Hua Ting's awakening was like that shown in most time-travel dramas, when she suddenly opened her eyes in a ward surrounded by white snow.
Of course, she was not the only one in the ward.
Standing at the edge of the bed was Father Bai with wet eyes.
But the first person she thought of was Jian Yi.
"Dad, how long have I been lying here?"
Compared with the excited father Bai, Hua Ting seemed extraordinarily calm and calm.
"Hua Ting," Bai's father's tears fell down.
"You scared all of us to death."
He didn't bother to call the doctor and kept giving Hua Ting carefully from head to toe.
He looked carefully and said, "Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?
Do you have a headache?
Do you feel dizzy?
Tell me if you feel uncomfortable anywhere."
Hua Ting just repeated what she just said very calmly, "Dad, how long have I been lying here?"
Dad Bai still felt uneasy and checked her whole body inside and out again before replying, "Two months."
"Why is it only two months?"
Hua Tingteng jumped up from the bed and got off the bed, "Where is my great-grandpa?
I want to go find my great-grandfather."
If you find your great-grandfather, you can get your great-grandma's cheongsam.
If you get the cheongsam, you can travel through time again and return to Jian Yi.
However, Bai's father told her in a deep voice: "Hua Ting, your great-grandfather passed away a month ago."
"What" In the next hour, the doctor conducted a comprehensive examination on her brain and body.
The result was that there was no problem.
She just knocked her head in the bathroom of Guangsha Hotel and fell into coma. two months The doctor also approved her to be discharged from the hospital with extremely complicated and anxious feelings.
And when this prosperous street scene of the 21st century appeared in front of her, she suddenly found that she, who belonged to this era, was somewhat unable to adapt.
There were no wealthy ladies in cheongsams and twisted waists to watch the theater, nor were there wealthy men in robes and mandarins wearing gold chains, nor were there retro old Jim cars that symbolized status.
She really couldn't get used to it for a while.
Originally, she wanted to use her great-grandma's cheongsam to travel again, but her father Bai told her that on the day of her great-grandpa's cremation, he burned her great-grandma's cheongsam to him.
So now, there is only one way to travel back to the Republic of China.
The next afternoon, Hua Ting went completely crazy in the Guangsha Hotel.
At first, she just screamed hysterically at the door of the toilet and cried bitterly with tears, which alarmed the residents and diners on the entire floor and ran out to see what was going on.
After shouting, the tears quickly evaporated with anger.
She stormed out of the hotel angrily, stood at the door and pointed at the sky, shouting curses.
"God, you bastard makes such a bad joke just because you have two brushes in your hand.
Do you know that you are going too far?
If you have the ability, come out and I will fight you to the death.
No matter what, you will do it."
You want me to go back to the Republic of China to find my Jian Yi."
There was such a young girl standing at the door of the hotel, cursing at the sky, which immediately attracted the guests and passers-by inside and outside the hotel to watch and talk about it.
Of course, the security guard of Guangsha Hotel cannot let a crazy woman yell and curse at the door to affect the hotel's image.
It's just that for such a young girl, the security guard couldn't drag her away directly, so he first called the lobby manager to persuade her.
The lobby manager ran out to take a look, and was shocked to recognize Hua Ting, and said in surprise: "Isn't this Miss Bai who broke her head in our toilet two months ago?"
After seeing the new scar on Hua Ting's forehead, There was still bright red blood, and the lobby manager was even more surprised.
Is the bathroom floor in our hotel really that slippery?
When the manager said this, the security captain who was following him also remembered it and said with the same surprise: "Yeah, why did he hit his head again this time?"
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Ding Yaoyi, who had been with Hua Ting the whole time, held her hand tightly and forcibly took her away from the commotion caused by her.
However, after so many years, when she saw Ding Yaoyi's face again, her heart could be said to be peaceful or dead.
The yearning and excitement of that day have long since disappeared over time.
"Hua Ting, what's wrong with you?"
"Ding Yaoyi, let's break up."
"What?"
Ding Yaoyi, who was standing opposite her, opened his eyes in surprise after hearing these decisive breakup words.
"I know you will feel strange when you see me now, but listen to me."
Hua Ting took a deep breath and ignored the wound on her forehead.
She raised her hand and wiped away the blood from the wound, "I don't care if you Believe it or not, what I am saying now are all my personal experiences during the two months I was in coma.”
Therefore, Hua Ting told him all her experiences in Shanghai, including the story of her great-grandfather Ding Sicheng.
During the process, she sometimes laughed and sometimes cried.
In the end, she shed tears and once again denounced him with indignation.
That damn god came up.
Hua Ting now really hates that prank God.
Although the time and space tunnel suddenly transferred her to the Republic of China, she had been extremely eager to return to modern society.
But when her wish came true at this moment, she was not happy at all.
Ding Yaoyi was shocked when he heard Hua Ting's story about traveling through the Republic of China.
If it wasn't Hua Ting who said these words, he would definitely think that the other person was a psycho.
All of Hua Ting's experiences in the Republic of China, including his great-grandfather's affairs, were all one by one.
It matched all the stories about his great-great-grandfather that he had heard from his grandfather.
He had never said these words to anyone outside the family, so he completely believed that Hua Ting’s time travel was true.
"Let's break up, Ding Yaoyi."
This was Hua Ting's last words to Ding Yaoyi.
On the day when freshmen registered, Hua Ting did not go.
She needed time to adjust herself.
She was completely unable to devote herself to the 21st century that she had been thinking about.
She suffered from severe insomnia and unbearable heartache.
It was a kind of pain like being shot through the heart by a bullet.
She seemed to be able to see a bloody hole bursting out of her heart, and the pain was unbearable.
One day two months later, she finally got up the courage.
When she typed in the two words Jian Yi that made her think about day and night with trembling hands, she realized that she was almost going crazy thinking about him as if she was addicted to poppy.
There is very little information about Jian Yi on the web page.
It only briefly introduces how he refused the Japanese's wooing, insisted on the "Northeast Rebellion", and made great contributions to the unification of the motherland and national unity.
Regarding the family, the record is more concise and clear, using only 8 words to describe it: "I lost my wife in my early years and never married."
Hua Ting continued to search without giving up, and finally found fragments about him on some less popular news web pages.
It was an interview report by a reporter with Jian Yi on the day of the victory of the Anti-Japanese War in 1945.
On the yellowed newspaper page in the picture, Jian Yi's face is blurred, and only the outline of his face can be vaguely discerned.
The reporter asked him what he thought of the victory of the Anti-Japanese War.
Jian Yi is still the same old and dishonest boy, and he answered the question unreasonably: I said I knew I would win this day, do you believe it or not?
By this day, August 15, 1945, I wanted to say that I had survived, but she was no longer here.
I guess the reporter felt quite puzzled, so he didn't continue on this topic.
The next question is about Jian Yi's marriage.
The reporter asked him if he planned to remarry.
He was probably a nymphomaniac reporter.
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This guy's answer made her burst into tears.
He said, I am waiting for someone.
And this was exactly the empty promise Hua Ting made to him before leaving.
He said, I always believe she will come back and I will wait for her.
I'm waiting for her Hua Ting lay in front of the computer, crying uncontrollably.
Jian Yi, is this your whole life?
After almost a hundred years of hard work, Shanghai has long ceased to look like it did during the Republic of China, and the entire city has undergone almost earth-shaking changes.
Although the buildings in the concession area have survived for thousands of years, the scenery is no longer the same as it was in the past.
She went to the "Xuhui Concession Area" in the past and found that it was the best preserved place among all the old places, and it basically maintained the same appearance as it did back then.
Because most of the more than 200 garden houses of different styles from the Republic of China period are still intact after the war, this neighborhood has become a sample of modern architecture.
When the Shanghai Municipal Government renovated the Xuhui Mansion District, it has always focused on maintaining its original appearance and restoring the style of the Republic of China to the greatest extent.
Hua Ting got her wish and found the Jian Mansion where she and Jian Yi lived briefly.
The total construction area of Jian Mansion once exceeded 700 square meters, with two buildings and one bungalow.
However, now only a two-story Western-style building at Yingyuanmen remains.
The current Jian Mansion has been transformed into the "Shanghai Anti-Japanese War Memorial Hall" and is open to the public.
Hua Ting did not hesitate to go in and visit.
The fireplace and sofa in the living room still maintain their original appearance, except that the two 16-karat wedding photos above the fireplace are missing.
Hua Ting stood in front of the fireplace, looking up at the empty wall blankly.
She tried her best to hold back her tears.
She could imagine that the photo must have been buried with Jian Yi's body.
As for the once-popular "Mrs.
Jane", there are very few historical records.
She couldn't find it at all.
She only saw about it in a relatively unpopular historical material.
The record of Jianghu tycoon Bai Qihong’s only daughter seems to say that she died in an accident at home in her early years.
Maybe, she didn't exist in that period of history at all.
Or maybe the six-year experience of the Republic of China was just a dream that never happened.
She walked slowly, carefully and slowly observing the furnishings in the room, and finally sat down at a dining table covered with a snow-white tablecloth.
She vaguely felt that in the next second, Jian Yi would come out of the kitchen with two steaming plates of braised pork ribs, and proudly said to her: "Sister Hua, you will be obsessed with me and will praise you endlessly."
She sniffed and tried hard to hold back the tears that were pouring down her face.
She shook her head and realized that she had another illusion.
She seemed to hear Jian Yi's footsteps coming down the stairs.
She "kicked" in a jumping pattern unhurriedly. ", kick, kick" and ran towards her.
She finally couldn't control it and lay down in front of the dining table and cried.
I miss you so much, Jian Yi. what do I do You taught me how to live bravely in this era that belongs to me.
I want to go to Peking with you, even if it means living through the days of bullets and bullets.
I want to welcome the arrival of August 15, 1945 with you.
I want to spend the rest of my life side by side with you.
But what should I do I don’t know how long I cried on the dining table.
When I left, Hua Ting stopped in front of the courtyard garden.
The small garden in the courtyard was as full of roses as it was back then.
Every spring in April, flowers bloom into a sea, and the garden is full of deep red and light white, revealing their fragrance.
When the sunset cast a pale golden ray, she walked alone on the garden path.
She recalled that eighty years ago, the spring scenery in Jian's mansion was equally bright and bright, and she felt a deep sense of loss in her eyes.
She suddenly remembered Baoshan Temple.
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That night she asked Jian Yi to bury the golden pocket watch under the century-old locust tree in Baoshan Temple.
Wiping away her tears, she hailed a taxi and rushed to her destination impatiently.
She also borrowed a shovel from the old master in the temple.
Under the astonished gazes of pairs of eyes, she struggled to shovel away a circle of mud around the locust tree.
Considering the strength of a lazy person like her, Jian Yi was not buried deeply.
What appeared in her field of vision was a small dark brown wooden box.
With trembling hands, she opened the small wooden box, and what came into view was an old black and white photo that was somewhat yellowed.
The two people in the photo smiled gently, looking like they were peacefully passing through time.
The spring breeze that day was like this frozen black and white photo.
Jian Yi was dressed in a stylish suit, tall and tall, with a slightly raised brow and a free and easy smile.
She still remembered what Jian Yi said on the day of the photo shoot.
He said, "I don't know when Sister Hua will go back.
I want to take photos with you other than wedding photos.
This request is not too much."
The picture of memories played back like a carousel between the flickers of her eyelashes.
When she thought about it more, she could still clearly hear "Flower Sister" with a hint of teasing in her gentle voice.
Closing her eyes, the picture in her memory was fixed on the day she met Jian Yi for the first time.
He smiled lightly, and in response to the golden sunshine outside the window, he gently and ruthlessly expanded a small romantic bracket around his mouth.
Extremely handsome.
Memories always torture people.
Taking her photo and pocket watch with her, it took her almost half a year to sort out her mood, live the life she deserved at her age, and report to the police academy.
Life in the police academy is nothing more than that.
In addition to the various whistles and the command of the commander, I run more than 20 kilometers every day.
It has nothing to do with the weather or my aunt.
The repeated shooting courses and various practical exercises every day are nothing compared to the hail of bullets in Shanghai.
Hua Ting found it particularly boring.
With Huating's marksmanship and the fact that she was a woman, she naturally stood out among a group of freshmen and became famous.
All the boys are not as good as her, and with their little marksmanship and tricks, they naturally cannot catch Hua Ting's attention.
How can these weak little boys, who only hit the target once out of ten shots, compare with Jian Yi?
It's almost like I'm here to play house.
This class was also a shooting class.
Hua Ting was playing with the S92 semi-automatic pistol in her hand boredly.
Suddenly, she heard a male classmate beside her say: "He is probably the only one in our school who can compete with Classmate Bai in marksmanship."
"He" Hua Ting turned around in surprise.
The male classmate pointed it out to her, "No, he's from Class 8.
He's said to be extremely accurate with his marksmanship.
Why don't you two try it out?"
The man 10 meters away wore a camouflage peaked cap and stood in a casual posture.
The shadow of the hat covered most of his face.
Although his cheeks showed slightly sharp lines due to his thinness, the overall appearance was clean and gentle.
Like her, he seemed to be extremely bored with this kind of shooting course day after day.
He just raised his hand and fired a few shots, and all of them hit the red heart, causing a group of girls around him to scream.
He turned the S92 semi-automatic pistol on his index finger a few times before slowly turning his head.
Hua Ting's breathing stopped at this moment.
She stood straight on the spot, unable to react for a long time.
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He slightly raised the corners of his lips towards her, making a simple gesture of shooting, then grinned slightly at the corners of his mouth, raised his hand to raise the brim of his hat, and his familiar peach blossom eyes reflected the warmth of the afternoon.
The sunshine revealed the initial ruffianism.
He smiled cheerfully at her, elegant and handsome.
To be continued.
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