The little white face left, with a hint of humiliation and fear, or I don't know where to go to comfort his wounded heart, in the cold wind, the thin figure, the car with a deflated buttocks, it looks like a loneliness.

Yang Feng hummed a song and leisurely began his nostalgic journey to Old Beiping.

In front of the Tsinghua Gate behind him, a skinny old foreign devil was looking at his back intently.

"Lucas, this friend you introduced is really different, riding an electric tricycle made of expensive aviation aluminum alloy and plastic, using a gas stove that can only be seen in China's upper class, to sell cheap pancakes, I wonder if he has calculated how many pancakes he has to sell to make his investment." He said with interest to the beast beside him.

The beast carried the wine bottle and leaned lazily against the wall, staring obscenely at the passing schoolgirl.

Yang Feng didn't know that he had been treated as a pig and a tiger, and he was a wealthy man in the game, in fact, he was beating his chest because he had too little ocean in his pocket.

Business opportunities everywhere! Not to mention the cheap antiques that made him want to rush in and grab them when he looked at them, but a few Wang Ba carried by a buddy on the side of the road made him salivate.

"Big brother, can't you sell it?" The thing stopped and drooled and asked.

The man was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "It's not a good thing to fish in the river, if my brother really wants it, just give a dollar." ”

Yang Feng didn't hesitate to take out a piece of ocean and throw it to him.

None of the four kings is less than three catties, and such a big wild kings are more than two hundred pounds, take them back and raise them for a few days, and carry them when they leave.

Yang Feng was carrying Wang Ba proudly, and suddenly noticed something unusual, feeling that there were several very unfriendly eyes focusing on him, and he subconsciously raised his head.

Yesterday, the two Northeast Army were standing in the middle of the road in front of them with their arms crossed, looking at him with malicious intentions.

"Brothers, meet again!" Yang Feng said with a smile on his face.

On the opposite side, a big man about thirty years old smiled and said to his middle finger: "Brother, explain what this means?" ”

"It's nothing, I see that you don't have the ability to fight the Japanese, but it's quite energetic to beat your own compatriots, so I give you encouragement!" Yang Feng said with a smile.

The big man's face turned red, he didn't hit people in the face, and he didn't expose his shortcomings when he scolded people, not to mention that he was exposing his face.

"Then I have to thank you! Our brothers don't have anything to say, how about loosening your muscles? The big man said in annoyance, and walked slowly over with his companion next to him, fingers crossed.

Yang Feng hurriedly wanted to turn around, but found that there were still three Northeast Army troops behind, although they did not move forward, they smiled and blocked the retreat.

"You forced me to do this!" Yang Feng sighed helplessly, reached out and took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and then poked the screen a few times.

"My home is on the Songhua River in Northeast China,

There are forest coal mines,

And the soybean sorghum that spreads all over the mountains.

My home is on the Songhua River in Northeast China,

There are my compatriots,

And the aging daddy.

Ninety-one-eight, ninety-one-eight,

From that miserable time,

Ninety-one-eight, ninety-one-eight,

From that miserable time,

Separated from my homeland,

Abandon the endless treasure,

Wandering, wandering!

Wandering in the Kannai all day!

What year, what month, can I return to my lovely hometown!

What year, what month, can the endless treasure be recovered!

Daddy, Daddy,

when

to get together! ”

In the speaker of the mobile phone, the mournful singing sounded in the silent street, and before the singing was finished, there was already a cry, the soldiers of the Northeast Army, the fleeing refugees, and even the infected passers-by, no one was crying bitterly.

"300,000 people are disarmed, and none of them are men!" With a sad sigh, Yang Feng rode a tricycle past the two Northeast Army soldiers who fell to their knees crying, and then walked away.

Not far behind him, a general of the Northeast Army wearing the rank of major general knelt on his knees facing the northeast and couldn't make a sound.

This song is an unsolvable killer for the Northeast Army in the wandering pass, especially in 1932, when this song has not yet appeared.

To put it bluntly, Zhang Xiaomuzi was actually forced by this song to launch the Xi'an Incident, what else is for the country, for the nation, it is all nonsense, when the 160,000 Northeast Army sings this song in unison, as long as you are not a fool, you understand what it means, if he doesn't take action, then there is only one result waiting for him, a large-scale mutiny!

Yang Feng walked leisurely, not caring at all about what a big bomb he had detonated, although he had only heard it once, but this song on the Songhua River was too straightforward to pierce people's hearts, and at least one-third of the people who had heard it remembered it completely.

That same night, in the barracks of the Northeast Army, among the refugees who slept on the streets in the cold wind, among the students in exile in Guannai, and even in the homes of some officers of the Northeast Army, the song spread like a plague.

For Zhang Xiaomaozi on the big couch of the Shuncheng County Palace, this is indeed a plague.

"If you are ignorant as a soldier, are you also ignorant? Fight back to the Northeast, what will we take to fight back to the Northeast? Can we beat the Japanese?

Airplanes, tanks, warships, what do we have? With the rifle in your hand, you can fight back to the Northeast? He yelled hysterically at Wang Yizhe, who was kneeling in front of him.

"This is incitement with ulterior motives, I know that this must have been made up by those people in Nanjing, they are dividing our army! Let's fight the Japanese, and they will be happy when we run out! He roared weakly, coughing.

At this time, Miss Zhao Si, who was on the side, quietly glanced at Wang Yizhe and signaled him to retreat first.

"Well, it's just a song! It's not a big deal, Ding Fang is also impulsive, don't be angry. After Wang Yizhe left, she said gently.

"The Japanese forced me, Nanjing forced me, and now their own people are also forcing me, do they have to force me to death?" Zhang Xiaomao burst into tears, arched into her arms, feeling the familiar body temperature, and then slowly calmed down.

"Go back, what shall we take back? Will the fathers and villagers who have returned to the Northeast still recognize us? He said sadly.

The culprit was pleasant, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, the tricycle drove briskly, and from time to time there was laughter like silver bells behind him.

Xin'er wanted to invite him to dinner, eat at the famous Liuguo Hotel, and take his tricycle, and now he was huddled in the back compartment with Yang Jing and whispered something to the road.

Behind the tricycle, a black Mercedes followed.

"Sweet honey, I smile sweetly, like flowers blooming in the spring breeze......" Yang Feng's singing voice echoed in the wind.

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