Last night, the autumn rain fell all night, and the sound of the rain rustling on the dead leaves and lotus was tight and sparse, and the chill of late autumn accompanied by the autumn rain spread among the streets and alleys of Beiping. When they got up in the morning, the citizens of Beiping found that the muddy streets were covered with withered yellow fallen leaves, and the western mountains in the distance were shrouded in smoke and rain, and they could only see the hazy and vague shadows from afar.

In the alleys and alleys on both sides of Qianmen Street, a strong agitation is spreading, people rush out of the courtyard, running along the alleys, the surging crowd is like thousands of streams flowing into the rushing river, in the blink of an eye, the streets on both sides of Qianmen Street running north-south are crowded with people......

A lot of people came running out of breath and didn't know what was going on, and people were asking each other: "Guys, what's wrong?" ”

"Who knows, when I saw the neighbors running out, they also ran out, and I still inquired here."

A middle-aged citizen said: "I don't know what the matter is, just now we have a 'maintenance association' in our area and the people from the house to inform them that they are asking the neighbors to come to the street, there is something important." ”

The citizens were talking about it, and they couldn't figure out what the Japanese had done[1]

, shocked the old and young masters into the street, what is the disease?

Wen San'er went to Taimiao Houhe with a bird cage at six o'clock in the morning. These days, the injury on the leg of the second master of the grandson has not been good, and the living man's leg is not a pig's knuckle on the meat case, he cut off a large piece of meat for no reason, and he has to recuperate for a while, so he walks the birds every day, feeds the crickets, and feeds the goldfish to Wen San'er. Of course, Wen San'er can't do it in vain, Second Master Sun has to give money, not only is the car free, but he also has to add five cents a day, Wen San'er is not the master who suffers.

Wen San'er carried four bird cages in both hands, throwing them as he walked, and just crossed the front gate archway from north to south, he was squeezed by the surging crowd to the side of the road and couldn't move...... Hi hi hi! I said, man, can you move your ass? Don't pout like that, it doesn't matter if you pout your ass, my bird cage is deflated, do you know how much my pair of yellow birds are worth? Speak out and scare you...... Ouch, which master is this holding my back? You can take it easy, turn around and push me out, I'll have to eat at your house......"

The crowd was restless again, the people standing in the front row retreated one after another, and the people behind them squeezed forward one after another, and someone whispered: "Old and young masters, don't squeeze, don't squeeze, the Japanese are coming, they are all with bayonets, pay attention to you." ”

The person in the back asked, "What's going on?" It's early in the morning, what are the Japanese doing? ”

"Light, it seems to be a prisoner parade on the street, look at this way is to pull the prisoner outside the Yongding Gate and shoot him, ouch, come here, it's a female ......"

Wen San'er stood at the back, with his back against the brick wall of a shop, he tried to stand on tiptoe, stretched his neck and looked forward, and saw that the street was full of police and Japanese military police, and several trucks slowly drove in the middle of the road, and in the middle of the body of the first truck stood a huge wooden door panel, on which there seemed to be a human ...... Wen San'er felt that his eyes were a little blurry, he rubbed his eyes vigorously, and stood on tiptoe to look forward again, but suddenly shivered, his face turned sallow, and cold sweat ran down his forehead......

Yang Qiuping's body was nailed to the door panel with the word "big", and the iron nails used turned out to be the rough and huge square iron nails specially made by the coffin shop to nail the coffin lid. Yang Qiuping's limbs were firmly nailed to the door panel, her head hung low, her long hair hanging down on her chest, and the door panel was splashed with blood that had already coagulated...... There was a cry of horror from the crowd, and a middle-aged woman standing in the front row actually fainted on the spot, and the people around her carried the fainting woman to the back. The crowds on both sides of the street suddenly fell silent, and the people were so shocked by the horror that they took their breath......

Wen San'er finally recognized it, isn't this Yang Qiuping, the eldest lady of Yang Yichen's family? How did she become like this? What happened to this girl? Wen San'er's legs were weak, and he gradually slid down the brick wall and sat down at the base of the wall, not even caring about the bird cage. The yellow birds seemed to be frightened by the tragic scene in front of them, and lay silently in their cages.

Fang Jinglin, who was wearing a police uniform, stood on the street at the east exit of Dashilar, quietly watching the approaching truck, when the truck drove past him, Fang Jinglin's face turned iron-blue, his hands were trembling slightly, he tried to control himself, and glanced at the colleagues who were guarding around him, he found that the faces of the patrol officers also turned gray, and they lowered their heads slightly...... Fang Jinglin knew that this was a group of the most ruthless people, their profession was to use violence to make people submissive, bloodshed and death were commonplace, and it was difficult for anything in the world to arouse their pity, but today, these patrol officers were also shocked by the tragic scene in front of them and lost their normalcy.

Fang Jinglin looked at Yang Qiuping at close range, closed his eyes in pain, he was thinking, oh my God, this is fascism, today I finally saw its essence, it can always push the most cruel atrocities of mankind to the extreme, in the face of such a brutal enemy, our nation has no way to retreat, we must persist in fighting, either victory or destruction.

At the same time, in front of the Qianmen Arrow Tower, the captain of the gendarmerie, Kuroda Nakasa, was interviewed by Lu Zhongyong, editor-in-chief of Xinmin Daily.

Lu Zhongyong's question seems to have a common tone used by Western journalists: "Mr. Kuroda Moriki, since the establishment of the provisional Republic of China, we have taken the promotion of democracy and freedom as our own responsibility, and our people enjoy extensive democracy and freedom. ”

Kuroda used his white-gloved fingers to pick a thread on his military uniform and replied politely: "Mr. Reporter, it doesn't matter if you say that your country is an independent and sovereign country, and the Japanese military fully respects the right of your citizens to freedom of speech. ”

"Your Excellency, we have learned the identity and facts of this female prisoner, as well as the great sacrifices made by the Imperial Japanese Army in assisting our police in apprehending the criminals, and for this reason, I express my condolences to the Imperial Army soldiers who died in this operation."

"Thank you! It was their honor to die for the emperor. ”

"My question is, why is this female prisoner paraded in this way when she has already been sentenced to death? Do you agree with this view, this approach is somewhat ...... Too cruel? Lu Zhongyong carefully considered his words.

Kuroda replied mildly, "Yes, I agree with this view, it is a bit cruel, but it is also a helpless move. Before entering a state of war, human beings always hypocritically covered their faces with a veil of warmth, and once they enter a state of war, human beings will become wild beasts and carry out savage killings under the slogan of national interests. It is an indisputable fact that war means bloodshed and death, and none of us can escape this reality. Personally, I don't like this kind of cruel game, but when someone uses horrific means against us, we have to use the same means to pay back to the enemy. ”

"Your Excellency, some people may ask, even if a person commits a capital crime, the imperial army can sentence him to death in accordance with the laws of wartime, and it seems that there is no need to create such a terrifying impression among the citizens of Peiping."

Kuroda smiled: "As far as I know about your country, the government of your country in the past has liked to parade through the streets before the prisoners are executed, in this way to educate the people on the rule of law and achieve the purpose of deterring the world. And the people of your country also have a tradition of taking to the streets to watch, and it is always true that when thousands of people empty the alleys, it is like a carnival festival, right? The Yamato nation does not have this tradition, and we just respect the customs of your country. Still have questions? Mr. Lu. ”

"Oh, there's no problem, can I put what you just said into the report?"

"Of course, as I said, the Japanese military fully respects the freedom of the press and freedom of speech in your country." Kuroda bowed deeply to Lu Zhongyong.

A sharp pain woke Yang Qiuping from her coma, an unbearable pain came from her penetrated limbs, and her body was already soaked in cold sweat. Yang Qiuping tried to raise her head and vigorously shook off the long hair covering her face, and the people on both sides of the street let out a burst of exclamations: "She is still alive!" ”

Yang Qiuping held back the pain, smiled and nodded to the people on both sides of the street, and there was another uproar in the crowd...... She struggled to identify the buildings on both sides of the street, where was this? This street seems to be very familiar, oh, I remember, this is Qianmen Street, the intersection in front should be Zhushikou, if you turn a few steps to the west, it is the south exit of Coal Market Street, you can go home from here, Yang Qiuping imagined the scene in the courtyard of No. 11 of the Dama Temple...... The south wall is full of "creepers", and the whole wall is dark green. Under the vine trellises in the middle of the yard, the father seems to be sitting on the rattan chair, holding a small clay pot to drink tea to his mouth, next to it are several large tanks for raising goldfish, lotus, and green turtles, the flower beds are planted with dried branches and plums, and there are potted chrysanthemums, and there are gnats and gourds for crickets hanging on the vine trellises, and there are several bird cages hanging on the horizontal poles in the yard, and there are larks, yellow birds, and red children in the cages......

It's a stone's throw away from home, but I'm afraid that I can't go back in this life, Yang Qiuping is a little sad, she wants to shout a few words to the crowd, she wants to say: My motherland, my compatriots, I love you! She opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound, knowing that her vocal cords had been severely damaged, caused by the screams she couldn't help but let out during the torture.

Yang Qiuping's eyes suddenly widened, she found Luo Mengyun in the crowd, Luo Mengyun was wearing a black muslin cheongsam, looking at herself intently, Yang Qiuping clearly remembered that Luo Mengyun never wore black clothes except for attending a Western-style funeral, so to speak, she specially wore a black cheongsam today to see herself off, Yang Qiuping felt heartfelt warm, she smiled and nodded to Luo Mengyun, and sent a signal to her with her eyes: Good sister, good classmate, thank you, everything is in plain sight, take care......

Luo Mengyun, who was standing in the crowd, covered her mouth with her hand suddenly, she couldn't help but burst into tears, she really couldn't control the sadness in her heart, turned around and disappeared into the crowd......

The sharp pain made Yang Qiuping sometimes unconscious and sometimes awake, she hoped that the torture car could drive faster and arrive at the execution ground as soon as possible, what a happy thing it would be to die at such a moment, who in this world can look forward to death with such an urgent heart? At this time, I'm afraid there is only Yang Qiuping.

When she woke up again, she found that the torture cart had come to the west gate of the Temple of Heaven, the west side of this street was the altar of the emperor who prayed for a good harvest, and the east side of the road was the Temple of Heaven where the emperor sacrificed to heaven. Before the war, she and her classmates often went to the forest meadows of the Temple of Heaven and Xiannongtan to study their homework, and played among the centuries-old ancient cypresses, which was the most carefree years of Yang Qiuping's life......

There was a low, muffled sobbing from the crowd on both sides of the street, and the sobs of thousands of people rolled over the gloomy sky like a tsunami, and the sound grew louder and louder, until finally thousands of people broke out into earth-shattering cries......

The citizens of Peking saw off their heroes with tears of grief.

The Japanese gendarmes escorting the torture cars reacted quickly, pulling the bolts of their guns, loading the bullets, and then holding their guns and watching the crowd vigilantly, ready to find the perpetrators in the crowd and arrest them, but the Japanese gendarmes found that they could not arrest thousands of people unless you turned the city of Beiping into a huge prison.

Years later, many people in Peking still remember the scene, and they said that the Chinese policemen who were in charge of guarding the road that day were all bowed and their faces were pale......

With tears in her eyes, Yang Qiuping said goodbye to her father and brothers in Beiping. Suddenly, her gaze rested on the steps of a courtyard on the west side of the road, where a man in a top hat and a long gown held his bag in his arms and put his other hand into it...... Xu Jinge, it's Xu Jinge, Yang Qiuping's eyes widened in surprise, and the pain in her body seemed to have been reduced, she was familiar with Xu Jinge's standing posture, at this time he must be holding a loaded shell gun in his hand, and he maintained a state of drawing the gun and shooting at any time.

Yang Qiuping looked at Xu Jinge intently, and thought silently in her heart: Brother Jinge, thank you for seeing me off, we didn't fall in love for nothing, with you by my side, I don't feel any pain in my body at all, Brother Jin Ge, you understand me, you should know what I'm thinking.

Xu Jinge stood less than 50 meters from Yang Qiuping's torture car, the entrance to an alley, which was in an excellent position to quickly evacuate from the alley in the event of a situation, and this alley connected to the dense cobweb-like alleys around the overpass, was like a labyrinth for the Japanese military police.

Xu Jinge got the news from Fang Jinglin yesterday, he knew that he couldn't rescue Yang Qiuping with his own strength, and the story of robbing the law field under the heavy protection of the enemy could only appear in a novel, don't even think about it, even if the "dark horse" agrees and sends a number of action teams to cooperate, it is impossible to succeed, and the "dark horse" will not cooperate at all, he will not take all the trump cards in his hand for an insignificant woman, otherwise he will not be a "dark horse".

Xu Jinge thought for a long time, and felt that the only thing he could do was to help Yang Qiuping get rid of the pain earlier, and now he finally understood Chen Gongshu, if Chen Gongshu's shot was more accurate at that time, Yang Qiuping would not have endured so much inhuman torture, as an agent, rationality should always come first. His heart was bleeding when he thought of this, killing his beloved with his own hands, and this unbearable pain almost made Xu Jinge crazy.

Xu Jinge felt a shudder, his gaze and Yang Qiuping's gaze suddenly met, the two stared at each other, and in an instant, it seemed that time and space had also frozen...... Yang Qiuping's eyes were full of warmth, she seemed to have guessed Xu Jinge's thoughts, and nodded slightly, as if to say, dear, do it quickly! I don't blame you, I love you...... Two lines of tears rolled down Xu Jinge's cheeks and fell to his chest, he turned the bag in the direction with his left hand, and his right hand stretched out in the bag slammed the trigger of the shell gun, and the gunfire rang out like a bean, and a row of bullets penetrated the leather handbag, flying at high speed over a distance of fifty meters and into Yang Qiuping's chest......

The crowd exploded the camp at once, and there was chaos on both sides of the street, and the Japanese gendarmes escorting the torture car were stunned by the sudden attack, and did not react for a while, Xu Jinge took advantage of the chaos to flash into the alley, and before evacuating, he glanced back, Yang Qiuping lowered her head, and her long hair was flying in the autumn wind......

In the eyes of tears, this scene permanently resides in Xu Jinge's mind, and he will not forget it in this life.

After Xu Jinge got out, he was instructed by the "dark horse" to withdraw to a two-story western-style building in the British Concession in Tianjin, which was the secret stronghold of the Tianjin Station of the Military Command, and Wang Tianmu, the head of the Tianjin Station, arranged a room on the second floor for him, Wang Tianmu said politely: "Brother, if you still need anything, you can tell me at any time." ”

Xu Jinge nodded and said, "Thank you, Stationmaster Wang, I have only one request, don't let anyone bother you these days." ”

"No problem, you have a good rest." Wang Tianmu turned around and walked out of the room and closed the door.

Xu Jinge walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, put his head underneath, and let the cold water rush on his head. At this time, Xu Jinge was hot, as if he was on fire, and he wanted to cool himself down so as to control his emotions. The cold tap water made him sober up a lot, and he looked up to look in the mirror above the faucet to see what had become of him in the past two days, when suddenly, he felt a blockage in his throat and a scorching liquid rushed up, "Poof! A mouthful of blood sprayed on the mirror, and Xu Jinge's body shook and fell to the ground......

In the past, I had only heard that people would vomit blood when they were extremely sad, Xu Jinge always thought it was nonsense, but this time he really saw it. His body is very strong, he doesn't have any organic lesions, and he doesn't suffer any internal injuries, and he actually vomits blood? It's incredible.

Xu Jinge didn't dare to speak out about vomiting blood, he felt ashamed, how could a dignified man be so fragile? Especially in the secret service industry, bloodshed and death are commonplace, and if you don't have the tolerability, you'd better change careers.

Xu Jinge locked himself in the house, did not eat, drink or sleep for three days, no one knew what he had been thinking about these three days, when he walked out of the house three days later, his colleagues found that he had changed his appearance, his black hair had become gray, his eyes were blood-red, his plump cheeks were sunken in, and he was gray-white.

Yang Yichen's family lived in a single courtyard, rarely interacting with the neighboring neighbors, after the fall of Beiping, Yang Yichen lived in a simple place, cut off all contact with the outside world, and lived a very closed life. After Yang Qiuping's mother died, Yang Yichen did not continue the string, he was afraid that he would wronged his daughter, and wanted to wait for his daughter to grow up before considering this issue.

A few days ago, Yang Qiuping went home to visit her father, saying that she was looking for an opportunity to go to the rear with her classmates to continue her studies, and heard that the national ** wanted to establish the Southwest Associated University in Kunming, and many young people in the occupied areas risked crossing the blockade line and went to the rear desperately. Yang Qiuping said that she also wanted to go, but she couldn't rest assured that her father was not at ease. Yang Yichen immediately expressed his support: "You should go, you don't have to think about me, my body is still strong, your grandmother has me to take care of you, you can rest assured to go, this is a good thing, it is better to do something in the rear than to be a slave in Beiping." Ping'er, how is my aunt? ”

"He is very busy with business, but the two of us have already discussed it, and when the time comes, we will go together, and he doesn't want to be a slave to the country."

Yang Yichen loudly agreed: "Good! This is my uncle, who has ambition. ”

Yang Qiuping carefully considered the wording: "Dad, you know, my classmates are in contact with the rear, once the route is arranged, they may leave immediately, and I may not have time to say goodbye to you at that time, you ...... You won't blame me, will you? ”

"No, you are doing a big thing to save the country and save the people, I won't hold you back, you can leave as soon as you have the opportunity, the sooner the better."

Yang Qiuping hugged her father with a look on her face before leaving: "Dad, once I don't go home, it means that I have left, don't worry, take care!" ”

It was the day before Yang Qiuping's assassination.

Luo Mengyun learned from her father Luo Yunxuan that the news of Yang Qiuping's death was already a household name in Beiping, but her father Yang Yichen didn't know that the Yang family's employees and neighbors had concealed Yang Yichen and the old lady to death.

Luo Mengyun hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to visit Yang Yichen, although this move seriously violated the discipline of underground work, but Luo Mengyun couldn't take care of it. She and Yang Qiuping are good friends and old classmates, and the two families are world friends, in any way, she should go once.

Luo Mengyun pretended to take a walk and walked around the No. 11 courtyard of the Dama Temple a few times, and she was sure that there was no one to watch it before she walked up the steps and knocked on the courtyard door.

The Yang family's employer, Wang Ma, came to open the door, and when she saw Luo Mengyun, she panicked and wanted to say something, Luo Mengyun said softly: "Wang Ma, don't worry, I just came to see Uncle Yang, and I won't say anything." ”

Wang Ma nodded, looked back cautiously and said, "The old man is feeding the birds, Miss Luo, you should be careful when you speak." ”

Yang Yichen was standing under the vine trellises to feed the birds, a pair of yellow birds jumped up and down in the cage, very happy, the old man was in a good mood today, and when he saw Luo Mengyun, he greeted loudly: "It's Mengyun, why do you have time to visit the door today, are you looking for me or Ping'er?" ”

Luo Mengyun pretended to be smiling: "Uncle Yang, I'm here to see you, haven't you been here for a long time?" ”

"Come on, come on, sit here, Mom Wang, give Mengyun a cup of tea, Mengyun, how is your dad?" Yang Yichen is worthy of being a famous character, and he is full of anger when he speaks.

"My dad is very good, he always said that now Yanda is a pure land in Beiping, and with Principal Situ Leiden in charge of Yanda, the forces of the Japanese and traitors cannot enter, when it comes to this, my dad is very proud." Luo Mengyun said while teasing the yellow bird in the cage.

"I love to hear this, he always has something he can't afford to provoke, Yan Da has the support of the American principal, and the devil traitor really has to think about it if he wants to go in and make trouble. Mengyun, have you met my Ping'er recently? ”

Luo Mengyun was afraid that he would mention Yang Qiuping, and she didn't know what to say for a while, she said in a panic: "Uncle Yang, I've been ...... recently." The homework is very intense, although Qiu Ping and I are in the same department, but ...... We're not in the same class, I'm ...... I don't seem to be ...... lately Didn't see ......."

"Shh Yang Yichen put his index finger to his mouth, "Be quiet, the wall has ears, Mengyun, you are not an outsider, I will be honest with you, my Ping'er may be gone." ”

"Gone?" Luo Mengyun was shocked, she suspected that Yang Yichen had already known the news of her daughter's death, and the old man's nerves were not normal.

"Uncle Yang, you ...... Say she's gone? ”

Yang Yichen said proudly: "Of course, I am her father, of course Ping'er will tell me where she is going, tell you, Ping'er and a few classmates went to the rear, go well, young people are more ambitious than us old things, so they don't nest in Beiping as slaves of the country." Yo, by the way, Mengyun, why didn't you leave? Did Qiu Ping hide it from you and didn't tell you? Shouldn't that be, aren't you good friends? ”

Luo Mengyun felt that her tears were about to be unstoppable, and she said with difficulty: "I know, Uncle Yang, many of Yan University's classmates are gone, Qiu Ping, and they ...... And I ...... Not a batch, I ...... I'll be leaving soon, Uncle Yang, I'm ...... today It's to say goodbye to you, you...... You have to take care of yourself......" Luo Mengyun finally couldn't help it, and she burst into tears.

Yang Yichen thought that she was here to say goodbye to herself, girls love to cry, this is normal, and she is going to the rear, there are thousands of mountains and rivers in between, and I don't know what year I will come back in the future. He comforted Luo Mengyun: "Girl, don't cry, you are all big, and your wings are hard, you can't always be in front of your parents, you always have to fly out to see the world, don't cry, come, wipe your tears, when you see Ping'er in the rear, let her remember to send a letter to her family, and tell her that as long as my daughter is well, I can bury this old bone anywhere, I don't believe that his little devil can kill all the people of Beiping." ”

Luo Mengyun choked and nodded: "Uncle Yang, I remember, Qiu Ping and I are good friends, we will take care of each other, you ...... Take care of yourself and wait until we get back......"

Yang Yichen lovingly touched Luo Mengyun's head: "Girl, don't worry about us and go boldly, don't worry about us, be careful on the road." ”

Walking out of the Yang family's courtyard, when Luo Mengyun was sure that Yang Yichen did not come out, she couldn't help crying bitterly......

"Mengyun, what's wrong with you?"

Luo Mengyun raised her head and found Fang Jinglin standing in front of her in a police uniform with teary eyes.

After Yang Qiuping was killed, he was very concerned about the movements of Yang Yichen's family, for fear that Yang Yichen would cause big problems when he learned the news of his daughter's tragic death, and at the same time he was also observing whether the enemy continued to monitor the Yang family.

Luo Mengyun was so crying that she couldn't speak, she pointed to the courtyard gate of the Yang family, Fang Jinglin immediately understood, he sighed deeply and said, "Mengyun, it's not appropriate to stay here for a long time, you leave here immediately." ”

Luo Mengyun suddenly felt very helpless in her grief, she wanted to stay with Fang Jinglin for a while to relieve her emotions, she wiped her tears and asked, "Why are you here?" ”

Fang Jinglin looked around vigilantly and replied: "I'm also paying attention to the Yang family to see if there is anything I need help with, I have taken care of the neighbors, don't tell the old man about Yang Qiuping." ”

Luo Mengyun looked at him gratefully, thinking, this man is really careful and kind, he has enough heavy work every day, and he will still put his mind into these things.

"Jinglin, can you talk to me now?" Luo Mengyun asked.

Fang Jinglin said simply: "It's absolutely not okay here, we'll see you at the old place in an hour, I'll help you call a foreign car, and I'll be there later." ”

Fang Jinglin accompanied Luo Mengyun out of the alley, and saw Wen San'er coming with an empty car from a distance, Fang Jinglin called Wen San'er, and helped Luo Mengyun get into the car before turning around and leaving.

Wen San'er pulled Luo Mengyun to trot up, and chatted with Luo Mengyun as she ran: "Miss Luo, do you also know Master Fang?" ”

"yes, we've known each other for a long time, what's wrong?"

"Fang Ye is a good person, if it weren't for Fang Ye, my Wen San'er's life would have been finished long ago, so I rushed to this, Fang Ye is Wen San'er's great benefactor, Fang Ye's business is my business, Miss Luo, I won't charge for the car today." Wen San'er chattered to express his gratitude to the other party, Jinglin.

"How can this be? It's not easy for you to pull a car, how can I sit in a car for nothing? Brother Wen, you haven't told me yet, why is Fang Jinglin your benefactor? Luo Mengyun asked puzzled.

"Hey! It's hard to put it into words, I almost shot people when the devil first entered the city, if it weren't for Master Fang......"

Fang Jinglin arranged the matter at hand, and rushed to Zhongshan Park, the park was deserted, there were few tourists, and he saw Luo Mengyun walking towards him from the gate of the Sheji Altar from a distance.

Luo Mengyun seemed to have just cried bitterly, and the tears on his face hadn't had time to wipe away. Fang Jinglin stepped forward silently, he knew that Yang Qiuping's death made Luo Mengyun extremely sad, after all, they were good friends who grew up together, and Luo Mengyun couldn't get rid of his grief for a while.

Fang Jinglin took out a handkerchief and handed it to her, and whispered softly with warmth: "Mengyun, what's the use of crying?" We should avenge Yang Qiuping. ”

Luo Mengyun was thinking about the tragic situation of Yang Qiuping she saw that day, she was nailed alive on the door panel by a thick iron nail, which was outrageous. Luo Mengyun couldn't imagine how Yang Qiuping survived those tortures, and how much pain she had to endure? Whenever she thought of this, Luo Mengyun couldn't help but tremble, she suddenly felt how helpless and frightened she was as a woman in a cruel war in the face of such a brutal enemy......

Luo Mengyun looked at Fang Jinglin blankly, she suddenly felt that this man could be relied on, he was always as calm as water, so full of rationality. Luo Mengyun felt that she couldn't overcome the weakness that came from a woman's nature, she needed a man's chest to rely on, there was nothing to be ashamed of, she was originally a weak woman, Luo Mengyun couldn't take care of being reserved, threw herself into Fang Jinglin's arms, and cried happily......

Fang Jinglin was not mentally prepared, he was shocked by Luo Mengyun's actions. Since he met Luo Mengyun, Fang Jinglin has always thought that she is a strong Communist Party member and a strong woman, but Luo Mengyun in front of him has actually become a weak and helpless woman, which makes him very surprised, he gently hugged Luo Mengyun, thinking, this is good, this is more like a woman.

Luo Mengyun finally calmed down, and she was embarrassed to break free from Fang Jinglin's embrace: "I'm sorry, Jinglin, I was a little out of shape just now, don't care." ”

Fang Jinglin was a little emotional: "Of course I care, you are not in my heart for a day or two, but...... I don't want to take advantage of people. ”

Luo Mengyun looked at him, with an unprecedented tenderness in his tone: "Why do you think so?" ”

"You said that I'm too bookish and not strong enough......"

Luo Mengyun covered his mouth with his hand: "Jinglin, don't say it, I can only say that I didn't know you well before, you have to forgive me, okay?" ”

Fang Jinglin asked strangely, "What made you change your opinion of me?" ”

"Don't ask, I won't tell you!"

When Luo Mengyun knew that Fang Jinglin had rescued Wen San'er from the guns of the Japanese military police, she was so surprised that she couldn't speak. In her impression, Fang Jinglin is not a strong man, his fair face always shows a bit of weakness, no matter who he talks to, he is always polite, and the bookish anger on his body always forms a strong contrast with the identity of the police, if he does not wear a police uniform, everyone thinks that Fang Jinglin is a teacher. Luo Mengyun couldn't imagine that Fang Jinglin would be so tough and brave under the guns of the Japanese military police, this heroic move was just to save a lowly coachman. Luo Mengyun had to look at Fang Jinglin with admiration, and felt ashamed of his previous misunderstanding of him.

I think so, but Luo Mengyun doesn't plan to tell Fang Jinglin these thoughts, she just wants to tell Fang Jinglin that she agrees to adjust the relationship with Fang Jinglin, and from now on, they are not only comrades, but also lovers.

Wang Tianmu, the head of Tianjin Station, is a native of Northeast China, graduated from the Northeast Lecture and Martial Arts Hall, worked as an instructor at the Baoding Military Academy, and studied in Japan. Later, Dai Li organized the "Group of Ten" and pulled Wang Tianmu in, and Wang Tianmu became Dai Li's most trusted subordinate. At the beginning of 1932, Dai Li, adhering to Chiang Kai-shek's will, established the Tianjin Station, and first thought of Wang Tianmu, so he sent him to enter the Tianjin British Concession under the pseudonym of Zheng Shisong.

Wang Tianmu is a round face, white and fat, has lived in the British Concession for a long time, has developed a foreign problem, likes to drink coffee and eat Western food, usually always wears suits and leather shoes, full of foreign style, looks like a banker, who would have thought that he was actually a veteran agent.

Wang Tianmu is suave, his private life is a mess, the women around him are very diligent, and the way he rewards his subordinates is to introduce women, and whoever has achievements in his work will get a beautiful woman. When Chen Gongshu was transferred, he told Wang Tianmu about Xu Jinge and Yang Qiuping, and asked him to pay attention to Xu Jinge's performance. Wang Tianmu didn't think so, he admired Xu Jinge's talent, and wanted to leave him to work at Tianjin Station, as for Xu Jinge's relationship with Yang Qiuping, Wang Tianmu thought that Xu Jinge was still young, and he was still a little idealistic about the relationship between men and women, and with the increase of experience, Xu Jinge would mature.

When Xu Jinge locked himself in the room and was in pain, Wang Tianmu instructed his subordinates not to disturb him, "People are not grass and trees, how can they be ruthless?" Wang Tianmu said that he understood, but this relationship will always pass, a man has to do big things, he can't be trapped in the relationship, give him a few days to almost do.

Wang Tianmu was wrong, Xu Jinge is not the kind of person who is easily emotional, but once he is emotional, it is earth-shattering, and the nine cows can't pull it back. On the fourth day, Wang Tianmu found a beautiful woman for Xu Jinge and sent it directly into Xu Jinge's room, hoping that the woman could free Xu Jinge from the pain, but Xu Jinge was extremely irritable and kicked the woman out of the room......

Wang Tianmu was very angry and decided to talk to Xu Jinge.

"Brother, your state is not very good, Yang Qiuping is our comrade, and each of us is sad about her sacrifice, but have you thought about it, wars always have to die, how many people have we sacrificed since the 26th year of the Republic of China? Yang Qiuping is just one of them, maybe tomorrow you and I will also sacrifice, we are doing this, you have to understand this. Wang Tianmu said in his heart.

Xu Jinge was silent for a long time before he said a sentence: "No one is afraid of death in this business, but he shouldn't die so miserably......"

Wang Tianmu's eyes narrowed, showing a hint of hideousness: "You should have thought that the torture methods of the Japanese are indeed very powerful, and the consequences once we are captured can be imagined." But have you thought about it, torture is the rule of this industry, our military commanders are not exempt from vulgarity, and it is the same if the Japanese fall into our hands, I once skinned a Japanese agent alive in the interrogation room, and that guy died a miserable death, you may feel a little better when you think about this. ”

"Yang Qiuping said that she is not afraid of death, she is afraid of being captured, she ...... I'm really afraid, I don't even close the insurance of the pistol, for fear that I won't have time to open the insurance to commit suicide in case of emergency, and whatever is terrible will come, and in the end she will be captured and tortured to death. This is probably fate, if I knew this, I wouldn't have let her participate in the action. Xu Jinge looked at the ceiling and muttered to himself.

"Brother, listen to my advice, women have ......"

Xu Jinge said stubbornly: "But there is only one Yang Qiuping, she is dead, and there will be no woman in this world from now on." ”

"But you always have to work, and you can't be depressed because of this, it's not like you. Say, how can you get back to shape? Wang Tianmu was a little anxious.

"Give me a few days off, I want to go back to Beiping, okay?"

"Well, tell me your reasoning."

Xu Jinge was murderous: "Kill Heitian and avenge Yang Qiuping!" ”

"Brother, I'm afraid it's impossible." Wang Tianmu turned around and walked out of the room.

A few days later, Dai Li's telegram arrived, ordering Xu Jinge to leave Beiping Station and report to Wuhan, where an unprecedented battle was underway, which began on the outskirts of Wuhan in early June, with more than 350,000 Japanese troops engaged in the battle in Wuhan and 130 divisions or about 1 million Chinese troops participating in the war. The entire war began along the Yangtze River and expanded to the foothills of the Dabie Mountains, the Nanxun Railway in northern Jiangxi and the suburbs of Wuhan, stretching for thousands of miles. The length of the battle, the number of troops involved, and the scale of the battle were incomparable with any other battle during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, and it was also one of the largest battles in China's modern military history.

Xu Jinge obeyed the order, he was eager to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy bloodily, he should have been an army officer, if it weren't for the trick of fate, Xu Jinge might now be the major battalion commander of the field army, with hundreds of brothers under his command.

Fang Jinglin and Luo Mengyun's affairs were also put on hold, because Luo Mengyun received instructions from her superiors to evacuate Beiping at the end of November and prepare for a long journey. Fang Jinglin and Luo Mengyun both guessed that the destination of this trip was likely to be Yan'an.

Since the last conversation between the two in Zhongshan Park, Luo Mengyun has developed a sense of attachment to Fang Jinglin, and she found that Fang Jinglin is an emotional, delicate and romantic person in his bones, and such a person is rare among party comrades. Although Luo Mengyun and some comrades from workers and peasants can get along in harmony, they do not have a common language after all, and although she works hard and takes the initiative to establish good relations with these comrades, the differences brought about by culture and background cannot be eliminated. Only talking to Fang Jinglin can bring pleasure to himself, he has read a lot of books, and has the ability to think independently, and the purpose of his participation in the revolution is very clear, it is to find the truth, to find a way to save the country and the people, and to build a just and free society, which is not at the same level as some people who participate in the revolution because of livelihood problems. To be sure, Luo Mengyun prefers this kind of idealist, like the Decembrists in Russia, who do not rebel against tyranny out of their own class interests.

Luo Mengyun decided to make further contact with Fang Jinglin in order to get to know this man well, she is now full of love for Fang Jinglin.

Unexpectedly, things have not started but are about to end, the instructions of the superior made Luo Mengyun feel very sudden, she found that she was still very nostalgic for Beiping, after all, she was born here, Beiping has her parents, relatives, friends and classmates, and what makes her even more difficult to part with is that Fang Jinglin......

The day before leaving, the two met again in Zhongshan Park, this time not for work, but for a purely private meeting, which was also a serious violation of the discipline of underground work, but these two young people, who were not too young in the party, could not care about the constraints of discipline.

Luo Mengyun lightly held Fang Jinglin's arm, and the two walked side by side, silent.

Luo Mengyun's heart was full of melancholy, she didn't know what to say, and was silent for a long time before she asked lightly: "Jinglin, why don't you speak?" ”

Fang Jinglin replied and whispered: "This past year, it should be a good day and a good time." Even though there are thousands of styles, who can you talk to? ”

Luo Mengyun's eyes suddenly welled up with tears: "Jinglin, don't say that, I'll come back......"

Fang Jinglin looked up at the sky and said: "Mengyun, I know very well in my heart that we are all small people, and no one can control our own destiny, not to mention that this is a time of war. ”

Luo Mengyun made up his mind: "Jinglin, I have a request. ”

"Say!"

Luo Mengyun plucked up the courage and said, "You wait for me, wait for me to come back, in the meantime...... Don't associate with other women......"

Fang Jinglin looked at Luo Mengyun quietly: "If I sacrifice......

Luo Mengyun covered his mouth and said first: "If I am sacrificed, please find my grave and put two roses in front of the tomb, you should remember, one is yellow and the other is red." ”

"Oh, do you remember the story of the Fountain of Tears?"

"How can you forget? I've been concerned about you since that day, Jinglin, you promise me, okay? ”

Fang Jinglin nodded: "I promise, including those two roses." ”

Luo Mengyun softly recited Pushkin's poem: "The fountain of love, the fountain of eternal life!" I have two roses for you. I love your incessant whispers and poetic tears......"

"Oh, you've finished reading 'The Fountain of Tears of Bakhchisaray'?"

"I'm almost remorseful, it's beautiful."

Fang Jinglin smiled and said: "The artistic conception of the poem and the atmosphere of the war are simply at odds with each other, you have to be cautious when you get there, little Bourgeois's ** tone is to be criticized, you must learn to protect yourself, and you must pay special attention." ”

"Got it, Jinglin, there's one more thing ......" Luo Mengyun lowered his head and said in a huff.

"Say it."

"I'm kind of ...... It's a little hard to say, but I'm leaving tomorrow, and if I don't say anything...... There's no chance...... I'll say it anyway......"

"Mengyun, what the hell are you going to say?"

"I want you to ...... Kiss me ......" Luo Mengyun's face burned red.

Fang Jinglin woke up like a dream, he hugged Luo Mengyun in his arms, Luo Mengyun's warm lips had already come up, the lips of the two were glued together, and the surrounding scenery seemed to rotate......

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Out of the "moth" is the Beijing dialect of the meaning of tricks.