Double-Cut During the War of Resistance: My Wife Came from 1937

A van is speeding along the wide road.

Xia Weiwei sat in the passenger seat, holding a vivo phone, constantly taking pictures of everything in front of her and on both sides.

For her, everything in this era is worth photographing.

Roads, greenery, streetlights, buildings, vehicles, pedestrians, and other elements were all within Xia Weiwei's shooting range.

Especially after arriving at People's Square, Xia Weiwei kept taking pictures.

She captured all the middle-aged women dancing in the square and the children playing in the photos.

Last night, the two of them simply passed by the square and did not observe it too closely.

But today, Xia Weiwei is taking photos one by one.

Suddenly, she saw a young woman wearing a black sleeveless tank top that looked like a halter top, exposing her waist and navel, and a short skirt and black stockings on her lower body.

She kept thrusting her hips, shaking her chest, and twisting her buttocks, dancing a unique dance that looked extremely seductive.

In front of the woman, a cell phone is placed on a stand, with a light shining next to it.

Most importantly, there weren't many people watching, and not many people seemed surprised; it was as if people had long been used to it.

Seeing this, Xia Weiwei couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Hongwei, what's going on?"

"Let's do a live dance!"

Ma Hongwei said, "It's about broadcasting your live stream online to attract men from all over the country to watch, and then asking for tips or something."

"Their job is to livestream their dancing and solicit donations. If they encounter a generous spender, donating hundreds of thousands of yuan is no problem!"

"There's such a job?"

Xia Weiwei frowned and thought for a moment, then described it as, "Isn't this just like those nightclub dancers? Even the nightclub dancers wear more clothes!"

According to her understanding, the dancers in the nightclub all wore cheongsams, and although the slits were high, they only reached the thighs.

Unlike these women, whose clothes are more revealing than their underwear.

"no way!"

Ma Hongwei shrugged and said, "Our era is one where people laugh at poverty but not prostitution. If you're poor, you're wrong; if you're rich, a bunch of people will fawn over you!"

"Now I finally understand what you were saying before."

Xia Weiwei sighed.

She had seen too much of the beauty of this era before, but now she was seeing another side of it.

Many people in this era have had their thinking distorted by capital and money.

"Let's go eat first, then we can take pictures!"

Ma Hongwei pointed to the Bazhuang Sichuan-Chongqing Hot Pot restaurant in front of them and said, "I'll treat you to Sichuan hot pot today!"

Xia Weiwei shook her head and refused, "No need to spend money, let's go home and make something. If you don't want to make it, I'll make it for you!"

"We're already out, why bother cooking!"

Ma Hongwei smiled and invited, "Come on, we're here!"

"Let's find a noodle shop and just eat some noodles; we won't have hot pot."

Xia Weiwei felt that she really couldn't let the other party continue to treat her.

In her view, the other party was a rural person who didn't earn money easily.

If I were to treat myself to meals every day, I'd definitely go broke.

A meal for the two of them at a restaurant costs over 200 yuan, which is enough to buy over 100 kilograms of rice or dozens of kilograms of pork.

"Okay, whatever you say!"

Ma Hongwei nodded and said, "If we're going to eat noodles, let's go get knife-cut noodles!"

……

Supply and marketing cooperative.

Ma Hongwei is taking inventory of the goods.

Just now, a truck came to restock his supply and marketing cooperative.

Not long after, Xia Weiwei returned from outside.

"How is it?"

Ma Hongwei asked, "Is everything filmed?"

"OK!"

Xia Weiwei said, "It's done."

Ma Hongwei said, "Then hurry up and charge your phone. You only have one hour left before you leave."

"OK!"

Xia Weiwei went into the main room in the backyard, found the data cable, and plugged in her phone.

Ma Hongwei followed and pointed to the dozen or so large bags of sugar lying on the ground.

"Weiwei, take these candies and share them with the soldiers!"

Ma Hongwei said, "Although it's not a lot, it's still a token of my appreciation."

In the Republic of China era, sugar was a luxury item, and it was difficult for ordinary people to obtain it.

A small piece of candy should bring some joy to these soldiers from impoverished backgrounds.

"Then I thank you on behalf of the soldiers!"

Xia Weiwei did not refuse.

Because this wasn't given to Ma Hongwei for himself, but to the soldiers.

Then, she silently recited a command, and the candies disappeared, stored in her storage space.

Xia Weiwei has done this many times since yesterday, so she is very skilled at it.

Currently, the storage space is filled with grenades, penicillin, sulfonamides, saline solution, syringes, walkie-talkies, repeaters, and various printed books and documents.

"You probably won't be able to charge your phone over there, so take these two wireless power banks with you. I've fully charged them!"

Ma Hongwei took out his two power banks, placed them on the table, and gave a demonstration.

He had just placed his phone on it when a charging notification popped up.

"This... can be charged without a cable?"

Xia Weiwei was shocked once again.

She eagerly asked, "How did you do that?"

"This is magnetic resonance coupling technology, which means that a magnetic field is generated between two circuits, and then electricity is transmitted through the air."

Ma Hongwei explained: "Because the electricity we use is generated by magnetism, and electricity can also generate magnetism, which is something we learned in junior high school physics."

"Are your middle school students already learning this?"

Xia Weiwei exclaimed, "They've been nurturing them since they were little; no wonder they're able to invent and manufacture so much high technology!"

Ma Hongwei scratched his head; it seemed that none of what he had learned was of any use.

"Is anyone there? Is anyone home?"

Suddenly, a child's shout came from ahead.

Upon hearing this, Ma Hongwei said to Xia Weiwei, "Someone's buying something, I'm going to the front!"

As he spoke, he picked up his phone and headed towards the supply and marketing cooperative ahead.

"Luckily, Hongwei isn't here. I'll go change my clothes!"

Thinking this, Xia Weiwei went to her room and closed the door.

When she reappeared, she had changed back into her previous Eighth Route Army uniform.

Xia Weiwei took her clothes and went to the washroom to wash them.

Where are they?

Ma Hongwei had just returned to the main room when he noticed that Xia Weiwei was gone.

He thought to himself, "Could he just leave like this? I didn't even have a chance to say goodbye!"

Just then, Xia Weiwei poked her head out of the bathroom and said, "I'm doing laundry."

"Isn't there a washing machine?"

Ma Hongwei asked, "Why are you still washing by hand?"

"Anyway, there are only two items, so hand washing is quick."

Xia Weiwei said, "These jeans are fading a bit, but luckily I didn't put the two pieces of clothing together."

After she finished washing the clothes, the two went to the supply and marketing cooperative and closed the roller shutter.

Xia Weiwei planned to leave the place where she had appeared.

This was something they had planned together, fearing they might return to the wrong location.

"Buzz!"

Beside the shelf, as the countdown on the panel reached zero, the surrounding void suddenly distorted.

Ma Hongwei stood not far away, waving to Xia Weiwei and saying, "Weiwei, remember to give my regards to the leaders!"

"I will!"

Xia Weiwei held her phone in her left hand and waved to the other person with her right, smiling, "Goodbye, Comrade Ma Hongwei!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she vanished completely.

"goodbye!"

As Ma Hongwei watched the other person disappear, he felt a sense of loss.

Although they had only spent two days and two nights together, he had already gotten used to the other's presence.