zong Ying understood that this state of affairs would not last long.

She turned around and looked up at the new building, vaguely remembering what it looked like half a century later, where it belonged... The brows were inexplicably stained with a ray of melancholy, a little dazed.

Now, what kind of road and fate will the people who are sleeping peacefully in this building later have?

Will such a family finally fall apart, or will they stick together for more than half a century?

Soon, the first bad news arrived at the sleeping mansion a few hours later.

It was not yet bright, and Uncle Xu of the uncle's family came to report the murder in an embarrassed manner. The second sister was not happy at all when she stayed upstairs. In the end, only Qinghui hurriedly dressed and went downstairs, standing outside the small building, watching Uncle Xu cry with snot and tears, and was at a loss.

Qinghui only felt her ears buzzing, and she didn't listen to the other party's words. All she knew was that the uncle who lived in Hongkou was killed by the bomb, and the housekeeper, Uncle Xu, escaped the disaster because he went out to run errands, but he had nowhere to go.

The uncle, together with the house, were all burned to a pile of charcoal.

"It's just a little bit, it's only a few hours away..." Uncle Xu's voice was completely hoarse, "If I knew this earlier, I would tie the master to the pier no matter what, and it won't happen when I board the boat... I I'm sorry, sir, and even more ashamed of the entrustment of Mr.

The second sister was finally willing to come down from the upstairs at this time, frowning and hearing this, she was extremely annoyed.

The uncle's family has always been lazy, and only knows how to take advantage of others. She has a very bad impression of that room since she was a child, and her relationship is naturally cold.

Now that the uncle is dead, she can't feel the slightest grief. She suddenly stepped forward and pulled Qinghui, and said to Uncle Xu: "The third child is not here, and I will cry to his apartment." After that, she turned her head to stare Hui, said sharply: "What are you doing down here, go back!"

Sheng Qinghui was stunned in place for a few seconds, she pushed her back, and retreated into the door. Then she heard the door slamming into the door, so she could only turn around and go upstairs.

Zong Ying stood in the upstairs corridor and watched for a while, and when she saw her coming up, he silently returned to the room.

One of the children fell asleep unconsciously, and the other got up early and volunteered to help in the kitchen.

Zong Ying sat on the sofa and saw Sheng Qinghui enter the door and went straight to the dressing table, and unconsciously picked up the wooden comb in front of the mirror, but did not move.

Zong Ying didn't say anything, Qing Hui just sat there. After a while, she saw Qinghui lowered her head and took out a stack of ferry tickets from the drawer—

It was Sheng Qing who came to the mansion a while ago and left the last few tickets.

Only then did she realize that today was the 17th, which was the date on the ticket.

Therefore, what Sheng Qinghui holds in his hand is actually an opportunity to leave Shanghai, but this opportunity will soon expire.

And at this moment, no one in this family has any sign of planning to evacuate.

There was no movement in the room for a long time, Zong Ying picked up the teacup in front of him, drank the cold water and lowered his head suddenly and asked, "How long until the boat leaves?"

Qinghui quickly returned to her senses and looked at the time on the ticket, but did not say a word.

Zong Ying put down the teacup: "If you have time, do you want to leave?"

Qing Hui never thought about leaving Shanghai, but the tragic death of the eldest brother's injury and the uncle's tragic death emphasized the ever-changing wartime more clearly. The uncle could have been evacuated safely on today's boat, but was replaced by the cold news of death, who would have expected it?

Facing Zong Ying's question, Qing Hui frowned and thought for a long time, but couldn't give an answer, she only turned her head to look at Zong Ying on the sofa.

There was worry in her eyes, but she maintained a bit of naive fluke, and her voice was obviously not confident: "The battle won't last too long... It will end soon, won't it?"

Zong Ying opened his lips, his eyelashes trembled slightly, but he hesitated.

Qinghui's face was completely exhausted, and the living room bell rang. She took one last look at the time on the ticket and put them back in the drawer——

"Five Dynasties Rivers, Mountains, Wind and Moon"

If it fails, it is just a pile of waste paper that has been let down.

Sheng Qingrang obviously expected this kind of disappointment, so he went back to the mansion, without saying a word, just chatted with Zong Ying for a while, handed over the items she entrusted, and then went to deal with other things - official business, uncle's side 's aftermath.

Before parting, he said that he would come to pick Zongying back at night, but was rejected.

Zong Ying's reason is very good. Both patients are unstable and need to be observed for two more days.

She is not nostalgic here, but everything must at least have a beginning and an end, which is about principles.

In the end, the two agreed on a bottom line. In any case, on August 19, Zong Ying must return to her era.

In the past two days, even if Zong Ying didn't go out, he felt a real change - first, the food, the ingredients became less, and the servants in the kitchen could no longer play tricks; the second was water and electricity, and hot water was almost It stopped, there was always a power outage; finally, the people in the apartment, the second sister's family, including the second brother-in-law and children, all moved into the mansion from China.

There are good things, the elder brother's condition is becoming more and more stable, and the sick child is finally able to eat normally.

Just when Zong Ying and Qing Hui both breathed a sigh of relief, the second sister still couldn't forget the "three-day limit" she had set for Qing Hui - now the more people in her family, the less she could see Qing Hui surrounded by two unrelated people. Strange children turn. As the temporary head of the family, she finally ordered Qinghui to send the two children to the orphanage at noon on the 19th.

Qinghui struggled and refused to go. The second sister pulled and dragged people out of the door. She stood at the door with a broom in hand and said harsh words: "Sheng Qinghui, don't think about it until you give away these two oil bottles!"

Qing Hui reluctantly got into the car, and Zong Ying also went with her.

The car drove out of the mansion and went straight to the Concession Welfare Institute.

Qinghui has been fighting ideological struggles all the way. If she refuses to send them to the orphanage, then she is likely to be swept out of the house by the second sister; but if she really sends these two children there, she is not at ease.

Zong Ying saw her anxiety and said, "Tell me what you think."

Qinghui was obviously trying to convince herself: "It's not impossible to send to the orphanage, I'll go see them when I have time..." She was so nervous that she even bit her nails: "In the past, the school organized us to do volunteer work in the orphanage. The orphanage is still very warm.”

After talking about all the benefits, the orphanage arrived, but the car could not even enter the outer door.

The orphanage was almost occupied by refugees inside and outside the orphanage, and the order of Yuhi had long since been lost. Qinghui looked out of the car window, unable to say a word, her self-persuasion paled in the face of reality.

When a refugee saw the car stopped, she immediately came around and knocked on the window. She hugged the child in her arms tightly and shrank back subconsciously, for fear that the glass would be smashed open.

When the driver saw the situation, he immediately started the car and informed the following two people: "I can't stay here!"

The car fled in the chaos, and Qing Hui was so nervous that she subconsciously retracted her arms, only to hold the child in her arms tighter. When the car stopped, she still didn't let go, and the child started to cry. Zong Ying called her: "Miss Sheng—" When she was shaking, she took the child who was crying more and more in her arms: "I come."

Qinghui's arm muscles were tensed, and it was difficult to relax for a while, but she managed to calm down. She looked out of the car, and what caught her eye was the wide Huangpu River. A British destroyer was parked on the river and was about to set sail.

For the past few days, bodies have been floating in the Suzhou River, and when you look up, you can see the black smoke rising faintly from the north of the city. Refugees are still pouring into the concession area, looting and harassment continue to occur, vehicles transporting food are often blocked, and the number of shops that are open for normal business is decreasing. , the evacuation of the concession has also begun-

More than 80% of the British women and children who boarded the destroyer will go to Wusongkou to board the ship and evacuate the dangerous city of Shanghai.

Departing destroyers are like Noah's Ark.

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