He Guan wanted to criticize his mother for being too narrow-minded and selfish, and everyone was responsible for the national crisis. However, looking at his crying mother, his words were stuck in his throat and he could not speak out.
Huang Xiaolan stood at the door of the kitchen holding a bowl of chicken soup, watching all this.
The little girl was a little at a loss. She knew that from a general point of view, He Guan was right and she should support him. However, the image of He Guan covered in scars and dying appeared in her mind, but she was so worried and reluctant to let him go.
Looking at his crying mother, He Guan was a little at a loss. He looked up and saw Huang Xiaolan's worried eyes again, or looked at him and squeezed out a smile.
"Master, I'm going to suffer all my life, so I might as well go find you two to avoid being pissed off by this gangster." Mrs. He cried.
"Okay, okay, Mom, I listen to you and won't go back to the army." He Guan said impatiently.
"Really?" Mrs. He immediately wiped her tears and asked.
"Really." He Guan said angrily.
Here, Huang Xiaolan also breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, came over with chicken soup and handed it to Mrs. He.
After feeding her son soup, Mrs. He left in a happy mood.
"Aguan, are you really not going back to the army?" Huang Xiaolan asked in a low voice.
"I won't go back." He Guan looked at the sunshine outside the window and sighed.
There are more than 2,000 officers and soldiers in the entire Jiangsu Provincial Security Corps. Nearly 70% of the officers and soldiers were killed in action. Everyone who was left was in trouble. Most of the wounded soldiers among them would hardly survive. It can be said that he was able to be arranged to cross the river for treatment.
lucky.
The army was gone, and he couldn't go back even if he wanted to.
"Xiaolan, I need your help with something." He Guan looked at Huang Xiaolan with a serious expression.
"What's the matter, tell me." Huang Xiaolan asked.
"A comrade with whom I have a close relationship died in his country. He asked me to take care of his family." He Guan said, "I only know that his family is in Shanghai, but I don't know the specific address. You can go to the newspaper and buy a missing person advertisement."
"Okay, Aguan, tell me, I'll write it down." Huang Xiaolan nodded and went to find paper and pen.
"My cousin Guan He is looking for Zhen Shimin, a cloth merchant in Wangpiwo, Nanjing City, Shanghai. We have to say goodbye to Nanjing. I miss you so much. I am fine. I look forward to seeing you!" He Guan looked at Huang Xiaolan's writing and corrected him, "Guan He, the water of the river is
He, Zhen Shimin, Li Shimin’s citizen, Zhen Baoyu from Dream of Red Mansions, right, right, right.”
After Huang Xiaolan finished writing, she looked at He Guan in surprise, "How come it's not He Guan, but Guan He?"
"My comrade who died for his country is named Guan He." He Guan said, "If I say He Guan, others won't know who I am."
"Why Guan, Guanhe, such a coincidence?" Huang Xiaolan muttered.
"It's just a coincidence." He Guan said with a silly smile, "otherwise, how could we become good friends? It's all fate."
"Okay. I understand. I will go to the newspaper office in the afternoon." Huang Xiaolan said.
"Remember to go to the "Declaration Hall". Zhen Shimin likes to read "Declaration"." He Guan said. Seeing Huang Xiaolan's surprised expression, he hurriedly said, "Guan He told me."
"Got it." Huang Xiaolan nodded, but she still had doubts in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face.
There was a vague guess in her mind that this Zhen Shimin might be Aguan's commander. It seemed that Aguan still wanted to return to the army.
Thinking of this, Huang Xiaolan felt both proud and a little sad.
…
Two days later.
Honolulu Road.
Wang Jun, dressed as a teacher, held a stack of books under his arm. After observing the surroundings vigilantly, he knocked on Peng Yuou's door.
Shao's mother opened the door and saw Wang Jun.
The two nodded in greeting, and Wang Jun quickly entered the door. Shao's mother looked outside warily and closed the door.
Peng and Ou were having breakfast, and when they saw Wang Jun coming, their expressions changed.
"What happened?" Peng Yuou asked.
Today was not a day for meetings. Wang Jun came to visit unexpectedly, and he was inevitably a little worried.
"Secretary Peng." Wang Jun sat down and took out a newspaper from the folder and handed it to Peng and Ou, "I saw in the newspaper a joint signal from comrades in Nanjing."
As he spoke, he pointed out a missing person advertisement to Peng and Ou.
"This is the secret code for communication agreed between the organization and Comrade Mao Zhipeng of Nanjing." Peng Yu'ou looked shocked, but then he shook his head, "No, no."
The missing person advertisement read: 'My cousin Guan He is looking for Zhen Shimin, a cloth merchant from Wangpiwo, Nanjing City, Shanghai. We say goodbye to Nanjing. I miss him so much. I am fine. I look forward to seeing my brother.'
The secret code agreed upon by the organization with Comrade Mao Zhipeng was his cousin Peng Zhi.
Comrade Mao Zhipeng's original organizational relationship was in Shanghai, but later his organizational relationship was transferred to Nanjing. This joint signal dates back a long time.
In addition, Comrade Mao Zhipeng is now the deputy head of the Jiangsu Provincial Security Corps, and they have learned the exact news that Comrade Mao Zhipeng died heroically in the war against Japan.
"My analysis is that this Guanhe was a comrade secretly developed by Comrade Mao Zhipeng. Comrade Mao Zhipeng informed this Comrade Guanhe of the contact code before his death," Wang Jun analyzed.
"In addition, considering that Comrade Mao Zhipeng died on the Songhu front line, my guess is that this Comrade Guanhe should also be an officer or soldier of the security regiment."
"That should be the case." Peng Yupei pondered for a moment, "According to previous intelligence, the Jiangsu Provincial Security Corps suffered heavy casualties on the Songhu front line. Most of them were killed and the remaining soldiers were dispersed. Therefore, this Comrade Guan He should also have been
They were broken up and are now living in Shanghai, so they can only find organizations through this method."
After a pause, Peng Yuou said cautiously, "Of course, we can't rule out that the secret agent learned the secret code and deliberately set a trap."
"So, according to Secretary Peng's opinion?" Wang Jun asked.
"There is no rush to respond at the moment." Peng Yu'ou said in a deep voice, "I will personally contact the Nanjing authorities to confirm the authenticity of this Comrade Guan He."
"Okay." Wang Jun nodded. Peng Yuou's decision was extremely safe and he had no objection.
…
French Concession, Pétain District.
A teahouse.
"Virgo?" Cheng Qianfan exclaimed.
He received a telegram from the Nanjing headquarters, and important people from the Nanjing headquarters came to Shanghai to meet with him secretly.
He came to meet at the agreed time and place, and saw Sheng Shuyu, who was in charge of lookout, at the door of the teahouse private room.
Cheng Qianfan nodded to Sheng Shuyu, and he speculated that Qi Wu might be there in person.
However, when he opened the door and walked in, he saw Dai Chunfeng drinking tea.
"Here, sit down." Dai Chunfeng nodded with a smile.
Cheng Qianfan responded, but did not sit down. Instead, he stood respectfully and asked eagerly, "Virgin, the situation in Shanghai has deteriorated and dangers are everywhere. Why are you here in person?"
"What? Shanghai is our Chinese territory and I can't come." Dai Chunfeng said in a deep voice.
"Virgo, I didn't mean that, I was just worried..." Cheng Qianfan said hurriedly.
"Hahaha." Dai Chunfeng laughed and said, "Okay, I know you are worried about my safety. This French Concession is your territory, Inspector Xiao Cheng. As long as you are here, my safety will be no problem."
"I swear to defend my virginity to the death." Cheng Qianfan stamped his feet and saluted with a military salute.
Dai Chunfeng nodded in approval, pressed his hands, "Do it."
"Yes!" Cheng Qianfan sat down, but only halfway up his buttocks. His upper body was straight, his hands were placed on his knees, and he was sitting upright.