（1）
Yaning sat by the bed, holding a knitting needle in her hand. She was knitting a woolen sock. A ball of thread was casually thrown on the bed. As Yaning raised her hand, the ball of yarn jumped happily. Her friends from the same courtyard sat on the small square stool opposite the bed. The two of them were knitting while chatting and laughing.
Ever since the " cultural attack and martial defense " began, many combat groups had sprung up on the streets like bamboo shoots after the rain. Each group claimed to be the only orthodox group that defended the Cultural Revolution, so the various factions fought with each other, from the initial literary attack to the military guard. Gunshots continued to ring out in the streets and alleys, and classes had long since been suspended. Yaning obediently stayed at home, not daring to go anywhere. She wanted to go to Beijing, Yan 'an, and other revolutionary holy places with her big brothers and sisters in the courtyard, but her mother said that she was young and was worried about letting her travel far. He could only stay at home, learning to knit wool socks, cut paper flowers, weave craft photo frames, and spend time with his friends.
" Sister, something bad happened." Ya Qi ran in from outside the door, panting.
"What's wrong? "Why are you so flustered?" Yaning raised her head and asked him.
"I heard from the adults that Sister Ting in the backyard is dead."
"Ah, how did he die?" Yaning was so shocked that the needle in her hand fell to the ground.
Sister Ting was only 17 years old this year and had just entered the first year of junior high school. Although Yaning didn't usually interact much with her, they were in the same courtyard, so there would be times when they would meet. In her impression, Sister Ting was quiet and quiet. She did not speak much and spoke slowly. She was tall and slender with long braids. She also had a younger brother who usually followed her around like a follower.
As soon as Jia Jin got off work, she ran to Sister Ting's house. Yaning and Ya Qi stumbled over to Sister Ting's house.
He saw that there were people inside and outside Sister Ting's house. People were discussing animatedly. Sister Ting's mother had already cried her eyes out.
"How did he die?" someone asked quietly.
" It was said that the rebels fired at the soldiers of the People's Liberation Army in the school building. In order to protect the soldiers of the People's Liberation Army, the child used his body to block the bullets and sacrificed himself. Sigh, what a pity. He's only 17."
"That's a martyr!"
"What's the use of being a martyr? Sigh, what about her mother? She's crying her eyes out."
Jia Jin persuaded Sister Ting's mother for a while. Knowing that she hadn't eaten for a day, he quickly went home to make dumplings and cook them. The adults of each family had prepared a lot of delicious food and sent it over to persuade her to eat some. However, how could she eat it? A good girl was gone just like that.
Yaning looked at all of this in confusion, her young heart feeling at a loss.
（2）
As night fell, Wen Xin had already prepared dinner. Zhou Heng and Jia Jin were still busy at work and hadn't returned yet. Wen Xin, Ya Ning, and Ya Qi finished their meal first. Wen Xin heard gunshots coming from the small alley outside the house from time to time. It was the office building of the railway bureau behind the compound, occupied by the rebels. The bullets passed through the small alley and hit the other station opposite. As the bullets were fired intermittently, people who wanted to go out had to dodge the bullets and avoid accidental injuries.
"Hurry up! Now that the gunshots had stopped, they had to go to the toilet. Wen Xin led the siblings through the small alley next to the house as if they were crossing the line of fire. They quickly walked to the only toilet in the courtyard.
When he arrived at the toilet, it was pitch black. Wen Xin turned on the flashlight she carried with her and shone it on the filth on the ground. No one cleaned it up during the chaotic period, so she carefully found a place to plug in and solved the problem of convenience.
Once again, he passed through the blockade and returned home.
"Ning 'er, didn't your mother ask you to put the kitchen knife, scissors, and fire shovel next to your pillow in case they come to raid your house at night?”"Good! I heard that Xiao Budian's house was raided."
" Sis, here you go." Ya Qi sensibly took the kitchen knife, and Ya Ning went to get the fire shovel and scissors, placing them one by one beside the pillow.
（3）
At Yaning's house.
Outside the window, snowflakes were flying. Wen Xin, Ya Ning, and Ya Qi were sitting around the fire.
" Grandma, tell me another ghost story," Yaqi said mischievously.
"Aren't you afraid? Don't go to the toilet at night. You're too scared to go."
"What's there to be afraid of? You have grandma to protect you, right?”
"Alright, don't argue. Tell me a real story. It's something that happened when I was young. I heard from the elders that there are snakes underground in the house we live in. That day, he saw the knife on the chopping board jump up by itself and stomp around, scaring the children so much that they didn't dare to make a sound. The old people said that this snake is a female ghost who died unjustly. It comes out at night to seduce men."
"Grandma, is she like those female ghosts in the story of 'Liaozhai'?”Yaning interrupted.
"Right? There are many kind female ghosts in Liao Zhai. They are ghosts who died in vain and come out at night."
The steamed bread slices on the stove had a charred fragrance. Wen Xin picked up one piece for Yaqi and another for Yaning. The little sister and brother ate while listening to Wen Xin continue to tell the ghost story.
Suddenly, there was a burst of intense gunfire outside the window. Wen Xin hurriedly pulled Ya Qi up and shouted,""Ning Yazi, hurry! Hide under the windowsill."
The three of them hid under the windowsill and listened to the gunshots outside the window. The stray bullets streaked across the sky in a bright arc, and it was as bright as day outside the window.
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