The flames of war burned and it was out of control. It was a big city, and it was still singing and dancing not long ago. At this moment, it is already panic.

Only a few people are still running on the street. The towering buildings have been razed to the ground by cannonballs. The Tong's mansion is entirely built of stone bricks. Although it has some resistance to cannonballs, it is not a little bit.

The airstrike struck again in the night of the second day, and the quiet night was instantly surrounded by **** terror.

The Tong family didn't dare to go out. All the family members were huddled in the mansion. They watched the attic in the backyard collapsed by a cannonball, and just a moment later, the fire lit up the night.

The servants who had lived inside for a long time covered their mouths and wept, while more people were wailing and wailing outside the window.

Until the early morning air raid was completely over, Tong Shuangpin shuddered and opened the window. Looking around, the whole city was already a sea of ​​flames, and countless painful wailings were mixed in the raging fire.

She couldn't help holding her arms tightly, her teeth trembling, but several figures had already emerged from the downstairs. They were the housekeeper and servant of the Tong family and Shi Qingyi.

"Fire Fighting—Fire Fighting—"

The wooden attic is still burning, some people are carrying large tanks and others holding cans, but they are still trying their best.

Tong Shuangpin suddenly felt that the corners of his eyes were astringent.

Last night, Tong Shuangren also went down. Her legs and feet were inconvenient and she could only help with some things. The fire in the attic finally calmed down, and the scorched smoke went up into the sky.

Shi Qingyue came over to help her into the mansion, warmly told her to rest, and he and the strong man hurried out to help other fire places on the street.

When Qingyi came back from a hard night, the sky was already bright. Tong Shuang hired a soaked towel to wipe the black dust off her face, and the voice was as steady as possible.

"Hurry up and take a shower and change clothes. I got a ticket to return to southern Sichuan, and I will leave this morning."

Four large boxes were neatly arranged in the living room, and she was going to take everyone from the mansion here.

Only the Tong family was not too messy under the command of Tong Shuangpin at this time. Shi Qingyi was immersed in the water half of his body, and there were still injuries on his back that did not dare to enter the water.

The system hasn't spoken to her for a long time, and at this time it also urged: "Host, hurry up, this place will fall in less than a month."

In such a war-torn era, a slow step is a lifetime.

When Shi Qingyue came downstairs from the shower, Tong Shuang was on the phone. The phone line was broken. She was still trying. She looked a little anxious. Seeing Shi Qingyue came down and put down the phone, he went up and took her hand.

As if trying to draw a little strength from it, Shi Qingyue held her hand tightly back.

Only when I got out of the mansion did I see what is called Purgatory on Earth. The once prosperous realm has all turned into scorched ruins. The surviving people tried their best to shout on every ruin to see if anyone was alive.

There were even mutilated limbs on the road and there was no time to escape the corpse that was blown to death. A few-year-old child guarded his mother’s body and cried...

Shi Qingyue couldn't help but wanted to save him, but Tong Shuang was hired to hold him back.

"You can't save everyone."

Finally, she limped over and put a sum of money in the child's hand. The faces of several people in the group were extremely solemn, and no one dared to look back.

The train station is full, and there are people outside crying and begging to let them in. Everyone knows that this is no longer Anle Township, but hell. Everyone wants to escape quickly.

Tong Shuang paid a lot of money to get the train tickets to leave. A group of people struggled to squeeze inside, so when it was chaotic, there were pickpockets fishing in troubled waters.

The pocket watch in a servant's pocket was touched, and he could not help but yell at me. The pickpocket had already entered the flow of people like a drop of water.

The pickpocket went upstream, and the whole scene was extremely out of control. The person who was stolen wanted to get it back.

Suddenly there were three thumping gunshots outside the field, and the courageous had already been screamed with fright, and the army guarded the outside uniformly.

With the gunshots came the roaring sound, "Whoever dares to make trouble again, I will kill him!"

This voice--

The person who was still covering Tong Shuangpin's ears for fear of frightening her suddenly turned his head and looked back across the narrow railway station with hundreds of people.

The adjutant who had just come down from the battlefield at that moment also happened to look up.

The adjutant who received the task and brought people over to evacuate the civilians almost thought he was dazzled and his pupils shrank sharply, and then suddenly roared and pushed forward desperately.

"Young Master—Young Marshal—"

"Leave all the way to Lao Tzu——Young Marshal——"

His eyes were red, as if tears were about to fall. The Shijiayimen had all been killed in the past two years, and the rest of them were transporting supplies from the rear.

The young master disappeared in an ambush, and the body was not found. Everyone said that the body might have been washed away by the water. As a last resort, he could only take the remaining troops and go to the Shen family.

He has never given up looking for the young master for so long.

I saw it just now, how could it suddenly disappear!

The adjutant fired three shots into the sky, and the crowd reluctantly left a path for him in fear. He followed the route he remembered just now, but there was no figure at all.

"How could there not be..."

The adjutant murmured in disbelief. At this moment, the train was moving, and he looked up desperately and saw a figure passing by in the window of the car.

"Young Master—"

No one answered him, only the train drove into the distance non-stop.

——

At that moment, when Shi Qingyue turned his head back, Tong Shuangpin raised his head and kissed her.

"Qingyi——" Tong Shuangpin firmly took her hand and forced her to look back.

The soft lips pressed against her, her breath intertwined.

Tong Shuangpin has always been a person who has restrained etiquette, but he did not dare to be intimate with her in front of others when he likes to be the most daring. This is the first time.

Shi Qingzhao was dumbfounded for a while, and the crowd around him was constantly flowing. Tong Shuangpin couldn't stand up at all. She could only turn around and hug her waist to prevent her from falling.

And Tong Shuang hired her to imprison her, kissed her, and refused to let her look back even once.

She clearly knew that once Shi Qingyi turned her head, then this person would never belong to her again.

The train moved forward aside from everything here, leaving behind patches of black smoke. Shi Qingyue was looking back, and Tong Shuang was thankful that she could no longer look back.

South Sichuan, that is her boundary.

She hoped that Shi Qingyue would be safe from disasters in his life, but in fact, it's good to forget.

After sitting on the train for a day and a night, Shi Qingye didn't fall asleep again this time, but looked out the window worriedly.

The way back is very long. After passing through villages destroyed by war, there are also deserted sandy areas after escaping from famine, as well as skinny children kneeling along the road and begging by the railway.

The saddest scene in the entire human life is here, no, just the tip of the iceberg.

When Shi Qingyue couldn't sleep at night, Tong Shuangpin stretched out his hand to cover her eyes: "Go to sleep."

What can be covered is the eyes, what can not be covered is this full of emotions.

"If you hadn't picked me up at the time, I would probably be as hungry as they were, begging along the street."

The train rumbling in his ears, Tong Shuangpin gently rubbed her eyebrows, "Why do you think this way?"

"Miss Tong, what is your sweetheart like?" Shi Qingyue was lying on Tong Shuangpin's lap, a little looking forward to her evaluation.

Tong Shuang did not speak for a long time before saying: "You are better than her."

"Perhaps she is a good person to everyone, to this country, to her subordinates, but to me, she is not a good lover."

She Tong Shuangpin is the most selfish person. She just wants a lover to accompany her to sleep in this troubled world and work hand in hand.

Once Shi Qingyue couldn't, but now this person can.

Because all the telephone lines were blown up, and there was no time to notify in advance, Tong Shuang didn't know it when Tong Shuang was hired back. When the group returned to Tong's mansion with their luggage, the Tong's mansion was already in chaos.

"Take this one, and the vase too..."

"Be careful, cheap hoofs, this is an old antique vase that is hundreds of years old, you can take care of your skin if it breaks!"

The wound on Tong Gu Long's head had healed a long time ago, and he was still wearing his old-fashioned hat, directing his servants to move everything out.

"Cousin, what are you doing?"

Tong Shuangpin's eyes were cold. Standing in front of Tong's mansion, Tong Gulong saw the white satin cheongsam as soon as he turned his head, almost frightened.

"Didn't I hear that there was a bombardment over there, and you have been unable to contact me. If you are not at home here, the people in the house are panicked. I was afraid that these dirty hands and feet took things, so I thought about moving to me first. There……"

Tong Gulong took a sip of tea, his expression confident.

"What? Cousin thought I was killed in the bombing?" Tong Shuangpin's expression was cold, and his voice was too cold.

"Cousin, you--"

"Then since I'm not dead yet, move all the things that I moved out." Tong Shuang hired the tea cup on the table for a while, his momentum was already thrilling.

Tong Gulong has a thick face and wants to struggle a bit: "Cousin, I did this. Alas, my mother loves the things I moved. Besides, aren't you going to get married sooner or later? Just in advance—"

"Cousin, you should know why you don't ask yourself after reading the sage books these years," Tong Shuangpin lowered his eyes and spoke directly to the senior worker in the courtyard.

"Excuse me, everyone, I will bring everything back again. If it is blocked, I will treat it as a guilty conscience. I just tied it up and sent it to the police station."

"You!" Tong Gulong's face rose like pig liver, and he finally couldn't help being slapped so severely in front of him.

"Cousin, this battle is coming right away. I have discussed with Eniang. I have already invited several elders to set the wedding date. We will go abroad as soon as we get married. Think about it yourself!"

After that, he flicked his sleeves and went out, still jealous at the several hundred-year-old vases, staring fiercely before leaving.

Shameless and shameless, I can ask her to be a great kindness. I only wait for myself to get the property.

His eyes were sullen and he hurried away.

Shi Qingyi went in and stood beside Tong Shuangpin until he left. Tong Shuangpin looked extremely tired, leaning on her waist, relying on her to close her eyes.

She was really tired after encountering air strikes, fighting fires, and fleeing. On the train day and night, when she came back, she encountered such a bad thing.

The reason why this big son, Tong Shuangpin, was able to take over the Tong's family was also a reason for his identity. Such an ancient family and the respected elders are so powerful, I don’t know how she would refuse—

On the other side, the adjutant was on the train heading south.

In addition to the marshal, he also saw Miss Tong that day, and now there is only one Miss Tong who is the largest in southern Sichuan.

Tong's family, Tong Shuang hired.