The inn looks very shabby, and it is still cleaned quickly.

Song Fucai and others have already booked a room, an upper room and a chase shop, the upper room is for Song Jiawen to live with Yang Ping, and Yang Yi and Yang An are squeezing the chase shop with everyone.

Going out is not as good as being at home, it costs money everywhere, so even if Song Fucai and others came back and forth with Song Jiawen before, they were all arranged like this, Yang Yi and Yang An didn't have much money on hand, and naturally it was no exception.

"Uncle Cai, why don't you go and eat something together?"

After putting things away, Yang Yi greeted, and Yang An hurriedly added a sentence at the back, Miss Jiawen was in for a treat.

"You guys, we won't go, just find a place to eat later!" Song Fucai said with a smile.

They followed Song Jiawen to take care of them in the provincial capital, and operated a small industry of the Song family in the provincial capital, and they all earned the wages of the Song family, but they didn't dare to eat and drink with Song Jiawen all day long.

Thinking about it, every time Yang Yi is there, if he and the others get too close, Song Jiawen's eyes are like knives, and no one wants to follow him to find it uncomfortable.

Yang Yi stopped persuading and took Yang An out.

Looking at Song Jiawen pulling Yang Ping to bounce and laugh on the street from a distance, carefree, Yang Yi felt warm in his heart, and said that it would be great if people could live like this all the time.

"Big brother, what do you think in your heart?"

Yang An asked suddenly, tilting his head to look at Yang Yi with an adult's scrutiny in his eyes.

"You can't be like Pinkie, don't think too much?"

Yang Yi sighed and said, "Don't worry about the adult's business, I'll take care of it!" ”

Yang An pursed his lips and sighed in an old-fashioned manner: "I think Sister Jiawen is really a good girl, you pretend to be stupid all day long, and when she doesn't like you, when you cry, ......"

“……”

Yang Yi looked at Yang An depressedly, and sometimes even wondered if his younger brother was possessed by his father.

"Hurry up, what are you grinding, Pingping is hungry!"

The young girl was waving at Yang Yi from afar, her hair fluttering in the cold wind in the snow in her jacket, and her beauty was like a painting that people couldn't bear to spoil and approach.

When I entered the restaurant, the steaming heat and the fire suddenly became much warmer.

It is worthy of being a restaurant that Song Jiawen misses, the house is full of people, eating haggis and drinking mutton soup while chatting all over the world, and a few people came in and some people looked at them, but they didn't pay much attention.

Song Jiawen was familiar with the way to eat, and Yang Yi took his younger siblings to find a seat and sit down, and was attracted by the conversation between the two diners who looked like merchants next to him.

"Those students, the family gives money and can't study well, what kind of trouble?"

"You can't say that, the Japanese have occupied the Northeast, and it has become illegal for the people there to eat rice, so you have to find a way to get the Japanese out?"

"Even if you want to fight the Japanese, it's Chairman Chiang and those who are soldiers, what are these students fooling in? Just by marching in the streets and shouting slogans, they can save the country? Dream on......"

Several merchants were spitting fiercely in their discussions, and they didn't notice that Yang Yi was paying attention to them.

Song Jiawen came back, holding a large plate and a small bowl, beckoning everyone to eat while it was hot.

Yang Yi nodded, turned around and asked a few merchants: "A few big brothers, what is the matter with the student parade you are talking about?" ”

"You don't know yet?"

Several merchants turned around, looked at Yang Yi and said: "Those students who study in the city marched everywhere in the streets, and were suppressed by the government by sending troops, I heard that many people were killed, and many ...... were arrested."

"What's going on, it can't be our provincial capital, right?" Yang Yi's face turned pale when he heard this.

"We don't have one in our provincial city, but I'm going to see it soon!"

A merchant said mysteriously: "At first, it was just the students of Beiping, and then there was a disturbance all over the country, Shanghai, Tianjin, Nanjing, Chongqing, I look at this matter, nine times out of ten, there are people who support it behind their backs, otherwise those students alone will not be able to make such a big battle......

"Maybe it's those who are behind it, those guys can't fight, and they engage in this kind of conspiracy, but it's a set of ......"

Another merchant said, saying that he was afraid that Yang Yi would not understand, and knocked on the chili bottle on the table, and the chili pepper inside was poured with red oil, and it was red.

"Be quiet!"

Someone kicked and reminded: "If people hear it, they have to arrest you as a revolutionary party and kill your head, the disaster comes from the mouth, don't you know?" ”

The merchant sneered, and after a quick meal, the group left.

Yang Yi turned around to eat, his face was cloudy, and he looked at Song Jiawen from time to time, and Song Jiawen's eyes were a little dodgy, like a child who had done something wrong.

"Second brother will not be so ignorant!" Yang Andao.

"Eat!"

Yang Yi snorted and diverted the topic, several people ate a meal without taste, and Yang Ping ate happily alone, the tip of her nose was sweating, Yang An looked at it with contempt, and said in her heart that she was really a heartless girl - why did the old Yang family have such a heartless person as her?

Originally, Song Jiawen planned to go out for a walk after eating, but now seeing Yang Yi's expression, she obviously lost her interest in walking, and went to check out depressed.

"Come on, I can't always eat and drink you all the way!"

Yang Yi said, and asked the restaurant to pack some haggis and a bottle of spirits, ready to take them back to Song Fucai and others.

Along the way, Yang An and Yang Ping are indispensable places to trouble them, although they can save it, but when it is time to be generous, Yang Yi will never be stingy.

"An An, you take Pingping back and give the wine and food to Uncle Cai!"

Back at the inn, Yang Yi let Yang An and Yang Ping in, he had something to ask Song Jiawen, Yang Ping's little face was excited and squeezed Yang Yi's eyebrows, but Yang An knew what was going on, so he dragged Yang Ping away directly.

"If it weren't for Yang Kuan, you wouldn't be alone with me?"

Song Jiawen looked at Yang Yi angrily and said, "Are you so afraid of me?" I won't eat you again! ”

Yang Yi began to scratch his head again, he wanted to tell Song Jiawen that he did like her, but sometimes it is never a matter of two people to be together, and there are too many things.

Song Jiawen is a young lady who grew up in a honey pot since she was a child, although she can see the difficulties of life, but what she cares about is the poignancy outside the difficult life, as for that kind of suffering, Yang Yi feels that Song Jiawen will never understand that kind of hardship without experiencing it personally.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Jiawen kicked his calf, kick after kick, venting her dissatisfaction lightly and heavily.

Yang Yi turned around, just blocking the direction of the wind, and then asked Yang Kuan about his situation in the provincial capital.

When he was at Song's house, he wanted to ask, but because Song Jiawen asked him if he liked her, he was a bandit, and he patronized and pretended to be stupid and stunned along the way, and he didn't care about it at all.

"I really don't know these things......"

Seeing that he was so careful, Song Jiawen's anger finally disappeared a lot, and said: "Although the central crackdown on bandits won a big victory, in order to prevent a resurgence, the revolutionary party was arrested everywhere, and Guo Xiaokun always pestered me, so even if there is a revolutionary party operating in the provincial school, it will not let me know ......"

Now that various units are arresting the revolutionary party, Guo Jinjun is the commander of one of the regiments of the garrison near Zhangjiakou, and naturally he is no exception.

And Guo Xiaokun is Guo Jinjun's son, and he is hanging around Song Jiawen, and Song Jiawen can hear about the situation of the revolutionary party, which is a strange thing.

Listening to these cause and effect relationships, especially when he heard that Guo Xiaokun was frantically pursuing Song Jiawen, although Yang Yi tried his best to hide it, his face was still ugly, and the feeling was as uncomfortable as if his most beloved thing was about to be snatched away.

"Jealous?"

Looking at Yang Yi's appearance, Song Jiawen couldn't help but want to laugh proudly, and hummed: "Don't think that if I like you, you can't take me seriously, otherwise one day I will really follow someone else as ruthless, and then you won't have a place to cry......"

"It's better for me to cry than to see you and me working hard and crying hard......"

Yang Yixin said, but he couldn't bear to say it after all, because he felt that this was too cruel to himself, he still held on to a little hope, hoping that he could encounter some turning point in the provincial capital, so that he could be with her in a dignified manner, and he didn't have to worry that she would live a hard life with him.

"Yang Yi, thank you for the wine and food!"

Back in the room, Song Fucai and the others sat on the kang and drank haggis, greeted him with a smile when they saw him come back, and asked him if he wanted to drink some together.

Although Song Kangnian and Song Fucai and others had already explained in private before coming, let them pay attention to Yang Yi and ask him not to get too close to his daughter, but Song Jiawen's affairs, where did Song Fucai and others take care of it? Not to mention that Yang Yi killed dozens of bandits by himself, they didn't dare even if they wanted to, so they knew that Yang Yi was only coming back now, I was afraid that they were running away with Song Jiawen, and they pretended not to know.

"No, you drink!"

Yang Yi shook his head, he didn't drink a drop of alcohol.

He doesn't seem to have any hobbies other than trying to live.

"Did Sister Jiawen say anything about the second brother?"

Seeing that Yang Yi finished washing his feet and put on the kang, Yang An, who was already shrunk under the covers, asked.

"Say, it's okay!"

Yang Yi smiled and comforted Yang Kuan, closed his eyes and began to prepare to fall asleep.

But he couldn't fall asleep at the moment, and his mind always couldn't help but think of some tattered guys who were chased by a large group of soldiers, and they were shot dead one after another.

He was very afraid, afraid that Yang Kuan would now be involved with those revolutionary parties, and finally end up dead without a corpse.

Thinking of this, Yang Yi couldn't wait to have wings, and immediately flew to the provincial capital to see if Yang Kuan was okay, the first time, he regretted sending Yang Kuan to the provincial capital to attend the new school.

Although it is more difficult in the village, and no one can afford it, as long as you are honest, you will not be in danger of your life after all.