Geng Chaozhong slowly turned around, and the leaves rustled. In the darkness, the dark green locust leaves almost blended into the night, and the sound came from there.
"When people reach middle age, they have the pain of living in a foreign land, but it doesn't matter if they have good fortune." In the darkness, an old and hoarse voice continued to sound.
"It's you!" Geng Chaozhong was surprised again.
He could tell that this was the old fortune teller who met him at the entrance of Tianshui Hutong, the peripheral person mentioned by Wang Tianmu!
"It's me. Come back quickly and don't take risks." The old fortune teller said.
Geng Chaozhong moved back slowly. It was obvious that this old man was a friend, not an enemy. Otherwise, if he had just come here casually, he would have been dead on the ground.
Slowly moving to the place where the sound came from, Geng Chaozhong finally saw clearly. The old man was wearing a mandarin jacket, and his short body was nestled at the junction of the trunk and branches. In addition, the branches were deep and leafy, and the leaves were rustling in the strong wind.
I didn't even notice it.
"Why are you here? By the way, how did you get up here?" Geng Chaozhong was filled with doubts. It would be fine if the old man could escape, but the locust tree is not short. How did such a withered old man get up here?
?
"Of course I climbed up." In the darkness, the old man's eyes were like a deep pool. "Sir, don't go back. It's full of Japanese people now, and none of them have escaped."
"Where's Station Commander Wang? Is he back?" Geng Chaozhong asked. This was the question he was most concerned about.
"He went out around eight o'clock and never came back. The Japanese are also looking for him." The old man replied again.
It seemed that the old fortune teller knew a lot. At that time, Wang Tianmu went out to meet Geng Chaozhong.
"So, who are you?"
Geng Chaozhong was silent for a moment and finally asked.
"Sir, are you asking for my name?" The old man still looked calm, "My name is Geng Yunxing, you can just call me Old Man Geng."
“…..”
"What's wrong?" The old man was a little curious.
"Nothing." Geng Chaozhong was a little confused. On this strange night, in this strange tree, the strange person he met also had the surname Geng!
"Where are you from?" Geng Chaozhong suddenly asked something incomprehensible.
"People from Gengcun, Gaocheng, Hebei, what's wrong?" The old man was equally confused.
Geng Chaozhong took another breath of cold air, moved his body a little closer to the old man, and looked at the old man's face carefully.
"What's wrong?"
The old man shrank back in disgust. This guy was so strange. Under such circumstances, instead of asking how the Japanese found this place, he only asked some incomprehensible questions.
"Stationmaster Wang said you are from Rehe." Geng Chaozhong said.
"It's from Rehe, but my son went to Rehe, and I followed him there," the old man said.
Geng Chaozhong was silent again, but soon he spoke: "If you don't take the opportunity to escape, why are you hiding here?"
"I'm afraid someone will come back and be caught by the Japanese without knowing it," said Old Man Geng.
"Everyone who can run has run away, and those who can't can't run away. Don't wait any longer. Let's go!" Geng Chaozhong moved and seemed to be getting ready to get off the tree.
"Okay," Old Geng looked around hesitantly, "has Station Commander Wang run away?"
"Run away." Geng Chaozhong jumped down from the tree lightly and stretched out his hand to support old man Geng. Unexpectedly, old man Geng didn't respond at all. He just jumped lightly and floated to the ground like a fallen leaf without making any sound.
No sound at all!
"Old man, you are a master!"
Geng Chaozhong sighed, said no more, and walked quickly out of the alley. Old Geng followed behind without saying a word, because he was just a peripheral person.
"Senior Geng, how did you escape?" Geng Chaozhong asked as he walked.
"I live in a woodshed at the entrance of the alley. I can't sleep well when I'm old. I heard some noise outside and took a look outside. I saw a lot of people gathered outside the alley. I just thought
I went in to report the news, but before I could move, the gang rushed in, and I never dared to move again." Old Geng replied.
"How did you join the Fuxing Society?" Geng Chaozhong asked again.
"My son is from the Secret Service, but I didn't find out until later. When he died, the station picked me up. Station Commander Wang saw that I could come a few times, and he had been in the world before, so he asked me to do it here.
An outside line." Old Geng's tone was a bit dull.
The two of them walked and chatted, and not long after, they arrived at the abandoned house. Geng Chaozhong took a broken bowl and jumped to the house next door. After a while, he left with the bowl.
He came back, handed it over and said, "Senior Geng, have a drink of water!"
"Sir, thank you very much." Old Geng took the water and drank it in one gulp.
After sitting in the tree for several hours, the old man was very thirsty.
"Stop calling me sir, I'm not a high official. How about you call me Xiao Fang and I'll call you Lao Geng?" Geng Chaozhong said.
"Okay," Lao Geng agreed, looking quite free and easy, "Where are we going now?"
"Let's make do with it for one night, and we'll think of a solution tomorrow." Geng Chaozhong found a place to lie down.
"Okay." The old man was already in his early sixties. He seemed to be exhausted from the whole night. After drinking the water, he huddled against the wall and became motionless.
"The people from Geng Village in Gaocheng are the Geng Village passed down by Zhu Hongwu?" Geng Chaozhong's voice came from the darkness.
"Yes, our ancestor was Geng Zaichen, the general under Lord Hong Wu. Within a radius of dozens of miles, even as far as Rehe and Inner Mongolia, there are children of our Geng family." The old man answered very quickly, and it seemed that he was also a straightforward character when he was young.
"What class are you from?" Geng Chaozhong asked again.
"Yun Wang Yu He Chao, I am from the generation of Yun," Old Man Geng replied subconsciously, and then as if he realized something, he asked: "Have you been to Geng Village?"
"I have an old uncle who is from Gengcun," Geng Chaozhong said casually, "I heard that everyone in your village practices martial arts?"
"Not everyone, but they have all learned a few tricks. The main thing is Xingyi Bagua. After you have learned it, you can go to the home nursing school to take the martial arts exam and walk the darts." The old man showed a bit of a wry smile on his lips, "If I hadn't learned a few tricks,
, my son would not have joined the Secret Service, and if he had not joined the Secret Service, my son would not have died."
Geng Chaozhong sighed.
Troubled times were just like that. Those who were incompetent could farm, those who were somewhat capable could look after homes and homes, and those who were more capable could study hard. The only ways out at that time were these.
"I heard from Stationmaster Wang that you have a grandson..." Geng Chaozhong said again.
"He's dead. He was blown up by the Japanese."
Old Geng's voice was as calm as ever, but Geng Chaozhong could hear that it was a kind of hatred that went deep into his bones.
Geng Chaozhong stopped talking and seemed to be thinking about the past quietly.
In fact, Geng Chaozhong's ancestors were from Gengcun. His father was from the "Yun Wang Yu He Chao" family, and his grandfather was from the Yu family...
This old man Geng is his ancestor according to his seniority!
"When my son dies, he dies. When I was young, I also worked as a escort. How can I have a good death while doing this business? But my grandson, he is only five years old! He is chubby, round and tender, and he is only five years old! Mine
Kiss me, baby!”
In the corner, Old Geng suddenly burst into tears.
