The sun is blazing, and the sky above Hong Kong's Lingding Ocean is cloudless.

There was a thunderclap on a clear day, and the blue sky seemed to have been split by a huge axe.

The space around him shook violently, and a man was thrown out of the crack in the darkness and fell straight to the ground in a whirl.

Zhang suddenly woke up, only to feel that the skin all over his body was in pain, and he was shocked to find that he was falling rapidly from the sky.

The earth rushed towards him, and at that moment, Zhang Meng only felt that he was finished.

"Dididi," an afterburner-like device on Zhang Meng's chest suddenly flashed a red light.

At the last moment, Zhang Meng's whole person was pulled up in time by the suddenly opened parachute, avoiding the tragic end of being smashed into a pulp.

The frightened Zhang Meng was taken by parachute over a forest. With the sound of the branches breaking, he felt the roof break, crackle and hit some mess, and finally fell into the house, and pressed against a person, and the screams suddenly rang out.

Then came the screams of the women, and in the blur, Zhang Meng barely saw a few women dressed as maids covering their mouths in shock, and then fainted.

I don't know how many days have passed, in a drowsy state, Zhang Meng faintly felt that there was a woman who served him carefully, wiped his body and changed his clothes, treated his injuries, fed him, gave him injections, and drank medicine.

Finally, one morning, Zhang Meng woke up leisurely.

How the hell did you do that?

Zhang Meng's memory one moment is still that he was carrying out a forced demolition mission in a shantytown, and the next moment he woke up and fell from the sky, and he was here when he woke up again.

What is this place?

A faint scent of sandalwood fills the side, and flecks of sunlight shine in the hollowed-out carved windows. Upon closer inspection, there was a soft wooden bed beneath him, with delicate carved decorations that looked expensive, and a brocade quilt on his body.

As I thought, footsteps sounded.

Zhang Meng looked at the door and couldn't help but concentrate. In a strange place, where his life was in danger at all times, he immediately raised his vigilance. Subconsciously touched his waist, but he didn't find the baton that was supposed to be there.

The door opened, and a maid who only appeared in anime appeared in Zhang Meng's sight.

She wore a folded white scarf on her head, and her long hair on her forehead was parted in the middle and pulled to her ears and intersected with her temples, and was braided into two braids. She wears a long black dress and a white apron. She carried a plate and white cloth shoes, and Yingying walked in.

She was handsome and petite, and she looked like she was only twelve or thirteen years old. When her watery eyes saw Zhang Meng staring at her, she was startled and almost dropped the plate to the ground.

"One less Hanon is awake! It's great to increase! Her melodious voice uttered a series of words, and her face flushed with joy.

"Talk to me?"

This maid speaks a Shanghai dialect, although Zhang Meng also learned some Shanghainese when he was fine, but the other party spoke too fast, and the dialect flavor was too heavy, as if it still had the taste of classical Chinese in the Republic of China era, so Zhang Meng only understood the word young master.

The maid nodded, put down her plate, and ran out in a hurry. After a while, there was a burst of excited shouts from outside the door.

When Zhang Meng was thinking about why the other party called him young master, the door was slammed open, and when he looked up, a handsome woman about twenty years old rushed over quickly.

The woman came to the bed, grabbed Zhang Meng's hand, held it tightly, and looked at him with teary eyes.

"Brother, Nong finally woke up, Nong Kai when Wei'er answered that she was dead!"

Zhang Meng looked at the Shanghai woman in front of him who called herself Wei'er with some astonishment, only to see that she was wearing a white gauze skirt, with a light bow tied into a light bow with water blue silk soft smoke around her waist, and a Wei Ling hairpin was gently pulled up and inserted obliquely in her inky hair. The skin is crystal like jade, without powder, such a clear and shallow outfit, simple but beautiful, fresh and elegant.

Looking at her white face again, her eyes seemed to be embedded in it, but there was a touch of sadness. The eyebrows are bent just right. The two thin pieces of lips curled up a beautiful arc, and a smile hung on the pretty face, as if there was a taste of victory over the city.

It's really a big beauty with a logo.

Zhang Meng quickly gave her a high score for her appearance in his heart, and he would usually talk to her in every possible way, but it seems to be very entangled at the moment, because Zhang Meng is a little uneasy about the unfamiliar environment.

"Can this speak Mandarin? I-that-Shanghainese don't understand much. ”

The woman named Wei'er was stunned for a moment, and then changed to Mandarin and said, "Strange, brother, why can't you understand your hometown?" I said, 'You're finally awake, you're going to make Vile worry to death!' ’”

Zhang Meng coughed dryly, although he felt that he had a lot of money, but the other party's explicit call 'brother' made him a little unbearable. Of course, he had more important things to ask her.

"Xiexie you care, but I don't understand how I got here? Where is this again? ”

The woman named Wei'er was stunned for a moment, then forced a laugh and said, "Brother! What's wrong with you? I'm your sister Vier! This is Hong Kong, our dad specially gave you a birthday gift, it is your home! ”

Zhang Meng's brain suddenly froze for three seconds, and he looked around the room again, he hoped to have such a gorgeous home in Hong Kong, but with the salary of his small civil servant, he would not be able to earn money to buy a suite in Hong Kong in his life. just looked at this woman named Wei'er, but her expression didn't seem to be fake.

What's going on? Zhang Meng couldn't help frowning.

"Miss Weier, I think you must have mistaken someone! My name is Zhang Meng, I'm not your brother! ”

Wei'er's face suddenly sank, then her eyes flashed and she pouted, "You are my brother!" My brother's name is Zhang Meng! My name is Zhang Wei! ”

Zhang Meng looked at Zhang Wei with a little surprise, and said with a wry smile: "What a coincidence." My brother and I may have the same name, but we don't always look the same, right? ”

Zhang Wei hurriedly said, "Who said that?" You two look exactly the same! ”

Silent.

Zhang Meng has already seen through Zhang Wei's lies. Similarly, Zhang Wei also knew that she had just said that she had revealed the filling.

After the two were silent for a while, Zhang Wei let go of Zhang Meng's hand with a disappointed face, slowly got up and came to the window, staring into the distance.

"I know that even though you look exactly the same and have the same name, you're not my brother. How could my brother not understand his native dialect? ”

Her words were heavy, with incomparably desolation and heartache.

Zhang Wei sobbed softly, turned her head and said with a cheerful face: "Okay, don't bother Mr. Zhang, you can rest first, and I will come to see you later." ”

With that, Zhang Wei turned around and left.

Zhang Meng still had something to ask her, but when he moved his body, he felt as if he was falling apart. At the same time, seeing that she was very sad, I had to give up first and ask again when I had the opportunity.

After a while, the maid of the Shanghai girl Lori just now entered Zhang Meng's room again with a reheated haode medicine.

"One less ha, it's time to cut the medicine!"

Zhang Meng looked at this Shanghai little Lori, this time she spoke slowly, and Zhang Meng understood. So he tried to shout in stumbling Shanghainese: "Female Xiaoning, is your name Sa?" ”

"Xiao Zhao!"

"Mistake! Good old guys! ”

The girl named Xiao Zhao winked at Zhang Meng and asked, "One less ha, can Nong speak in Shanghai?" ”

Zhang Meng suddenly smiled and said: "I just learned a little bit, just to show off, you still speak Mandarin to me." ”

Xiao Zhao smiled sweetly, brought over the medicinal soup, blew it himself, and handed it over when it felt not hot.

"Young master, drink the medicine while it's hot."

Zhang Meng nodded, smelling the smell of the medicine and knowing that it was pure healing and nourishing, so he drank the medicine with confidence.

"You call me young master? Zhang Wei is your young lady, right? Does she call me brother? ”

After drinking the medicine, Zhang Meng kept Xiao Zhao and interrogated her about the ins and outs. And Xiao Zhao seemed to have already gotten permission, so he told Zhang Meng the whole thing.

It turned out that Zhang Wei's brother was indeed called "Zhang Meng". "Zhang Meng" was a special scientist of the No. 1 Corps of the Sixth Phase of Huangpu, who was awarded the rank of second lieutenant and temporarily transferred to the battlefield of the Second Northern Expedition because he was good at sniper operations, and served as the commander of the guard company in the staff headquarters of the First Group Army. In order to prevent the Northern Expedition from sending a sniper unit to assassinate a senior officer of the Northern Expeditionary Army, "Zhang Meng" killed a number of Japanese snipers, who were also wounded in the battle, and a bullet remained in his head, and there was no way to operate in China, so he was sent to Hong Kong for treatment.

Just two days ago, Kazuo Sakai, a Japanese ace sniper, came to Hong Kong to avenge his dead brother, and in the hospital he replaced the medicine of "Zhang Meng" in a coma with poison and poisoned him.

"After the young master's accident, the young lady washed her face with tears all day long, but on the day of the young master's accident, you suddenly fell from the roof. When the young lady saw that you looked exactly like the young master, she thought that the young master was alive again, so she ......"

Xiao Zhao was talking, and suddenly saw Zhang Meng's stunned appearance, and suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong with you, young master? Uncomfortable? ”

Zhang Meng waved his hand mechanically, and he was completely dumbfounded at this moment. It's not because Kazuo Sakai killed that "Zhang Meng", or because Zhang Wei regarded him as her brother, but because he heard the news of the Second Northern Expedition of the National Revolutionary Army, and also heard the word Japanese devil that made him sad.

"What year is that—Xiao Zhao?"

"In the seventeenth year of the Republic of China, today is April 14."

When Zhang Meng heard this, he immediately shouted "It's over", and fainted.

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