In the 34th year of the Republic of China, the artillery fire and gunpowder smoke faded, and Beiping finally removed the Japanese sun flag hanging on the streets, and the streets were changed to blue sky and white sun and red ground.

The Japanese had just withdrawn, but the devastated city had not yet recovered from the chaos, and there were always people on the streets setting fire to looting things, and students paraded with banners.

"Just stop at the door. ”

Liang Fusheng pointed to a bungalow and said.

The driver, Uncle Wang, asked with some uncertainty: "Master, do you remember the wrong place, the door is Wang Balou." ”

"Wang Balou is ......," he said, without a voice.

Jingshi Model Prison is named "Wang Balou" because the five rows of prisons in the prison are scattered with the center of the watchtower as the center, and the shape resembles Wang Balou.

That's a prison, what is Young Master Liang doing in that kind of pickled place?

"I know. ”

Liang Fusheng pushed the door and got out of the car, and stood at the gate of this prison, known as "Wang Balou".

He was dressed decently, and even if the jailer didn't recognize him, he knew what kind of head and face he was, so he greeted him with courtesy.

"Dare to ask you who you are......"

His voice was cold: "Liang Fusheng." ”

"Oh," the jailer said in a long voice, his smile becoming more flattering, "you are that Young Master Liang." ”

He led Liang Fusheng into the prison, first registered his name in the book, and then took him around the watchtower.

The interior of the prison, which was built in the second year of Xuantong, is very distinctive, with the central watchtower connected to the surrounding prison passages, and the inmates only need to circle around the watchtower to see the situation of each row of cells.

While taking Liang Fusheng around the watchtower, the jailer cautiously squinted his eyes to observe the young master's expression, and saw that Young Master Liang, who had been cherishing words since he entered the prison, was finally willing to speak: "I want to see Boss Qu." ”

The jailer smiled awkwardly and accidentally smacked: "Which song, qu boss?"

Liang Fusheng knew that he was asking knowingly, but he still said coldly: "How many other Qu bosses are there in Beiping?"

Yes, how many other Qu bosses are there in Beiping?

Of course, the jailer knew who Boss Qu Liang Fusheng was talking about, but he didn't dare to follow his words, so he just picked up a sentence: "Qu, Qu Jinghongbei." ”

He raised his eyes and glanced at Liang Fusheng, then lowered his head and muttered: "She can't, she can't......"

Liang Fusheng's eyes stared at him directly: "Can you be accommodating?" ”

The fiat currency depreciated so badly that he shoved a silver ocean into the jailer's hand.

The jailer pinched the hard currency in his palm, and loosened the door on his mouth, but his attitude did not loosen: "It's not that I won't take you there, it's that I really can't get in." ”

"The prisoners who have committed the 'traitor' are all kept underground. ”

Liang Fusheng silently stuffed something into his hand, and his mouth still repeated: "Can you be accommodating again?" ”

The jailer weighed the weight in his palm, satisfied.

He tucked it into his pocket, his palms sweating, he wiped it on his pants and patted it on his pocket.

"Cheng, I'll take you in. ”

They descended the steps, and the underground cell was dark, damp, and invisible, and the hallway smelled of rust, whether it was rust or blood from the iron doors and windows.

The jailer opened the cell door with the brass key and said to him, "Ah, let's go in." ”

"She's out of her mind, so be careful. ”

"If you want me to say, you have taken such a lot of trouble to come here, and it will be in vain to see you. The jailer then sighed, "I think about what a beautiful scene the boss of the opera garden was, but it's a pity that ......."

Liang Fusheng silently shook a sharp look and interrupted him: "This doesn't bother you." ”

He opened the iron door with a "creak", and locked himself in the same closed space as the people who had been in prison.

There was a mess of thatch on the ground, and half of the steamed buns that had been rancid rolled off the corner of the wall, and by the faint light, Liang Fusheng saw a person with his back to him.

She lay curled up in a small ball on a thatched pile, thinly dressed, and her clothes were so dusty that she couldn't tell what color they were supposed to be.

Sensing a voice behind her, she shrank sharply, her ball trembling in the corner.

"Qu Jinghong," Liang Fusheng called her softly, but there was no response.

He changed his words and said, "Boss Qu?"

Qu Jinghong's body spasmed, but his head turned over.

Liang Fusheng saw her face clearly.

She was injured, the corners of her mouth and eyes were covered with color, her neckline was torn off, and her right cheek was swollen, she had been beaten.

In the past, the famous singers who were popular all over the capital became prisoners, and a pair of wonderful eyes have now become scattered, and their eyes cannot be gathered into a focus.

As if a sharp blade was cutting at his heart, Liang Fusheng squatted down, wanting to reach out and touch her face.

Qu Jinghong shrank back in a hurry, and his unkempt hair didn't know when it was stained with a withered yellow thatch.

Liang Fusheng raised his hand and was about to take it off for her, when she saw Qu Jinghong's body tense in horror, and she thought he was reaching out to hit her.

"Woo......"

A beast-like whimper came out of her throat, and she bit down viciously on Liang Fusheng's wrist.

This bite was so deep that he was bitten to the point that his skin was almost open, but he didn't move easily.

Like taming a beast, Liang Fusheng looked at her quietly and motionlessly.

"Qu Jinghong, do you still recognize me?" he slid his throat, his voice hoarse.

No response.

The closed space was so quiet that she could hear the sound of grinding her teeth in the cell next door, Qu Jinghong looked at him without blinking, and after a while, she finally slowly relented.

"Do you remember me?" Liang Fusheng was ecstatic, and his speech unconsciously quickened, "I'm Liang Fusheng." ”

Qu Jinghong opened his mouth and repeated blankly with his mouth shape: "Liang ......"

Liang Fusheng slowed down his speech word by word: "Yes, Liang, Fusheng, Sheng." ”

But Qu Jinghong did not continue, since he entered the cell, the language exchange between the two people only stopped at the short word "Liang".

Liang Fusheng even wondered if the broken word was just an unconscious whimper.

Qu Jinghong broke free from his arms, and searched around with his hands and feet.

She was hungry.

I saw her groping, reaching the half of the rancid steamed bun that rolled down the wall with her fingertips, and then quickly picked it up with both hands, first devouring a big bite, and then reluctant to swallow. She spit out the steamed bun again, biting it with her front teeth and gnawing it bit by bite.

Liang Fusheng fumbled in his pocket for a while and found a small bottle of imported Molden candy.

He poured the candy into the palm of his hand, and the syrup-coated chestnuts were macerated in rum to give off a sweet taste.

Qu Jinghong put down the steamed bun, carefully lowered his head and grabbed it from his palm, then raised his head and smiled.