Early in the morning, Wen Wan wore loose clothes and went out, although she didn't show her pregnancy yet, she was still actively adapting to what she should look like when she had a big belly.

She was going to the tailor shop to see the tricks made by the little tailor, at least that's what she said to Lao Xu.

"Boss, is the trick I want coming out?" Wen Wan walked to the tailor shop and asked the busy little tailor.

The little tailor raised his head and glanced at it, and said with a friendly smile: "You are so early, the embroidery lady just arrived this morning, and she is in the back room to make it for you, or you can go in and take a look, if there is anything right or wrong, it is better to say it to your face, so as not to change it after the show is good." ”

Wen Wan asked tentatively, "Can I enter?" ”

"Yes, what can't we get into this tailor's shop?"

She walked into the backyard along the tailor shop, an embroidery elder sister was sitting on a chair in the backyard, and after seeing Wen Wan come in, she quickly patted the bamboo stool next to her: "Comrade Wen Wan, you let us find it so hard, if it weren't for your perseverance in sending a report to the central government and providing the situation of the entire North Manchurian region, we would have thought you would have sacrificed." ”

When Wen Wan sat down, she was obviously relieved, and what she showed afterwards was the exhaustion that ordinary people had never had.

"In the past few days since the fall of the Northeast, the devils have carried out a large-scale cleanup, Xinjing, Fengtian, and Bingcheng, none of them have been spared, our people have all been sacrificed, and I was able to survive, it was a complete fluke."

She seemed to remember the most painful moment of the Chinese people, when 40,000 people were shouting to regain the lost territory, the young marshal led the elite of the Feng army to hide in Shanghai, and the people who wanted to contribute to the country on the ground in the northeast were slaughtered, and North Manchurian at that time was completely a purgatory on earth.

The embroidery lady sighed: "Alas. ”

put his hand on Wen Wan's shoulder and comforted: "It's all over." ”

"Let's be happy, we're in touch now, do you have anything you need help with organizationally?"

"By the way, how are you doing?"

She turned her head and looked at the embroiderer: "I'm married." ”

This is a great sacrifice for a woman, and the embroidery lady knows very well, besides, she also saw it yesterday when the man accompanied Wen Wan to the tailor shop......

"And pregnant."

"What!"

She looked at the calm gentleness of her face, and was so surprised that she almost bit her gums to bleed.

"Otherwise, how do you think I survived the devil's sweep again and again? Do you use the name of the schoolgirl Yu Qiulan on the wanted warrant in the Fengtian Sweep? ”

"Or do you think that I, a woman, can approach the places guarded by the Kwantung Army again and again without any cover, and pass on the information?"

Xiuniang hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I just think you have sacrificed too much for our cause." ”

"Everybody is giving too much."

"I only hope that after victory, I will see the little devil punished in front of the whole world."

Xiuniang was silent, after all, the word 'victory' is still far away from the current situation.

"The radio is with me."

After the silence, the exchange between the two finally got to the point, and Wen Wan continued: "There are also three guns, a Colt, a Mauser C96, and a Schofield. ”

"In addition, I am now unable to perform more dangerous tasks. I want to give birth to the child and leave a legacy for Lao Xu. ”

"He's a poor man, and if one day I get caught by the devil by some accident, he's probably going to be tortured just like me."

The embroidery girl nodded and said in understanding: "It should be." ”

"So, what are you going to do after giving birth?"

Wen Wan lowered her head: "Can you help me take the child away?" ”

"Take it away?" The embroidery girl asked incomprehensibly.

"Take it to the rear."

"I hope he grew up in that environment, and not one day someone comes to me with a gun to his head and asks for a list of underground intelligence agents in North Manchuria."

At this moment, Xiuniang no longer knows what expression to use to face, at this moment, I don't know how many Chinese children are resisting in this way of sacrificing themselves and sacrificing their families, and writing down the four big words of 'never give in' with their lives.

"Will your husband accept it?"

"So I said he was a poor man who didn't know who his wife was or where his children were."

"It's not fair to him."

"Is it fair for devils to occupy the northeast?" Wen Wan calmly did not have any expression: "Xiaodouzi is still a child who has not finished high school, and he was hit by a machine gun in the sweep and was covered with bullet holes; Sister Wu was a maid who didn't know anything, so she let Liu Dazi shoot her right cheek; Zhou Mingyuan is such a good teacher, just because he taught us, he was tortured and killed in prison. ”

"To whom is this world fair?" She was not excited at all, and if these words were converted into words, she would not even need to add an exclamation point, but every sentence would automatically show a logical accent in the listener's heart, which was deafening.

The embroidery girl was speechless, and listened very calmly.

Wen Wan realized her gaffe at this time: "Thank you, listening to my useless complaints here, in fact, I also know that if we can't win this battle, no one in the world will listen to the nonsense of the loser." ”

"yes, if we lose this time, we'll never have a chance to open our mouths. With so many people willing to sacrifice their lives to fight the Japanese, don't you just want to tell everyone on the day of victory how wronged we are in this battle? After all, we didn't make any mistakes except weakness. ”

"Weakness is also a mistake?"

"It's original sin."

"Okay, let's not talk about that. Listening is part of our job, but the atmosphere should not be too low. Xiuniang said very seriously: "You people who are lurking are under too much pressure, if there is no outlet for catharsis, there will be big problems." In the future, you can find me to vent any complaints in your heart, this is your second home. ”

Wen Wan, no, to be precise, it should be called Yu Qiulan, once upon a time she was also the flourishing school flower of the Mukden Foreign Chinese Language Academy, and she went in and out of the dance party organized by the high-ranking officers of the Fengtian department, and there was a Japanese officer suitor named Kumamoto Saburo, which would become a hidden agent.

However, after the Japanese occupied the Northeast, several successive sweeps brought the entire organization to the surface, and even a third of the underground workers in Mukden did not escape, and Yu Qiulan could only hide in the countryside under the pseudonym Wen Wan.

It's just that the good times didn't last long, the Japanese exterminated the remnants of the Feng system, the cleaning of underground workers became more and more intense, and the occupation of various mineral resources made the surrounding environment of North Manchurian worse and worse, and the relatives were also afraid of implicating themselves, so when they discussed with Wen Wan whether they could hide elsewhere, Xu Ruifeng found a matchmaker who came to the door.

Where can she go as a girl?

After her accident, her father broke his leg by the little devil at that time, and to this day she still has to report to the gendarmerie every day, is there still a place for her to hide? With her almost identical appearance to the wanted warrant in Mukden, she had to be arrested when she got on the train......

Gritting his teeth, Wen Wan got married.

That's where we are today.

"When are you going to take the transmitter away?"

Xiuniang thought about it for a while and said: "Don't use it for the time being, the devil is currently very strict, and the transport transmitter is very dangerous, you just hide it." ”

"Your husband ......" the embroidery lady groaned: "What kind of person is it?" ”

"He? is just an ordinary person, who has no ability, and his source of income depends on running horses for merchants. Every time I come back, I only think about ......" In the description, Wen Wan remembered Xu Ruifeng's anxious appearance every time he came back, and he actually closed his mouth and showed a light smile.

"What's on your mind?"

"Nothing."