Fang Wuying went out that night, he wanted to find the equipment and instruments that Xiao Wu had hidden in the slum before. Xiao Wu was injured, but his actions were not as convenient as his.

Waiting for Fang Wuying to leave, Xiao Wu finished cleaning up the church, and Maria also made dinner, Fang Wuying brought a simple dry shrinkage noodles, which smelled extra fragrant when boiled in water.

It was their dinner, and Mary had left a bowl for Fang Wuying.

"Where did he go?" Eagle Wing couldn't help but ask, "Uh, I mean your cousin." ”

"He's got something to do, and he might come back later."

Eagle Wing didn't say a word, and after a while, he said, "He's a local?" It seems to be a child of a family. ”

Xiao Wu couldn't help but laugh secretly, he shook his head: "He just likes to dress up like that, but my cousin is a very reliable person, don't worry." ”

"Hmm......"

"Isn't Mr. Long also dressed as a mediocre businessman? So appearances are not credible. ”

Eagle Wing laughed, "His appearance is the opposite of his heart. People think that an old man like him must be full of complaints about the current situation, but in fact, he never complains - oh, I have seen a lot of the old decay that loves to scold 'the country will not be a country' on the street and seems to be patriotic, and the devil still obediently became a submissive citizen when he came. ”

"Acquaintance with Mr. Long?"

Eagle Wing nodded: "Actually...... He was my teacher. ”

"I see."

"I followed him at a very young age. The teacher is a person who doesn't like to talk nonsense, and he doesn't like to complain, or to do something big but has no effect, he always says that energy should be spent where it is worthwhile, and to do something really worthwhile, it does not matter what it looks like. ”

"Your teacher...... Love poetry? ”

Eagle Wing smiled: "I especially like Empress Li's words." ”

“……”

"Every time I say that the voice of the dead country is not desirable, he says, 'Son, what do you know?' I don't know the sorrow of death, but I don't know the joy of life? He said that in this regard, few poets of later generations understood it more thoroughly than Hou Zhu Li. ”

When it comes to Long Yusheng, Eagle Wing's words are obviously more.

Xiao Wu was silent for a long time, and shook his head: "Empress Li doesn't necessarily really understand the matter of life and death, but it's just ...... It's just that he's forced to take a step forward than the others. ”

"Perhaps." Eagle Wing sighed and lay down slowly, "The teacher himself is a person with great sorrow, but the pessimistic person advances more courageously than anyone else, this contrast often surprises me. ”

The two didn't speak for a long time.

After a while, Xiao Wu saw that Eagle Wing's face turned pale, and he understood that it was pain coming up, and Fang Wuying's examination just now tossed the wound.

"It's too bad I didn't get any painkillers today." He got up and rummaged through the medical bag that Fang Wu had left behind, but there was no anesthetic medicine in it.

"It's okay, it's over."

Even though Eagle Wing said this, fine beads of sweat still oozed from his pale forehead.

Xiao Wu was a little unbearable, he sat back at the head of the bed, and thought for a while: "If there is something to distract me, or ......"

"Hey, you can't sing?"

Xiao Wu was stunned: "Singing? Uh, this ...... It's going to be a little bit ......."

He is proficient in calligraphy and painting, proficient in music and rhythm, works in poetry, and his words are especially the crown of the five generations, and it is not difficult for Xiao Wu to sing in the first place, but in the face of a patriotic young man in the forties, Xiao Wu can't think of what to sing for a while.

"Then just sing one, just sing it."

"But I don't have the ...... that are trending nowadays"

Eagle Wing smiled bitterly: "Excellent, I don't like to listen to "Night Shanghai", anyway, you can sing whatever you like, just please don't sing 'Xiaolou last night and the east wind', I listen to that kind of song even more." ”

Xiao Wu laughed: "No, I don't like that kind of song either." By the way, there's a nice one that I think you'll like. ”

Then he thought about it and sang Wang Feng's "I Love You China" in a low voice.

Whenever I feel pain, I want you to hold me tight

Touch my soul just like you do all the time

Whenever I'm confused, you give me a kind of warmth

It's like someone's arm around my shoulder

……

Xiao Wu's voice is excellent, and the melody of the song is very durable, and when he sings, Eagle Wing doesn't even blink his eyes. When he finished singing, Eagle Wing suddenly asked him to sing it again.

“…… It's so nice. "Eagle Wings look like a dream," who sang this? ”

Xiao Wu smiled: "I don't know, it's just that I occasionally passed by No. 43 Baojia Street......"

"No. 43 Baojia Street? I haven't heard of it. ”

"Well, it's right there anyway, and I hear people singing this song." Xiao Wu said, "Some people say that it sounds awkward, and rappers shouldn't sing this kind of song, but I think it's good, so I memorized it." ”

"Sing it again."

So before Fang Wuying came back, Xiao Wu sang that song to Eagle Wing again, he didn't know what kind of consequences would be caused by singing the songs of the 21st century to the people of the last century in advance, but at least at this moment, he was more willing to use this rock and roll patriotic style to soothe the heart of this hot-blooded young man.

Fang Wuying came back late, but the instruments and equipment were found intact, and Xiao Wu buried it in a dry well, and then covered it with many rotten branches and bricks. Now that the task was completed, Fang Wuying sent the instrument back first.

"Look at the place where you hide the ghost, you really can't find the ghost." Fang Wuying complained, "Dig up my hand of black mud." Almost dug it wrong. ”

"How? It's easy to find, huh? Xiao Wu was surprised, "There is a dry well nearby, I didn't tell you that there is a family next to ......."

Fang Wuying's expression froze for a moment, and he shook his head: "...... Burned. ”

"Burned?" Xiao Wu glared at him, "What burned out?" There are several other households in that area! ”

"It's all burned, a scorched earth." Fang Wuying lowered his head and wiped his fingers, "I found the well in the scorched earth and rubble, and all the hints you gave were burned clean, and even the walls collapsed. ”

"That'...... What about those people? I also saw a beggar ......"

"There's no one, there's no one there." Fang Wuying said, "At first, I thought I was wrong, but then people told me that in order to prevent the spread of the plague, the devil used an incendiary bomb yesterday and burned all that piece. ”

"Burn it?! There are still people living there! ”

"Will devils treat Chinese as human beings?"

“……”

That night, Xiao Wu could no longer sleep, and he always remembered that when he buried the instrument and staggered out of the dirty mud, the beggar opposite brought him a small bowl of unpalatable grains......

"The poor help the poor, eat." The beggar said at the time.

But where did the beggar go now? Or, is he still alive?

……

The next day, he went to the security station with dark circles under his eyes.

Cang Chuan seemed to be particularly excited today, he no longer pulled Xiao Wu to talk about Japan, but began to ask Xiao Wu to tell him poetry and rhythm.

"I'm very interested in these things in ancient China!" "Female writers in the Heian period often quoted ancient poems from the Tang Dynasty, and I liked these beautiful words. Since you were able to discuss poetry with people yesterday, you must have learned a lot about it. ”

He pushed the book "The Second Main Words of the Southern Tang Dynasty" in front of Xiao Wu.

"Tell me about this." He said, "I know that Li Yu is the greatest lyricist in China. ”

Xiao Wu buried his face in the palm of his hand, and he was speechless for a while.

"What's wrong? Chen Jun? ”

After a long time, Xiao Wu raised his head: "...... It's nothing. My knowledge is also very superficial, and I'm afraid it doesn't make sense. ”

"How could it be. You Chinese, aren't these all required courses? Cang Chuan simply sat upright, "From today on, I will treat you Chen Jun as a teacher, so please be patient and teach me." Please! ”

Xiao Wu couldn't refute it anymore, he took the book "The Second Main Words of the Southern Tang Dynasty", and he could feel the faint smell of potion emanating from it.

Presumably, in order to check this book, the Japanese have used various methods, and today I want him to talk about this, also to prove that what Xiao Wu said yesterday is not a lie.

"Okay......" Xiao Wu said to Cang Chuan extremely reluctantly, "I can only talk about the basics, if you want to study deeply, Mr. Cang Chuan, you still have to find a real scholar." ”

"It's okay! You've got a good point! ”

"As mentioned on the cover, you must also know that Li Yu was the last emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty." Xiao Wu slowly opened the book with trembling fingers, "This is a ...... A cowardly person who is unwilling to stand up to the reality of the country's death, so we can also see this characteristic from his works. ”

The "course" of teaching poetry to Cangchuan lasted for two hours.

The moment he walked out of the security station, Xiao Wu felt tiredness and pain that he had never felt before, he had never dissected his work like this in front of others, and it was with a devil......

He had never faced his past so squarely, facing the humiliations that he once wanted to completely forget.

The humiliation of the country, the pain of the society, the waist and the sideburns are grinding.

And now, he has to face this pain again, and in another kind of "slave of the country".

Walking slowly on the street, the newsboy who passed by like a meteor shouted loudly, interrupting Xiao Wu's contemplation: "...... Extra! Extra! Long Yusheng, president of the Huxing Chamber of Commerce, was assassinated! ”

In Xiao Wu's ears, there was a bang!

He couldn't help but grab the newsboy and snatched a newspaper from the other party's hand, the huge headline with black letters on a white background, just like the newsboy read: Long Yusheng, president of the Huxing Chamber of Commerce, was found shot dead in his apartment this morning!

Appendix

"No. 43 Baojia Street" is the name of the band where Wang Feng was before he flew solo, and this address is actually the location of the Central Conservatory of Music.