When I returned to the Central Hotel, it was already seven o'clock in the evening. Thinking that nothing would happen again, he sent the jeep back to the council. From the 21st, it was borrowed for two days, and the expiration date.

Just after sending the jeep away, I suddenly remembered that tomorrow was the week, so I might as well take this opportunity to invite some friends to visit Xuanwu Lake. Nai Chao once went to swim the day before yesterday, and it was said that the lake was cool and the scenery was very good, so it moved my interest.

None of my friends have a phone in the place where they live, and I have to inform me tonight if I visit the lake tomorrow. What should I do if I don't have a car? We had no choice but to go to the nearest Meiyuan New Village and temporarily borrow the car of the CPC delegation.

The delegation also had a jeep, which was borrowed from Marshall. We borrowed it, and first went to Xincai Market to visit Hou Wailu, who lived the farthest place. Then I will go back and make an appointment with Jinghua, Ark, and Xijia.

Nai Chao and I only wore shirts and suit pants, and the driver comrades also wore casual clothes. When our car turned north on Zhongshan Road, we were warned and the driver stopped. It turned out to be an American gendarme in a jeep chasing us.

The driver showed him the license, and we explained the reason, and he made it a little difficult and left. We continued our journey.

The residence of the outer house is No. 7 Xincai Market. When I arrived at the new vegetable market, I couldn't find the No. 7 house number. I asked the police standing guard on the street, but the police didn't know. He just said: There are a lot of people who come to ask for the number seven, but they really don't know where to go.

It is the place where the railway and the street in Beijing cross, and it also happens to be a station entrance. We got out of the car and split up to look for it. I walked west along the railway line, and under the route was a strip of vegetable ground, separated by a slum. I don't think it's going to be here, so I'm going to ask, but unexpectedly, I asked. Right in the slums, a little further away there is a taller house, which is Number Seven.

I turned around and beckoned Nachao to walk along the edge of the railroad track. I climbed over the fence of thistles and walked into the vegetable field, and the filth was very thick. I walked in front of the higher house, and sure enough, it was No. 7, and it was indeed the residence of the outer house. My mood darkened. We are victorious now, and we have returned the capital, but isn't this even more difficult than when we were in exile in Chongqing?

The outer house came out to welcome us and entered his apartment. It's a bit like a guest room in a chicken feather shop, with the window facing the vegetable patch outside, less than 10 meters away from the railway. This is the study of the outer house. To put it elegantly, it is indeed a "Kaixuan noodle garden". Compared with Li Jizhi's torn sanitary clothes, there is no doubt that it is more glorious.

- It was not easy to find such a place to live. The Sino-Soviet Cultural Association has not yet found a place to work! Wailu didn't mind saying this.

I heard that the situation is difficult and the affairs are tricky, and the president and vice president of the Sino-Soviet Literary and Cultural Association are a little negative. Chen Lifu, another vice president, has always been indifferent, but once said that he intends to actively intervene. This is interesting: Chen Lifu is so bold that he is not afraid that people will say that he is pro-Soviet.

We made an appointment with the outer house, and he kept sending us to the station, and we got on the train again. This time, I was going to the Xinghua Hotel to find Cao Jinghua.

When it was really back, I ran into the American military police near the drum tower. This time, Master Meixian is two more advanced people. Nai Chao and I couldn't speak English, so I got out of the car and explained it to them in many ways. At the time when it was difficult to solve, unfortunately another gendarmerie car came, and the gendarme who had just intervened with us was sitting in the car, and there were two other female soldiers. They also parked their cars. When the gendarme saw us clearly, he said: "I have just intervened, and I told them to stop in the street and wait for me." In this way, one of the two more senior people could not help but give an order for our driver to follow the gendarmerie car. A female soldier then jumped into our car and told the driver to sit in the back of the car, and she grabbed the roulette wheel and drove herself.

In this way, the driver became a prisoner, and we were disarmed. I'm a little bit less convinced that we're in Nanjing, the capital of China, but in Manila, the capital of the Philippines. We comforted the driver and asked him to go back to the Zhou Mansion and ask someone to rescue him.

The two of us stateless expatriates had to walk on the road. Fortunately, it was not far from Xinghua Hotel, and Jinghua was quickly found. It has been almost two months since Jinghua came to Nanjing, and he has been living in a hotel, and he shouts that he can't bear it. His wife even said: It's better to simply go back to Chongqing.

We told them about the disaster. Jinghua said: This kind of thing happens from time to time, and probably those M.P. suspected that the driver had stolen the jeep to do business, and it was not very serious, and he would be released after explaining it. We were relieved and wanted to take the tricycle back to the hotel. Jinghua advised us that it was better to take a bus in Beijing, which was economical and fast.

I really should thank the old men of the United States and the Constitution, so that we can get a chance to appreciate the taste of Beijing buses. When we got on the train at the Tsuyo-an station, we unexpectedly met Yak and Siga again, who were about to take the train to the hotel to see us. From Wuliangan to Guofu Station, the ticket is 200 yuan, which is indeed very cheap. But the passengers on the bus were crowded, exactly like the refugee van, and even the front of the car was full of people.