rush to the sky

Perhaps, this can be called, literati style.

In this way, we pursue inner peace and indifference.

It's just that not every air defense alert, not every bombing, we can be so lucky to escape unscathed.

That day, we were in class, and the air defense siren rang as always, and we seemed to have gotten used to its existence, even, it was as common as the bell for the end of get out of class.

The sirens that day were loud and urgent.

When I left, I was quite upset and didn't clean up the cup that I liked so much in the desk. There were other textbooks in it. I took the things I used for class and ran out in a hurry.

Anyway, according to past experience, we came back in a short time, and it was just a false alarm, so we don't need to take anything more.

Moreover, every time I talk about bombing, I miss every time.

Only, this time, the plane really flew over our heads.

The rumbling sound was deafening. We lay down in the ditch, watching the bombs fall around us, and exploded with a "boom".

Blood was flowing, this time, the explosion was right in front of my eyes, and the blood was right beside me.

When the planes circling overhead finally dissipated, we could finally come out, but everyone was disheartened.Some even had blood on their faces.

The old professor's arm was also injured, we had to find some gauze and bandage it in the simplest way.

My arm was also scratched by the splinters, with a small cut and it hurt a bit.

Suddenly, we heard a piercing cry.

When I ran over, I realized that Ah Kuan was lying on the ground with blood all over his face and body. Ah Kuan's mother was holding her son, crying and shouting hysterically.

Seeing us walking past, Ah Kuan forced a smile, and then closed his eyes forever.

forever.

This 10-year-old life, just like that, left forever.

And next to him, there were two little girls who died with Ah Kuan.

These two little girls usually don't talk much, they are thin and small, with big eyes, and they look very aura.They usually followed Ah Kuan, running and dancing together, calling "Brother Ah Kuan" in tender voices.

It's just that they are now bloody and bloody, and their bodies are horrible.

Some timid girls, who had never seen such a bloody scene, couldn't help losing their composure and exclaiming.

The other girls couldn't help it and started to cry. The boys' eyes were also red, and some of them clenched their fists tightly.

Under the bombing, life and death are beyond our control.

Yes, we can't be the masters, and we don't know whether we can still live tomorrow.

When we returned to the classroom, it was already a wolf.Half of the classroom collapsed, and my desk had already been buried under the rubble.

We watched all this, speechless for a long time.

Desks, in the flames of war, where is the place to put the desks.

Hiro and the two little girls just left.

Except for the sadness of a few families, life still has to go on.

Perhaps, the gunfire that day was the direct reason why those five boys joined the army.

They don't want the enemy's planes to attack, but they can only hide in the trenches and watch the disappearance of one life after another.

So helpless.

So, a passionate man, he cast his pen and joined the army.

At the age when they should be studying in the classroom, they set foot on the training ground.

Maybe it's because of the violin, maybe it's because of the common experience from student to pilot, for these five boys, apart from being their instructor, Shen Yihui treats them as his own younger brothers in private.

These hot-blooded men, every morning, are right above our heads, practicing flying, repelling, fighting, and speed.Sometimes, when I went to find Shen Yihui, I could still see them lined up neatly, training.

Those young lives who ran together seemed to bring life to this raging land.

Half a year, just over half a year, these five boys can already fly into the blue sky.

In a special period, there is a shortage of pilots, so it can only be done quickly.

Five boys invited me to that simple graduation ceremony.

They said, thousands of miles away, their relatives could not come here, and I was equivalent to their honorary parent.

They call me sister.

They have become a new generation of pilots.

It's just that I didn't expect that what these five boys and I will experience in the future will be life and death.

That was already a later thing.

What happened later, whether life or death, we did not expect at that time.

I can only sigh that things are impermanent.

In fact, less than half a year after the start of the war, our pilots shot down hundreds of Japanese planes, but we also lost more than 100 pilots. Early pilots.

Some of these people come from top universities with gentle manners and outstanding IQs, and they have a bright future;

However, when their family and country fell, these people made a common choice.

More than half of them died in the early days of the war.