Shanghai.

Lao Letou is 55 this year.

He has always been single.

He usually likes to drink a few sips and play chess.

He is illiterate.

But he knows a lot about astronomy and geography. Throughout the ages, he has always been able to talk a lot about it.

Today, he had breakfast and went out as before, preparing to play a few games with his old rival.

In the last game yesterday, if my rook hadn't made the wrong move, I wouldn't have lost the game.

As soon as he went out, he heard the neighbor next door sitting there holding a chatterbox.

The old musician was not interested either and was about to leave, but a limerick in his chatterbox suddenly stopped him.

"There are talented people from generation to generation in the country, and strong winds rise in the lakes and seas. Tell the heroes of the world, and the loyal ministers will be seen in the heavy rain and thunder!"

Lao Letou said nothing, turned around and walked back.

He has been waiting for this poem for many years.

He didn't expect to hear it today.

He knows what the poem means.

Add the first word of each game together, that is:

The world is in a hurry!

He closed the door, pulled out a suitcase from under the bed, opened it, and took off the clothes on it.

Then, a shell gun was revealed.

He checked it out.

Although the gun is as old as himself, it is still usable.

He went out again and locked the door carefully.

He didn't know if he could come back alive.

But this is my home, and I always have to lock it when I leave.

…

The world is in a hurry!

You Anyuan wrote these four words on the paper with a brush.

He is a successful businessman and is 56 years old.

He is full of children and grandchildren, his wife is virtuous and his son is filial.

How many people looked at him with envy.

His wife came over, holding a rattan box:

"Everything is ready."

He opened the cane box and looked inside. Inside was a submachine gun and a Browning pistol.

He smiled: "Thank you, I may not be able to come back once I leave."

"You've been waiting for this signal for so many years. Finally, it's finally here."

My wife also said it with a smile, but as she spoke, her eyes became red.

"I owe him. Without him, how could our Youjia be where we are today?"

You Anyuan picked up the rattan box and said, "From now on, my family will depend on you."

"You, walk slowly, see the third and fourth masters, and tell them that I miss them."

…

Countless people in Shanghai have received these four words:

The world is in a hurry!

Some, I heard it from the chatterbox.

Some of them were read in newspapers.

Others were told to me by my companions.

Most of the people who received these four words came.

Carrying a variety of weapons, they silently arrived at the gathering place.

The youngest among them is forty-five, and the oldest is almost eighty.

Some had submachine guns, some had pistols, and some had axes.

The most exaggerated thing was that a gangster leader from the Youth Gang came over with a light machine gun.

Some of them knew each other, and some were meeting for the first time.

Everyone gathered together, no one said anything, they just waited silently.

At a glance, they looked like one hundred, fifty or sixty people.

A car is coming.

The car stopped and two people emerged from the car.

One, wearing a three-piece British tweed suit, tie, and an American brand's black windbreaker.

The hair was neatly styled with hair wax.

On his hand, he wears a "Longines" watch.

On her feet are leather shoes of the "BSHOE" brand.

His companions were dressed much more simply.

A gray gown and a pair of cloth shoes.

The hair is slightly gray, but it is neatly combed.

Then, two more people got out of the car.

They were actually two young and beautiful women.

When they saw these two men, there was a flurry of greetings at the scene:

"Third Master, Fourth Master!"

"Third brother, fourth brother!"

Meng Baifeng, what a Confucian idea!

Meng Baifeng and He Ruyi smiled and greeted these people.

"Xiao Le, you are getting old."

"Third Master, wherever you are still Xiao Le, you are now an old Le Tou."

"You Anyuan? I heard that you have done well in these years?"

"Fourth Master, if it weren't for you and Third Master, Xiaocui and I would have died long ago. Xiaocui said that she misses you very much."

"Hey, isn't this a horse with a sharp knife? A sharp knife with a gust of wind, you fight hard to be the first."

"Third brother, you, do you still remember me?"

"Are you eighty?"

"Third brother, you are seventy-eight."

"Ma Kuai Dao, I'm old, go back."

"Third brother, I won't leave. I'm still strong. Yes, I can no longer move under the knife, but I still have this."

Ma Kuidao opened his clothes, and there were two grenades tied inside. He said to Meng Baifeng: "Third brother, back then, my whole family was wiped out by the enemy, and I was almost hacked to death. It was you who saved me and avenged me."

It’s a grudge. Third brother, I’m here to repay the debt today.”

Meng Baifeng nodded. He looked at these people and found that several familiar faces did not appear.

Ma Kuidao seemed to have discovered this: "Third brother, some people are dead. Some people were afraid and did not come."

Meng Baifeng said "Oh": "Isn't Geng Daping here too?"

"This bastard didn't come!" Ma Kuidao said bitterly: "Back then, Third Brother, you were so kind to him. For him, you went to negotiate with Shui Zitou alone and almost didn't come back alive. But this bastard

…”

"Everyone has his or her own ambition, there is no need to force it."

Meng Baifeng replied faintly, and then his eyes fell on everyone.
To be continued...