Either feeling the same thing or being influenced by true feelings, Lao Gao finally spoke. However, given his position, it was impossible to know Yang Qingyun's purpose.
All he could say was what he did in Harbin these days.
Ma Zhansan!
When Xu Ruifeng heard that everyone under Yang Qingyun had been looking for relatives of the former Harbin station special service personnel recently, they only looked for distant relatives and not direct relatives. They even looked for safe houses that had been used and abandoned, and were about to be developed.
Ma Zhansan's name appeared in his mind.
Everyone has to admit that Lao Ma is a good guy. What makes Xu Ruifeng confused is, what on earth is this Lao Ma doing in Harbin?
You said he is organizing all the forces to resist Japan. Harbin is the end of the anti-Japanese front line. No matter what, you should go to the front to do this work. Like Rehe, Fengtian, even if you go to Hebei, it is better than Harbin. It is fast here.
It's the base camp of Japan. It's always easier when it's in the front.
It doesn't make sense to say that he has other agendas. Even Principal Shen's people can't find you right now, so what kind of trouble can you cause?
"Let him have a good rest."
After listening to the old man's narration, Xu Ruifeng let go of the child who had just escaped from death. He walked out of the room amidst the footsteps of the Japanese patrol passing by over and over again. He sat on a chair in the courtyard and looked up.
Touching the sky.
He especially likes to look at the sky, because the space above his head is vast, allowing him to let his thoughts roam freely without any restrictions.
"Uncle."
At the moment when Lao Xu was freeing himself, a little boy knocked on the door of the courtyard.
Xu Ruifeng quickly stood up, opened the door, and pulled him in: "Are you crazy?! How long has it been before, and you're still running around!"
The little boy who told Xu Ruifeng that someone was following Bai Ling was also from the theater troupe next door. At this time, he looked aggrieved, holding a civilized candied haws in his hand, and said with sugar on his hand: "I just want to tell you, I
You worked hard..." The child's mood came and went quickly. In an instant, he put on a smiling face and said: "Look, this is a reward from our class teacher, just because I can do twenty-one flips in one breath in the courtyard.
Son."
Xiao Faner is just somersaults. Male artists are different from female artists. If a female artist is good-looking and has a good voice, it is enough, but not for men. If men want to be popular on the stage, they have to come up with something different. In their case,
In that profession, it is called a unique skill.
Xu Ruifeng had seen a male performer in a theater troupe in Beiman who set up three tables and somersaulted down from a high position in order to gain a foothold; he had also seen someone perform somersaults on the stage like a juggler, using the "bone-shrinking technique"
'Remove the bones from his body and hide them in a box.
If you want to survive these days, you have to risk your life!
"good."
Xu Ruifeng was actually a little touched by this child. He also knew that this was the child's fate, but he still couldn't suppress the heartache in his heart.
The child's hand holding up the candied haws was clearly marked by whip marks. From this, one can imagine how much hardship he endured in exchange for such a candied haws. Xu Ruifeng is also a father now. If anyone dares to treat his child like this
, why talk about family, country and world? He will turn around and leave Harbin. Even if he kills everyone, he still wants to let the people who bully his child know that this child has a cruel and cruel father.
But what about this one in front of you?
Who will stand up and make the decision for him?
"Uncle, you eat."
This child specially kept the candied haws for Xu Ruifeng to eat, even though the candy had melted, he still kept it.
Xu Ruifeng shook his head and said: "Uncle doesn't want to eat. My uncle's teeth are not good and he can't eat sweet things. You can eat it yourself."
He was quite disappointed, so he took back the candied haws and took a bite: "Then next time, our kid in the courtyard has some leftover meat, and I will bring it to you. Our kid likes to eat pork ribs and stewed beans. It's delicious.
Already."
This kid ate the candied haws in one bite, and the corners of his mouth were filled with candy. The smile on his face became happier and happier, and he just stood in front of Xu Ruifeng.
"Do you like to eat pork ribs and stewed beans?"
Lao Xu asked.
He nodded.
"Wait."
Xu Ruifeng walked to the kitchen and shouted inside: "Sibaozi, let's stew our spareribs."
Si Baozi groaned, but the eyes of the little guy in front of him were shining. He looked excitedly towards the back room and asked, "Really?"
Xu Ruifeng smiled and flicked his forehead with his finger: "It's just a bowl of pork ribs, how can it be true or false?"
"Can I eat pork ribs and stewed beans?" The little guy was excited and full of doubts, and then lowered his head: "Am I qualified? The class teacher said that is something only corners can eat, and I can only eat what others have left.
.”
"Nonsense."
Xu Ruifeng picked up the little boy and placed him on his lap: "We are all human beings, who is more qualified than who?"
"Child, to live in this world, you have to be awed on the outside and wild in your heart. Only when the 'disobedience' in your heart is raging like a flame can you step out of the crowd step by step and let everyone see you."
The boy sat on Xu Ruifeng's lap obediently and responded seriously: "I will, uncle."
At this time, Lao Xu suddenly felt that he seemed to have talked to the child a little too much, so he touched his hair with his hand and said, "That's good."
"Uncle, tell me something, I like to hear it."
This child seemed to have finally absorbed a ray of warmth in this cold world, and he just held on to him and refused to let go.
"What do you want to hear?"
"Anything is fine..."
The two men were chatting. When the door opened, the aroma wafted out. Si Baozi was kneading noodles with one hand and holding a basin with the other: "Master, would you like to put some pancakes in the pot? It will come out in one pot, it will be delicious."
The two men looked back at the house at the same time, and in just one moment they turned around - snap!
The basin in Si Baozi's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces!
"Full……"
"Full……"
Si Baozi's face was trembling, and tears seemed to be falling from his eyes. He stood in the courtyard and stared at the child in Xu Ruifeng's arms: "Mandu Latu, it's dad!"
Abba.
This is a completely different title from the Han people, but no one can deny the close connection between it.
The child didn't dare to speak and looked up, but in a subconscious reaction, his legs slipped from Xu Ruifeng's legs and ran towards the man who looked like a wild boar in front of him. Since then, he has never seen anyone else.
anyone.
"Abba!"
He threw himself into the arms of the man in front of him, and Si Baozi picked him up and held him tightly in his arms.
The cry came from Si Baozi's shoulder, and the scolding voice kept ringing: "Where have you been! Where have you been!"
"Do you know that I was abducted and trafficked in Northern Manchuria? My grandmother..."
