A man in his mid-thirties, with a thin face and wearing a pair of sunglasses, leaned on his seat and closed his eyes to meditate.
He was Shen Zhifeng. He escaped from Yan'an and found Hu Zongnan's troops. After identifying himself, he rushed directly to Nanjing under the escort of the army.
In fact, if Shen Zhifeng left two days later, he would probably be found out!
There were more than a dozen students in the carriage. One of the short-haired girls stood up, moved an accordion from the luggage rack, and said, "Students, shall we sing?"
"good!"
"What song?"
"March of the Minutemen!"
"good!"
"This song is great!"
The sound of the accordion sounded, and the exciting singing resounded throughout the entire carriage.
"Get up, people who don't want to be slaves, use our flesh and blood to build our new Great Wall! The Chinese nation is at its most dangerous time, and everyone is forced to let out the last roar, get up! Get up! Get up!..."
Under the influence of the students' youthful and energetic singing, more people joined in the chorus.
With a smile on his face, Shen Zhifeng beat the beat with his hands and hummed along softly.
This song is very popular, and its lyrics and music are impassioned and inspiring. Especially during the Anti-Japanese War, it was very influential.
"We have arrived at Cangzhou Station. Passengers getting off the train should prepare in advance!" the conductor announced from the loudspeaker.
A few minutes later, the train slowly stopped at Cangzhou Station, trailing white steam.
A group of people got off and another group got on.
The train stopped briefly in Cangzhou for ten minutes and continued towards Yanjin with the whistle blowing.
A middle-aged man wearing a gray cloth gown and a black top hat walked into the carriage carrying a suitcase.
On the other side of Shen Zhifeng's seat was a young couple with a five or six-year-old boy. They looked like a family of three.
"Excuse me, is there anyone here?" the middle-aged man asked.
"No, you can sit wherever you like," the husband replied.
"Thank you." The middle-aged man said politely.
He put the suitcase on the luggage rack, then sat down and nodded to the couple as a greeting.
The boy looked at the stranger curiously, wanting to talk to him, but also a bit aloof.
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "How old are you?"
"Five years old!" said the boy.
"What is your name?"
"My name is Xiaohu."
"Well, he has a tiger head and a tiger brain, and he lives up to his name!"
The boy was praised and immediately became familiar with the middle-aged man. He pulled out an object from his waist and said, "Look, I have a gun!"
The middle-aged man raised his hand and said with a smile: Don't shoot, I'm a good guy!"
This is a revolver chipped from wood. The body of the gun is painted black, and the trigger and front sight are all complete.
It can be seen that the person who made this gun put a lot of effort into it, and it even has a rotating wheel.
The boy tilted his head and thought for a while, then handed the toy gun over and said, "You are a good person. I can lend you my gun to look at."
The middle-aged man took it and said jokingly: "I have never used a gun. Can you teach me how to use it?"
"Aim, turn the wheel again, and that's it!" The boy leaned over and pointed carefully.
"Oh, I need to spin the wheel..."
"Just turn it like this!"
The boy stretched out his hand and the wheel spun a few times.
"Is that so?" The middle-aged man pushed down with his thumb, making the wheel spin faster.
The boy clapped his hands excitedly and cheered: "You did a great job!"
At first, Shen Zhifeng didn't pay attention to this middle-aged man. During the long journey, it was not surprising to meet any kind of people.
The middle-aged man turned the wheel, which made Shen Zhifeng's heart move. Although it was a fake gun, only those who often use revolvers can operate it so skillfully!
It's not that a person who has never touched a gun can't do this kind of action, it's just a guess based on probability.
This person may have used a revolver!
Shen Zhifeng said to himself in his heart.
The students are still singing.
"The wind is roaring, the horses are braying, the Yellow River is roaring, the Yellow River is roaring..."
"Make way, make way, tickets are being checked!" The train policeman walked in, followed by two men in civilian clothes.
Arriving in front of the students' seats, the girl playing the accordion said, "We'll check the tickets later. We want to sing!"
The police didn't care and said, "I'll check your tickets when you come back."
"Thank you!" the girl said cheerfully.
"Look at the ticket," the policeman said to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man took out the ticket from his arms and handed it over.
"Identification," the policeman said.
"When checking tickets, do you need to see your ID?"
"Yes, everyone who gets on the bus from Hebei will have their ID checked."
"What kind of rule is this..."
The middle-aged man complained, took out his ID and handed it over.
The police checked the certificate and read out the name: "Wang Dongsheng... why are you going to Yanjin?"
"Going to relatives." Wang Dongsheng said.
The policeman looked at him, returned the ticket and ID, and said, "Okay."
The two plainclothes men remained silent, examined Wang Dongsheng for a while, and then followed the police to continue checking tickets.
Shen Zhifeng could tell that these two people didn't look like staff. They seemed to be looking for someone, and that person must have gotten on the bus from Hebei!
Wang Dongsheng leaned towards the door of the carriage and looked at it. When he saw someone coming out of the toilet, he immediately got up and walked over.
After entering the toilet, Wang Dongsheng turned around, locked the door, and took out an ID card from his arms. The name on it was Lu Huaiyi.
I lit the document with a match and threw it into the toilet. When it turned into ashes, I reached out and pulled the toilet cord, and the ashes disappeared instantly.
After finishing all this, Wang Dongsheng lit a cigarette.
“Tuk-tuk!”
There was a knock on the door.
Wang Dongsheng said: "Wait a moment, it will be fine soon."
After he finished smoking, he opened the toilet door.
Waiting outside the door was Shen Zhifeng. Wang Dongsheng nodded slightly, passed through the singing students, and returned to his seat.
Shen Zhifeng entered the toilet, raised his nose and smelled it. There was only the smell of cigarettes in the small space.
After coming out of the toilet, he did not return to his seat. He stood at the train connection and looked out the window at the rapidly reversing scenery.
When the police officer was checking his ID just now, he noticed that Wang Dongsheng's hand was originally reaching for his left pocket, but he temporarily reached for his right pocket.
When you are away from home, a mature and stable middle-aged man will not be able to remember where to put his ID?
Obviously impossible!
Judging from Wang Dongsheng's behavior, he seemed to be hesitating.
Why are you hesitating?
Could it be that he had two documents and was hesitant about which one to show to the police for inspection?
The Yellow River Cantata came to an end, and the police and two plainclothes men also returned.
"Aren't you going to check the tickets?" the female student raised the ticket in her hand and said to the police.
"We'll check again when we come back!" the policeman said perfunctorily and hurried to another carriage.
Shen Zhifeng turned around and said: "Don't leave yet, check that Wang Dongsheng again!"