Xu Baichuan and Mr. Zheng Yao had a life-and-death relationship, so they naturally "knew" that Meng Ying was an orphan. Now he thought about it, when they first met in the 30th year of the Republic of China, in the smelly underground tunnel of the Bund, this little girl wearing an ill-fitting Japanese kimono had
With a gloomy face, he quickly disinfected and changed his dressing, but his words were as cold as the moon reflected in the ditch, "Sir, I don't know who you are, but with your brother's style, you can't be a traitor.
I ask you one thing, if we are discovered later, please shoot me before taking cyanide and potassium."
Xu Baichuan was well-informed, and he lost his composure for a moment, "How old are you, you shouldn't think this way even for your parents?"
"It's unnecessary. My father abandoned us during the bombing. In order for my brothers to survive, my mother gave up the opportunity to enter the air-raid shelter to my brothers. I don't want to be responsible for them."
Time passed by, and the thin and slim girl turned into the calm and beautiful new woman she is now, and became her younger brother and sister. But Xu Baichuan still felt sad when he thought about it. After thinking about it, he cautiously advised: "Brother and sister, everything is over.
After all these years, have you ever thought about looking for them again?" This naturally refers to Meng Ying's surviving relatives.
Unexpectedly, Meng Ying took advantage of this and changed the subject. She casually flicked her handkerchief to her cheek and said, "Look at me, just talk about sad things. Fourth brother, sit down first. I'll go see if Yao Xian is awake?"
It was already afternoon when I saw Zheng Yaoxian again. In spring, the mountain city was damp and cold, and the fog was still thick. The hospital built on the mountain was like a fairyland. Meng Ying had been wearing bright-colored clothes for the past two days for good luck. It was the day she changed her clothes.
Wearing an apricot red cotton suit with a somewhat classical style, Zheng Yaoxian relaxed and said: "How did you coax Xu Baichuan? It's not easy for my fourth brother to talk about you. You must be treated well."
"I told you to stop teasing me, okay?" Meng Ying sighed and sat on the edge of Zheng Yaoxian's bed, "You want to go back 'home', and I want to fly around half of China with that devil Dai Li. Don't you be afraid?
He died in the hands of his own people in a daze, and I'm worried that Dai Li has done many evil things and someone else planted a bomb in his plane. You'd better use your devilish brain to think about how we should deal with it."
Zheng Yaoxian felt that she was getting a little close, and wanted to remind him, but for some unknown reason, he said directly: "Don't worry, I don't dare to think about this matter of life and death. I have a plan now, and I want to use the hands of Zhongtong to deal with it.
Dai Li, as long as the old man doesn't take care of himself or is direct, the dilemma for you and me will be solved. It's just that this plan is a bit risky, so I can't reveal it to you for the time being."
Meng Ying nodded to express her understanding. Zheng Yaoxian then continued: "Many people have mentioned your life experience and relatives to me these days, which makes me feel uneasy."
Meng Ying became nervous and asked: "Brother Six, what did you think of?" Zheng Yaoxian was not only smart, but his intuition was also terrifying. Otherwise, after eight years of resistance, he would have been swallowed up by danger long ago.
"I can't say for sure yet, but you should be mentally prepared. After all, the Fang family has a great cause. In the past, we had nothing to say during the war, but now that there is peace, I may not want to find you." Zheng Yaoxian explained carefully: "That's right.
, your second brother, the one named Fang Mengwei, has now joined the Peking Police Department, specializing in inspections. "
"Brother Six, if I had wanted to find them, I wouldn't have waited until today. Besides, the path I chose would have been to never see them again." Meng Ying said calmly. "We are in a lot of dangers right now, no matter what will happen in the future.
, I have no choice but to focus on the present."
"You're right." Zheng Yaoxian finally agreed with her view and said no more.
Zheng Yaoxian's health recovered well, but what followed was that he had more and more frequent official and "private affairs". The special ward has almost become his office. People come in and out every day. They talk behind closed doors for most of the day. Meng Ying stays in
The hospital was inconvenient, so she arranged some things by herself. She had graduated from the Teachers College last year and had found a job, but her health was so poor that she had to take sick leave every now and then. In addition, after the war, the Nationalist Government returned to the capital, and a large number of job opportunities were lost in the mountain city.
If the school had not offended Zheng Yaoxian, it would have asked her to teach. But even so, it would have removed her from the teaching position and given her a casual job to support her.
After Meng Ying thought about it, she took advantage of these few days to quit her job. The school was overjoyed and approved her job without even asking for a reason. Although Meng Ying had long known that she did not have the qualifications and awareness to be a teacher, she kept this job.
The job was more to protect her identity, but it was inevitable to be a little embarrassed. On the way back in the car, the system came online and said to her: "Host, I feel that you are very discouraged. Are you still worried about work?
?Aren’t you originally going to take the college entrance examination? Also, how did you survive with this mental quality? "
Meng Ying almost laughed angrily at it, "Do you think you are comforting me? Who can still be happy after being fired?"
"But shouldn't underground party members be unyielding, regard difficulties as strength, and become more courageous with every setback?" The electronic sound of the system almost sounded like a revolutionary song.
"I asked you whether you have watched too many anti-war dramas and the 'Excellent TV Series' system. Can you understand some real human nature? Pain and sadness are normal human emotions. In theory, no one can survive torture. Don't blame me.
Okay, people with such seniority as Lao Zheng have emotional ups and downs, so I’ll be alone for a while without affecting my work.” Meng Ying now opens the door to the world of complaints whenever she encounters the system, which is simply a high-level tree hole to relieve psychological stress.
"It's an 'excellent domestic TV plot sorting system'." The system emphasized weakly, but was completely ignored by Meng Ying. It had to talk about something else, "Don't forget Zheng Yaoxian reminded you today, you must go back to the hospital before the afternoon and stay well.
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"I remember. Hey, no, why is there a traffic jam ahead?" Meng Yingcai responded absently. When she returned to reality, she found that the road ahead was crowded with people, waving her arms and shouting slogans from time to time.
Why does this scene look so familiar?
Sure enough, the rickshaw driver poked his head and said shrunkenly: "Madam, why don't you get out of the car? There seems to be some swimming in front of you."
Are you still using Xiang? I’m afraid the momentum is not small. Meng Ying accepted her fate and paid to get out of the car. She walked a few steps and found a pastry stall. Then she sat down and prepared to order a bowl of hot spicy noodles to soothe her soul.
, I heard the system shouting, "Host host, evacuate quickly. The malicious old man in front is named Meng. He is the guerrilla/captain and is preparing to arrest you."