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From the first photo, there is a man standing at the far end of the pontoon, but his posture is blurred, and it is impossible to describe him in more detail.

I pushed the first photo away, and immediately saw the man at the far end of the pontoon enlarged.

Judging from where the photographer was standing, he had already walked to the middle of the pontoon with his camera in his hand, so he was able to get a picture of the man as clearly as he could.

I only glanced at it, and with a thrill in my heart, I stood up with a thud and nearly kicked the table over.

Bing'er was very calm, and said lightly: "I'm afraid that you will be surprised when you see this first, so I put it below." Your reaction is normal, and the horror in my heart when I first saw you in the ghost market was exactly the same as you are now. ”

At this moment, I was listening to Bing'er in my ears, but there was a sentence ringing in my head - "Impossible, impossible, impossible......"

I think it's really "impossible" because the person in the picture standing at the far end of the pontoon bridge — just, yes, me.

Bing'er stretched out her slender fingers, pinched the corner of the photo, and held it in front of her face so that I could see it more clearly.

The man was wearing a gray lint robe that was often worn by civilians in Jinan in winter before the liberation, with a black cloth belt tied around his waist, and a pair of short-barreled leather shoes under his feet.

As recorded in the booklet, he stretched out his left arm, holding a large mirror, and his right arm hanging down, carrying a red-tasseled ghost-headed knife diagonally.

The snow had accumulated an inch above his head, shoulders, and on his shoes, and it looked like he had been standing for a long time, but he was still steady and could stand motionless for longer.

The pontoon bridge has been built, and the next step is to cross the river with a large army of Japanese invaders. He stood there alone, with a mirror, and a knife, which was tantamount to a mantis arm as a car.

Strictly speaking, he is not me, but has a face that resembles me to the extreme. If we were to wear the same outfit, we wouldn't be able to tell whether it was me or him.

"It's strange, in those days, where did he get such a huge mirror? What's more, there was no car on the snow, how did he transport the mirror? It was more useful to transport the mirror there than to transport a cannon or a heavy machine gun......" Bing'er muttered.

Artillery and heavy machine guns are invincible hegemons in war, try to calculate, if Chairman Han's army can be equipped with one or two hundred heavy machine guns and scientifically build heavy machine gun positions on the south bank of the Yellow River, then the number of Japanese soldiers will increase tenfold, and it will only be a matter of drinking bullets and making ghosts under the stormy strafing of heavy machine guns.

"What's the mystery?" I asked.

She had been getting the booklet and the photos for a long time, and she must have had some understanding of herself.

"You probably don't believe me when I tell me, the whole wing is one hundred and twenty people, plus ten ironclad chariots, and the Oriental horses that the wing leader rides with him...... After the group walked across the pontoon bridge, they actually walked into the mirror. The mirror was like a big bag, it put them in it and never spit it out. Bing'er replied.

I gasped because this kind of plot is as ridiculous as the story in "Arabian Nights", and it won't be believed a thousand times.

"This is the mystery, not the plot of the anti-Japanese heroes killing all sides, but the story of the magician who turned a large group of Japanese criminals into nothing. It's ridiculous...... It's ridiculous, it's like child's play, it's a joke, it's nonsense, so when I read it, I didn't tell anyone about it at all, because it ...... I'm ashamed to say that, because at least I haven't lost my reason and can't say such illogical things to another person. Bing'er added.

"Hey, what photo? We also open our eyes?" the young chef at the counter strode out to our table, leaning over slightly, looking at the photo Bing'er was holding.

From where he looked, what he really wanted to see was Bing'er's face.

"It's none of your business. Bing'er's face sank.

She is not a frivolous person, the young man is ignorant, and if she wants to take advantage, she is really blind to his dog's eye.

"Beautiful women like photography? I used to work as a camera assistant in a photo studio, and I played with dozens of machines, and my skills were all honed. When you're free, I-"

I didn't allow him to continue, so I grabbed the back of his neck with one hand, so as not to make Bing'er angry and embarrass him even more.

"Do you hear that? It's none of your business here. I half-pinched, half-dragged him, made him turn around, faced the counter, and let go.

"Yo, dare to do it, boy? Believe it or not, Lao Tzu slashed you with a knife?" The young man was full of courage and temper, and he didn't realize the difference in strength between us at all.

"Let's go, let's talk in another place. "I looked down and packed the photos and brochures back into the plastic bag.

Now is not the time to cause trouble, and besides, this young man doesn't have much malice, he just wants to talk to a beautiful woman. There are few worldly beauties like Bing'er in the entire Jinan City, which is understandable to attract the hearts of others.

"Okay. Bing'er picked up her backpack and walked out with me.

"Don't go boy, today I have to teach you a lesson, teach you that the pot is made of iron!" The young man didn't know whether he was alive or dead, he picked up a bone chopping knife from the board, held it high in the air, and caught up with it in stride.

I have several ways to knock him down in an instant, and I can accurately injure him slightly, badly, or even kill him. But that didn't make sense. Really, injuring him will only cause a lower-class family to suffer another economic blow, and it will not receive any effect of punishing the former and saving people. My hands and feet and strength are to do great things to save the world, not to teach street thugs a lesson.

The young man came quickly, and before I could cross the threshold, he screamed wildly and slashed down from behind me.

Instead of dodging, I fell backwards and met him with my back, and at the same time I was short, and my right shoulder hit him in the armpit under his right arm.

With a click, his right arm was dislocated, and the bone chopper was held high in the air, unable to be cut off again.

I didn't say anything and went out with the ice and fire.

"You shouldn't be like that, the thugs are ruthless, and if you are not careful, you can easily lose your life. Bing'er said.

I shook my head: "I've seen a lot of such gangsters since I was a child, even if I beat them up, they won't have a long memory, and they will be like this next time." Moreover, you just returned to Jinan, and you don't know much about this industry, and the restaurants on the market are covered by Jianghu characters behind everyone, so young people are arrogant. My only rule is not to cause trouble, I just want to find a quiet place and study the brochure and photos properly. ”

This is the truth, the children of lower-class families in society have either become gangsters, or become working boys who are cattle and horses, and are shouted at by powerful and rich businessmen, without the slightest dignity in life.

I pity them because they are just trying to make ends meet. It's just a so-called "face".

Oppressing and beating them is a great tragedy in itself, and I don't make such a mistake.

We headed south, crossed a junction and stopped in front of a café on the west side of the road.

"Come here and sit down?" I asked for Bing'er's opinion.

Bing'er raised her head, looked at the words on the plaque at the door of the café, and read it softly: "I'm not in the café, I'm on the way to the café." ”

The name of the café is "Ivy", and the previous location should be at the south end of Tianditan Street, next to Guihe Hotel, and many old Jinan people should remember this shop and this plaque.

"Okay, I just came back, and I haven't officially drunk Jinan's coffee yet. Bing'er responded happily.

I pulled open the tall, heavy frosted glass door and asked Bing'er to come in first. Before entering, I looked behind me to watch out for someone to keep an eye on me.

In the morning, the mountain road was orderly, with no crowded traffic and no hurried pedestrians. The sun is slanting and the streets are clean, giving a sense of calm and comfort.

"This is what Jinan City should look like......" I couldn't help but sigh.

As the Shandong Mansion, Jinan City brings together heroes from all over the world, there are countless famous, rich, virtuous and powerful people, hundreds of masters of the rivers and lakes on the surface, and the number of people who live in seclusion here in secret is amazing.

If these people can contribute money and efforts, it will definitely make earth-shaking changes in the appearance of Jinan City, and truly show the style of the Central Plains City.

At this moment, I thought of those heroes of Jinan in history. The first one that came to mind was Qin Qiong, the first hero of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, Qin Shubao, who relied on a yellow horse and two cooked copper maces to lay a solid foundation for Li Yuan, Li Shimin and his sons in the Tang Dynasty, and achieved the name of loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness that the heroes of the world admired.

If I were to look for a role model among the ancient heroes, he would definitely deserve it, comparable to Guan Erye.

At the same time, I also thought that in the north of Jinan West Gate Bridge, Qin Qiong's former residence Wulongtan Park and Xicheng Guandi Temple live next to each other, which can be called heroes to heroes.

"Hello sir, please come in, sir. "A waitress in a white ruffled shirt walked up to me and helped me hold the door.

Only then did I realize that I had just lost my temper and had been waiting at the door for too long.

Perhaps it was the booklet of "Notes from the Plum Blossom Mansion" that affected my state of mind, and along the way, I was in a trance, and I was wandering almost every minute.

Bing'er and I sat down at the booth in front of the glass window, ordered two lattes, and then silently faced each other.

When she read this booklet, she must have felt less touched than I did.

"I am the one who fought against the Japanese at the end of the pontoon bridge on the Yellow River" This strange feeling made my whole body tense, as if I had suddenly suffered from a severe cold.

"It's good here. Bing'er broke the silence.

I nodded: "This is one of the old cafes in Jinan, and the quality, environment, and service are all first-class." Unfortunately, in order to comply with the requirements of the urban construction plan, moving here has been far from the public's sight and gradually fell silent. ”

Old Jinan people remember that in addition to the Ivy Coffee Castle in the area of Quancheng Road, Heihuquan West Road and Quancheng Square, there are also two good places to go to the New Blue and White Fast Restaurant and Luna Open-air Cafe, which are all high-quality and civilian-priced dining places and have always been loved by locals.

Now, the café has moved away and the new blue and white is closed, leaving only Luna Cafe on the north side of Quancheng Square still surviving, but its quality is no longer equal to the high price.

"It's great if you like it, there are few places with feelings and tastes in Jinan now, which is really impressive. I sighed.