Either empathetic, or moved by true feelings, the old pimple finally spoke, but with his position, it was impossible to know Yang Qingyun's purpose.

All he can say is what he has done in Harbin these days.

Ma Zhansan!

When Xu Ruifeng heard that all the people under Yang Qingyun's command had been looking for relatives around the former Harbin Station special service personnel recently, and they were only looking for distant relatives and not direct relatives, and even the safe houses were directly looking for abandoned ones and those who were preparing to be developed, Ma Zhansan's name appeared in his mind.

The old horse is good, everyone has to admit this, what makes Xu Ruifeng confused is, what is this old horse tossing in Harbin?

You say that he is organizing all forces to resist Japan, Harbin is the end of the anti-Japanese front, this job is no matter what, you should go to the front to do it, like what Rehe, Fengtian, even if you go to Hebei, it is stronger than Harbin, this is about to become the base camp of the Japanese, in the front, it will always be easier.

It doesn't make sense to say that he has other plans, and at the moment, even Principal Shen's people can't find you, what else can you set off?

"Let him rest well."

After listening to the old pimple's narration, Xu Ruifeng let go of the child who had just escaped from death, and walked out of the room amid the footsteps of the Japanese patrol outside the door passing over and over again, and sat on a chair in the courtyard, looking up at the sky.

He especially likes to look at the sky, because the space above his head is vast, and he can let his mind wander freely without restrictions.

"Uncle."

At the moment when Lao Xu was emptying himself, at the gate of the courtyard, a little boy knocked on the door.

Xu Ruifeng hurriedly got up and opened the door, dragging it in: "Crazy, right?!" When has this been, still running around! ”

The little boy just told Xu Ruifeng that someone followed Bai Ling, who was also from the troupe next door, at this time he was full of grievances, holding a civilized rock sugar gourd in his hand, and his hands were stained with sugar and said: "I just want to tell you, I worked hard......" The child's emotions came and went quickly, and in an instant, he changed to a smiling face and said: "Look, this is what our class master rewarded, just because I can play twenty-one flips in the courtyard in one go." ”

The little flip is the heel. Male artists are different from female artists, female artists are good looking and have a good voice, but men can't, if men want to call for seats on the stage, they have to come up with different things, in their industry, it is called a unique job.

Xu Ruifeng has seen that in the opera troupe in Beiman, a male artist set up three tables in order to gain a firm foothold, and turned his head down from a high place; He has also seen people on stage who act like jugglers, using 'bone shrinking skills' to remove their body bones and hide them in boxes.

If you want to live these days, you have to earn your life!

"Okay."

Xu Ruifeng was a little touched by this child, and he also knew that this was the child's life, but he still couldn't suppress the distress in his heart.

The hand of the child holding the sugar gourd clearly had whip marks, so you can imagine how much suffering he had to endure in exchange for such a sugar gourd. Xu Ruifeng is also a father now, if someone dares to treat his child like this, and talk about the family and the country, he will turn around and leave Harbin, even if he kills everyone, he must let the people who bully his child know that this child has a fierce and cruel father.

But what about the one in front of you?

Who's going to stand up and call the shots for him?

"Uncle, you eat."

This kid specially kept the sugar gourd for Xu Ruifeng to eat, even if the sugar had melted, he still kept it.

Xu Ruifeng shook his head and said, "Uncle doesn't eat it, Uncle has bad teeth, you can't eat sweet, you eat it yourself." ”

He was still quite disappointed, took back the sugar gourd and took a bite: "Then next time, there is leftover meat in the corner of our yard, I will send it to you again, our family corner loves to eat pork ribs and stewed beans, but it is delicious." ”

This kid ate the sugar gourd one by one, the corners of his mouth were full of sugar, but the smile on his face became more and more happy, and he stood in front of Xu Ruifeng.

"Do you like to eat pork ribs and stewed beans?"

Lao Xu asked.

He nodded.

"Wait."

Xu Ruifeng walked to the kitchen and shouted inside: "Sibaozi, stew our spare ribs." ”

Sibaozi sighed, but the little guy in front of him, his eyes were shining, he looked at the back room excitedly, and asked, "Really?" ”

Xu Ruifeng smiled and stretched out his finger to flick it on the door of his head: "It's just a bowl of pork ribs, what's true or false?" ”

"Can I eat stewed beans with pork ribs?" The little guy was full of doubtful excitement, and then lowered his head again: "Am I qualified?" The head of the class said, "That's what only the horns can eat, and I can only eat what other people have leftover." ”

"Nonsense."

Xu Ruifeng picked up the little boy and put it on his lap: "They are all human beings, who is more qualified than whom?" ”

"Child, living in this world, you have to be in awe on the surface, wild in your heart, only the 'disobedience' in your heart is like a flame, in order to step by step out of the crowd, let everyone see you."

The boy honestly sat on Xu Ruifeng's lap and responded very seriously: "I will, uncle." ”

At this time, Lao Xu suddenly felt that he seemed to be talking a little too much to this child, so he touched his hair with his hand and said, "That's good." ”

"Uncle, tell me something, I love to hear it."

This child seems to have finally absorbed a trace of warmth in this cold world, so he just clung to it and refused to let go.

"What do you want to hear?"

"Anything......

The two of them were chatting, as soon as the door opened in the house, the aroma wafted out, and Sibaozi held the basin with one hand and the other and said, "Master, do you want to put some cakes in the pot?" One pot out, delicious. ”

The two of them looked back at the house at the same time, just turning their faces - pop!

The basin in Sibaozi's hand fell to the ground and shattered with powder!

"Full ......"

"Full ......"

Sibaozi's face trembled, the tears in his eyes seemed to fall without money, and the whole person stood in the courtyard and stared at the child in Xu Ruifeng's arms: "Mandu Latu, it's Abba!" ”

Abba.

This is a completely different title from the Han people, but no one can deny the cordial connection.

The child didn't dare to speak, he looked up, but in his subconscious reaction, his legs slipped off Xu Ruifeng's legs, and he walked towards the man in front of him who looked like a wild boar, and since then, he hasn't seen anyone else.

"Abba!"

He threw himself into the arms of the man in front of him, and Sibaozi picked him up and hugged him in his arms.

The sound of crying came over Sibaozi's shoulders, and the rebuke full of yes kept ringing: "Where have you been!" Where have you been? ”

"Do you know that I was abducted and trafficked in Beiman, my grandma ......"