Chapter 2 Streamlight (One)

"If you want to say this, you have to blame Fatty Zhang." After a long silence, Zhao Tianlong shook his head helplessly and said with a wry smile, "The last time he refused Lotus seed, he insisted on saying something that the Japanese devils didn't finish the fight and didn't have the heart to consider personal issues. As a result, this was heard in the guerrillas. Now that he is not at home, I, a brother, can't take the lead in dismantling his platform and let the brothers laugh at it."

"But Fatty Zhang is only in his early twenties, Brother Long," Zhou Heicang didn't believe Zhao Tianlong's explanation at all, and instinctively thought of making a statement to remind the other party of the age gap between Zhang Songling.

However, as soon as the words came to his mouth, Peng Xuewen blocked it back with a bowl of wine, "Fuck, Heizi, you are really unreasonable. You married several wives, but you didn't notify me with a telegram. Are you afraid that I can't afford the gift? Or that our brothers didn't get that much friendship."

"No, no." Zhou Heicang heard this and ignored whether Zhao Tianlong and Siqin got married. He picked up the drink and poured himself a big bowl first, then wiped his mouth and explained, "Old Peng, don't get me wrong. I'm not, it's not that I don't want to notify you, it's that there is no formal arrangement at all. Besides, Brother Long and the others were busy fighting the Japanese outside at that time. I couldn't find so many customers if I wanted to do it."

"Why, you didn't even tell Brother Long or Fatty," Peng Xuewen asked in a clueless manner and took the opportunity to change the topic.

"No." Zhou Heicang shook his head and responded with a sad face, "According to you, every time I was about to serve wine, their guerrillas were fighting. Finally, this time it was even more cruel. He simply followed the 93rd Regiment to fight the Japanese devils thousands of miles away, which made me count for a long time, but the guests couldn't get together for a whole table."

"Puchi." Siqin was amused by his pitiful appearance, and immediately made the color of the bonfire brighter. "You just keep your mouth full of tongues, you are not afraid of attracting thunder. At the moment, there are hundreds of miles in the radius. I am eager to get someone close to you, Battalion Commander Zhou, and you can get a table. If you want to put a wedding wine, you can't get a table. I'm afraid that you can't even entertain your camp. Ordinary people who don't have any faces can't occupy a seat at all."

"Those people," Zhou Heicang shrugged with a arrogant face, "If you have the ability to entertain them, I might as well drink a few more drinks with my brothers. I want to invite Brother Long, Fatty, Lao Peng and others because they are all famous men. As for others, hum."

"Oh, yes, you're still panting." Siqin interrupted Zhou Heichang's bragging with a smile, and looked at the other party, but there was a little more appreciation.

"I'm telling the truth." Zhou Heicang looked up and glared at her, emphasizing with grievance.

Although he is a utilitarian and lustful person, he is more than a hundred times better than the so-called gentry and nobles around him in terms of national justice. In addition, those people used to look down on Zhou Heichang and regarded him as a crossing rat. Now that he is in power, he catches up with him and comes to curry favor with him, it is indeed disgusting. Therefore, it is natural that Zhou Heichang refuses them to attend his wedding banquet. However, in this way, the wedding scene is a bit thin, and it is really like what he said. Except for his brothers, the guests invited to come cannot even fill up a table.

Thinking of this layer, Siqin felt a little pitiful. She smiled and whispered, "If you feel sorry, just invite your wives again and take them out together, as a wine for them. Lao Peng, Brother Long and I, just go to your house to recognize the door together."

This idea was good, and immediately aroused the unanimous agreement between Peng Xuewen and Zhao Tianlong. However, Zhou Heicang himself suddenly became serious, "No, I missed it at that time, and it was meaningless to ask for it. Besides, the rules of our Zhou family have always been simple. As long as the two of them see the right thing, they can just take it home. No wedding is always a matter of no matter what kind of weddings."

"Virtue." Siqin shrugged disdainfully, but a little envy surged deep in her heart. Yes, getting married is a matter of two people. As long as you have a relationship, why bother showing off the show to irrelevant people? As for those things that are more nonsense than wedding show, there is actually no need to pay attention to it. The more you take it seriously, the more it gets entangled with you. It is better to throw it aside. As time goes by, everyone will get used to it.

She is a very direct woman. Any emotional changes in her heart will be revealed on her face. These subtle expression changes fell into Peng Xuewen's eyes, making the latter increasingly believe that there are many conflicts within the Black Stone Guerrillas. If the marriage problems between Siqin and Zhao Tianlong are not handled well, I am afraid that the Wuqi Yeteyouqi's consistent support for the Black Stone Guerrillas will undergo a huge change. At that time, as long as you push them gently, you may be able to achieve unexpected fruitful results.

"Why, when the fat man comes back, let's go to Heizi's side to lively together." His eyes quickly swept across everyone during the meal, Peng Xuewen, deputy director of the Military Commission's Chasui Station and director of the Heishi Special Administrative Office, said with a smile. There was no malice in his voice. "At that time, my administrative office has almost put up a blow to the airs. We have joined together, and we can make a preliminary charter for the future fight against the Japanese. By the way, the little fat man went to the Anti-Japanese University branch. The courses of each branch on their side are different, and the length of the learning system is also very different."

"It should be a second branch," Zhao Tianlong thought for a while and told him frankly that there was nothing to keep in mind about Zhang Xiaopang's college. Based on his understanding of Peng Xuewen, he did not think it was necessary to keep it confidential with the latter. "The one in Lingshou County, the principal's surname is Sun, and Fatty said it in the letter." (Note 1)

"That's the Second Branch." Peng Xuewen felt aroused again and confirmed excitedly, "It will take him a long time to come back, and it may take one or two years to do it. As far as I know, the Second Branch of the Anti-Soviet Army trains commanders for the Eighth Route Army. The school system is the most formal, and the semester is the longest among several branches."

"Ah,!" Zhao Tianlong's expression stuttered slightly, and then he quickly filled his smile, "It's okay, there are Political Commissar Fang and I at home staring at me. The fat man has always regretted not going to college. This time, his wish is just fulfilled."

Note 1: The Second Anti-Japanese War Branch, the predecessor of Shijiazhuang Army Command College, was established in 1938 and arrived in Chenzhuang, Lingshou County in January 1939. After that, it moved to the Hanxintai area of ​​Lingshou County. In February 1943, it returned to the main school and trained a total of 66 founding generals.
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