When Geng Chaozhong's call was made to Boss Tong, Boss Tong was sitting naked in a huge bathtub on the second floor of Tongxin Pharmacy. In the mist, Boss Tong's white and fat body was like a pig about to celebrate the New Year, squeezing the black potion covered with medicinal herbs in the bucket and pushing it away to both sides.

"入ってくる(入)......"

He commanded the woman beside him in a deep tone. The woman laughed coquettishly, pulled her waist with her slender hand, gently removed her loose kimono, and then jumped lightly into the tub.

He didn't even plan to answer the phone. At this time, there are no more calls that I have to answer, Boss Tong thought. Thinking of this, Boss Tong is even more desperate, and the desire of Boss Tong is even stronger, and the long-lost youth seems to have returned to him at this moment. His legs began to tremble, his face flushed unnormally, and after a violent shudder, he subsided.

After a few moments, a piercing scream came from the third floor of Tongxin Pharmacy.

......

Geng Chaozhong reluctantly put down the phone, and then picked up the yellowed photo in his hand.

In the photograph, two elderly men in kimonos and a heroic sixteen or seventeen-year-old man stand together, each with a smile on their faces, and a beautiful scene of sharing family happiness, with the famous Mt. Fuji in the background.

Geng Chaozhong stared at the young man at the center of the photo. The young man in this photograph has slender eyes, sideburns, a hooked nose, thin lips, and a tall stature — at least a head taller than the two old men in the photo, and looks quite heroic. And this heroic image gradually merged with Geng Chaozhong's memory, Zhang Zongyuan in the German water prison.

That's right, the young man in the photo that Mrs. Date left for herself is Zhang Zongyuan.

Geng Chaozhong is not a genius who will never forget, nor is he a stupid fool. The young man in this photo, he was only because of the old lady Ida's entrustment, so he took a few hasty glances, in Geng Chaozhong's heart, the Japanese young man standing in the middle should have died on the land of China a long time ago!

Therefore, when Geng Chaozhong saw Zhang Zongyuan in the water prison, he didn't have any special familiarity, but faintly felt as if he had seen it there.

Now there is an answer.

However, the current Zhang Zongyuan is not quite the same as in the photo, except for the eyebrows, eyes and nose, the whole person's temperament has become very yin and cold, which is completely different from the image of the sunny young man in the photo. It seems that life in China is not satisfactory, at least, it is not comfortable.

Geng Chaozhong bowed slightly, bowed to the old Japanese man who was over half a hundred years old in the Japanese grocery store, stretched out his hand and handed him 5 copper plates, and then walked back to his residence slowly with clogs. In this era, telephone calls are still very uncommon, except for government offices and shops in some prosperous areas, ordinary houses and small shops have no telephones at all.

Of course, the Japanese grocery store near this Japanese consulate is not on the list.

Pushing the door in, Fang Zhitong was sitting there, bringing down the sushi heated by the kerosene stove and neatly placing it on the small coffee table.

Basically, as soon as they return to this Japanese-style residence, both of them will change into kimonos, talk in Japanese, and do things that are supposed to be done in Japanese. Of course, Geng Chaozhong is not very accustomed to this lifestyle, and the biggest reason is that even if he stuffs three sushi in his mouth at the same time, it is difficult for Geng Chaozhong to find the satisfaction of eating steamed buns.

There is also this kind of decent and cautious behavior and behavior, which is full of the cramped and childish atmosphere of the island country, which makes Geng Chaozhong's heart extremely unhappy.

But there is no way, since Zhu Fatzi strongly recommends that he learn the Japanese way of life, then there is naturally no need to disobey his old fat family. After all, Geng Chaozhong himself knew that Zhu Fatzi was saying good words - in less than seven years, the Japanese would land in Qingdao again. Will it be a little late to cramm?

"Xiao Fang, e need a talk."

Geng Chaozhong sat on the side of the coffee table, and said with a serious face.

"Okay, I know you want me to move out, right?"

Fang Zhitong blinked, not caring about what Geng Chaozhong said. For Xiao Fang, a descendant of the magnates of the island city, in this city of all nations, he knows a little bit of any language. Of course, whoever calls the shots on this turf must know more.

"That's right, I joined the action team of the Party Affairs Investigation Bureau, and I will encounter a lot of personal dangers in the future, I don't want to affect you, of course, in other words, I don't want you to drag me down. That's what it means, you pack up and find a place to live tomorrow! Geng Chaozhong stuffed sushi into his mouth as he spoke, but he never looked up at Xiao Fang's eyes.

"Okay, but I don't need you to say it, I rented the house a month ago, and I'm just waiting for you to come back. By the way, there's one more thing I haven't had time to tell you, I'm going to work as an editor in a civilian newspaper soon. ”

Fang Zhitong straightened his legs, got up from the ground, and began to take the handbag on the table.

"My things have already been moved there, and I've already packed up your things for you, but you haven't noticed, maybe it's because you never go through the front door!"

Geng Chaozhong lowered his head, as if he was about to sweep away the Japanese food on the table, until the last piece of sushi was stuffed into his mouth, and he finally looked up.

"Xiao Fang, do you remember what I told you the first day we moved here?"

Geng Chaozhong's eyes flashed with a light, a light that was complex, regretful, expectant and confused.

"Remember, brother, I will always remember."

Fang Zhitong picked up his handbag and began to walk out.

Geng Chaozhong still sat there and did not get up to see him off.

When Xiao Fang pushed the door open and was about to step out of the door, Geng Chaozhong's voice came from behind him.

"Be careful."

Fang Zhitong's body moved, he didn't look back, but learned from Geng Chaozhong, raised his hand and raised it behind his back:

"Sayonara."

The door closed.

Geng Chaozhong sat there quietly, looking at the closed door, as if his eyes could still see Xiao Fang's back through the door.

The civilian newspaper is the newspaper opened by Zhang Haogu in the island city, and it is also one of the three major newspapers in the island city. Geng Chaozhong didn't know if the civilian newspaper dug him up because of Xiao Fang's talent, or because of the role behind the Japanese consulate. Maybe it's both, maybe, maybe even its own reasons. But no matter what, Geng Chaozhong didn't want Xiao Fang to fall too deep.

Geng Chaozhong thought as he took out the photo that Mrs. Date had left for him from his arms, sighed, and handed it to the flame of the kerosene stove.

With a bang, yellow flames rolled up, and the photo quickly turned to ashes.