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But after a few days, the leading brother didn't come, but a few of his younger brothers ran here with a smile on their faces.

As for the reason, it's simple, but these guys fell in love with several of Murong Pei's female team members.

What girl doesn't have a spring? What boy doesn't love? There is no law in the world that says that ruffians cannot have love.

But this matter is more troublesome to deal with than fighting, the ruffians are all naturally cheeky hob meat, even Murong Pei sits in the front hall with that melon skin and sits in the front hall with that yellow and crooked face, and he can't stop their entanglement.

It was annoying but helpless to disturb Murong Pei every day, just when Murong Pei thought that if he really couldn't do it, he had to transfer a few male team members from other teams in the military command to guard the door, but this afternoon, an old French man with blond hair and blue eyes came to the front hall.

The old man was tall, wearing a well-made suit, with oily shoes on his feet, which looked like the first layer of good cowhide, with a bow tie on the neckline, and when he stood in front of Murong Pei, Murong Pei also smelled a faint smell of men's perfume.

"May I ask the old gentleman whether he wants to order a cheongsam for his wife or buy a cheongsam?" Murong Pei got up and asked politely, but in his heart he was speculating about the origin of this Frenchman with extraordinary appearance.

Since the ready-to-wear shop is in the French Concession, it is not surprising that there are French people who patronize it, and there will also be French women who are interested in oriental culture to order cheongsam.

The old man did not say a word, but looked at Murong Pei with interest with his deep eyes that Chinese would never have, perhaps he couldn't understand why a girl who spoke so pleasantly had such a yellow face.

Murong Pei did not avoid his eyes and asked again, the old French man's eyes were curious, wise and arrogant, but he was not confused, showing that the other party understood Chinese.

"How do you know I know Chinese?" The old French man spoke, and he was very fluent in Chinese.

The old gentleman's eyes were full of wisdom. Murong Pei replied.

The old French man glanced at Murong Pei in surprise, this Chinese girl with a face that made him wonder was not ordinary.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"My name is Mu Rong, I don't know the old man's surname?" Murong Pei finished answering the rhetorical question.

"Bruce." The old French man replied.

"Bruce? What a strange name, Blues & Blues? Murong Pei smiled.

Murong Pei's answer suddenly made the old French man named Bruce strange again: "You actually know Blues and Blues?" ”

Nowadays, China is weak, and the vast majority of Chinese are illiterate, but in this small shop that makes cheongsam, there is a Chinese girl who knows blues and blues.

"I'm just looking at it in books, Afro-American music." Murong Pei replied with a smile.

"You like music?" Bruce felt that he had never met a Chinese girl who made him feel so strange, despite the yellow face.

"No, I'm just interested in black people." Murong Pei replied.

"Why?" Bruce asked.

"The Negro, a race of people who are trafficked, enslaved, and oppressed, is just as we are now oppressed by a people called Yamato, but who are extremely short." Murong Pei replied.

Murong Pei wanted to say that it was like we were being oppressed by the great powers, but when the words came to his lips, he changed it to the Yamato nation, and at this time, it is not appropriate to make too many enemies.

But Rao is like this, but this old French man named Bruce also felt the unyielding edge contained in Murong Pei's tone.

He stared at Murong Pei's clear gaze and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, turned his gaze and began to look at the furnishings of this small façade room.

It is nothing more than two counters, with various fabrics of cloth or silk, and on the wall are more than a dozen cheongsams that have been prepared and waiting for the guests to pick up.

Since the establishment of the Republic of China by Mr. Sun Yat-sen, although it has not changed China's long-term weakness, after all, the Chinese people are no longer frogs at the bottom of the well.

Wearing robes and horse coats is becoming less and less, men wearing Mao suits and women wearing cheongsam have become a fashion in mainstream society, and of course, there are also Chinese people who work in foreign companies and also wear suits and ties.

"Mr. Bruce seems to have studied Chinese culture very well." Murong Pei spoke again.

"Research can not be talked about, the Chinese culture is broad and profound, you Chinese have not been able to say everything in your life, and my generation is just a foreigner who is in charge of the leopard." Nabrus sighed.

It's just that his use of Chinese in this sentence is just a layman to Chinese culture, not to mention Murong Pei, no one will believe it if they hear it.

"Mr. Bruce is modest, I wonder what aspects of Chinese culture you like?" Murong Pei was also very interested in this foreign old man who spoke elegantly and had a strong bookish aroma, just as this foreign old man was also very interested in her.

"That's too much, Chinese culture is as vast as a galaxy, it's too much!" Bruce was obviously motivated by feelings, "such as food, such as the Art of War, such as antiques, such as ancient poetry"

Speaking of this, Bruston casually chanted an ancient poem: "The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring and grass." When I feel the tears, I hate the birds. ”

It's just that after he finished chanting this poem, not only Murong Pei was a little surprised, but also himself, how did he move this poem out? Obviously, I was still affected by the Chinese girl in front of me who was dissatisfied with China's oppression of the status quo.

However, there was no reason to take it back after the words had been spoken, so Bruce simply asked: "I wonder how you feel about this poem of your ancient Chinese poems?" ”

Murong Pei saw Bruce asking her, but he muttered to himself: "The country is broken, what a country......broken" But then her eyes lit up and she suddenly said: "The country is broken, but I don't like this sadness, I prefer another poem about the country."

"Oh? Anything else? I really don't know about this, so please ask the lady for some advice. Bruce busied.

It is true that Bruce likes Chinese culture, and he is still very fond of ancient Chinese poetry, because his love for Chinese culture began when his father taught him to memorize ancient Chinese poetry when he was a child.

Under Bruce's gaze, Murong Pei lightly opened his lips and said, "If you hate to resist Japan and die, leave it as a shame today." The country is still like this, why should I regret this?! ”

Murong Pei's voice is not high, but what is reflected in that low voice is a kind of absolute determination that looks at death as home.

Bruce's originally curious eyes lit up because of shock, but Murong Pei's beautiful eyes did not have the slightest intention of dodging, but the two people, one old and one young, one middle, one foreigner, one male and one female, both understood the deep meaning contained in each other's gazes.

The poem quoted by Murong Pei contains too much information.

"Mr. Bruce, what do you think of my national poem?" Murong Pei asked casually.

After being shocked, there was a hint of approval in Bruce's eyes, and he no longer chose to look at the confrontation, but said, "Little girl, did you lie to me, a foreign old man?" Although the author is an ancient, he is not an ancient. ”

This poem is unknown to Bruce, because the author of the poem, Ji Hongchang, was arrested in the French Concession in Tianjin a few years ago, and was later shot dead by someone in Beiping.

As for the crime, the essential reason is that the person refused to attack the Soviet area of the Chinese Communist Party and was bent on resisting Japan and was a Communist.

It is said that at that time, before the execution, the man wrote this poem on the ground with a tree branch, and said: "I died for the anti-Japanese resistance, how can I kneel down and be shot from behind?" I can't fall down when I'm dead, bring me a chair!" ”

At the time of the execution, the man was killed on his back in a chair at the age of 39.

When Murong Pei was about to speak again, a very discordant voice sounded outside the door, "My delicate little sister, your brother is here." ”

When Murong Pei heard this, he was as disgusted as eating a fly, and he didn't need to ask to know that it was those troublesome gangsters who came again.

The voices of those little gangsters were so oily and smooth that Bruce, who looked very well cultivated, changed his face, and his originally elegant temperament suddenly became a kind of ruthlessness that only a superior person has.

At this time, Murong Pei was not in a hurry, because she knew that the main master of these little gangsters had already come.

Sure enough, the outside began to speak again, "Good dogs don't get in the way, how dare you - ouch, this is not the king's head, how did your old man have the kung fu to come here?" Look at my dog's eyes, unexpectedly, my little palm! ”

This was followed by two crisp and loud "pops"! Obviously, it is not light to slap himself, from the strength of his slap in the mouth, it must be a sentence of "good dogs don't get in the way" to provoke people who will never dare to provoke!

Murong Pei's heart was already bright at this time, but he just looked at Bruce, whose face was already very bad.

Bruce didn't know that Murong Pei, a little Chinese girl, looked at him with a playful element in his eyes? The old face was not red, but he also had a fever, so he shouted: "Wang San, you come in!" ”

There was a person coming in from outside, this person Murong Pei naturally knew, known as Wang Sanye, the Chinese sheriff in charge of the patrol house in charge of this area of security in the French Concession.

"Lock up these blind guys and put them together, and tell them that if they dare to make trouble here, they will break their legs first and then take them into custody!"

"Yes, Director!" The third Wang "snapped" a French military salute and turned around and went out, and in a moment, there was a wolf crying and howling outside that was gradually moving away.

"Should I thank Mr. Bruce, or should I thank Director Bruce?" Murong Pei smiled happily, but as he spoke, he bowed to this blonde and blue-eyed foreign old man with his hands on his chest, but it was an ancient gift for the Chinese to express their gratitude.

Bruce laughed and said, "Thank you, just don't scold me, a foreign old man!" ”

Because, Bruce? Steve, it is the director of the Wuhan French Concession Patrol Department!