Miao Chengfang looked around and made sure no one was following him, then quickly walked into a teahouse.

It was said to be a teahouse, but it was actually very shabby. There were only two tables inside. It was also very dilapidated and looked like it would fall over if pushed.

The boss was an old man in his fifties, huddled listlessly in a corner, with his sleeves rolled up and his head dozing off little by little.

This teahouse doesn't even have a signboard.

The old man's surname was Sun. No one knew his full name, so they all called him Sun Dawan.

He came to Shanghai many years ago. He has no wife or children, just a lonely old man.

This teahouse is particularly interesting. It is completely different from the way Shanghai people pay attention to tea. The guests who come in are given a big bowl of broken tea leaves, which the northerners call "Gao Mo".

To drink this kind of tea, you have to blow as hard as you can and then take a sip quickly, otherwise, you will end up with a mouthful of tea leaves.

There are also foods to eat, such as black corn tortillas and dough kneaded from crumbled steamed buns. Warm? Warm is a bowl of messy mishmash with everything in it.

There are all kinds of messy vegetables in the hodgepodge. If you are lucky, you might be able to pick out a shredded pork.

Someone often saw Sun Dawan visiting nearby restaurants every afternoon and evening, packing up the leftover meals from the guests and taking them away.

The boss and waiters in the restaurant saw him as pitiful and didn't care about him.

The food he eats in this teahouse is most likely the leftovers.

Since the guests who can come to such a place don't care about this at all, they are all people who really don't have a few dollars in their pockets and want to fill their stomachs.

The coachman who failed to pull a job, the coolie who failed to do business...

Drink a big bowl of tea, eat something to sit down, and finally, drink a bowl of steaming chowder, go back and have a good sleep, and when you wake up the next day, life has to go on, right?

After eating, how much does it cost?

You look at it.

If I give you too much, I won’t take it back. If I give you too little, I won’t chase you for it.

If you really don't have any money in your pocket today, finish eating and drinking, wipe your mouth, and go.

Next time you have money, you can just make up for it.

Are there any defaulters?

have!

But very little.

Why?

Isn't it possible that you defaulted on your debt today and won't come next time? Who doesn't have a bad time? There are more people who come here when they are poor than when they are rich.

If you refuse to give, everyone will be poor. Are you sorry?

There are really shameless people who bully Sun Dawan because he is old, his eyesight is dim, and the light in the room is dim. If he blames you, you may not recognize him next time he comes.

But Sun Dawan just had this ability.

Even if he came back a year and a half later and asked for tea or food, Sun Dawan would always calmly speak in pidgin Shanghainese:

"Boss, last time, the money from X month X was still in the account."

There is no difference in time at all.

Sun Dawan was just such a person, a poor man, but not so bad that he couldn't open the pot.

As soon as Miao Chengfang came in, Sun Dawan, who had been dozing just now, opened his eyes, glanced at Miao Chengfang, and stood up.

"A bowl of tea, a cake, and a bowl of soup."

Miao Chengfang sat down and said.

In a short time, Sun Dawan brought the things the guest wanted, then moved a stool and sat down next to Miao Chengfang.

This position is just right to keep an eye on the door.

"Master Miao, these are not for you to eat." When Sun Dawan opened his mouth, he said this.

"You can eat it, why do I say you can't?"

"This is not clean. What is your identity?"

"What is my identity? What identity can I have now?" Miao Chengfang smiled, tore off a piece of dark cake, stuffed it into his mouth, then took another sip of the chowder, and then put chopsticks in it.

As soon as he stirred up: "Hey, shredded pork, shredded pork, Xiaobao, I'm really lucky. All the restaurants around here are closed, can you still get shredded pork?"

He actually called an old man in his fifties "Xiaobao".

Sun Dawan's body trembled: "Master Miao, you have lost weight."

"You tell me, everything is good in China, but the relationship between people is too hypocritical. When we meet, we always like to say that the other person has lost weight. Wherever I have lost weight, I have gained weight."

Miao Chengfang said calmly: "Xiaobao, how have you been doing in the past few years?"

"What can I do, just live on." Sun Dawan sighed: "I just always think about Master Miao. He is obviously in Shanghai, but I just don't dare to see you. Master Miao, this is Japan Control

District, in the morning, a few little Japanese came in and searched, because they thought my place was dirty. After searching and finding nothing, they slapped me twice, kicked me a few times and left."

The light was too dark, so Miao Chengfang looked carefully and realized that half of Sun Dawan's face was really red and swollen.

"Xiaobao, you have suffered."

"Master Miao, I'm not bitter. I'm already forty-three, even Xiaobao." Sun Dawan smiled: "Master Miao, are you here to let me go on my way today?"

Who would have thought that this "old man" who looked old and was in his fifties was only forty-three years old.

Miao Chengfang nodded with some difficulty.

Sun Dawan was still smiling: "Master Miao, I have been waiting for this day. Seven years ago, I died, but you saved me. Five years ago, I also died, but you saved me.

I. For more than five years, I have been waiting to return your life. To this day, I still remember what you said to me that day."

…

"Xiaobao, lurk."

Five years ago, Miao Chengfang said coldly to Sun Dawan: "Remember, you owe me two lives. When I find you again, it will be your time to pay me back."

"Master Miao, I remember. I am waiting for you to take my life anytime, anywhere!"

Sun Dawan said respectfully.

That day was February 6, 1932.

…

Sun Dawan still remembers everything that happened that day.

He was still smiling: "Seven years ago, when I was on a mission, I accidentally killed one of my own. According to family law, I should have been executed, but you replaced me with a substitute. Five years ago, the Japanese were fighting in Shanghai.

In anger, I unplugged one of the Japanese contact points, and I killed every one of the seven Japanese spies inside.

But I was also injured. It was you who rushed there despite your death, carried me out, and helped me look after the injury. It’s a pity that my right hand can no longer do strenuous work. Otherwise, I would still be able to kill Mr. Miao, Japanese, from that time on, I swore that no matter how you wanted me to die, even if you didn’t tell me, I would die according to the method you told me.”

Miao Chengfang held the teacup and looked at it, wanting to take a sip, but then put it down: "Xiaobao, I want to fight inside the Japanese. Although the Japanese trust me, after all, it has been so many years, so I need a meeting gift. .”

"In ancient times, when Jing Ke assassinated Qin, he wanted General Fan Yuqi's head. Fan Yuqi didn't even hesitate, so he chopped off his own head as a gift." Sun Dawan still smiled calmly:

"The Japanese have been looking for me for five years, but they can't find me. There is nothing more suitable as a meeting gift than my head. I am today's Fan Yuqi, so there is nothing to fear if I die."

As he said that, he raised his right hand: "My hand, after the injury, looks no different from a normal person, but unfortunately I can no longer fire a gun. I am a useless person, and I use the head of a useless person. Come and complete the task for Master Miao, happily, happily!"

He stood up again, dug out two bottles of wine from the garbage pile in a corner, gave one to Miao Chengfang, opened the cap of the other bottle by himself, took a few big sips at the mouth of the bottle, and put down the bottle:

"After that, Master Miao, what do you want me to do?"

"I will betray you to the Japanese!" Miao Chengfang told his plan with a serious face, and then said: "But you can't fall into the hands of the Japanese!"

"I know that I, Sun Xiaobao, will never die as a prisoner of the Japanese!"

Sun Dawan smiled very happily, but then his smile disappeared: "Master Miao, are my wife and children okay?"

Everyone knows that Sun Dawan is a lonely old man with no wife or children, but who knows that he not only has a beautiful and virtuous wife, but also a lovely son?

Miao Chengfang was silent for a moment: "I sent someone to inform you of your 'death'. Your wife has not remarried for so many years. She is filial to her parents-in-law and raises her children."

"Okay, okay!" Sun Dawan finally smiled again: "I have a wife and children, so what can I regret if I die? Master Miao, I just want to ask you one thing. If you have the opportunity, let my son build a house for me. A grave!"

"Brother Xiaobao, I respect you!"

Miao Chengfang raised the bottle and drank half of it in one breath.

He put down the bottle heavily: "Have a good trip, brother!"

"Master Miao."

Sun Dawan suddenly knelt down on the ground and kowtowed three times to Miao Chengfang:

"Master Miao, I should have eaten these three heads for you a long time ago. Xiaobao is going to die, and I will never owe you anything from now on!"

Miao Chengfang nodded silently, and then walked out tremblingly.

Sun Dawan was drinking there alone. After finishing a bottle of wine, he came to the pile of garbage again, pushed aside the garbage, took out a stone on the wall, and took out a cloth bag from the dark hole.

After coming back to finish the work, he opened the cloth bag.

What was placed inside was a shell gun and two magazines.

He took the gun apart, wiped it carefully, and then reassembled the gun.

He carefully inspected every bullet.

His right hand is disabled, but his left hand can still move.

The killer Sun Xiaobao who killed seven bandits in a rage back then is still alive!

…

"came back?"

Tian Qi noticed that Miao Chengfang's expression was a little abnormal.

"I'm back." Miao Chengfang smelled of alcohol: "Tian Qi, after following me for a long time, I originally wanted to continue training you, but now it seems that the training will end early."

"Why?"

"Why?" Miao Chengfang said coldly: "Beside me, you are the only one who wants to do what I ask you to do, and you have no right to ask why. I ask you to die, and you must die without hesitation!"
Chapter completed!