Operation Red Book

"Yeah……"

"It must be!"

Ivy struggled to break free from the burly man's restraints and ran quickly to the corner where everyone was watching.

"Calm down, it's me!"

Ivy growled something in English and slapped the squirming sack hard.

The person in the sack was obviously frightened by the sudden slap, and only after he recognized Ivy's voice did he gradually calm down his shaking body.

Ivy quickly untied the knot of the sack, and then took great effort to pull the entire sack off Joshua's body.

Joshua sat on the floor, looking extremely excited and scared.

The flaxen curly hair was piled up in a mess on top of the head, and the furry hair covered half of the face.

His cheeks were flushed red and one of his black glasses was stuck in the button seam of his shirt.

He hunched his shoulders and sobbed tremblingly, his bright flaxen eyes staring blankly at Ivy, like a flaxen puppy that had just been rescued.

Ivy felt distressed seeing Joshua's pitiful appearance. Perhaps Joshua had been bullied like this for decades without her being able to see.

"Are you all right?"

Ivy softened her tone, having long forgotten her anger and disappointment with Joshua.

"Uh-huh……"

It was a choking sob like stepping on a puppy's tail, and it felt like the only thing Joshua needed was a pair of upright dog ears.

"Come on, show us your teeth... no! Show us your face!"

Ivy held Joshua's chin with one hand and pulled back the light hair covering his forehead with the other.

Joshua was a little confused. He didn't understand what Chinese Ivy was speaking, nor did he understand why Shisanfang had become a gathering place for people wearing mink coats.

I didn't understand the smell of sea salt in the air, and I didn't understand why I suddenly turned into a "little white mouse" that all the big men in the building stopped to watch...

His lips were slightly open, and his fair cheeks looked particularly pale with fear.

His eyes were wet, and the whites of his eyes were tinged with a faint pink.

"Student Ivy..."

"Shh!"

Joshua seemed particularly aggrieved after being glared at by Ivy.

But even so, he still did not break free from Ivy's heavy shackles and obediently placed his chin in Ivy's palm.

"This is an authentic Uighur, from the northwest, from Xinjiang, Bao Zhen!"

"This... people in the northwest look like this?"

The old eunuch looked at Joshua's thick eyebrows and big eyes carefully, and the stench emanating from his body almost made Joshua roll his eyes.

"Of course... Why, hey, where are you all from? Have you ever seen anyone from Xinjiang?"

Ivy suddenly felt more confident. She waved her hand and pointed at the thief nearby.

"Where are you from?"

“From Zhoushan, Zhejiang.”

"What about you?"

"I'm from Liaoning!"

"you you you you……"

"I'm from Guangdong!"

"Texas..."

"Tianjin!"

"Guang... Chicken..."

"They are all coastal cities in the east. There is not a single inland city or northwest city?"

"People from the northwest should go to Russia. It's close there, unlike us who can only go to the sea..."

"You can take a boat to the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, and to other places..."

"Just continue to stay in that place where there are wars and deaths every day."

The thieves all sang in unison, their deep voices echoing throughout the space.

Ivy was speechless for a moment, guilt and shame suddenly surged out and filled her heart.

It is now the 19th century, a time of war, poverty and weakness. It is not the beautiful, peaceful and harmonious era of 200 years later.

Ivy couldn't help but think: Am I being too comfortable like this...