Text: Chapter 65

Shanghai.

After the kimono woman with low eyebrows served the tea, she quietly withdrew, Nakamura Jiro took a sip of tea, did not beat around the bush, looked at Ji Huan, and asked in a deep voice: "I just received a secret message, Bo Yuzheng is about to return to China, do you know this?"

"I didn't know earlier than you," Ji Huan said lightly, "My wife has been removed from the Sheng family because of my relationship, and they won't come to tell me about it." ”

Nakamura Jiro pondered for a moment, and then said: "However, you and Bo Yuzheng are brothers-in-law after all, no matter what, you are the most suitable person to persuade him to submit to our Great Japanese Empire." ”

Ji Huan sneered lightly as if he was self-deprecating, and Nakamura Jiro was immersed in his own thoughts, and didn't notice it, he just continued to talk to himself, "Bo Yuzheng, this person, is a rare talent, the empire has always wanted to say that he is used by me since the first Shanghai War, and General Okamura intends to plot against the miscellaneous army in China, isolate the Central Army dominated by the Whampoa Military Academy's young and strong department, and then use China to control China, and annihilate Bo Yu......zheng one by one if you can convince Bo Yuzheng."

"It's impossible, he will return to China, and he has already shown his attitude. Ji Huan didn't wait for him to finish, and interrupted bluntly.

Nakamura Jiro was a little displeased, but he still suppressed his anger, and said with a hint of disdain: "How is it impossible? There is an old Chinese saying that those who know the times are those who are handsome, and now the momentum of our imperial army is like a rainbow, and the sun flag is flying high in the sky over Nanjing, the capital of China, if he continues to be stubborn, there is only a dead end, how can a gang of rabble resist the pace of our great Japanese empire to conquer the world?"

A trace of coldness flashed in Ji Huan's eyes, but his voice sounded very faint, "Is it? Just one battle of Songhu took three months, and it was this rabble in your mouth that made the plan of 'destroying China within three months' that was unbeatable before the war come to naught." ”

"So what, if we win or lose, we still win in the end!" Nakamura Jiro's tone was a mixture of anger and contempt, "I have been in China for so many years, and I know very well the inferior nature of the Shina people, and I will only fight in the nest, and I will fight in the nest!

Ji Huan smiled coldly, "You call yourself a 'China expert', shouldn't you have heard this sentence, 'Brothers are outside the wall to resist their insults', can't you see it?" What kind of Chinese situation is it now, those warlords who can only fight in the nest, all abandon their political opinions, and they are unanimous with the outside world, and those who are in the nest would rather die than say where the wounded soldiers are hiding, even those gangs and gangs that had many interests with you in the past also ignore your dangerous temptations, donate money, and even form armed guerrillas to participate in the war of resistance in a conscientious manner...... Won in the end? ”

"That's enough!" Nakamura Jiro's face was distorted with anger, and even the green tendons on his forehead were beating suddenly, "Your current identity is no longer the young master of the Ji family, but my deputy head of the General Staff Headquarters of the Imperial Japanese Empire, do you need me to remind you again?"

Ji Huan got up indifferently, smiled coldly, and said indifferently, "Thank you, no need." ”

Pushing the door out, in the golden living room downstairs, a stunning woman in a purple begonia cheongsam grabbed a glass of foreign wine in one hand, leaned lazily on the sofa, and looked at him coldly.

The disgust in her eyes is too well hidden, and maybe there are those deeply buried self-loathing, but what he has learned most since he learned is to see through people's hearts, how can he not see it.

He smiled, "Miss Daisy, goodbye." ”

Her lips took out a gorgeous arc, and in his direction, she raised the wine glass in her hand slightly, and her smile hid a charming poison, "Goodbye." ”

She watched him walk out of the door and slowly retracted her gaze, is he really coming back?

And at the same time, Chongqing, Feng Mansion.

Mrs. Feng's eyebrows frowned slightly, and she held a thin piece of paper in her hand: "The Japanese invaders, the national vein is dying, Yu Zheng, as a soldier, why should he withdraw overseas at this time, that is, he plans to return to China to fight the enemy at the same time, turn around and know about it, and ask for a mission." ”

After a long while, Mrs. Feng raised her gaze, trying to smooth out her frowning eyebrows, but there were faint tears in her eyes, so she opened her eyes slightly, smiled, and said to Feng Weilin: "Your father is old, and he has ignored political affairs for so many years, but he refuses to go to Hong Kong, and he insists on going back to battle, your eldest brother and Xiaosheng have stayed well in France, and now they plan to come back, and they really respond to that sentence, not a family, not a family." ”

Feng Weilin smiled: "Mom, don't you feel proud to have such a husband and son?"

"You have always been my pride," Mrs. Feng smiled, but in the end, she was still astringent, and suddenly thought of something, so she asked anxiously, "When will Yu Zheng arrive?"

"The eldest brother should have set off when he sent this telegram, and he would probably be able to go to Chongqing today, and the sister-in-law was still in France. Feng Weilin said.

Mrs. Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and listened to her son speak again, "Mom, I'll arrange for someone to send you to France to be with your sister-in-law, okay?"

Mrs. Feng looked at her son and said calmly, "It's not good, this is my home, and now that the robbers have come in, there is no reason for me to go away and give them the house." ”

Feng Weilin hurriedly said: "Mom, it is the duty of a soldier to defend the land, so we will stay here until the Japanese are driven out of the country, but you don't have to continue to be afraid here, you can be with your sister-in-law, you can also take care of her by the way, and wait for your first grandson to be born, okay?"

Mrs. Feng is no longer young, but she is still with a bright bearing, and she has brought a lot of profundity and tolerance and peace that have been precipitated over the years, smiled, and said to her son: "Wei Lin, I have been a lifelong companion with your father, and I have quarreled and made trouble, and now there is not much time left for us, so where he is, I will be where Xiaosheng is, since your eldest brother is relieved to keep her in France, he must have made a safe arrangement, and my mother is not worried." ”

"Mom......"

"Okay, don't persuade anymore, Mom will definitely not leave," Feng Weilin wanted to persuade again, but was interrupted by Mrs. Feng, she held her son's hand, and smiled again, her smile was open-minded and resolute, "I followed your father, experienced the two dynasties of the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, China's foreign customs, all kinds of scenery and scenes, all kinds of glory and wealth have also been enjoyed, say a word that should not be, even if it is dead now, as long as it dies on the soil of China, there is nothing to regret." ”

After speaking, she didn't want her son to be too worried and heavy, so she changed the topic and said in a more relaxed tone: "However, then again, when it comes to regrets, there are still some you see, even Jingyun's girl has brought her child to see us, when will you marry a daughter-in-law and come back, and let your mother make this last wish?"

As soon as Feng Weilin heard this topic, he felt a little big, "Mom, didn't I say it, the current situation is so chaotic now, I don't have the heart to think about this, I'll talk about it when the little devil is out of the country." ”

Mrs. Feng wanted to say more, but he had already stood up anxiously, "I'll go and see if Jing Yun's interview for my father is over." ”

With that, he strode downstairs to the living room.

Mrs. Feng looked at her son's back, and then looked at the cloudy sky outside the window, the sound of the plane circling was still faintly echoing in her ears, and she couldn't help but sigh softly.