China Entertainment’s rescue plan is hard to come by

Chapter 543 "Wings in the Sky" 1
Let me tell you, the plot of this movie is original. It is difficult to write at the current level. I know it will be better to read it together, but I really haven’t finished it today. Book friends can wait a moment. I will try to finish it as soon as possible. Let’s put it together again and see the following text:

The screen brightens little by little.

The setting sun is about to sink into the river, and the horizon is a golden sunset. A few scattered streaks of smoke have risen from the town on the shore, and where the river meanders, several sand boats are floating in the middle of the river.

From a distance, a group of people wearing fluorescent vests are busy working around the excavator on the bow of the ship.

The screen advances slowly
"Hey~~ Every time I come here to work, I think of the past. At that time, I was still young and followed my grandpa on the boat. We didn't know what the situation was like at that time. Anyway, the world was in chaos. Soldiers , rich students, teachers, are running everywhere, wishing they could get their wings and fly."

An old captain pinched the cigarette in his hand, stood at the lookout, looked at the town on the shore, and talked nonchalantly.

This person always likes to reminisce about the past when he gets old.

The only audience next to him was a young man wearing black-rimmed glasses. He was wearing a safety helmet and a gray-blue uniform. He held a walkie-talkie in his hand and wore a fluorescent vest with the words "Three Gorges Water Conservancy and River Channel" printed on it. Maintenance Center".

"Uncle, I know this. My hometown is also by the river. Are you talking about the Yichang evacuation?"

"Yes, that's the word. The retreat was a mess. Everyone was retreating. At that time, the little Japanese plane saw it coming from the sky. I don't know how to do it. It was very accurate. It just rushed down like that, and it was done in one go! It blew up an entire boat. If my grandfather hadn't been an old helmsman for decades, I don't know, I would have lost Xiao Liu at that time. Let me tell you, with such a dangerous force, the position on the boat was like a Everyone can get a whole small yellow croaker.”

The old man had a smile on his face, and he opened his fingers and pinched them to a length, as if the small yellow-orange croaker was in his hand.

"Uncle, aren't there any of our planes in the sky? Are they all owned by little devils?" the young man asked curiously.

A gust of river wind blew up the old man's gray hair. The old man suppressed his smile, held a cigarette in his mouth, and cast his muddy eyes on the river, as if he was lost in memories.

"Hiss~~~Hu~~~ There were still some at first, but then they were all gone."

嚓嚓
Just as the young man was about to ask again, the walkie-talkie in his hand rang.

"Gong Liu, are you there? Gong Liu, are you there? I'm from the third dredging team. There's something going on here."

The young man picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Yes, please tell me. What happened at the scene?"

嚓嚓
"It seems we dug something up here."

"what?"

"I'm not sure, but it looks like he's quite big, a little bit like..."

"like what?"

"Like a plane!"

As the scene turned, the machinery on the ship roared, and a huge monster covered with mud and sand, with sporadic iron sheets visible here and there, was salvaged, and finally saw the light of day again with the rushing water.

Immediately afterwards, the screen went dark, and four bright red characters "Wings in the Sky" appeared in the center of the screen.

"Oh, this opening is different. It's indeed director Sun Yi. It's the right time to come today!"

Qian Youyu was sitting in the back row, staring at the screen intently. After just reading the beginning, he was shaking with excitement.

Zhang Li, a senior film critic sitting in the front row across half the venue from him, was not as excited as he was.

He still carried his own small notebook with a highlighter as usual, ready to record some film information at any time.

The beginning is good, the technique is very mature, it can lead to suspense, and the level is still online.

Then we will start telling the story around this aircraft. Well, it should be a good introduction to cut the timeline directly to the Anti-Japanese War period.

Huh? Why is it still modern?

The screen gradually gets brighter.

Birdsong.
A bird flies across the sky, and the entire film begins to follow the bird.

He flew into the city, a sea of ​​high-rise buildings, and flew over the streets, which were full of traffic. We flew over the school, where the children were playing and playing on the playground, and then flew over the park, where the elderly were taking a leisurely walk, and couples were cuddling together, talking and laughing.

In just a few seconds, the shot outlines a quiet and peaceful picture of life. Combined with the soft natural light in the shot, it is very comfortable to watch.

The little bird finally stopped outside the window of a hospital ward. There was a fish tank on the window sill in the ward. The bird stood motionless outside the window, just staring. Its small eyes like rice grains actually gave people a sense of depth. It seems like a thousand years of sight.

There is a very beautiful little goldfish in the fish tank.

The camera followed the sunlight through the window and showed it to the hospital bed. There were two handsome little words written on the card at the end of the bed,
"Yu Fei"

Immediately afterwards, Liu Yifei appeared on the scene, tall and wearing a hospital gown, but her face was slightly pale, and she was slowly packing things beside the hospital bed.

At this time, the door suddenly opened.

"Xiao'er, I'm done. We can leave the hospital."

Wan Qian walked into the ward holding a handful of documents.

"Oh, I told you to wait for me. I'll take care of you. When I was discharged from the hospital, the doctor said that you still need to rest and you can't do strenuous exercise. Come on, sit down and go."

While Wan Qian was talking enthusiastically, she gently helped Yu Fei to sit on the bed, took the things in her hands and started to pack them away.

"Qianqian, I feel much better. It's quite hard for you to clean up so many things by yourself."

"What's good? Sit down honestly. When I say this, I get angry. Where's the one named Sun? He's not here, is he? Be a soldier, be a soldier, protect your family and country, yes, that's right, but this is all in peaceful times. , why can't you take a vacation once a year? Besides, you had an operation this time, under general anesthesia, and it lasted three hours, and he didn't even see him once. Don't talk about people. Do you have a phone number or a text message? ? What else do you need from such a boyfriend? Raising a dog is better than him knowing both cold and hot!"

"Qianqian, he too"

"What is he? Let me tell you, Yu Fei, you are 27 this year. It has been 6 years since you met him in college. How many of us women have 6 years? Last time, my aunt asked you to ask him, what did he think? Should I marry you or not? Has he come back? I can’t decide on a time, so at least give me a promise first. It’s going to be another year in the blink of an eye, and he hasn’t given a shit, so you’re still waiting like this.”

Yu Fei slowly lowered her head, twisting the hospital gown unconsciously with her fingers, a trace of sadness in her eyes.

"Hey~" Wan Qian sighed and shook her head helplessly, with pity on her face. She turned around and hugged her best friend, gently stroking her black hair.

"Yu'er, we have been playing since we were young. When have I ever harmed you? Listen to my sister's advice and let it go. Ah, we are just ordinary women, not so lofty sentiments."

Yu Fei's eyes turned red and she bit her lower lip gently.

"I want to throw this fish tank away for you. Take it with you wherever you go, even when you're in the hospital. It must have been given to you by him again!"

"Don't stop first~"

"Hey~ I really admire you. Hey, this little bird is not afraid of people. Go, go, go."

A pair of hands picked up the fish tank, and the bird outside the window stood there for a long time. It wasn't until the figure in the ward disappeared that it spread its wings and flew away.

At night, a small but warmly decorated single apartment.

The little goldfish was swimming happily in the fish tank. Through the fish tank, Yu Fei's delicate face was pressed against the table, her fingers unconsciously tapping the edge of the fish tank, her eyes were dull and her face looked sad.

"Six years, how many of us women have six years?"

"When you perform such a major operation, don't you even meet him once?"

"Will he marry you? What about his promise?"

"Listen to my sister's advice and let it go."

The words my best friend said during the day kept repeating in my mind, like an invisible knife piercing my heart.

boom.
There was an unusual sound in the corridor, which made her sit up in shock. She quickly picked up a baseball bat and walked tremblingly to the door. She carefully looked out through the door mirror. After a long time, she breathed a sigh of relief. , and squatted down weakly.

It's not a bad person, it's a neighbor moving things.

Calm returned to the house.

Yu Fei has been considered an outstanding child by others since she was a child. She is beautiful, has a kind personality, and studies well. With the scholarship from college, she paid a down payment for this small apartment after working for two years. She thought it would be a warm home for the two of them. The small family, but now, almost two years ago, has never welcomed its male owner.

No matter how good a woman is, she is still a woman, and one day she will be defeated by loneliness.

Yu Fei's eyes were slightly red, her shoulders were trembling, and she bit her lips tightly. As if she had made up her mind, she picked up her phone, pulled out a number, and quickly typed the words "Let's break up." He moved to the send button, but when things came to an end, his fingertips began to tremble again.

Down, move away.

Then go down and move away.

She hesitated for a long time and finally closed the phone.

On the cold floor, she curled up her legs, hugged the baseball bat that could only bring her a sense of security, covered her face and cried bitterly.

In a newspaper office, the office hall was very noisy with people coming and going.

Yu Fei was wearing a white shirt and professional skirt, holding a small book, frowning, walking slowly to the editor-in-chief's office, and tapped twice.

"Editor-in-Chief, you are looking for me."

"Lesui, how is your health? Are you recovering well?"

"Editor-in-Chief, it's okay. Ahem, I'm recovering well."

The editor-in-chief looked to be in his fifties. Seeing Yu Fei like this, he frowned in confusion and couldn't bear it.

"It's really fine. I just have a cough occasionally." As if she saw the editor-in-chief's embarrassment, Yu Fei explained in a considerate way.

"Hmm~~~" The editor-in-chief sighed, hesitated for a while, and then began to speak slowly.

"You are less than, I have a task at hand now, it's very important. I really don't trust others, otherwise I wouldn't be able to arrange it for you right after you are discharged from the hospital."

"It's okay, editor-in-chief, tell me what the task is."

Yu Fei smiled and opened the notepad in her hand.

"Isn't this the 60th anniversary celebration this year? We have arranged to do a special report on remembering the history of the Anti-Japanese War. After much thought, I still feel that I can rest assured that I will leave this topic to you."

Yu Fei thought for a while with her lips in her mouth. As the only one in the agency who won the National Top 100 Journalist Award last year, she really had a responsibility at this time.

"Okay, editor-in-chief, do you have any specific requirements in terms of direction?"

"Don't be too formal. Don't use the previous way of praising virtues. Try to find some novel angles. I suggest you combine the thoughts of contemporary young people, and you can also go to the Internet to find inspiration."

A line of handsome small words was written down in the notebook. Yu Fei lightly brushed her hair on her forehead, looked up at the editor in chief, nodded and said:

"Okay, editor-in-chief, let me try."

Before leaving the house, the editor-in-chief waved to Yu Fei again.

"Oh, by the way, a while ago, the Three Gorges Water Conservancy Company in Yichang salvaged an aircraft during river dredging maintenance work. It seems to be from the Anti-Japanese War period. You can go and see if there are any stories worth digging out."

"OK, all right."

Yu Fei thought for a moment, then nodded slightly and left the office.

Yichang is a city that comes from the Yangtze River, canyons, green mountains and waterfalls.

Yu Fei took her camera and interview materials, took a plane, and took a ferry on the Yangtze River. With the idea of ​​​​relaxing, she traveled all the way to the local military museum in Yichang.

The museum is located in a remote area and is not small in size, but it is a bit dilapidated and not many people visit it.

Here, she saw what the editor said was the salvaged plane. The canopy was severely damaged, and only a single piece of glass remained on the edge, if that could be called a single piece.

The fuselage had a metallic sheen and was covered with bullet holes, and the damaged areas were stained with large chunks of rust like diseased spots. A large piece of the tail is missing, and there seems to be a vague pattern painted on the nose.

She didn't know much about these things, but looking at the countless bullet holes on the fuselage, she could understand how much blood this plane had gone through in the past, and she couldn't help but feel a little awe-struck for this plane. The owner’s story also became more exciting.

"This is still relatively well-preserved. After all, underwater is considered a confined space."

A voice sounded from behind.

He is the curator of the museum.

Yu Fei quickly explained that she was a reporter from the newspaper and took out her press card, hoping to learn about the story about this plane.

"Hello Director, is this the plane that was salvaged from the Yichang section of the Yangtze River some time ago?"

"um, yes."

The Military Museum was always crowded, and no one usually came. Now that a reporter could interview him, the curator was very happy, so he readily agreed and introduced her in front of the plane:
"This is the P1936 fighter jet produced by the United States in 36, also known as the Hawker 75. It was an early model of the famous P40 of the Flying Tigers. In the early days of the Anti-Japanese War, the Kuomintang government urgently purchased 112 fighter jets from the United States, which was considered to be the number that the Air Force could acquire at the time. It is the most advanced fighter aircraft that has arrived. However, in the chaos of the early days of the war, most of these aircraft types were destroyed by air raids and accidents, and they made little achievements on the battlefield. It is really surprising to see this aircraft that has gone through actual combat now. "

The curator led Yu Fei to the tail of the plane, pointed to a large gap in the tail and said again:

"We have inspected it and found that it has a total of 46 bullet holes in its body, including Japanese 7.7mm and 12.7mm machine gun bullet holes, as well as 20mm cannon bullet marks. Reporter Yu, look here, its tail fin was shattered by the cannon of."

"However, we concluded that this was not its fatal injury. With the aircraft's technical level at the time, an excellent pilot could make an emergency landing with this kind of injury."

Then why did it fall into the river? Did the forced landing fail?

Just when Yu Fei was confused, the curator took her to the nose of the plane again and explained: "Look here, you can still vaguely see these small icons. These were the shooting down marks of the pilots back then. The only ones that can be clearly distinguished now are There are as many as 6.”

Upon hearing that it was a sign of shooting down, Yu Fei quickly picked up the camera and took pictures.

"In those days, an ace pilot was the one who could shoot down five enemy planes, and the owner of this plane was obviously an ace pilot."

Yu Fei is not a military reporter, so she doesn't know much about it, but she still respects it.

She still knew the meaning of the word ace, and not everyone could call it that. This shows that the owner of this aircraft has excellent flying skills and can make an emergency landing of the aircraft.

But she also became more and more curious, who is the owner of this plane?
After taking the shot of the shot down mark, she noticed the little goldfish pattern on the nose of the aircraft. The originally cute little goldfish was no longer bright in color and was mottled, looking very sad.

The curator took her around and came to the other side, which she had not seen beforehand. He pointed at the wing and said to her:

"The fatal injury to this aircraft was that the entire wing tip was broken off. We analyzed the fracture and found that it was relatively sharp. It was not broken or broken after falling into the water. As for the specific reason, we still have I dare not draw any conclusions.”

"However, we tested the internal weapons system and found that all his ammunition was exhausted."

"So, I personally speculate that the pilot of the aircraft was damaged and had no ammunition. He knew that he could make an emergency landing and survive, but in the end he chose to collide with the enemy plane and die together."

Enemy planes collide?
perish together!

Hearing this, Yu Fei was startled.

His hand subconsciously touched the hideous crack on the wing. Even after so many years, his fingertips could still feel its solidity and sharpness.

She felt deeply shocked, and the image of resolutely charging towards the enemy plane seemed to appear in her mind.

What made the pilot give up his life?
Yu Fei blurted out: "What about the pilot? Did he parachute?"

The curator shook his head with a heavy face, took her to the cockpit hatch, pointed to the tattered instrument panel in front of him and said: "Unfortunately, these bullet holes obviously broke the cockpit. I think the pilot should have been injured at that time. Yes, which is why I speculated that he gave up the chance of survival and collided with an enemy plane."

Yu Fei looked at the dashboard in front of her. It was dark and had long since lost its former glory. A few dark brown spots of different sizes could still be vaguely seen. She pointed at these spots and asked: "Director, this... Is it blood?”

The curator nodded silently.

"Who's the pilot?"

"Currently we only know that his name is Huang Guoxing, with the rank of lieutenant, and he belongs to the 24th Squadron of the 4th Fighter Group of the Kuomintang Air Force. This is the soldier tag found in the cockpit, and there is also another one that has been found. Corroded and battered flight suit."

"What about his remains?"

The curator sighed and said with his hands behind his back: "The flesh and blood body cannot withstand the erosion of time after all. Although it is covered with silt to form a similar closed space, after decades, it is impossible to tell that we have been together with Send the clothes to the relevant departments for testing, and I will inform you if there is any news."

"Then thank you curator."

On the way back, Yu Fei sat on the bow of the boat. The sun was shining brightly, the river was surging, and the wind was blowing her hair. It was a picturesque scene, but she felt a little depressed at the moment.

She didn't know why, but all she could think about was that plane. She really wanted to know what happened to that plane during those turbulent years, and she felt that the story of martyr Huang Guoxing must be tragic.

Especially the little goldfish pattern on the nose of the machine seemed to attract her to explore and understand.

Now that the plane has seen the light of day again, the story of this hero should be known to more people in the land he protected.

At this moment, Yu Fei made up her mind to make the hero's story come to light again.

It must be very difficult to investigate what happened more than 60 years ago, not to mention that the protagonist of the story is not in the same system as today. Fortunately, Yu Fei has the status of a reporter, which gives her great convenience and can go to the official website to follow up. Search the army archives, otherwise she would be rejected by many places.

But with only the limited information of name and unit number, she still found nothing like finding a needle in a haystack.

She tried everything she could think of and even posted a post on an online veteran forum. Although many people were interested in her story, they all said they were helpless and couldn't help.

China's first-generation air force was very small, and almost all of the earliest batches had been sacrificed. With so much time passing, it was difficult for her to find useful clues.

After searching for more than half a month, just when she was about to give up, Huangtian finally paid off. A netizen from the Bay Area contacted her through the forum and mailed her a package.

During the online video, the netizen told her:
"My grandfather was an instructor at the Central Aviation School. Here is a copy of his diary. My grandfather never told us these things before he was alive. We found it when we were sorting out his belongings. Huang Guoxing was mentioned in the diary. Grandpa said he was the most important person in his life. An excellent student, I don’t know if he is the person you are looking for, I don’t know.”

"There is also this box. Grandpa never let us touch it when he was alive. He only said that it was a relic of his comrade-in-arms. If there is a chance, it should be handed over to the descendants of his comrades-in-arms. Now that grandpa is gone, we don't have the ability. I hope your newspaper office can help me, too. It’s like fulfilling his old man’s last wish.”

Yu Fei quickly agreed and promised to give the netizen a reply whether he found it or not. Within a few days, I received the package from that netizen.

When she got home, she made herself a cup of coffee, put the box aside, and looked at the copy first.

The owner of these contents is called Li Kaiyang, and he was indeed an instructor at the Central Aviation School.

His records are very scattered. They are not strictly a diary, but more like essays, with a hammer here and a stick here. When he is in a good mood, he writes some. When he is in a bad mood, he can leave it for more than a month.

And the content is mixed, including everything, even going to a ballroom to dance can be remembered.

Indeed, as the netizen said, there are very few clues about Lieutenant Huang Guoxing, only a few sentences.

Having almost finished reading the copy, Yu Fei picked up the coffee and was about to take a sip. She also turned a page with her hand. The coffee in her mouth suddenly stopped, and her eyes widened in vain.

The two lines of words that appeared on the screen gave her a great shock.

"July 1940, 7, sunny."

"My students have all died in the battle, and now it's my turn as a teacher."

(End of this chapter)