In the early morning, Wen Wan went out wearing loose clothes. Although she was not pregnant yet, she was still actively adapting to what her belly would look like.
She was going to the tailor shop to see the patterns that the little tailor was making, at least that's what Lao Xu said.
"Boss, have the patterns I want come out?" After Wen Wan walked to the tailor shop, she asked the little tailor who was busy.
The little tailor raised his head and took a look, and said with a kind smile: "You are so early. The embroiderer just arrived this morning and is working on it for you in the back room. How about you go in and take a look to see if anything is right or wrong?
, it’s better to say it face to face, so as not to change it later after showing it off.”
Wen Wan asked tentatively: "Can I come in?"
"You can enter, but there's nothing you can't enter in our tailor shop."
She followed the tailor shop and entered the backyard. An embroidery lady was sitting on a chair in the backyard. When she saw Wen Wan coming in, she quickly patted the bamboo stool next to her: "Comrade Wen Wan, you made us look so hard. If not
You persisted in sending reports to the central government, providing the situation in the entire North Manchuria area, and we thought you had died."
When Wen Wan sat down, she was obviously relieved, and what she showed next was a level of fatigue that ordinary people would never experience.
"In the days after the fall of Northeast China, the Japanese carried out a large-scale cleanup. No one in Xinjing, Fengtian, and Bingcheng was spared. All our people were sacrificed. It is a pure luck that I survived."
She seemed to recall the most painful moment for the Chinese people. At that time, 40 million people were shouting to regain the lost land. The young marshal led the elite Feng army to hide in Shanghai. Those who wanted to contribute to the country on the ground in the Northeast were massacred. At that time,
Northern Manchuria is a complete hell on earth.
The embroiderer sighed: "Alas."
He put his hand on Wen Wan's shoulder and comforted him: "It's all over."
"Let's be happy. We have contacted each other now. Is there anything you need organizational help with?"
"By the way, how is your living situation?"
She turned her head and looked at the embroiderer: "I'm married."
The embroiderer knows very well how big a sacrifice this is for a woman. Moreover, she also saw the man when he accompanied Wen Wan to the tailor shop yesterday...
"And she's pregnant."
"What!"
Looking at Wen Wan with a calm face, she was so surprised that she almost bit her gums to bleed.
"Otherwise, how do you think I survived the Japanese sweeps again and again? Did you use the name of the female student Yu Qiulan on the wanted poster during the Fengtian sweeps?"
"Or do you think that I, a woman, can approach the places guarded by the Kwantung Army again and again without relying on any cover, and pass on the information?"
The embroiderer quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I just think you sacrificed too much for our cause."
"Everyone has given so much."
"Now I just hope that after victory, I can see the little devil being punished in front of the whole world."
The embroiderer was silent. After all, the word 'victory' was still far away from the current situation.
"The radio is at my place."
After silence, the exchange between the two finally got to the point. Wen Wan continued: "There are also three guns, a Colt, a Mauser C96, and a Scofield."
"In addition, I can't carry out more dangerous tasks now. I want to give birth to the child and leave a wife for Lao Xu."
"He is a poor man. If one day something happens to me and I am caught by the Japanese, he will most likely suffer the same torture as me."
The embroiderer nodded and said with understanding: "It should be."
"Then, what are your plans after giving birth to the child?"
Wen Wan lowered her head: "Can you help me take the child away?"
"Take it away?" the embroiderer asked incomprehensibly.
"Take it to the rear."
"I hope he grows up in that kind of environment, instead of having someone put a gun to his head and come to me one day asking for a list of underground intelligence agents in North Manchuria."
At this moment, Xiu Niang no longer knew what expression to use to face it. At this moment, I don’t know how many Chinese people are resisting in this way of sacrificing themselves and their families, using their lives to write "unforgettable"
"Don't give in" are four big words.
"Can your husband accept it?"
"So I said he is a poor man who doesn't know who his wife is or where his children are."
"It's not fair to him."
"Is it fair for the Japanese to occupy the Northeast?" Wen Wan said calmly without any expression: "Xiaodouzi was still a child who had not finished high school. During the sweeps, he was hit by machine guns all over his body with bullet holes; Sister Wu is everything.
The maid who didn't know it was shot in the right cheek by Liu Dapiao; Zhou Mingyuan was such a good teacher, but he was tortured and killed in prison just because he taught us."
"Who is this world fair to?" She was not excited at all. If these words were converted into words, there would be no need to add an exclamation point, but every sentence would automatically present a logical accent in the listener's heart, which is deafening and enlightening.
The embroiderer was speechless and listened calmly.
Only then did Wen Wan realize her gaffe: "Thank you for listening to my useless complaints. In fact, I also know that if we can't win this battle, no one in the world will listen to the loser.
nonsense.”
"Yes, if we lose this time, we will never have a chance to open our mouths. So many people are willing to sacrifice their lives to fight against the Japanese. Don't they just want to tell everyone on the day of victory that we fought a lot in this war?
Is it unjust? After all, apart from being weak, we have done nothing wrong."
"Is it also a mistake to be weak?"
"It's original sin."
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Although listening is one of our jobs, the atmosphere should not be too low." Xiu Niang said seriously: "You lurking people are under too much pressure. If you don't have someone to vent to,
If you exit, there will be big problems. From now on, you can vent to me if you have any complaints in your heart, this is your second home."
Wen Wan, no, to be precise, her name should be Yu Qiulan. Once upon a time, she was also the school belle of Fengtian Foreign Languages Institute. She attended dances organized by high-ranking officers of the Fengtian Department, and she also had a Japanese military officer suitor named Saburo Kumamoto.
, then you will become a lurking agent.
However, after the Japanese occupied the Northeast, several consecutive sweeps brought the entire organization to the surface. Not even one-third of Fengtian's underground workers escaped. Yu Qiulan could only hide in the countryside under the pseudonym Wenwan.
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However, the good times did not last long. The Japanese wiped out the remnants of the Feng clan and intensified their efforts to clean up underground workers. In addition, their occupation of various mineral resources made the environment around North Manchuria increasingly bad. The relative was also afraid of implicating himself, so
, while discussing with Wen Wan whether they could go somewhere else to escape, the matchmaker Xu Ruifeng was looking for came to the door.
Where can she go as a girl?
After her accident, her father's legs were broken by kidnappers. To this day, he still has to go to the gendarmerie to report every day. Is there any place she can hide from? Her appearance is almost exactly the same as the wanted notice on the ground in Fengtian.
If you get on the train, you will be arrested...
She gritted her teeth and got married Wenwan.
That's how we are today.
"When will you take away the transmitter?"
The embroiderer thought for a while and said: "No need for the time being. The Japanese are very strict at present. It is very dangerous to transport the transmitter. Just hide it."
"Your husband..." Xiu Niang pondered: "What kind of person is he?"
"He? He's just an ordinary person. He has no skills. His income comes from working as a caravan for merchants. Every time he comes back, he only thinks about..." In the description, Wen Wan remembered how Xu Ruifeng was so anxious every time he came back that he actually closed his mouth.