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In the depths of the cherry blossom forest, there is a unique building, different styles of house courtyards, scattered around a small lake, seemingly random, in fact, it is carefully constructed, ingenuity, crawling with green vine corridors, all kinds of large and small gardens, and courtyards are staggered together, so that in front of each house, you can see laurel trees, cherry blossoms, and bamboo in front of each house. Less than a few steps out of the house, you can enter the woods and flowers, the shadows of the flowers, the hidden paths are everywhere, compared with the crowded deep mansion compounds in the city, the leisure and elegance here is obviously much better. People who first enter the depths of this cherry blossom forest are amazed: what a beautiful villa.

In a small room by the lake, He Yuan has been locked up for two days.

From Changsha was escorted to Wuhan, at the beginning, with Professor Pei Yi from Beijing, and a prisoner surnamed Liu were locked together, He Yuan and Pei Yi had known each other for a long time, this unexpected meeting, both very affectionate, and both had a lot of feelings, two people exchanged information, exchange information, He Yuan learned that the situation in Beijing is also changing three times a day, the people's mood is very warm, because of the developed education, profound cultural heritage, Beijing's universities have become the center of the popular movement, in the struggle against the warlords, for civil rights, teachers and students have been united, acting as a pioneer in every event.

"The separatist rule of the warlords has been spurned by the people of the whole country." He Yuan said with confidence.

Professor Pei was arrested during a student march, and more than 20 people were arrested at that time, but for some reason, he was escorted all the way to Wuhan. He Yuan said with a smile: "Who knows what kind of calculation they are making, escorting me here from Changsha and you from Beijing here, it will not be to let the two of us get together." ”

Two days ago, the two of them were transferred to this small lake, both of them were men with hills and valleys, full of wealth, although they were prisoners, but looking at the chic and elegant scenery here, they could not help but be very poetic, and even began to write poems to each other.

He Yuan groaned:

The lake wants to dye the cinnamon green,

The early cherry blossoms have taken the lead near the water.

The grass is newly blooming and the trees are moving,

Cherry blossoms count the spring of heaven and earth.

Pei Yi applauded and laughed, and said, "I'll have a song with you." ”

Bamboo leaves shine on the window guest house green,

The night rain on the balcony is so crowded.

The lake is wrinkled by the flowers,

When you feel like you're in the spring, you know it's a spring breeze.

He Yuan commented on it and filled in a poem "Sauvignon Blanc":

The lake is light, like a flower, and the green daisy is depicted for a while, and it is long with the day.

Acacia, writing a new chapter, how many branches of tender cherry blossoms are born in the eyes? The moon is not full at the beginning of the building.

The two of them commented on each other, admired the scenery and recited poetry, completely forgetting that they were prisoners. The guards outside the door were puzzled and muttered to each other, "These two people must be complete madmen." ”

The poems were being chanted to the end, and someone came to interrogate He Yuan.

Two soldiers with guns escorted He Yuan to a spacious hall, and walked all the way, He Yuan still admired the beautiful scenery around him, and exclaimed: "The garden villa here must be borrowed from the style of Suzhou, casual and coordinated, not neat, and the pursuit of nature." ”

This hall is also quite chic, with fine bricks paved with moire on the ground, and the wooden lattice pattern of each window lattice is different, which is connected to form a landscape painting. It's just that the room is empty, and there is a table, a few wooden stools, and some bloody ropes and leather whips piled up in the corner, which completely destroy the original scenery in the house.

He Yuan sat on a stool, admiring the pattern of the window lattice. After a while, there was a sound of footsteps, and several officers entered, the first of whom was wearing an overcoat, with his chest held high, with a swaggering appearance and a beard. After entering the house, he looked He Yuan up and down.

For what reason, he was tortured, and there were still scars on his face, and his torn cotton robe was open one after another. The expression is natural and the face is calm. He also looked at the mustachioed officer, searching his mind for previous impressions, guessing who it was.

"What's your name?" The officer spoke.

"He Yuan."

"Do you know what crime you have committed?"

"When I was celebrating the Chinese New Year, I set off a few firecrackers on the street."

The mustache stared at He Yuan, with a cold and arrogant expression on his face, he had long known that this prisoner "insisted on confessing", and he was not surprised by He Yuan's answer. He sat down in a chair behind the table, and the attendants behind him took the coat he wore over his shoulders.

Outside the door of the hall, several more people walked in, led by a man with a fat brain, wearing a military uniform, because his stomach was too big, and he couldn't fasten the button on his chest, so he had to open his shirt to reveal the white shirt inside. This person is Shang Huaiqing, He Yuan recognized him, when he was imprisoned in the Zhang Mansion, Shang Huaiqing once interrogated himself once, and heard others call him "General Shang" at that time.

Shang Huaiqing approached the mustache, and a flattering smile appeared on his oily fat face, "This guy doesn't eat soft and hard, I think he has to give him loose skin and meat." ”

He Yuan looked at the group of officers in front of him, and he suddenly understood that this mustache must be a big man from afar, and he must be an important role in their Anhui department, otherwise Shang Huaiqing would not have shown the appearance of a slave meeting his master. And he was escorted here from Changsha all the way away, so that this big man could be personally interrogated.

So, what are these Anhui guys going to do when they gather in this beautiful villa?

The mustache waved his hand at Shang Huaiqing, staring at He Yuan with his eyes, He Yuan sat quietly on the stool, covered in scars, wilting, and couldn't see any expression, Shang Huaiqing, Lu Daya and others described words like "hard, iron-mouthed and steel-toothed" seemed to be used on this thin and quiet middle-aged man, not too appropriate.

"If," the mustache said to He Yuan slowly, "what do you think of killing you?" ”

"Wronged." He Yuan said.

The mustache waited for He Yuan to continue to say what kind of "wronged" method, but after He Yuan said these two words, he closed his mouth. He had no choice but to continue to ask: "Say, what kind of wrongdoing?" ”

He Yuan raised his head and looked at the mustache, "I set off a few firecrackers, and they will say that I am a rebel, do you say that I am wronged or not?" ”

Shang Huaiqing stood next to him and snorted, and said viciously: "Fart, it is said that you have been caught before, spreading remarks about the chaotic party, inciting the chaotic people to make trouble, what is it not a chaotic party?" The more cunning he is, the more he shows that he is a diehard party member. ”

He Yuan closed his mouth and turned his head to look at the window.

The mustache stared at He Yuan for a while, and continued: "If you confess honestly, I will let you go." If you still resist, kill it. Think about it, what to do. ”

He Yuan has heard such words countless times since he was arrested. This time it came out of the mouth of the mustache, and it was naturally not unusual. He looked at a bunch of large and small officers around the mustache, including Shang Huaiqing, most of them looked vicious, and this mustache was moody, and his eyes revealed a kind of profundity, which was a kind of quality cultivated by being in a high position or being wise. His heart moved, and he played tricks with smart people, and sometimes he would have a chance, which was different from those bastards who only knew torture. (To be continued.) )