In the prison area of the Xiamen Liaison Department of the Xingya Academy, senior Japanese puppet spy officials such as Sawashigenobu, Uchida, Suzuki Shaosa, and Li Zaixin came to the prison where Hong Chengda was held.

They walked down the long, gloomy corridors, passing by many prison cells where anti-Japanese activists were being held, and those inside looked at them from the iron windows with expressions of great anger on their faces.

Sawashigenobu maintained a victorious posture as he marched, with a look of disdain on his face.

Li Zaixin hurriedly said: "There is a saying in our China, called 'toast if you don't eat and drink', like Hong Chengda, such a person must be severely punished!" ”

Ze Chongxin said disapprerovingly to the left and right: "This Hong Chengda, who doesn't eat hard and soft, has a personality, but I like such a person." ”

Uchida replied: A person with a personality is like an untamed horse, as long as he is subdued, he will be the head of the horse and die. Unlike those wall grass, whichever side the wind blows, it is mercenary, and in the end it can only harm you.

Ze Chongxin smiled "haha": "In China, there is not only the idiom of Bole Soma, but also the legend of Wang Hai taming horses. We must not only be the one who is good at horses, but also be the master who is good at horse training, so that more people can be used by us, and the strategy of establishing the 'Greater East Asia Co-prosperity Sphere' can be realized as soon as possible." ”

The Japanese puppet and his party walked out of the prison, and Ze Shigenobu looked up at the clear sky and said, "Time flies so fast, in a few days it will be the Spring Festival of the people of China." ”

Uchida continued, "Could it be that Your Excellency the President has a new plan? ”

Sawashigenobu was silent after hearing this.

Li Zaixin took the opportunity to ask: "Does the president want to improve the lives of the prisoners in prison?" ”

Ze Shigeshin looked at him: "Si Xianjun, you are half right, the Spring Festival is the time for the reunion of the Chinese people, and while we are improving the lives of the prison inmates and making them feel the goodwill of the Great Japanese Empire, we will make a sudden arrest of the anti-Japanese elements who have returned home to reunite, so that they can realize the cost and cruelty of resisting the Great Japanese Empire." ”

"Your Excellency is still clever, really clever!" Li Zaixin said flatteringly.

In the blink of an eye, another year has passed, and this is the second Spring Festival after the fall.

On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve in 1940, rare snowflakes suddenly floated over Xiamen Island, as if to indict the Japanese invaders and show pity for the people who lost their freedom.

In front of the puppet Xiamen Municipal Government, several big red lanterns hung weakly swaying in the wind and snow.

On the street in front of the gate, a row of street lamps is lit, and the dim light is intertwined with the skylight, and colorful fireworks bloom in the sky from time to time, and the sky light is projected on the street in a colorful way.

Japanese women in kimonos and children walk down the street holding small Japanese flags, and when they meet, they greet each other in Japanese: "Congratulations to the New Year"

At the same time, there is also a group of numb Chinese on the street, under the plaster flag and the puppet government flag, celebrating the New Year.

Wang Donghai walked from the alleys of Xiagang Street, he pressed his top hat, lowered his head, stepped on the broken snow on the bluestone slab, and walked forward cautiously, the treetops along the way were smooth, there were no lanterns in the past, and there was no red ribbon under the eaves of the shops along the street.

Although it is Chinese New Year's Eve, under the rule of the Japanese, it is difficult to see pedestrians on the street, and they are all closed and dare not go out, so the street looks very bleak.

Wang Donghai looked up at the snow rising and falling in the sky, and suddenly felt a sense of desperation in his heart.

Today's Chinese New Year's Eve is different from previous years, no one goes to paste the Spring Festival, there is no fireworks in the past, not to mention the next year's meal, long-term dishes, hair cakes, and "spring flowers" tied with red and yellow paper on the table in the hall at home, and I am afraid that the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner will not be eaten.

At the entrance of the Catholic Church on Ci'an Road, there are several colored lanterns, swaying in the wind. The red lights are festive, contrasting with the darkness of the neighborhood. On the stone road in front of the church, foreign cars run over from time to time.

The moonlight shone faintly, and the snowflakes drifted quietly.

Professor Zhang stood in front of the church in full costume, looking up into the distance, his heart surging with infinite sadness.

Suddenly, a beautiful chorus came from inside the church, the voice was sometimes loud and sometimes small, melodious and graceful, giving people strength and hope.

With the singing, Professor Zhang came to the church, and white candles were lit everywhere on the platform and in the corridor. In the flickering candlelight, a well-dressed choir is reflected. Under the direction of the foreign godfathers, the choir sang the ...... of "Ode to Peace" in unison.

Xiangyun and Ruan Yinghua stood in the chorus, letting go of their singing voices, like angels, as beautiful as larks.

After singing, the foreign priest spoke stiff Chinese: "This is the bell of heaven, our road to heaven, the road to peace." God loves you and God bless you, my children! ”

When the singing was far away, Professor Zhang walked out of the house, greeted the snowflakes flying in the sky, stood on the street and watched quietly, as if he remembered the lively Spring Festival in his hometown......

Outside the church, Wang Donghai stepped on the snow, covered with snowflakes. When he saw Lao Zhang standing in the wind and snow, he couldn't help but speed up his pace.

In the snowflakes, the street lamps flickered like ghostly fires, reflecting this hell on earth.

In the snowy sky, Professor Zhang also saw Wang Donghai, he hurried up to meet him, grabbed Wang Donghai's hand tightly, and the two said to each other: "Happy New Year!" ”。 Then, the two men hugged tightly.

At this time, the snow in the sky is heavier, and the white snow covers the whole city.

The large table clock hanging high outside the church finally rings the New Year's bell.

At this time, Liu Zifeng and Wang Ping, who were in Gulangyu, were also welcoming the arrival of the New Year in a different form.

Under the dim street lamp on Quanzhou Road, Liu Zifeng wore a fake beard, dressed as a blind singer, and sat on a small bench and pulled an erhu.

On the road, there were a few street children, surrounding the blind man, listening to him play the harp.

Wang Ping also pretended to be a wanderer and sat among these homeless children.

The blind man played the "Su Wu Shepherd Song" with an erhu, and sang in a hoarse voice while playing:

"Su Wu Liuhu Festival is not disgraced.

Snow and ice, endure for 19 years.

Thirsty for snow, hungry for felt, shepherding sheep on the north seaside, and keeping Han Sheji in mind.

The fall has not yet been returned, and after going through difficulties, the heart is as strong as iron and stone.

When the night is cold, listening to the sound of the flute hurts in the ears.

In the blink of an eye, the north wind blows, and the geese fly in the Han pass.

The white-haired lady, looking forward to her return, is dressed in red and guarding the air.

The three watches dream together, and whoever dreams of the two places.

Let the sea dry and rotten, the big festival will not be lost.

The final teaching of the Huns was heartbroken and dared to obey Handway.

……”

Occasionally, pedestrians pass by and throw a few coins into the broken porcelain cup.

The blind man played the piano even more desolately, and sang the music like a cry, which made people cry.

At this time, Qingfang suddenly came over from afar.

She came to the blind man, listened to the singing, and took out a fiat currency from her pocket and put it in the broken porcelain jar. Then, shaking his head lightly, he walked away.

Looking at her back, the blind man stopped singing and nodded at Wang Ping.

Wang Ping understood and chased towards Qingfang.