Jinghua Tianjiao

By the time dinner was ready, Du Beijing also arrived home.He always comes back very late these days. Yu Yan knows the reason, but still asks as usual: "Why do you come back at this hour?"

Du Beijing took off his coat, put it aside, and said lowly: "You can work for as long as you can. I don't know what to do with this store in the future."

Obviously, Lao Du is still worried about the renovation of the old city. Although his children and family members have come up with ideas, only he knows about his own discomfort.

When Yu Yan put the dishes on the table, Du Jingjing sat down without washing his hands.Du Juan hurriedly handed a hot towel to her father to wipe his hands, "Dad, don't think so much. I will also be concerned about the shop. Didn't we already agree on it before?"

"Okay, okay, no more. Why hasn't Xiaofeng come back yet?"

As we all know, the old city renovation is currently hanging in the balance. Although no specific notice has been issued, if this matter is not resolved, Lao Du will always be in trouble.

"I went to shoot some material. I said I would shoot some night scenes in the alleys and make a movie then..." Du Juan said
"Well, this kid is on the road now. He's doing this short video very well now. It's much better than before in the Zhuo era." Lao Du praised with satisfaction.

"Dad, if you praise him face to face, you will probably be very happy and have more fighting spirit."

"You guys, those who are engaged in careers should also pay attention to rest and think more about their lives and the future." The old lady was anxious to add more people to her family. She was anxious and spoke in a hurry.
Yuyan was full of confidence and said to the old lady: "Mom, don't worry, your dream of four generations living under one roof is not far away."

The whole family was smiling happily. After a while, Du Feng came in carrying a tripod, and Yu Yan urged them to eat quickly.Du Juan had eaten enough and felt sleepy, so she went back to the house to rest.After a few days of running around, Du Juan suddenly understood Liu Tian.Just a week ago, Liu Tian was running back and forth like this, and he had to help her with work matters. This time she felt the hardship.

Outside the window was the laughter of Du Feng and his family eating. Looking at the family in the dining room, Du Juan's heart felt more comfortable than ever before.

I heard Du Feng ask his mother: "Mom, when will the central axis film be shot? Then I will also participate and shoot some behind-the-scenes."

"It's just a matter of the past few days. I'm still facing the script this afternoon."

"It's pretty good. Once the script is clarified, it will be easy to shoot..."

Du Juan listened to her younger brother talking about this professional matter with his family, and his eyelids became more and more sleepy.

In front of him, there was a vague shadow of a building.

Why does it look so familiar?Is this the back building of Prince Gong’s Mansion?
Du Juan wanted to get closer, but the back building seemed to be filled with huge smoke, sometimes clear and sometimes blurry: How do I remember that I have been to this place?In the memory of the previous dream, Du Juan remembered it very clearly.

My hands were heavy, and I looked down. I don’t know when there was an extra book. Then I read the book "Silk Art". Is this a new dream?After the last dream about Lord Belle, I thought it was over, but I didn’t expect there would be a new one?Du Juan couldn't believe it, and told herself in a half-asleep state: During the days when she was taking care of Jinghuafang, she had this dream one after another. Is this the third dream?

Looking around, everyone is a woman.The women are not very old and are all in their prime.Most of the clothes are the same, a dark blue pleated skirt, a white long-sleeved coat, and everyone's hair is short and ear-length. They look so quiet.Du Juan subconsciously touched her hair, and the same thing happened. My dear, my beautiful hair is gone like this?What era is it now?And how come the text in this book is all in simplified Chinese?
Just as I was thinking about this, I heard several cannon shots coming from far and near, which was deafening!This was not a festive salute, this was... Before Du Juan could react, an alarm sounded from somewhere, and then the courtyard became chaotic.The women panicked and ran towards the back building in front of them.Du Juan was stunned and saw a red light rising into the sky outside the courtyard wall, and at the same time several louder cannons were heard. "Classmate, leave quickly!" Before Du Juan could react, she was pulled forward by someone.The moment she lowered her head, Du Juan saw the name "Fu Jen Women's Home" written on this person's badge. She quickly looked back at herself and saw the same badge.

Fu Jen Catholic Women's College?Du Juan thought in panic, isn't this the predecessor of Prince Gong's Mansion?In the previous dream, the palace was called Prince Qing's Palace, and it had gone through a period of turbulent changes.In the 26th year of the Republic of China (1937), the Vatican purchased the Fu Jen University founded by the Holy See. Since then, Prince Kung’s Mansion has become Fu Jen Catholic University.Du Juan didn't know much about this period of history, but she didn't expect that she would now be a student at Fu Jen Catholic Women's College.Du Juan knew better that this period was not a period of peace.

Glancing forward, I saw that the place everyone was running towards was a hole in the ground. Is this a bomb shelter?
"Buzz--" The roar overhead was the sound of an airplane.Du Juan had never heard an engine so close, as if it was within earshot.

The man who was pulling him said sternly: "Everyone, hurry into the air-raid shelter and hide."

"Teacher, come in quickly!"

There were several thunder-like gunshots behind her, and a neighing sound. Du Juan felt her ears ringing. She was pulled into the air-raid shelter by everyone, and the teacher tried his best to close the door of the air-raid shelter.

"Boom!" With a sound, the kerosene lamp hanging in the air-raid shelter shook violently, and a lot of dust fell from the top. The ground shook like an earthquake, and Du Juan was afraid.She looked at everyone, holding their heads and huddled in the corner like herself. Some girls started to sob.

"Don't be afraid, everyone, don't be afraid! It will be over in a moment!" The teacher looked not much older than herself, but there was no fear on her face.Du Juan noticed the red armband on her shoulder, and she suddenly understood that it was her mission to protect the students.

Du Juan looked at the teacher with respect. The teacher turned to look at her and poked Du Juan's forehead with his finger. "You can't be so careless in the future, you know? It was so dangerous just now! Every one of you is the same, you are all the same." Don’t be careless.”

A classmate next to me took out a book and asked, "Teacher, can our silk art class continue? Is this really our last class?"

The teacher didn't speak, Du Juan looked at her: Does she teach silk art?But in these turbulent times, can silk art continue?I remember that it was during this era that silk art declined for a long time.

The shaking on the ground gradually became less felt, and the dust stopped falling above the head.

Suddenly, I heard several rhythmic knocks on the air-raid shelter door. The teacher opened the door. Standing outside the door was a male teacher. He looked at the students in the air-raid shelter and asked, "Are the students okay?"

The teacher nodded, "Is it lifted?"

"Well, you can come out now."

"Let's go, students, the air raid has been lifted. Let's go back to the classroom quickly. I have something to announce."

In the brief darkness of the air-raid shelter, when the door opened, there was a burst of acrid smoke.There was a yellow mist outside the door. Du Juan walked out and saw several cracks on the wall not far away. They must have been shaken by the gunfire just now.Du Juan watched, and as everyone left, a ball of anger had already risen in her heart.