Qingfang and the porters came to a "Ding" street, deliberately slowed down, and pulled behind the line.

An "old man" flashed out at the entrance of the "D" street, dressed in sloppy clothes, with sparse hair curly.

Liu Zifeng hid around the corner of the street and watched secretly.

The sloppy "strange old man" looked around with great vigilance, and then approached Qingfang.

Qingfang hurriedly handed him the canvas bag of the letter and glanced at him.

The sloppy "old man" nodded, picked up the canvas bag and walked towards a small alley. Qingfang hurriedly chased after the porter again.

Liu Zifeng turned around and followed the "strange old man" who was carrying a canvas bag.

Liu Zifeng walked fast and slow along the way. However, at the same time that Liu Zifeng was following the strange old man, he didn't know that not far behind him, there was a faint person following.

Because Liu Zifeng focused on the "old man", he didn't notice the people who were following him behind. Liu Zifeng walked unhurriedly, and the people who followed him behind him quickened their pace and approached Liu Zifeng, and in the blink of an eye, they were behind him.

Liu Zifeng was still following the "strange old man" unconsciously, and the person behind him suddenly stretched out his hand and put it on Liu Zifeng's shoulder.

Liu Zifeng reacted sharply, and one sideways dodged the man, and almost fell to the ground because he was too fast.

Liu Zifeng hurriedly turned around, and looked back to see that the person on his shoulder was actually a strange man, dressed as a porter, in his forties.

Seeing that Liu Zifeng reacted too quickly, the middle-aged porter laughed: "Brother Liu, what are you doing here?" ”

After Liu Zifeng saw that person, he quickly relieved himself and said, "This old man, you are ......"

"I'm the porter who delivers food to refugees, Du Changsheng, you don't know me!" The middle-aged porter hurriedly explained.

"The surname is Du, oh, I remember, you are Master Du, we have met?" Liu Zifeng deliberately patted his head and said.

"Actually, it's normal that you don't recognize me, but I recognize you." The middle-aged porter looked around and said, "Brother Liu, you didn't help in the refugee camp, why did you come here?" ”

Liu Zifeng hesitated for a moment and said, "I... I... I'm just walking around here. ”

The middle-aged porter approached Liu Zifeng, lowered his voice and said, "Brother Liu, few people come to this place, I don't think you are walking around casually here, your face is full of thoughts." ”

Liu Zifeng touched his face and said in deliberate surprise: "Nothing? Master Du, you're kidding. I am alone, I have nothing to worry about, how can I have something on my mind? He smiled "hehe" after he finished speaking.

"Okay, let's not talk about this, let's talk about it, let's talk about our fate, and it just so happens that I'm resting now. Let's go, I'll ask you to go and have a drink. Saying that, Master Du pulled Liu Zifeng away.

Liu Zifeng waved his hand again and again and said, "Master Du, it's not okay now, there are still a lot of things that Sister Zheng handed over to me?" Otherwise, change it next time, and I'll ask you to ...... next time."

Master Du was a little unhappy when he heard this, and asked with a straight face: "Look down on me!" Besides, people like us can do something serious! As the saying goes, food is the life of the people, and now nothing important is more important than eating. You say, don't you? ”

"This ......" Liu Zifeng didn't know what to say. He knew that the matter of eating could not be excused any longer, and if he did, it would arouse the suspicion of the other party.

Liu Zifeng took the opportunity to look down the street again, and the "strange old man" had already run away without a trace.

Liu Zifeng turned his head and thought, anyway, the "strange old man" also escaped, this Master Du suddenly appeared, what kind of person is he, and he just happened to find out. But he also repeatedly warned himself that he must not let the other party know about his affairs, and if he was a Japanese pseudo-spy, he would be worried about his life.

Master Du couldn't help but say, and pulled him into a small restaurant on the side of the street.