Su Qiuping heard that Li Fei was naive and childish, and it was difficult to explain so much to her. Seeing how beautiful she was, Su Qiuping grabbed a handful of dirt on the ground and wiped it on her face. Li Fei quickly dodged and shouted: "What are you doing?"
You are so naughty and so dirty!"
Su Qiuping said: "You are so beautiful. It is not a good thing at this time. It may bring disaster to you, so you should cover it up."
Li Fei refused to smear mud on her face no matter what, and said: "What disaster can be more terrible than having your face stink?"
Lang Shuoyang said: "She can protect herself. You don't need to worry about her. It will be bad luck for the Japanese if they meet her. You can go alone. I am going to find my friends. Let's go separately!"
Lang Shuoyang took a few steps and suddenly remembered something. He turned around and said to Su Qiuping: "Miss, I seem to remember that the book said that the Japanese did not spare Jinling Girls' School. You should be more careful." Su Qiuping couldn't understand what he was saying and thought.
He has mental problems.
Lang Shuoyang was anxious to find Lang Zixuan and Miffel, so he turned around and disappeared around the corner of the street.
At this time, there were constant gunshots on the street, and the situation was critical. Su Qiuping did not dare to delay in helping Li Fei and left. Li Fei was weak at this time and could not use magic. Fortunately, Su Qiuping was helping her, otherwise she would not be able to walk.
It's all very difficult.
As Lang Shuoyang walked, he looked around and saw broken tiles and broken walls all over the street. From time to time, people could be seen lying dead on the street. It was really a scene of human tragedy.
At this time, there was a sound of neat running, and a whole group of Japanese soldiers in yellow clothes ran over from the end of the street, all carrying long guns on their shoulders. Lang Shuoyang was shocked, and did not find Lang Zixuan and Miffel. Not wanting to cause trouble, he quickly ducked
He jumped into an alley, but the Japanese soldiers on the opposite side had already spotted him, chased him with shouts, and kept firing shots into the sky to warn Lang Shuoyang not to run away again.
Lang Shuoyang refused to listen and kept running away. The Japanese army became anxious and fired rows of bullets.
Lang Shuoyang was not familiar with the road, so he got into a blind alley, and a large black wall more than ten feet high blocked his face. Listening to the footsteps and shouts behind him, Lang Shuoyang jumped up. The moment he leaped over the wall, behind him
The gunfire sounded like exploding beans, and the bullets were like locusts. A bullet hit his shoulder!
Lang Shuoyang felt a huge shock on his shoulders and somersaulted into the courtyard.
Lang Shuoyang heard the screams in the Japanese military building outside the courtyard, and knew that he had to come in for a search immediately. He endured the gunshot wounds and climbed over several courtyards one after another. Lang Shuoyang concentrated on trying his flying skills, but he couldn't fly at all. He couldn't help but sigh.
Nothing is left of the strength!
He stopped in a large courtyard and took a look at the courtyard. He couldn't help but be attracted by the scenery in front of him. He saw rockery ponds, pavilions and pavilions, and the scenery was very elegant. He wanted to stop and take a look, turned around the rockery, and behind it was
A moon gate is a courtyard, a pebble-paved path, and trees and flowers on both sides.
It seems to be the middle of winter, with branches and flowers dying, but you can still feel a kind of warmth in this tragic scene in the city. When he came to an exquisite and unique second floor, Lang Shuoyang took a breath and jumped up to get there.
Jumping onto the second floor terrace, just as he was in mid-air, the door on the terrace suddenly opened and someone walked out. Lang Shuoyang was startled and wanted to avoid it, but a pain hit his shoulder and he suddenly turned around in mid-air.
Weightless, he fell down with a "plop" and lay on the platform. He heard a woman exclaim, and a delicate voice said: "Hey, who are you, and why did you come to the backyard?"
Lang Shuoyang slowly raised his head, first seeing a pair of pink shoes embroidered with peonies, then a pink silk dress, and then a face as pink as a flower, staring at him with a pair of watery almond eyes. What was in front of him was
The woman is young and beautiful, she must be the eldest lady of this family.
Lang Shuoyang quickly got up, covered his shoulders and said: "I was chased by the Japanese. I panicked and didn't choose the route. I disturbed the lady!"
But the young lady was not as nervous as he was. She smiled at him, showing her teeth as white as jade: "You are hiding from the Japanese soldiers. Dad said that the Japanese soldiers are bad, like bandits."
Lang Shuoyang also nodded and smiled and said, "I'm leaving, so let's hide somewhere else!"
When the young lady saw Lang Shuoyang's bleeding shoulder, she quickly said, "You're injured. Don't leave. I'll take a look at you! I learned first aid in school."
Lang Shuoyang saw that the young lady was so generous, and if he had to avoid suspicion, he would be stingy, so he nodded his thanks and followed the young lady into her boudoir.
The lady asked Lang Shuoyang to sit on the stool, and then went to get the medicine box. While rummaging through the boxes, she said: "You don't have to be afraid. Dad said that as long as we Chinese people unite, the Japanese will not be rampant for long. Alas, it is a pity that now
We Chinese people are just not united enough, so we were defeated by Japanese soldiers who were several times fewer than us."
Lang Shuoyang nodded repeatedly as he listened to her words.
This lady came over with the medicine box and helped Lang Shuoyang unbutton his clothes, revealing his strong back.
"My name is Cheng Wenjun, you can just call me Wenjun. I'm seventeen years old, how about you?" the lady said while wiping his blood with cotton wool.
"Lang Shuoyang, twenty-two years old!"
"Oh, can I call you Brother Lang?"
"certainly."
"I want to help you take out the warhead, but there is no anesthetic. Can you bear it?" Miss Wenjun asked.
Lang Shuoyang nodded: "No problem, I can bear it!"
Miss Wenjun really dared to take action and used tweezers to pull out the bullet embedded in Lang Shuoyang's shoulder bone. Looking at Lang Shuoyang who was sweating profusely but silent, Wenjun was filled with admiration: "Brother Lang, you are so brave.
When I was a volunteer in a hospital, I saw many injured people yelling and screaming while treating their injuries. It was completely unmanly!"
Lang Shuoyang smiled and said: "I just have less pain nerves!"
"You are so humble." Miss Wenjun asked while helping Lang Shuoyang bandage his wounds: "Brother Lang, are you a soldier of the government?"
"No, I was looking for friends again and got lost!"
"You are not from Nanjing?"
"Yeah." Lang Shuoyang got dressed.
"Then how about I ask my dad to help you? My dad is very capable!"
"Well, I can see that!" Lang Shuoyang glanced at Wenjun's elegantly decorated boudoir and nodded.
At this time, there was a sound on the stairs outside the door, and a maid ran up and said outside the door: "Miss, the master said that some Japanese are coming, and asked me to tell you not to go to the front yard."
Wenjun hurriedly asked: "Will dad be in danger?"
The mother-in-law said: "Grandpa said he would be able to handle it. You have to be obedient and go and stay out."
"knew."
Hearing Wenjun's promise, the woman hurried downstairs again. Wenjun's face was rosy and he looked a little excited. He said to Lang Shuoyang: "You have seen the Japanese, right? What do they look like?"