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Chapter 190 Wang Tianfeng travels to the modern era 49

"Yes, this is a place that combines history and modernity. Isn't it very interesting?" Chu Hua turned around and smiled, her watery eyes sparkling.

She took Wang Tianfeng to the Laomendong Historical and Cultural District in Nanjing. There were many old buildings preserved there, which formed a sharp contrast with the modern atmosphere around. For a moment, Wang Tianfeng seemed to have returned to his original era, and the gap and surprise in his heart intertwined into an unspeakable emotion.

"These buildings, these stone slabs..." His voice had a lingering echo, and his hand gently brushed across a bluestone slab. It was a touch that transcended time and space.

Chu Hua seemed to have noticed something was wrong with Wang Tianfeng. She stretched out her finger and waved it in front of his eyes: "Uncle, are you okay?"

Wang Tianfeng raised a bitter smile, and after a moment of silence, he said in a low voice: "I remembered something."

Chu Hua certainly knew what Wang Tianfeng was thinking, and she would think the same thing.

The Yangtze River was a river of blood and floating corpses under the ancient city.

The old man whose chest was pierced by a bayonet still stared at the invader.

The woman who begged for mercy while holding her baby had her neck cut by a knife.

The child who fled in panic under the bomber, naked...

When she thought of this, Chu Hua clenched her fists tightly, and she didn't feel any pain even when her nails dug into her flesh. Wang Tianfeng also turned his back, his clenched fists trembling slightly, and his eyes turned red and dim.

There were shouts coming from the shops on both sides of the street, laughter coming from behind, and balloons in the hands of children soaring into the sky, carried farther and farther by the wind. Chu Hua looked up and saw the fluttering national flag. The sky above Nanjing was free, tolerant, and peaceful.

Only a nation that has been baptized by war will cherish the hard-earned peace.

"Uncle, we are living in the prosperous era that you and our predecessors have been looking forward to. Although you cannot see this prosperous era, I believe that our predecessors can definitely feel it."

The slightly damp wind in front of Chu Hua's eyes blew away the dust of historical wars. She believed that the spirits of the predecessors who fought bloody battles, accompanied by the long wind, crossed the boundaries of time and comforted the hearts of the younger generations.

Wang Tianfeng's lips twitched slightly when he heard this, but he couldn't utter a word. He stared intently, as if he heard the echo of a bell not far away, heavy and distant.

Chu Hua seemed to see another self in his eyes, the Wang Tianfeng who was struggling to survive in the troubled times. But after a moment, his expression returned to calm.

Chu Hua's eyes sparkled and she winked at Wang Tianfeng playfully: "Uncle, don't think too much. Life is worth it." As she said that, she handed over the dessert in her hand.

Wang Tianfeng smiled and said, "You're right. Life on earth is worth it."

Chu Hua held Wang Tianfeng's hand. Her steps were light and a little playful, as if she wanted to share all the good things with him.

"Uncle, listen to me, I actually have a special place I want to take you to." Chu Huan stopped and turned to look at Wang Tianfeng's serious eyes.

Wang Tianfeng brushed Chu Hua's hair and asked softly, "Where is it?"

"The Nanjing Massacre Memorial Hall... Would you be willing to go?" Chu Hua's voice was a little hesitant, afraid that he would recall bad memories, but she also wanted to help him heal his heart.

Wang Tianfeng's eyes were complicated. He knew what had happened on this land. He knew that darkness and those innocent and painful faces, but he also knew that it was also a symbol of resistance and courage.

"Go." Wang Tianfeng nodded after all.

"There are too many heroic souls here. Although it is heavy, I want to face it."

Chu Hua felt relieved. She knew what this meant. It meant that Wang Tianfeng was willing to face this era, willing to acknowledge the past and accept the present.

The two walked slowly on the way to the memorial hall. Chu Hua tugged at the corner of Wang Tianfeng's clothes from time to time, breaking the silence around them with her innocence.

"Uncle, just smile. I know this decision is difficult, but I will stay with you." Chu Hua raised her face, and there was almost no shadow in her pure eyes.

Wang Tianfeng looked at her, and a warm feeling slowly spread in his heart. He curved his lips slightly and said, "Huanhuan, you are just like the sun."

Chu Hua's smile instantly brightened. She held Wang Tianfeng's face with one hand and leaned over to kiss him gently on the cheek. "I am your little sun!" She said, turned around and ran away quickly, leaving Wang Tianfeng with only a smart back and a crisp laugh.

Wang Tianfeng watched her run away, feeling relieved and expectant.

The hustle and bustle along the way, the laughter and noise of passers-by, all formed a sharp contrast with them. Wang Tianfeng had the war and smoke of the past in his mind, but in front of him was a bright and peaceful modern world.

He had never imagined how he would feel when he actually walked into the place where his memories were kept. Before he even stepped into the door of the memorial hall, everything in front of him came to an abrupt end.

Chu Hua held Wang Tianfeng's hand and stopped at the entrance of the Nanjing Massacre Memorial Hall. She turned to look at him, her eyes full of expectation and a hint of nervousness. Here are traces of history and the silent testimony of our predecessors.

"Uncle, are you ready? This may be a little uncomfortable, but...but I think this is the only way."

There was a hint of trembling in Chu Hua's voice. After all, this was bringing a person who was deeply trapped in the shadow of the past into the abyss of memories.

Wang Tianfeng took a deep breath, raised his hand and covered the back of Chu Hua's soft hand, giving her a firm look.

"Hanhuan, I believe you. Take me to see it." Wang Tianfeng's voice was like a stone in a glacier, cold, hard and steady.

The two slowly entered the memorial hall and walked along the long historical corridor. Both held a bunch of chrysanthemums in their hands, their faces were serious, and there was no more physical contact, which was a respect for the ancestors.

On the walls, black and white photos silently narrate the suffering and heroism of the past, and each one is the crystallization of tears, blood and sweat.

"Look, these are photos from that time." Chu Hua pointed to an exhibit on the wall and explained softly, trying to use her words to alleviate the heaviness brought by those pictures.

As we went deeper, under the dim light, a large circular memorial hall came into view, with a huge wreath placed in the middle, symbolizing the remembrance and tribute to the deceased. In the quiet space, there were only their light footsteps and occasional whispers.

"Uncle, look over there." Chu Hua pointed to an exhibition area on the left side in front, where there were some well-preserved cultural relics and diaries, recording the living conditions and indomitable spirit of the people at that time.

Wang Tianfeng stood in front of a display cabinet with an open glass cover, staring at the relics of an unknown soldier inside. He slowly reached out his hand as if he could touch the warmth of that history.