It's only been three years since he left the palace. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Are these new courtiers starting to take themselves too seriously?

Luo Zi walked on the streets of old Shanghai, still wearing the Zhongshan student uniform.

But it's already a different set.

The wide-brimmed black-brimmed hat is enough to block the eyebrow line, and if you look down slightly, you can't see your sight.

The emotions in his eyes were obscure at this time.

But the only thing that is certain is that Luo Zi has already made up his mind to take advantage of the current incident to rectify it well.

"Bang!"

There are many people on the street, frequent traffic and even rickshaws, so while it is prosperous, there is also some uneasy order.

A Chinese man of average height in a gray fat suit inadvertently bumped into him.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

The man seemed to be very timid, and immediately bowed his head and apologized after hitting him, but without waiting for Luo Zi to forgive, he hurriedly trotted towards the road where Luo Zi came with his briefcase, and he didn't seem to be very polite.

Even Luo Zi didn't have time to see the man's face clearly.

But Luo Zi stared at the man's back for a while, and finally continued to walk towards his original goal.

When the man had just bumped into him, he felt something very hard in the man's waist - a small hand. Gun.

But Luo Zi didn't care.

He had been here for three years, and he had encountered many such things, and at first, he was interested in keeping up with them, to see what kind of person it was, and if it was a revolutionary, order, party, or element, he would help him, and if it was a spy, he would take it out and tie it up and throw it to the door of the police station, and he had a lot of fun.

But then he found out that those spies were released in a blink of an eye, and few of them were really used by the people, the country, and the government, and those revolutionaries, even if they were rescued, most of them would not survive the sun rising tomorrow -- in this era, the mixed revolution is not as simple as the main plane TV novel says, just passion and blood and brotherhood, just like playing.

The blood of this era is the fuel for the sun of tomorrow for the nation.

Walking past a cable pole, he casually stuffed a ball of paper from the man who had just tucked into his school uniform jacket and stuffed it into the suit jacket of a man who had been smoking under the cable pole.

Luo Zi trotted to catch up with the cable car and pulled the railing up.

Didn't look at the pole again.

The man himself had saved him once three years ago.

I was also saved once two years ago.

If you can live until now, you should also count your qualifications and become a big man in the revolution, life, party, and people, Luo Zi thought.

The cable car drove away.

The man was unaware of Luo Zi's small movements, he was still smoking cigarettes one after another, and his eyes under the hat he was wearing were implied with anxiety and eagerness, and from time to time he would glance at the watch on his wrist, and then pick up the rolled up paperwork to pretend, in fact, his eyes would look at the path when Luo Zi came and the man walked from time to time.

At this time, a group of concession policemen wearing black police uniforms and white socks wrapped around their feet came towards this side waving the batons in their hands, and the one at the head kept blowing an eager whistle in his mouth.

The man's heart tightened, but he pretended not to see it, bowed his head and pretended to light a cigarette to hide the panic and uneasiness in his eyes.

And just as he reached into his coat pocket to get a match, he touched something unfamiliar.

The man's hands couldn't help but tremble, and his heart couldn't help but tremble.

The policemen were getting closer and closer, but the one who was the leader seemed to have lost the suspect in the traffic, paused and looked around with a tight frown, and finally walked straight towards him with someone!

The man quickly took out matches from his pocket as if he was fine.

"Hey, see a man in a gray suit?!Almost that tall!" The captain gestured with his hand to his nose, signaling that the person they were looking for was so tall.

The man didn't speak immediately, he was a well-trained underground party, and he knew that he was too nervous to speak right away, or he would be exposed.

These dogs in Chinese police uniforms have noses as smart as the Akita dogs raised by the Japanese, especially in the concession area, and often confront their underground party, and they can find out the only party member in the ordinary population from a small movement.

The man's hand first drew a match with a little trembling, and he raised his face with the look of fear on his face that some ordinary citizen should have, and he disguised it just right.

He swallowed nervously, but in the eyes of the policemen, it was the fear of the citizens of the ordinary for the officers in police uniforms.

The man pointed to the other road at the fork in the road and whispered, "...... over there."

The man's acting skills were really superb, and the sheriff just subconsciously divided the team into two parts with vigilance and safety, pursued them separately, and let go of the man.

The man looked at the right path with only three people, waited for a while, bowed his head slightly, and walked into a side alley, and when he turned a corner to make sure that no one would follow him, he trotted up - this alley was a short road, three people, and he and the White Eagle were enough to deal with.

The man, who was worried about the safety of his companion, quickly avoided the various obstacles in the alley, and at the same time reached into the pocket of his coat, touched the strange paper ball, and fumbled to unfold the paper ball in his pocket.

This is a special way for them to distinguish between fake news and real news, this thing is really their own and others' secret!

So, how did this thing come about?

After breaking out in a cold sweat, the man wondered in his heart......

Luo Zi didn't know what the man was thinking, and he didn't care.

He got off the cable car, changed to another ride, and then had two more rides, and he could get to his destination, Mingli Higher Private High School.

He's going to go through the formalities of suspension.

Of course, to go through this kind of formalities, it is indispensable to bring a guardian, although he does not have a guardian, but, he has no shortage of actors for this kind of role.

Luo Zi stood in the aisle of the cable car, pulled the handle, glanced at the landscape passing by outside the car, made sure where he had arrived, and then raised his wrist to look at the time on his watch again, and gradually became a little anxious in his heart.

It's almost time for class.

I knew that I was not greedy, and I took a car to the city center to buy osmanthus cakes!

Luo Zi raised his other hand and looked at the bag wrapped in yellow oiled paper, with five black ink characters written on the square red paper, "Liu Ji Osmanthus Cake", and sighed helplessly in his heart-

Call you greedy!

It's time to ring the bell today!

Luo Zi's heart (to be continued.) )