Ye Xiaoqing was leaning on the sofa, holding a book in her hand, titled "British Poet's Recital of Yan Bian", which was co-translated by the translation wizards Lin Shu and Wei Yi.
The living room is very beautiful. There is a huge bookcase against the wall. There are many exquisite and elegant books in the bookcase. This bookcase was requested by Ye Xiaoqing because she likes to read.
Wonderful Western oil paintings hang on the walls.
There is a Western classical plaster sculpture placed on the table, which is a naked-butt David.
There was movement upstairs. Ye Xiaoqing put down her book and saw her husband coming downstairs in neat clothes.
"I cooked crab porridge." Ye Xiaoqing stood up and asked, "Eat more."
"I won't eat anymore." Li Cuiqun raised his wrist to check the time on his watch, shook his head and said, "I have a lot of lawsuits waiting to be dealt with."
"I want to eat." Ye Xiaoqing said, his tone was very soft, but he seemed to have a mother's unquestionable feeling.
The power, "I put shredded ginger and pepper to make you sweat."
Li Cuiqun put down the briefcase he had already received and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Okay, okay, eat, I'll eat. Qingmei has to say what you say, and you have to obey."
Ye Xiaoqing chuckled and ordered the maid to bring a bowl of porridge that had been warming on the stove.
Although there was a lot of work that he had to rush to Jisi Feier Road to deal with, since he had promised his wife to eat porridge, Li Cuiqun took his time.
He didn't eat the porridge very quickly. He had to blow on it for a while and touch it with his lips to make sure it wasn't hot before putting it in his mouth.
"What caused a big fuss yesterday?" Ye Xiaoqing poured a glass of water and put it on the table and asked, "I heard that Gui Yijun died at the hands of the Japanese?"
"Not only Gui Yijun, but also the eleven men he led are all dead."
Li Cuiqun took a mouthful of porridge, paused, and said, "The extra-high-level course is the one that moved the hands."
"You're so cruel?" Ye Xiaoqing exclaimed, "It was just an accident..."
She looked at her husband and asked, "How are the Japanese going to explain this matter?"
"Explain?" Li Cuiqun stopped stirring the spoon and snorted coldly, "Araki Harima asked the secret service headquarters why he attacked the Special High School and asked us to give him an explanation!"
"Those who killed us, do you want us to give them an explanation?" Ye Xiaoqing exclaimed.
Li Cuiqun sneered, "That's right, Japanese people are so domineering.
Ye Xiaoqing frowned and thought, and suddenly asked her husband, "What's the Japanese's reason?"
Looking at Li Cuiqun's surprised look at her, Ye Xiaoqing said, "The aggressive attitude of the Japanese is very consistent with their style. Generally speaking, the dead party is naturally sympathized with, and the Japanese also know this, so
They deliberately use such a tough attitude, the tougher the attitude, to show that they are right and our people deserve to die!"
Li Cuiqun showed admiration and nodded towards his wife, "Qingmei is indeed my daughter Zhuge."
He said in a deep voice, "Just as Qingmei expected, Araki Harima accused Gui Yijin of leading a team to attack the Super High School stronghold, which not only caused casualties to the Super High Class, but also revealed a secret of the Super High Class
."
Speaking of this, Li Cuiqun also felt itchy with hatred.
The scene from yesterday appeared uncontrollably in his mind. Araki Harima's attitude was so arrogant, it could be said that he was going too far: Gui Yijin and others deserved to die.
The Secret Service Headquarters wants to give the Special High School an explanation!
Or to be precise, the Japanese want to investigate why Gui Yijin led people to attack the stronghold of the Super High School. Is it an unintentional act, or does it have another agenda?!
Li Cuiqun and Dingmutun were so angry that they had a quarrel with Araki Harima, and the lawsuit finally went to Qingshui Dongsan.
It was Shimizu Tozo who personally communicated with Sanbonjiro over the phone. The Special High School took a step back and no longer strongly demanded that the Secret Service Headquarters be held accountable for the attack on the Special High School. However, they asked the Secret Service Headquarters to conduct a self-investigation at this time. If it was indeed verified that
If there is a problem in Guiyigen, it is not too late for the Special Higher Education Department to intervene.
"More than a dozen lives." Li Cuiqun said coldly, "The impact of this incident is very bad, and everyone will inevitably die."
"From Dingmutun
What’s your opinion?” Ye Xiaoqing asked.
"Him?" Li Cuiqun frowned and thought, "He has to pay three visits in person today.
Lang, we must consult on this matter so that it does not affect the friendship between the Secret Service Headquarters and the Japanese people."
As he said that, Li Cuiqun shook his head and said, "It's also difficult to make Dingmu Tun."
Ding Mutun is the director of the secret service headquarters. He is reasonable and wants to seek justice for his subordinates who were killed by the Japanese, but he cannot do so.
"Sit tight." Ye Xiaoqing picked up the water cup and put it in her husband's hand.
"Sit tight..." Li Cuiqun took the water glass and took a sip, thoughtfully.
"It is confirmed that Gui Yijin and others accidentally broke through the secrets of the Special High School, and their guns went off and injured people, which caused subsequent misunderstandings." Ye Xiaoqing said softly, "The Japanese had to kill them."
As she spoke, she chuckled, "Many people are forced to take up jobs as Japanese people. Do we really want to risk our lives to seek justice for the dead?"
Ye Xiaoqing smoothly pulled over her husband's unfinished bowl of crab porridge. He didn't dislike it and naturally picked up the spoon and ate it. "We just want an excuse, an excuse that can convince ourselves that we have psychologically passed this test."
That’s all.”
"Gui Yimeng was unlucky. Things happened in a hurry and the Japanese accidentally killed them." Li
Cuiqun picked up a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, "What a trick of fate. A misunderstanding cost more than a dozen lives. It's so sad."
"Brothers, it's best to send such a report to the Japanese before Dingmu Village." Ye Xiaoqing thought.
Li Cuiqun nodded slightly and smiled, "Forget it, even though Gui Yijin and others died in vain, I will try my best to offend the Japanese and help their families get some compensation."
"I can't eat any more." Ye Xiaoqing handed the crab porridge bowl to her husband and said coquettishly. There were still a few mouthfuls in the bowl.
"I'll eat, I'll eat." The gloom in his heart cleared. Li Cuiqun had a huge appetite. After finishing a few bites, he handed the empty bowl to Ye Xiaoqing, "Qingmei, do you have anything else?"
…………
"There's more, you can eat." Tong Tingting put down her small porcelain bowl and pointed
Feng Xiaoke said with the meat porridge in his bowl.
"I, I have no money." Feng Xiaoke swallowed.
"No money." Tong Tingting said, her little head tilted, thinking about the words of persuasion, "Yesterday, fat aunt took you to take a bath and changed your clothes, and it didn't cost you any money."
Hearing what Tong Tingting said, Feng Xiaoke subconsciously looked at the new clothes on his body and seemed to be even more scared.
"You saved Tingting, now we should take care of you, feed and clothe you." Tong Xueyong put a basket of steamed buns on the table and said with a smile, "Don't believe it? Shopkeeper Shan is still helping us, and he is also
You specifically asked me to take care of you temporarily."
"The shopkeeper is still alive?" Feng Xiaoke blurted out.
Tong Xueyong took a deep look at Feng Xiaoke and said, "Of course I'm alive, I'm just doing carpentry work."
"And -" He touched Feng Xiaoke's head, "I didn't dare to say what I just said.
If I ask, those who don’t know would think that your shopkeeper is some kind of criminal thief.”
Feng Xiaoke's face changed immediately. He quickly lowered his head and pretended to drink porridge, and responded with a vague sound in his mouth.
Cheng Qianfan let out an unclear groan.
He was lying on the sofa in the deputy chief inspector's office, and Lao Huang was changing the dressing on the wound on his back in the name of giving Mr. Cheng a bone break and a massage.
"The recovery is going well," Huang said, "However, scars are definitely left, and there needs to be a reasonable explanation."
He helped Cheng Qianfan re-bandage the wound with gauze and tape. "Put on the police uniform outside. It should be able to cover it up."
"I already have a plan regarding this scar, and I can execute it as the opportunity arises." Cheng Qianfan said, "Is there nothing unusual over the old road?"
"No." Lao Huang shook his head, "Lao Lu is very vigilant, and he does have stomach problems."
Cheng Qianfan called the medical room last night and informed Lao Huang in code words that he asked the French Concession Special Party Branch to immediately cut off the concessionaire.
Gay connections.
Or, to put it more directly, it is to ask Lao Huang and Lu Dazhang to temporarily cut off contact with the Zou Clinic——
Comrade Harmonica and Comrade Abacus don’t know Comrade Charterer.
"Is the situation so urgent?" Lao Huang asked.
"It's better to be careful." Cheng Qianfan got up from the sofa, put on his white shirt, buttoned it up, and put on his senior police officer's uniform jacket. "One lucky break is enough to lead to a fatal disaster."
Li Cuiqun sat in the back seat and looked outside the car, watching the people coming and going and the scenes on both sides of the road.
A car passed by the entrance of Fangyun General Store.
"Has anything been found out about the sudden death of the grocery store manager?" Li Cuiqun asked.
"After investigation, it was found that the brother in charge of the torture did not know foreign languages, made a mistake in the foreign codes, and mistakenly mistook the maximum power for the minimum power," Hu Sishui reported.
"Blind flow! Stupid!" Li Cuiqun snorted coldly.
"Is there a problem with the single shopkeeper?" he asked.
"The man is dead, and all clues have been cut off now." Hu Sishui replied, "At present, there is no conclusive evidence that there is something wrong with this man."
After a pause, he added, "There is no conclusive evidence that this person is okay."
"Hmm." Li Cuiqun nodded, and the car turned into the gate of No. 76. The armed guards immediately saluted.
"Where's that little guy?" Li Cuiqun asked suddenly.
"Young man? You should still be at Tong Xueyong's place." Hu Sishui chuckled, "This Tong Xueyong knows how to repay his kindness and is not afraid of getting into trouble."
"Deputy Director Li!"
"Deputy Director Li!"
Agents along the way stopped to salute Li Cuiqun.
Li Cuiqun nodded slightly. Under the protection of Hu Sishui, he lowered his head slightly and walked under the plaque that read, "The world is public," and then passed through the guard box with a heavy machine gun and entered the office building.
Ten minutes later, Li Cuiqun put down the document in his hand.
This is the investigation report submitted by Dong Zhengguo on Shan Fangyun’s torture but sudden death.
Li Cuiqun frowned and fell into thought.
He walked with his hands behind his hands and came to the window sill. He happened to see Tong Xueyong walking to work. The man smiled and nodded with the sentry. He happened to meet a brother who was going to go out for work, and he also politely gave way to him.
Li Cuiqun's brows furrowed even more tightly.
There was a knock on the door of the deputy inspector's office.
Ma Yishou came in carrying a bag of gifts.
"Master, what brought you here?" Cheng Qianfan put down the snuff bottle in his hand and hurriedly greeted him, "You're here right now, why are you bringing anything with you?"
While talking, he had already taken the net bag and put it away.
"It's not for you." Ma Yishou glared at Cheng Qianfan, obviously not interested in 'little
Mr. Cheng, now speaking in a very satisfied and happy tone, said, "Your wife asked me to bring the milk powder and biscuits from Citiland to Xiaozhima."
"Then I'll thank my grandma for Xiaozhima." Cheng Qianfan said with a smile.
Things are not rare. There is a special room in Cheng's house to store Xiaozhi and Xiaobao's rations, including milk powder from Citi, milk powder from France, and milk powder from England. As for biscuits, snacks, preserved fruits, candies and other snacks,
A big box was piled high.
In Huang Xiaolan's memory, she could no longer remember the last time she had a full stomach.
She now tries every means to fill her stomach every day, not just for herself, but in order to have milk and keep little Shengli full.
"If you eat too much of this stuff, you'll get heartburn." A female nurse looked at the boiled sweet potato in her hand and said with a frown as she ate it, "If you don't eat it, you'll feel hungry."
The Japanese invaders have tightened the blockade of the base area. These sweet potatoes were specially approved by the boss, and they are required to do their best to ensure the hospital's patient numbers, doctors, and nurses' rations. Strict orders——
At all costs, no more doctors or nurses will faint from hunger!
"what
The deputy company commander...the body is not seen...what should we do if we leave Nurse Huang and little Shengli behind?"
"Damn you little devil."
Huang Xiaolan put Little Shengli to sleep, put it down gently, and asked her colleagues to help take care of it. She was about to go out when she heard someone talking outside.
"Shut up, the boss said, we have to hide this from Nurse Huang for the time being."
There was a squeak.
The door opened.
The New Fourth Army soldier who was talking outside looked up and saw the pale Huang Xiaolan.
"Director Leng, you, what did you just say?" Huang Xiaolan gasped and asked through gritted teeth.
Director Leng was stunned and didn't know how to deal with it for a moment.
"Director Leng, tell me." Huang Xiaolan bit her withered lips, "Whose family member am I? I want to know how he is doing now."
"Nurse Huang." Director Leng said, "Sorry, Deputy Company Commander He, he, he may have died."
After saying that, Director Leng didn't dare to look into Huang Xiaolan's eyes.
The mountain wind blows.
The blown window paper made a whirring sound.
Huang Xiaolan seemed to hear that He Guan set off with the troops that day. In the wind and snow, He Guan picked up the little Shengli and made the child cry. He didn't take it seriously and was still happy.
He said, "This cry is so powerful. Dad is going to kill the Japanese."
This voice was so distant and misty, yet it seemed to be right next to my ears.
Huang Xiaolan staggered and almost fell.
Director Leng was startled and stepped forward to help him.
Huang Xiaolan stared at the comrade who brought the news of her husband's death. She suddenly grinned and smiled, "Director Leng, this kind of thing is not a joke."
Director Leng said nothing and did not dare to speak, just like a child who had done something wrong.
Huang Xiaolan suddenly became excited. The woman first shouted softly, "The Japanese haven't beaten them away yet, how could he die?"
Then the voice got louder and louder, "The Japanese haven't been beaten away yet. He said that he would return to Shanghai together with the Japanese after they were beaten away. He said..."
When his mother's screams startled the children in the room, He Shengli burst into tears, first with a cry, and then with a hoarse cry.
"Sister Huang, little Shengli." The female nurse in the room came out holding Little Shengli.
Huang Xiaolan suddenly turned her head and looked over. Her eyes were red and her eyes were fixed on the crying child. She snatched the child from her colleague's hands and held her tightly in her arms.
Her cheek was pressed against He Shengli, her tears fell on the child's little face, and the child was crying.
Huang Xiaolan whispered, "Shengli, your name is He Shengli."
In the memories of many people at the Maoshan New Fourth Army Anti-Japanese Base Field Hospital, on this day, the beautiful and pale nurse Huang Xiaolan leaned against the corner with her child in her arms, shouting her daughter's name, "Victory," over and over again.
Zou Clinic.
Fang Jinghua held a cloth bag in his right hand, and was followed by his young apprentice Que Wen. Que Wen had a medicine box on his shoulder, and the two of them stood at the door.
Fang Jinghua took out his pocket watch and checked the time, and said, "It's too late, Que Wen, please lock the door quickly."
Que Wen stepped forward and locked the door. The two of them were greeting the neighbors when they came to the entrance of the alley and waved to call a rickshaw.
Fang Jinghua got into the car and Que Wen followed the rickshaw.
Er Tiao, who was monitoring Zou's clinic, saw all this. He stared at the two people's retreating figures, showing a thoughtful expression, and flicked the ashes of his cigarette subconsciously.
It is not uncommon for Dr. Zou to go out with his young apprentice Que Wen, carrying a medicine box. This Dr. Zou does not object to visiting the house for consultation, as long as the consultation fee is sufficient. However, for the sake of safety, the second jump is still
He decided to go and find out in person. Soon, Ertiao learned from the neighbor who had just spoken to Dr. Zou that the child of a wealthy businessman in Nan City was sick, and he invited Dr. Zou to come to the house for consultation.
After Er Tiao, he no longer suspected anything. Doctor Zou was best at treating children, so there was nothing unusual about this matter.
No. 22, Xue Huali Road.
French Concession Central Patrol Room.
Cheng Qianfan was having tea and chatting with Ma Yishou when Lu Jiu knocked on the door and reported his work. "Brother Fan, the notice has been out for two days, and the whereabouts of Tu Helin have not been found yet." Lu Jiufan said.
said.
"No one came to report?" Cheng Qianfan threw a cigarette to Lu Jiufan and asked. "Yes, there is, but after verification, it is not true. This is the audacious attempt to report the fee..." Lu Jiufan said,
Seeing Brother Fan's face darken, he knew that Brother Fan hated someone who cheated him out of money, so he quickly added, "That little bastard's leg has been broken, as a warning to others."
As he spoke, he smiled bitterly, "However, after doing this, Commander Tu is probably so good at hiding that no one knows where he is hiding, not even the little bastard who cheated money."
"What kind of commander-in-chief is he?" Cheng Qianfan snorted coldly, "Taisui is causing trouble! Sooner or later, he will skin him and throw him into the river to feed the fish."
Ma Yishou listened and understood, "Is this the Commander Tu who dared to touch Qianfan's goods?"
"It's just an old loach that will be crushed to death sooner or later." Cheng Qianfan sneered. At this moment, Datou came in and reported, "Brother Fan, someone came from outside and said he had seen Commander Tu."
