First, Ah Hai has escaped from danger, don't worry.
Secondly, Ah Hai’s previous job was to help child labor. The current young girl Yang Ximei in the wreck area of Pingjiang Village, and her sister Yang Damei was persecuted to death by capitalists. Her seriously ill mother has also passed away.
Ahai avoided the arrest of spies and was not good at coming forward, so he asked Fang Muheng to rescue Yang Ximei and sent him to the nursing home in Nanshi.
Nanshi Nursing Home, is this place related to the Red Party?
Liu Bo thought to himself that he rejected the judgment.
He knew that this nursing home located in Nanshi was quite famous in Shanghai. The nursing home was well-behaved by Mrs. Sun. Many Shanghai citizens also donated money and materials, and the conditions were better.
It seems reasonable that the Red Party chose this nursing home.
However, no matter what, the Red Party sent people to contact Fang Muheng, which is good news. Through Fang Muheng, he can further contact the Red Party.
Within the Japanese army, the Red Party was generally not valued, and it was believed that this red armed force, which was oppressed by the state government in the barren areas of northern Shaanxi, was not worth mentioning.
However, Liu Bo doesn't think so. He has always been vigilant about the Red. As far as he knows, many anti-Japanese groups in Shanghai are related to the Red Party.
Compared with enemies who use swords and guns on the battlefield, the Red Party spared no effort to promote anti-Japanese among the Chinese people and promote the pride of the Chinese nation. This subtle influence is more worthy of vigilance.
...
Fang Muheng was in a good mood when he learned that Ah Hai was out of danger.
Fang Muheng admires Yang Ximei, who is still concerned about the shack in this situation, and this is why he is willing to move closer to the Red Party.
"Brother Liu, I plan to bring Yang Ximei home, give her the best life, teach her to read, go to school, and live a life that a Chinese child should have." Fang Muheng said excitedly.
"No!" Liu Bo flatly objected, "The letter said that if Yang Ximei wants to send her to the Nanshi Nursing Home, she must do it according to the arrangements in the letter."
"Why?" Fang Muheng retorted, "The child in the nursing home is so pitiful. She can have a more comfortable life in my house."
"Mu Heng, your idea is good." Liu Bo said earnestly, "But remember, you must strictly execute the commands."
Looking at Fang Muheng who was still refuting, Liu Bo said with a serious expression, "Forgot what I said? Patriotism does not do whatever you want, but strictly abide by discipline. Do you know why Ah Hai has not further developed you into their organization?"
"Why?" Fang Muheng asked.
"Your patriotic enthusiasm is commendable, but Mu Heng, you must change your casual style and be cautious and restrain yourself with strict discipline." Liu Bo's expression was serious, "If you can't do this, Ahai and his organization will not really accept you."
Hearing Liu Bo's earnest words, Fang Muheng was stunned. He thought carefully and finally nodded slowly, "I understand, I will pay attention."
"I hope you really understand." Liu Bo sighed.
He felt that he was worried about Fang Muheng.
Fang Muheng is a fool, he is very happy, which means he can play Fang Muheng in his palms.
However, he had to persuade and cultivate Fang Muheng. Only when Fang Muheng keeps making progress can he be finally accepted by the Red Party and he can successfully invade the Red Party.
Liu Bo himself thought it was ridiculous. As an excellent imperial agent, he had to take great pains to help the Red Party train a revolutionary.
...
On the banks of the Suzhou River.
Wozhang District, Pingjiang Village.
"Eat slowly, don't choke." An agent from the Party Investigation Office slapped Yang Ximei in the head.
Mei Yang raised her head and grinned at him with gratitude.
In the past two days, Yang Ximei felt that she was living in heaven. This was a good day she had never had enough food to eat since she could remember.
"Like a cat." The agent frowned in disgust, picked up his towel, and helped Yang Ximei wipe the soil on her face.
"Fatty, you are stupid. You really raised this girl as a daughter." Another thin agent cursed and glared at Yang Ximei.
Mei Yang hid in the corner timidly, protecting the steamed buns in her hand.
This uncle is a bad guy and always beats her. Although that uncle beats her too, he is a good person to give her something to eat.
"Where is Yang Ximei's home?"
The sound of a man asking for directions came from outside.
The two agents looked at each other, 'It's finally here!'
"Girl, eat slowly." said the fat man.
"Fatty, why are you fucking procrastinating?" the thin man cursed.
The two of them lifted up the worn bamboo mat, crawled out, and hid to monitor.
...
Yang Ximei looked at the half-eat steamed buns in her hand, and then looked at the empty and dirty shack. She was scared that the little girl felt panic about losing her loved ones.
"Uncle, uncle." Yang Ximei shouted.
"Shut up and beat you up!" the thin man whispered intimidation.
Yang Ximei was frightened and didn't dare to say anything anymore. Looking at the half-pulled steamed bun in her hand, she was a little helpless, but suddenly she was trembling with fear:
Are you here to grab your own steamed buns?
She wanted to hide the steamed buns, look left and right, and there was no place to hide them.
The little girl rolled the steamed buns desperately in the mud and water in panic, and then hid the extremely dirty steamed buns behind her, so no one should have snatched them.
...
The rolling dragon-style shack is less than one meter high.
Liu Bo did not come in and was waiting outside while looking at the slum.
Fang Muheng didn't care about his bright and beautiful suit at all. He came in half kneeling and saw the little Nannan looking at him in horror.
"Your name is Yang Ximei?" Fang Muheng's face showed a sunny smile and asked in a low voice.
The frightened little girl hid her hands behind her and tried her best to hide back, but she fell down directly, and the dirty and smelly half-pulled bun fell into the mud and water.
"Mutou, my steamed bun." Yang Ximei rushed up directly, picked up the dirty steamed bun, and tried her best to stuff it into her mouth.
Fang Muheng went up to hug Yang Ximei. Yang Ximei struggled desperately, but still didn't stop.
"Dirty, dirty, don't eat it." Fang Muheng tried to pick out the steamed buns, but the little girl bit her right hand tightly.
Fang Muheng has been afraid of pain since he was a child. At this moment, he did not scream or rescue his right hand from Yang Ximei's mouth.
He hugged Yang Ximei with one hand, sat in the mud and water, took out a piece of fruit candy from his suit pocket, and still smiled and said, "Eat this."
Yang Ximei was stunned when she looked at the fruit candy wrapped in colorful candy paper.
Release his mouth.
...
Fang Muheng looked at the blood stains and tooth marks on the back of his right hand. He felt so painful in his heart, not because he felt sorry for himself, but because he felt sorry for Yang Ximei.
He carefully pushed away the candy paper, put the fruit candy into Yang Ximei's mouth, and asked softly, "Simei, is it sweet?"
Yang Ximei's eyes widened in horror. Suddenly, an indescribable surprise flashed in the little girl's eyes.
"Let's go, Ximei, uncle will take you home." Fang Muheng half-kneeled, picked up Yang Ximei with both hands, carefully, and slowly retreated, as if he was holding up the most precious treasure in the world.
Behind him, behind the bamboo mat, two pairs of eyes were watching all this.