Albert Road, in front of a wall with various notices and posters.
A little boy asked his mother in a low voice.
He didn't understand why his mother's hair was suddenly wrapped in a scarf, nor why his mother suddenly rushed into the house, pulled him and left.
This is a well-behaved child.
His mother told him to shut up and stop asking questions, so he shut up obediently.
But seeing that he had been away from home for a long time, Feng Xiaoke became a little anxious, so he agreed to play with the fat guy next door in the afternoon.
"Be good, little kid. Mommy will take you to find daddy." Miaopu touched his son's head and whispered.
"Really?" Feng Xiaoke was very happy and asked immediately.
He hadn't seen his father for a long time. Every time he asked his mother, her mother said that his father had gone to work somewhere far away.
Moreover, every time he asked his mother, her mother seemed to be in a bad mood.
Gradually, although Feng Xiaoke still missed his father, the well-behaved and sensible child rarely asked his mother questions about his father.
Unexpectedly, his mother took the initiative to tell him to find his father today. This made Feng Xiaoke very excited and eagerly looking forward to it. He missed his father so much.
…
"Of course it's true, but Xiao Ke, please be good and don't disturb your mother." Miao Pu glanced at his son lovingly, forced a smile and said.
It has been nearly two years since her husband Feng Jiazhang was killed by Japanese invaders in Northeast China and died a heroic death. This is an eternal pain in her heart.
Now, in order to temporarily comfort her son, she could only poke her own scars and lie to her son that she would take him to find his father.
"Xiao Ke, shut up." Feng Xiaoke covered his mouth and said quickly.
The nursery is crowded in front of the poster wall, crowded with people looking at various notices and advertisements.
She is looking for the bulletin message she wants to see.
Before her father-in-law Peng Yuou left Shanghai, he had a serious organizational talk with her, telling her that if there was a very dangerous situation and she needed to evacuate immediately, she would come here to look for Comrade "Snail".
Finally, Miaopu saw the information he wanted to see in a notice in a clothing store recruiting female workers who could use sewing machines.
There is nothing special about the information itself.
What's important is that the recruitment advertisement contains two double-word codes. When these two repeated words are connected, they are the identity-proof code.
The nursery identified the advertisement and then saw the address and contact name.
Meng Fanhua, a name that sounds very beautiful.
…
Half an hour later, a rickshaw stopped on the road opposite the entrance of a garment shop.
Miaopu got off the bus with his son Feng Xiaoke.
She paid the fare and did not take her son directly to the clothing store.
Instead, he took his son to a wonton stall not far away and ordered two bowls of small wontons.
While eating small wontons, I pretended to ask the stall owner how the craftsmanship of the clothing store across the road was? How is the business?
The stall owners are a middle-aged couple. The woman has dark skin, and you can see cracks on her hands that have been cracked by the cold.
She seemed to like children very much and was also very talkative. She responded enthusiastically to inquiries about the nursery, although some of her words were in quackery.
Miaopu felt a little relieved. Through her unclear questioning, she could confirm four points:
The clothing store has been open for several years and is not a new one.
The owner of the clothing shop has always been a woman, and there is no suspicious change of shop owner.
The woman didn't know the name of the owner of the clothing shop, but she did know that her surname was Meng. Everyone called the proprietress surnamed Meng, Aunt Hua, which was very close to Meng Fanhua's name.
Fourth, this clothing shop has good craftsmanship and good business.
In this way, the nursery is relieved.
She had just narrowly escaped from the enemy's capture, but now she was like a frightened bird and was extremely cautious.
She glanced at her son. Feng Xiaoke was eating wontons with big mouthfuls, obviously very hungry.
She is not afraid of being arrested and sacrificed, she is worried about her son.
Her husband, Feng Jiazhang, died. Feng Jiazhang was Peng Yuou's only son. The Feng family had only one generation for several generations. She couldn't bear the thought of her son being killed along with her.
"Have you eaten enough?" Miao Pu smiled and subconsciously took out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of his son's mouth. He put his hand into his pocket and decisively changed his mind and directly wiped the corners of his son's mouth with his own sleeve.
"I'm full." Feng Xiaoke said happily. In fact, he was only half full, but when he thought that his mother would take him to find his father, he couldn't wait.
…
Miao Pu took his son Feng Xiaoke's hand and entered the door of the garment shop.
The young boy Yang Xin had a measuring tape hanging around his neck and was cleaning the counter with a feather duster. Hearing the movement behind him, he turned around and saw the mother and son.
The little boy was about six or seven years old. He was wearing a blue-gray cotton-padded jacket. He had a runny nose because of the cold weather, and his nose was red from the cold from blowing his nose.
My mother was in her thirties, wearing a blue floral cotton-padded jacket and her hair covered with a turban. She seemed to have come to the city from the countryside, with a hint of timidity on her face.
"You two, do you want to make clothes?" Yang Xin raised his nostrils slightly, seeming to look down on the mother and son, not thinking that they had money to make clothes. However, after all, he did not chase people away and asked in a formulaic manner.
As he said that, he pointed to the rows of clothes hanging on the wall, especially the ones with relatively cheap prices, "Look at the styles, which one do you like?"
…
"I'm not here to buy clothes." Miao Pu said with a northern Jiangsu accent, "I'm here to see Boss Meng Fanhua."
Yang Xin was a little surprised when he heard that he was not making clothes, but came to see our employer, "What are you doing with our employer?"
"I saw an advertisement that the shop wanted a sewing maid," Miaopu said.
Yang Xin yawned, "We're full, you're late."
"I just saw the recruitment notice." Miao Pu looked down at his son and whispered.
"What a coincidence. We were originally recruiting people, but my boss's relatives in the countryside are coming to Shanghai, so they can be a good replacement." Yang Xin said with a smile without much sincerity on his face.
"I'm different." Miao Pu said.
"What's the difference?" Yang Xin asked casually, but his eyes were wary as he looked outside the store.
"I can read." Miao Pu said.
"What's the point of being literate? What we want is a sewing girl. How can you use a sewing machine to show off the characters on clothes?" Yang Xin said with a smile, with a very serious expression on his face.
"I can read and read. I read a book on sewing machine repair and taught myself how to repair a sewing machine," Miao Pu said.
"What book is so powerful that you can learn it by yourself?" Yang Xin was excited and asked immediately.
"I don't remember the title of the book. I just remember that it was written by a person named Fang."
"You really know how to repair a sewing machine, don't lie to me." Yang Xin asked.
"Yes! If you don't believe me, give me a try."
"There happens to be a sewing machine that's broken. I'll ask the owner and you go try it." Yang Xin nodded.
He walked out of the counter, opened the door curtain, and shouted into the back room, "Boss, this woman said she can repair sewing machines."
…
Xiong Jiashang was embroidering a cheongsam and looked up at Yang Xin.
Yang Xin nodded.
Xiong Jiashang understood immediately, with a look of joy on his face.
"This is a coincidence. Let her come in."
"You go in." Yang Xin said. He glanced at the little boy beside the nursery and hesitated a little. However, he quickly said with a straight face, "Children can't go in. It's full of fabrics. Don't damage it."
"I won't touch it randomly." Feng Xiaoke didn't want to be separated from her mother and said quickly.
But Miaopu understood what the other party meant. She bent down, helped her son stretch out his cotton-padded jacket, and said, "Little boy, be good, wait here, don't run around, mom is inside."
Yang Xin showed a reluctant expression, took out a fruit candy from his body, handed it over, "Go, sit over there and eat the candy."
Feng Xiaoke looked at his mother.
Seeing Miao Bo nodding, he took the fruit candy, said thank you, and sat on a small stool in the corner. He didn't open the candy wrapper and ate it, just in a daze.
…
Xiong Jiashang closed the door.
"The book you read on repairing sewing machines, the author's surname is Fang?" Xiong Jiashang looked at the woman in front of him.
She heard the voices outside just now, and she was surprised. She didn't expect that this lesbian came to meet with her child.
Although there is no explicit prohibition in organizational discipline, this is a situation that should be avoided as much as possible. Children are young and do not know how to keep secrets. It is easy to leak some seemingly insignificant details in a few words, but they may be fatal.
However, Xiong Jiashang just kept the surprise and doubt in her heart for the time being. She guessed that the other party might have some compelling reasons.
"Fang Wenwen." Miaopu said.
The passwords match, this is the final confirmation password.
The surname Fang was not chosen casually. It was the surname of Xiong Jiashang's grandfather, and Wenwen was the name of Xiong Jiashang's son Xie Wenwen. Two years ago, Xie Wenwen died in Longhua, at the place where his father Xie Tianhua died.
…
"Comrade 'Snail'!"
"Comrade 'Daffodil'!"
The expressions of both of them were extremely excited and uplifting, and their hands were clasped together tightly.
Miaopu's body swayed and she almost fainted. After narrowly escaping from the enemy's capture, her spirit has been in a state of high tension. She has to secretly search for the organization, take care of her son, and be alert to the pursuit of the spies.
At this moment, I finally saw my comrade, and I felt relieved and a little dizzy.
"How's it going? Are you feeling better?" Xiong Jiashang asked with concern as he helped Miao Pu sit down, took a few sips of water.
"It's okay." Miao Pu said, "I have an old problem of anemia."
"Comrade Narcissus, what happened?" Xiong Jiashang asked with a serious expression. She glanced in the direction of the door.
Miaopu knows what Comrade ‘Snail’ means.
"I was captured by the enemy and barely escaped, so I had no choice but to rush home and take my son out with me," Miaopu said.
"Captured by the enemy? Were you exposed? How were you exposed?" After hearing this, Xiong Jiashang asked with an extremely serious expression.
"How it was exposed, I'm still confused." Miaopu said with a frown.
…
"My job is as an operator in the telegraph hall. I was working in the booth today when I saw the secret agent coming towards the telegraph hall."
"How can you be sure that the spies are here for you?" Xiong Jiashan asked.
"I realized something was wrong and immediately burned the confidential documents. Then a spy pointed a gun at me at the window and asked me if I was Miaopu and told me not to move." Miaopu said.
Xiong Jiashang's expression was extremely solemn. From what he heard, he could naturally tell that the enemy was targeting Comrade "Daffodil".
However, at the same time, a bigger doubt arose in Xiong Jiashang's mind. How did Comrade "Daffodil" escape from the clutches of the enemy when he was pointed at gunpoint by the enemy?
She couldn't figure it out.
According to common sense, the enemy must be very well prepared for this kind of arrest that goes directly towards the target.
And it is said that according to the current understanding of the situation, Comrade "Daffodil" is only an intelligence officer, not an operative of our party, and does not have the ability to fight with the enemy and successfully break through.
Moreover, according to the situation described by Comrade "Daffodil", he was pointed at gunpoint by the enemy. Even the action ace of our party's Special Branch Red Team back then would have been extremely difficult to break out of the encirclement under such circumstances. Either he would take the initiative to lure the enemy.
Shoot, sacrifice yourself, keep the secret, or stand up and resist, only to be killed or wounded by the enemy and arrested.
Naturally, Miaopu understood what Comrade Tian Luo meant by asking this question, and he could also understand Comrade Tian Luo's caution, worry and suspicion.
"I'm still a little confused even now." Miaopu shook his head and showed a puzzled expression, "Just when I thought I was about to be arrested by the enemy, something unexpected happened."
"There was a sudden bang, and there was an explosion not far from the telegraph hall." Miaopu said.
"Then I saw the secret agent who just pointed the gun at me and shouted 'Captain'." Miaopu continued, "Two people turned around and rushed to other places with guns. The one pointed the gun at me.
Those who pointed at me also turned around and looked."
"Then what?" Xiong Jiashang asked.
"I picked up the hot water that I had just poured into the enamel jar and poured it on the man's neck." Miao Pu said, "The man was so hot that he screamed. I opened the door and ran away in the chaos."
Xiong Jiashang looked at Comrade Narcissus. Although she wanted to believe it was true because she saw no sign of lying in Comrade Narcissus's eyes, what Comrade Narcissus said was
The escape experience was so miraculous that she couldn't help but doubt it.
"Do you know the cause of the explosion?" Xiong Jiashang asked calmly.
"I don't know. I was only focused on escaping at the time. I didn't think about anything else at all." Miaopu shook his head and said.
Hearing what Miaopu said, Xiong Jiashang believed in what Narcissus said deep down in his heart.
…
There are many people coming and going in the hospital.
Cheng Qianfan opened the door, pulled up a chair, and sat at the door, smoking sullenly.
From his position, he could see the corridor and the hall not far away.
Screams and crying could also be heard.
The strongest smell is the smell of disinfectant.
He took a puff of cigarette and exhaled the smoke, which diluted the smell of disinfectant.
Listening to the screams, he knew that the sick or injured were being treated, and most likely the trauma patients were being disinfected with alcohol.
But this reminded him of the torture scene in the torture chamber.
His heart was happy and gratified.
His decisive action prevented Comrade "Daffodil" from being arrested and being tortured by the enemy.
At this time, he saw Li Hao and two policemen running in a hurry from a distance.
"Brother Fan, are you okay?" Li Hao asked worriedly.
"I'm fine, it was Peter who got shot." Cheng Qianfan said, "Why are you here?"
"Brother Lu returned to the patrol room and told everyone that you were attacked, so I came over quickly." Li Hao said. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and took a briefcase from the hands of the patrol officers. "Brother Fan, brothers are here."
Your briefcase was found in the ditch at the back door of the Vienna Ballroom."
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