In 1936, Shanghai, early spring.
The spring is chilly.
Cheng Qianfan opened the window and looked out the window. The sky was so gloomy that it seemed that water was about to drip.
From the corner of my eyes, I was observing the entrance of the alley, with people coming and going, and nothing unusual.
You can hear Liu Ada, who sells wontons, quarreling with Aunt Ma again.
Aunt Ma is a habitual in taking advantage of the situation, and she always has various excuses. The wonton filling is small, the taste is too light, the skin is thin and thick.
Whenever Liu Ada had to give him an extra bowl of wonton soup, Aunt Ma would leave proudly, and she didn't forget to say "The shrimp skin is too little."
Liu Ada always says that he will not sell it to you next time.
Cheng Qianfan took off his patrol uniform and began to change his clothes.
A deep V-neck thick stick sweater was worn on him, lengthening the lines of his upper body.
A sweater and sweater coat was layered outside, which immediately gave the overall look.
This is a very common dress for cultural people, which makes Cheng Qianfan have a lot of bookish atmosphere, like students in college or young teachers in school.
Today is the day of a routine joint agreement with Lao Liao.
At this time, Cheng Qianfan was very enthusiastic from the inside out.
He believed that every underground worker felt this way when he contacted his own gay man.
Underground workers are lonely, their working environment is complex and full of crisis.
Always be vigilant, fight wits and courage against the enemy and the surrounding environment, and do not tolerate any mistakes.
The happiest moment is to meet with comrades, chat, talk about work, and imagine a bright future for the motherland in everyone's mind.
Even if you don’t touch or even speak when you are connected, just a look is the greatest encouragement to each other.
We are not fighting alone, we have comrades.
Cheng Qianfan thought of chatting with Lao Liao, and Lao Liao gestured and said that what he was most happy (hopeful) was that it was the end of the year, and he was waving the sun in the yard of his ancestral house, smoking a bag of cigarettes and shouting, "The grandchildren (outside) are surrounded by him, and grandpa is making trouble for him, which is really pleasant."
Cheng Qianfan was silent and didn't say anything.
Lao Liao is from Northeast China.
The whole family participated in the Anti-Japanese United Nations.
There was a wife, three sons and two daughters who were all sacrificed.
The old man is now alone.
This old man felt bitter and hatred.
National hatred and family hatred.
...
Half an hour later.
Cheng Qianfan waited for the tram on French Road.
He held a bottle of sorghum wine in his hand.
Fadian Line 2 goes from Shiliupu to Xujiahui, passes through downtown areas such as Fada Road and Father Jin Shufu Road, and is the most important transportation line in the French Concession.
Cheng Qianfan is about to get off at Xiafei Road.
Lao Liao was waiting for him at the site.
When Cheng Qianfan gets off the tram and Lao Liao pretends to get on the car, the two of them will have a contact at this time and complete the information or the transmission of items in a hidden and quick manner.
The trams are crowded and there are many passengers waiting for them, so it is difficult for the elderly and weak to squeeze into the bus.
The Shanghai newspaper industry once used an exaggerated title to describe the difficulty of riding a tram: "a squeezing tram that charges and squeezing tram."
"The brave passenger, without waiting for the iron door to be opened, jumped into the car from the window or front of the car and the rear of the car.
When you enter through the gate, the carriage is crowded with people, crowded like sardines and breathless.
A group of old, weak and disabled soldiers were left behind from the station, and they placed their hopes on the next car.
Those who are impatient can only pay a high price to hire a tricycle or rickshaw, or work hard on their feet."
So, Lao Liao was old and he would pretend that he couldn't squeeze into the tram.
This makes sense.
Rationality is the first thing an underground worker should consider. This is what Comrade Zhulin reminds Cheng Qianfan always remembers it.
Then, if Lao Liao chooses to wait for the next tram on the spot, it means that everything is normal and the superiors have not informed them urgently, and everything is the same.
If Lao Liao acts like he can't wait for the tram and chooses to walk and leave, it means that the matter is urgent and the two need to find an opportunity to meet immediately.
Unless Lao Liao or Cheng Qianfan is exposed and someone keeps staring at them, this way of contact will not attract the attention of others.
A tram is a carrier and a good protective tool.
...
Cheng Qianfan finally squeezed into the car.
I saw Li Hao at first sight.
Li Hao is a ticket seller from FD 2. He is wearing a yellow twill uniform and a white cloth bag used to hold the ticket price cross-body on his shoulder.
He held the ticket clip tightly in his hand, staring at the passengers up and down like a torch, and shouted in his mouth, "You can buy the tickets for passengers who get on the bus!"
Cheng Qianfan didn't say anything, and ran into Li Hao's sight and paid for the ticket.
Li Hao shook his head slightly at Cheng Qianfan, meaning that no one followed him.
As a tram ticket seller, he has a good position and has developed a pair of sharp eyes. He can see and remember all the men, women, and young people who get on the bus.
While using his light to observe whether there was any abnormality behind Cheng Qianfan walking inside, he raised his voice and shouted at a long-faced passenger, "I bought a four-minute Yangtian ticket, and at most I can take Father Jin!"
...
Lao Liao was wearing an old thin cotton jacket, not crowded in the crowd, but stood in the corner, holding a bottle of rice wine in his hand.
This location is good, with a good view and easy to observe.
Lao Liao glanced at the rice wine and sighed.
Today is the death day of my wife and the youngest. Several bastards are good at drinking, and the two daughters can also drink a few sips.
Especially the youngest, he likes homemade sorghum wine the most.
I haven't bought sorghum wine, and I don't know if the youngest will have a quarrel.
Lao Liao's nose was sore, as if he saw the youngest ringing a grenade and disappearing with the Japanese Suoshan Team.
That was his most painful youngest man. He just disappeared, so he went to find his brothers and sisters.
...
A few dozen meters away, the second floor of a private house on the street.
"Team leader, I'll go downstairs to buy cigarettes." Ding Naifei asked for instructions and said that there were several cigarette butts under his feet, and he was out of smoking and became addicted to smoking.
Wang Kangnian waved his hand.
"This old man seems to be distracted." Wang Kangnian put down his telescope and thought for a moment, "What are he thinking?"
Wang Kangnian is the leader of the third group of the Shanghai Special Zone Action Section of the Central Party Investigation Office.
This person especially likes to think about these small details. Wang Kangnian believes that the emotions and expressions that people express unintentionally sometimes subconsciously expose important information.
Ding Naifei, who went downstairs to buy cigarettes, is back.
"Old Ding, look." As he said that, he handed the telescope to his deputy Ding Naifei.
Ding Naifei took apart the cigarette, bit a cigarette himself, and handed it to the team leader.
At the same time, I took the telescope and took a casual look, biting the cigarette roll and talking, "Team leader, I'm just doing rough work. You asked me to shoot this old man and knock it down. I'm doing it. How can I do it if I use my brain?"
"You, you have to learn to use your brain. Those who fight and kill are not allowed to get on the table." Wang Kangnian cursed with a smile.
"I'll just follow the team leader." Ding Naifei was not angry, lit the cigarette and sucked happily.
"Is this old man drinking?" Wang Kangnian picked up the telescope and looked carefully. When he saw the old man looking down at the bottle he was carrying several times, he suddenly asked. This detail attracted his attention and interest.
Chapter completed!