In the west of the city, there is a large area of buildings and small courtyards.

These small courtyards stand out from the low, dilapidated, haphazardly built houses elsewhere in the city.

This is a well-known rich area in the city, and almost all of those high-ranking officials and successful businessmen live here.

The difference between the rich and the ghetto is not only the appearance of the houses, but also the fact that the roads outside the doors are cleaner than the rest of the city, with the occasional foreign car passing by on the streets, and the flamboyant women in mink coats and heavy make-up walking along the road with their dogs chatting and passing the time.

Wearing uniforms and leather shoes, carrying sabers, the patrolmen walked from one street to the other in square steps, looking majestic, but in fact, almost everyone knows that these patrolmen are just pretending, with a salary of five or six yuan a month, and if something happens, it is already good for them to run away without turning around, and it is simply delusional to let them help administer justice.

But even so, looking at these patrols will give the people living here a little bit of security, at least much safer than those mixed slums.

Yang Kuan led Yang Quanlin to carefully avoid pedestrians and those pretending patrol policemen, and came to the courtyard of a two-story house.

There was obviously no one in the building, because the thick layer of snow in the courtyard had not been cleaned, and there was no trace of anyone walking on the snow, so it was obvious that no one had lived in it for some days.

"Who's here? I'm afraid it's not appropriate for us to come in like this......"

Yang Quanlin asked hesitantly, looking at Yang Kuan's eyes looked very weird, if an ordinary person suddenly found out that one of his extremely familiar friends was a Jiangyang thief, it was probably this kind of look - after all, Yang Kuan's skills were so good, and now he was taking him to break through the empty door, it was difficult for Yang Quanlin to think about it.

"This is Song Jiawen's house in the city - I mentioned her to you!"

Yang Kuan didn't know where to find the key to open the door, and said while inviting Yang Quanlin in.

Yang Quanlin nodded, although he didn't have much intersection with Song Jiawen, but there were a few people in the campus who didn't know Song Jiawen's name - that was known as the existence of the school flower, and it was a girl that many boys dreamed of.

It's just that Song Jiawen is too cold, not to mention ordinary boys, even the pursuit of Guo Xiaokun, the son of the head of Guo, is disdainful, and everyone says in private that this Song Jiawen estimates that her eyes are on the door of her head, and she doesn't know what kind of man can get into her eyes.

Yang Quanlin believes that since Song Jiawen can't even look down on Guo Xiaokun, she shouldn't fall in love with Yang Kuan - of course, it is sometimes difficult to say about men and women.

"Song Jiawen and I are from the same village, and their family has a grain and oil store in this city, but after the holiday a while ago, she took the guys in the store back to her hometown!"

Perhaps seeing Yang Quanlin's thoughts, Yang Kuan explained: "It is estimated that they will not come over until the start of the New Year, and because of Guo Xiaokun, it is estimated that no one will come to search for it, so it should be safe for you to live here!" ”

"I see!"

Yang Quanlin relaxed at this time and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you and Jiawen to be childhood sweethearts, you are so familiar with her, you must be able to get close to the water and get the moon first......"

Yang Kuan sneered, and did not intend to say that he had confessed to Song Jiawen but was rejected, young people, more or less have a good face.

"You're not lightly injured, just rest here first, and I'll go back to the school first, so as not to suspect the gendarmerie when you can't see anyone at the school!"

Yang Kuan greeted for a while, asked Yang Quanlin to hide here to recuperate from his injuries first, and then find time to come over after going back to school to deal with the search and the like, give him some medicine and food to eat, and then try to see if he can send him out of the city after the rumor has passed.

"I really can't see it, usually Wenwen is weak, but his skills are so powerful, and he is thoughtful, but the means are too ruthless......"

Thinking of the departing Yang Kuan, Yang Quanlin couldn't help but be particularly interested in the eldest brother Yang Yi that the other party often mentioned - to be able to cultivate such an excellent young man, how much ability his eldest brother must have!

The other side.

Yang Yi took his younger brothers and sisters, and Song Jiawen and Song Fucai traveled through the wind and snow, and came to the provincial capital.

Since she heard about the student march in a restaurant in a small county town, Song Jiawen knew that Yang Yi wanted to rush to the provincial capital as soon as possible, so she had to silently give up the food that she had to eat every time she went back and forth along the way, and secretly told Song Fucai and others to delay as little as possible, so the progress of the team was much faster.

It's just that no matter how empathetic a girl's heart is under Song Jiawen's tsundere coat, what should come will still come after all.

In the days leading up to the arrival of the provincial capital, the merchants along the way heard more and more information about what had happened in the provincial capital, and everyone knew that on the twentieth day, the students in the provincial capital also held a procession, and many people were arrested, and among them there were definitely several revolutionary parties.

Although President Zhang Ruxuan repeatedly protested with the provincial government, and even published articles in newspapers and periodicals, scholars from all walks of life responded one after another, but with little success.

Although the gendarmerie released some of the students who had marched, many of them, identified as students and workers of the Revolutionary Party, were sentenced to capital punishment and would be tried in a few days before being sent to the execution grounds.

Although Yang Yi is very sure that Yang Kuan will never join any revolutionary party, how can he rest assured before he meets Yang Kuan? Cheng was in a hurry without saying a word, and even Song Jiawen sometimes wanted to talk to him, but she couldn't help but be careful, for fear that if he didn't pay attention to what he said wrong, he would be even more worried.

"Is this still our young lady? In front of Yang Da, it's like a different person......"

Every time they looked at Song Jiawen's cautious appearance, they couldn't help but muttered to themselves, saying that their old man wanted to form a family with the head of Guo's family, but it was estimated that there was no hope, and his own young lady had no chance to escape from Yang Da's palm.

Although they are still convinced of Yang Yi's ability, sometimes they secretly slander themselves, in addition to their ability, they really can't see what kind of thing they like about Yang Da - like a stuffy gourd all day long, three sticks can't beat a stuffy fart, long, it's not ugly, but it's definitely not good-looking......

In the end, they can only boil down Song Jiawen's liking of Yang Yi to one thing, that is, one thing to one thing.

As soon as Yang Yi is unhappy, Song Jiawen is not happy, and of course Yang Ping is not happy, they are not happy, even with Song Fucai and others.

As for Yang Kuan, he has been thinking heavily since he was a child, and he has always had a sky-high face since he was a child, and it is estimated that few people have ever seen him happy, let alone now.

So on the way to the back half of the provincial capital, there was a small half of the day when no one said a word, and I hurried with my head bored.

Far away from heaven and earth, a large city showed its true face among the snow.

After more than half a month, the provincial capital is finally close at hand.

"It's here!"

Seeing the city, Song Fucai and the others couldn't help but cheer and overjoyed, and they secretly swore that in the future, as long as there was no need, they would never rush with Yang Yi, a stuffy gourd—this way, they almost suffocated them to death.

Not to mention that Song Fucai and the others were happy, the moment they saw the city, even Yang Yi couldn't help but exhale, and there was a smile on his face.

"Pingping, when you get to the city, I'll take you to eat a lot of delicious food!"

Seeing Yang Yi smiling, Song Jiawen also became happy, and talked to Yang Ping about all kinds of delicious food, pastries and snacks, etc., secretly swallowing saliva while talking, and I didn't know whether I wanted to eat it or wanted to buy it for Yang Ping.

"We don't have the money ......"

Yang Ping snorted and said pitifully.

"I'm please!"

Song Jiawen waved her hand arrogantly!

"Then I'm going to eat such a big bowl ......"

Yang Ping exaggerated the shape of a wine jar and looked intoxicated, and then found that Yang An was staring at him with vertical eyes again, so he secretly began to shrink his neck.

At the gate of the city, there are military policemen with guns checking the pedestrians entering and leaving, and the search is extremely careful, so the speed is very slow, and the queue in and out of the city is long.

Feeling the short gun on his waist and the large and somewhat exaggerated flat pole made of bamboo, Yang Yi couldn't help but feel a little nervous, if these gendarmes found out that he had a gun on his body, it would be a big trouble.

"Hey, isn't this Miss Jiawen?"

A member of the gendarmerie team saw Song Jiawen's figure from a distance, nodded and ran over and said attentively: "Didn't you say that you would come back after the year when you went out of the city last time?" Why is this coming back now? ”

"I can't get used to living at home!"

Song Jiawen said hardly, without giving a good face at all because of the captain's dedication, and snorted: "There are so many people, when do you have to queue up to enter the city?" It's so cold......"

"Oh, others are lining up for them, Miss Jiawen, what are you lining up!"

The team leader Niu coaxed and asked Song Jiawen to follow him into the city without queuing, Yang Yi, Song Fucai and others hurriedly followed.

Song Fucai and the others obviously knew each other, but they looked at Yang Yi and frowned: "Who is this brother?" Looking at the eyes - is it a new job for your family? ”

"A cousin, follow me to the provincial capital to beg for a living!" Song Fucai said busily.

"Please take care of me in the future!"

Yang Yi hurriedly nodded and bowed to introduce himself, and even stuffed a dried hare.

Wild meat is not worth much in the mountains, but it is different in this provincial capital, the team leader who picked up the hare came out, patted Yang Yi on the shoulder and said: "My name is Liu Yingqing, if you can see it, just call me Brother Liu, if you encounter any trouble in the provincial capital in the future, you can come to me......

"Okay, thank you Brother Liu for taking care of me!"

Yang Yi was very dogged, and then followed into the city.

"It's a sesame big squad leader, what kind of hospitality do you have with him?"

Song Jiawen was a little dissatisfied, Yang An was also a little dissatisfied, the little face was even darker and more ugly, it was estimated that he was distressed by the hare sent out, and even Song Fucai and others secretly despised it, and said that this Yang Da was indeed the No. 1 capable person in the village, and even dared to fight bandits, but after all, the countrymen had never seen the world, and when they saw a team leader, they were regarded as a big person.

"In the future, I will have to make a living in this city, and if I can get some relationship with these soldiers, I may be able to use it in the future......"

Yang Yi smiled kindly, not caring about everyone's dissatisfaction at all, as long as he could let his brothers and sisters live a little more comfortably in this provincial city in the future, he felt nothing if he was humble, anyway, he never thought he was a big man.

Little people, isn't that how they live?