"Old Liu, let's have a bowl of soy milk."

Early in the morning, the sun will not rise, the east is bright, the west is still dark, a few rickshaw drivers wearing straw hats sit on Lao Liutou's stall, one of them asked for a bowl of soy milk, will drink.

The market is quiet.

Every house has a sun flag.

There is also a side on Lao Liutou's stall, but he refuses to look at it, and every time he looks back, his heart is bubbling with sour water.

Disgusting!

Bah!

Opposite is the Yanping patrol house.

Inside and outside the patrol room, step by step, step by post, step by post, Japanese soldiers patrolled back and forth, and the whole street was full of Japanese soldiers.

Old Liu Tou's eyes glanced in the direction of the lobby of the patrol room, lowered his head, and felt very uncomfortable.

The entire patrol room has been occupied by the Japanese army, and there are 100 reporters from all over the world, and there are actually quite a few Chinese reporters.

The big traitor Pan Yu led a group of traitors.

Just a few hours ago, Pan Yu ordered all the patrols in the patrol room to change into black clothes, and said that the dynasty had changed, and the previous clothes, shoes and hats were all obscure and could not be worn, and they had to be replaced with new ones.

The patrol Xiao Sun only let Pan Yu shoot to death just because he said two unpleasant words, and now the body is still thrown in the back alley.

These traitors!

Cut off the goods of children and grandchildren!

Old Liu Touer remembers his little grandson, who eats and drinks at his stall on weekdays, and loves to keep accounts, and owes debts, but his heart is not bad.

Last year, a group of little hooligans bullied his daughter, and Xiao Sun cleaned up the people without saying a word, and cleaned them up cleanly, leaving no trouble, and since then those little hooligans have never appeared in front of him again.

Lao Liu Tou didn't say that Xiao Sun was a good person, but compared with the goods in front of him, Xiao Sun was also a good man.

He only dared to curse a few words in secret, and he didn't dare not hang the plaster flag, and he didn't dare to rush up and fight hard when he met the Japanese.

The little people can't even stay at home and not go out of the stall.

The mother-in-law's medicine money, the daughter's dowry, his son and daughter-in-law died in battle, leaving him with four mouths to be fed, wanting to fill the belly of his four grandsons, how can he do it without working?

He also has this kind of craft, earning a hard-earned money, and he can't delay it for a day, otherwise he won't be able to eat.

Lao Liu Tou was afraid of those Japanese soldiers, and he was very afraid, but now in this world, no matter how much he hates, no matter how afraid, the days will still pass.

Live one day, count it as one day.

Where can you flee to?

"Ahem."

As soon as Lao Liu Tou looked up, he saw the little girl sitting in front of the stall coughing twice.

The girl was pretty, and though she had cut her hair short, and wore a hat, and was dressed inconspicuously, she looked like a child, but her appearance was there, and when she looked closely, she could see that her eyebrows were delicate, and he saw that the child was good-looking, and thin, and that there seemed to be a little sickness on her face, and he could not help but feel some pity.

"Girl, go home soon after eating, you look like you, you are in trouble."

Yang Yuying smiled: "Got it, uncle." ”

She put down the money, stood up, took out a handkerchief from her pocket, thought about it, took out a pen and wrote a prescription on the prescription, and handed it to Lao Liu.

"Uncle, there is a patient in your family, I can smell the smell of medicine on your body, is it that you always cough as soon as you arrive in Dongchun, cough badly, and you can't stop?"

Old Liu was stunned for a moment, and was surprised: "But no, the girl is a doctor?" ”

Yang Yuying didn't say she wasn't, although she did.

"I'll give you a prescription, uncle, you take it to the Huimin Pharmacy in the east of Yanping and let people see if it's right or not."

Yang Yuying said softly, "I haven't seen the patient, you must let the doctor see it, if people say that it is right, take three pills and take it, and if you eat it, you will not be able to break the root." ”

Lao Liu Tou responded again and again.

Yang Yuying got up and left.

She felt that this prescription was inseparable.

It is a coincidence, the smell of medicine on Lao Liu's body, she has smelled it, Li Daochang has an old patient who has a cough disease, and that prescription to treat this disease is a prescription in the theory of typhoid fever and miscellaneous diseases, and many doctors use it.

Li Daochang spent half a year adjusting the prescription and summed up a prescription, the medicine was mild and cheap, and the effect was fast, when Yang Yuying was watching Li Daochang and Lin Jianzhu discuss in the Taoist temple, and he inadvertently remembered it.

With her current memory, she will not be wrong if she remembers it, and she will not forget, but in the end, she still needs to be seen by a serious doctor.

Yang Yuying moved her stiff waist, it was just August, but she felt cold.

Yan Pingcheng also seemed unspirited.

The fallen leaves are withered and yellow, and when you open your mouth and exhale a breath, the breath is also bitter, and it enters the heart and lungs, and the heart is cold, and the lungs are cold.

"Ahem."

Yang Yuying took out her press card from her sleeve and walked into the lobby of the patrol room in a proper manner.

There were already a lot of reporters there, and the atmosphere was a little dreary when Chinese reporters gathered.

Yang Yuying's eyes turned around the bodies of the Japanese guards on the left and right, and she looked around a few times casually, and heard a sound of footsteps in her ears.

Pan Yu is here.

Pan Yu used to be the chief of government affairs next to Song Qing and Song Commander, and his identity is very remarkable, it is said that the Pan family and the Song family are world friends, Pan Yu and Song Qing have known each other since childhood, and the relationship is very close.

Yang Yuying checked the people around Song Qing, and the traitor who leaked information during the war must be him.

At the Nanyuan position that day, the bones of the young soldiers of Bai Yu were still growing on their hearts, and they had not yet formed scars.

At the front desk, someone handed out various picture albums to promote Sino-Japanese friendship.

Everyone is saying that Japan has been seeking peace, and it is only because the Chinese soldiers fired the first shot, harming the Japanese nationals, for the safety of the overseas Chinese, and for the sake of the future of peace between China and Japan, that the Japanese army entered Yanping City.

Everyone was silent.

After a round of publicity, Pan Yu arrived, he looked quite Sven, dressed up Sven, pale gown, wearing sunglasses on his face, came quietly, sat down quietly, and did not whitewash the peace like others.

“…… You are all friends, there is no need to talk about the past, the past is like yesterday's death, today is today's birth. If you are willing to be a traitor, stay in Yanping, I, Pan Yu, protect him, and if you don't want to be a traitor, be careful. ”

The audience was in an uproar.

Crunch, squeak, squeak.

Yang Yuying suddenly reached out and pressed the hand of the bespectacled little reporter next to her, snatching the camera back from his hand.

Wang Bi's fingers hurt, and he didn't regain the camera with all his strength.

He turned his head suddenly, just met Yang Yuying's extremely cold eyebrows, and was suddenly startled: "Mr. Lin? ”

After saying a word, he lowered his voice and lowered his head.

Yang Yuying said softly: "Pan Yu is wearing the most advanced bulletproof suit in the United States, you can't kill him with this thing, don't bother the brother who let you in." ”

Wang Bi trembled. Out of the corner of his eye, he unconsciously glanced at the black-clothed patrol not far from Pan Yu's side.

Yang Yuying's face looked a little cold.

Wang Bi's heart was full of emotions and he was at a loss for a while.

"Huh?"

"What's that?"

Suddenly there was chaos outside.

In the agitation, countless Japanese soldiers and the guards around Pan Yu rushed over to surround Pan Yu and other traitors, looking vigilant.

Outside the door, there was an uproar, many pedestrians stopped, and ordinary people sneaked out of the windows and the cracks in the doors.

On the high wall outside the door of the patrol room, on the wall of the restaurant opposite, a light appeared in front of the closed teahouse and restaurant at the same time.

"It's a telegram from the Japanese garrison headquarters!"

"Also, what is this...... Manchurian Archives? ”

There are not a few people in Yanping City who have watched the movie.

Reacted instantly, this should be a movie. It's just that it's not dynamic, and countless photos are magnified in the light. One by one, it is constantly changing.

Ordinary people still can't understand it, but many courageous literati have a sudden change in their expressions, fear, and anger.

A number of people gathered together and whispered.

One by one, the photos are densely packed with top-secret content.

For example, the imperial decree of Japanese colonial aggression, the secret decree of the Japanese minister, various plans, especially the telegrams before the Wanping incident.

In the telegram of the garrison army headquarters, it was clearly written: 'Don't miss the opportunity! These are the four big words.

At this time, the Japanese newspapers and many newspapers in North China were preaching the righteousness of their Japanese march.

Every word in the newspaper is full of irony in the eyes of the Chinese.

And now, when compared with the photos on the wall, the ugly face of the aggressor is revealed.

At this moment, there was chaos inside and outside the patrol room.

The officers and men of the Japanese patrol moved when they heard this.

The reporters inside hurriedly ran out, even the guards blocking the door couldn't stop him, Yang Yuying tightly held the arm of Wang Bi, who was holding the little glasses, dragging him all the way, and got out of the crowd in three or two to go around to the alley behind the gate of the patrol room, and then pushed him and said in a low voice: "Go separately." ”

Wang Bi's footsteps stopped, the person had not left, he looked over, and just saw Pan Yu being surrounded by people coming out of the back door, with great hatred in his heart, the whole person instinctively pounced forward, his arm was heavy, and he didn't pounce out, he suddenly came back to his senses, lowered his voice and said angrily: "Pan Yu is a brute!" I'm going to kill him! ”

Even if it's death!

He's going to kill this beast too!

Of course, Wang Bi knew Yang Yuying, he had listened to Mr. Lin's class at Yanping University, and he respected this gentleman very much.

It's just that Mr. has changed a lot, and he is not as radiant as he was back then, and he didn't recognize it when he first saw it......

Speaking of which, he still has something to hide from Mr. Lin, and he feels guilty about it, but now is far from the time to talk about these idle things.

Wang Bi's eyes were about to crack, and he suddenly broke free of Yang Yuying's hand, only to hear a boom.

Pan Yu's car exploded and burst into flames.

Wang Bi's ears buzzed, and when he looked up, he saw a cloud of fireworks exploding in the sky - 'Death to being a traitor!' ’

Blood-red characters tumbled over Yanping City.

Wang Bi was stunned, stumbled into the alley with the people, and looked back again, Mr. Lin was nowhere to be seen.

At this moment, in the Liuye Hutong next to the Yanping patrol house, in a small private house, two middle-aged men looked at each other.

They could faintly hear the commotion outside the door.

The Japanese are searching from house to house.

"Lao Luo, did it by the people of our hoe team?"

Luo Minsheng hugged the tea jar and glared at the old man Guo Kui.

Ask him, who does he ask?

Luo Minsheng originally wanted to find out which heroes did such a happy thing, but then the whole of North China was in chaos, traitors were killed from time to time, people from all walks of life revolted, the east made trouble in the west, and they were also sent a number of tasks, and they couldn't care about it for a while.

Five days later.

Luo Minsheng took a rickshaw all the way back to the alley, and as soon as he arrived at the entrance of the alley, the young man selling cigarettes passed by, so he casually stuffed him with a box of cigarettes.

Four words were written on the cigarette skin - 'Stronghold exposed.' ’

Luo Minsheng returned to the house unhurriedly.

That night, when the traitors from the patrol house rushed into the house to arrest people, there was only a cold room and the residue of a charcoal basin left.

Three months later

Star City

Yang Yuying, dressed in a formal Mao suit, stood in a makeshift classroom and gave a lecture on the podium.

The windows in the classroom are bright and clean.

Inside, out, and outside were packed with students.

Most of these students came out of Yanping City, and they traveled all the way, thousands of miles, but their homework was not left behind.

The students were all engrossed and energetic, and the cold wind outside the window and the suffering and torture of months of wandering could not stop their enthusiasm for studying.

Outside the door, Mr. Zhu looked kind, and smiled with his old companions: "What is suffering? No matter how big the material loss is, it doesn't matter, it's a rush all the way...... The spirit is endless. ”

After a class, Yang Yuying came out with her bags to say goodbye to Mr. Zhu.

Mr. Zhu looked at her and sighed.

I haven't seen her for a while, and the once young and beautiful little girl is covered with dust and frost, and even her sideburns have gray hair.

"If you stay in the school to teach and train the students, it will be a great merit, and the future of our country will be in you."

Yang Yuying smiled: "I will build planes in the future." ”

Mr. Zhu was stunned: "That's fine." ”

It would also be excellent if Huaguo had its own plane.

Half a year later

Huacheng No. 1 Aircraft Factory.

The first rays of light in the morning lit up, and Uncle Sun and his granddaughter, who were watching the boiler, went out with a broom, and stumbled under their feet.

"What people!"

Uncle Sun's eyes are not good, but his skills are not bad, the fifty-year-old man is more energetic than the ordinary twenty or thirty weak scholars, grabbing his hands down, picking up the person, and taking a closer look, "Senior engineer, why are you here?" ”

Engineer Gao Yu pressed his glasses, and before he could speak, he jumped up when he heard the ringing of the jingling bell, rushed over and grabbed the black bag on a person's car, turned around and ran.

The other party was so frightened that he almost shot, but fortunately, he recognized it in time and did not cause a tragedy.

The other two engineers happened to arrive at the door, and they hadn't eaten yet, and when they saw the posture of the senior engineer, they immediately smiled and said, "I don't think I want to have a holiday this month." ”

"Speaking of which, why didn't the mysterious person who gave us the information come to work in our factory? With his ability, it doesn't matter how high the treatment is, as long as he comes, our factory will definitely worship people as bodhisattvas. ”

"Shh

Another engineer said mysteriously, "Didn't my uncle work as an errand in that Hades department?" He told me that the identity of this mysterious person was top secret, that she was codenamed Fireworks, and that she was now the number one person on the Japanese army's wanted list. ”

"Fireworks?"

This Deng Shi was startled and kept silent, but there was a bright star in front of him.

"That Shencheng's famous king of intelligence?"

It is said that on the special intelligence front, secrecy is the first priority, and every soldier who walks in the shadows rarely makes a statement, but this firework is an exception.

I heard that many generals of the Japanese army suspected that Fireworks was a ghost, and some people said that she had clairvoyance, good ears, proficient in spells, and an enemy wing, and I heard that every morning the commander led her to visit the shrine and pray that the gods would bless them from 'fireworks'.

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