I want to be a good person

Kunshan, Zhengyi Street, a small train station.

The waiting room is a wooden house, which was rebuilt after being blown up by the Japanese. It has a green tile and brick-concrete structure and is still the original old station.

The temple still exists and is still popular, with people hoping for the gods' blessing, which is a spiritual sustenance.

The Japanese military police brought pseudo-police and traitors to maintain order, randomly checking suitcases with fierce and condescending expressions on their faces. The scene in front of me was very familiar.

Past, present, Future.

"Yours, for inspection."

"I'm causing trouble for you."

Zhang Aiguo uttered the sound of birdsong, expressing great sorrow.

The Japanese military police softened their attitude, came over to talk to me, asked where I was going, and checked my good citizen certificate and the second-class ticket I had purchased.

Finally, he smiled and said, "Your Madam is very beautiful and very blessed."

"Yes, thank you for the compliment."

Zhang Aiguo handed over a box of Daqianmen cigarettes, helped to light it, and puffed smoke with the Japanese. He waved goodbye and entered the waiting room.

At the signal of the military police, the fake police helped carry the wicker suitcase into the room.

The service was very good. Zhang Aiguo casually gave a five-yuan B note as a small account. It was a huge irony that speaking a foreign language could receive special care in a familiar land.

Could it be that if the top is covered with a non-yellow skin, the effect will be more obvious and the service will be more thoughtful, and it is called maintaining an international image.

I am used to being servile and fawning, and I can't stand up straight when I see foreigners. What kind of disease is this?

Will it be that there is no cure and no way to save the situation?

As soon as Zhang Aiguo entered, his emotionless eyes swept across the crowd. The atmosphere instantly turned cold, leaving only the ignorant and fearless children still there.

The selfish factors in our bones are colliding and dividing, multiplying rapidly and in large numbers, just like the stubbornness of cancer cells.

Seeing a suitable location, Zhang Aiguo took Wang Jinxiu's hand and walked forward with firm steps.

"Is there anyone sitting here?"

Zhang Aiguo felt that he should fulfill his obligation to inform, as the result had already been decided and could not be changed or challenged.

"Didn't you see anyone?"

The man who answered was very tough, had an accent from another place, and was too lazy to look up.

After saying that, I continued flipping through the newspaper, and suddenly I felt that the atmosphere was not right.

He raised his head in confusion and looked at the man and woman standing in front of him. He was sitting there, so how could he not see them?

The woman is pretty.

This man is so tactless. When you go out, you should be harmonious.

Just when he was about to open his mouth to scold them again, he tilted his head and saw the fake policeman who was carrying the truth.

Don't reason with people who hold the truth. If you lose, you'll suffer a loss. If you win, you'll lose your life. It's not good for either side.

Since ancient times, the people have never fought against the officials. They have been enjoying the people's money with peace of mind. What does it have to do with you? Don't you know that all crows are black?

They pretended to be ignorant when they knew the truth, spoke empty words, and indulged themselves in falsehoods. It didn't take long for the government to become terminally ill.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just sat down temporarily and took your seat."

"It's okay. It was originally first come first served. Are you willing to give it to me now?"

"Yes, yes, I am willing to do this. There is no coercion or force. I am willing to do this. Money can't buy me."

"Okay, very tactful. The government needs people like you."

After Zhang Aiguo expressed his opinion, he impatiently gestured for him to leave. What does voluntary mean?

Disguised in the guise of legality, they beat around the bush to get you to agree, because you can't afford the consequences of being unwilling!

It feels so good. Being a good person is tiring, and being a sober person is even more tiring!

Zhang Aiguo picked up the newspaper, smiled at the fake policeman, and said, "Thank you."

The fake police saluted and left.

"Da Min Weekly" was founded by the Da Min Hui of the Japanese puppet reform government. It promoted reactionary ideas such as "Da Min Principle", "Collective Principle", "Good Citizen Principle" throughout its articles, promoted old morality, advocated "People's Morality Principle", and sang praises for the Japanese devils. It was full of great achievements.

The illustration is simple and crude, telling people that the Japanese are building and maintaining the new order in East Asia, and it sounds high-sounding and awe-inspiring.

The economic data were so beautiful, the Japanese were amiable in the newspapers, the traitors were conscientious, the Japanese-occupied areas were thriving, and the people were living in peace and happiness with laughter.

The value of the newspaper in your hand lies in its ability to be used as a wall sticker or to start a fire. There is no better use than this.

As soon as he arrived at the station, Zhang Aiguo found Chang Youcai waiting for him. Since he was with a woman, his journey would naturally be slower.

Instead of going forward to gather, he showed up on purpose to attract their attention.

Ten minutes later, a few people came into the waiting room and chose a corner to wait for the bus quietly.

The train line was in a patchwork state and the speed was very slow. It ran on a single track and vehicle scheduling was very critical. A Type 91 armored vehicle was parked on the platform.

The Japanese relied heavily on railways to transport their military supplies. The dilapidated roads of the Republic of China hindered the Japanese. Just like the Germans in the mule and horse era, they were powerless.

The gravel and coal slag pavement and the worn tires were unacceptable to the Japanese who had no rubber. The uneven dirt road and the vehicles with zero suspension systems and the failures caused by mechanical and physical attenuation made the situation even worse for the Japanese.

“Beep, beep, beep!”

The whistle blew, and the railway staff reminded that the train was about to depart. The ordinary workers and odd jobs were all Chinese, while the technical workers and management were all Japanese. It was impossible to open the core to the Chinese.

"Woo~!"

The whistle blew long, the train stopped, and started reluctantly, spitting out countless grievances.

Not long after the car drove out, the Japanese military police led a team to set up a net inspection at both ends.

Staring straight at every passenger, with an expression as if a loved one had died, makes ordinary people shudder. The timid ones tremble in fear, and the brave ones dare not look directly at him.

Zhang Aiguo saw with his own eyes a man resisting because the Japanese soldiers who were searching touched his woman and he yelled at her a few times.

"bang"

The wooden butt of the gun hit his face, causing it to become red and swollen. The Japanese soldier became even more arrogant and reached his hand in.

The woman shed tears of humiliation but dared not resist and let the man do whatever he wanted.

The butt of a gun knocked out the man's spirit and energy. He looked listless. The Japanese soldier pointed a rifle at him and his pants were wet.

A normal person will be afraid when encountering unknown danger. The so-called mental strength is trained. Zhang Aiguo is no exception.

The more scared he was, the louder he screamed, trying to hide his inner fear and panic.

The Japanese were getting more and more aggressive. Many people clenched their fists and lowered their heads, perhaps to gather strength.

"enough!"

Zhang Aiguo stood up and shouted loudly in Japanese.

We have to stand up. Given their nature, the Japanese will definitely continue to behave like this. They will influence us subtly, force us to back off, and make it a habit. This is even more hateful than if we had warned them in advance.

“Is this the Sino-Japanese friendship that the Locust Army is promoting?”

Zhang Aiguo raised the "Da Min Weekly" in his hand and turned to the illustration.

Anyone dare to stand up?

The Japanese soldier leading the team stretched out his hand, straightened his military uniform and cap, opened the holster of his gun with a click, and after doing all this, he walked forward.

As the footsteps got closer, the people in the seats lowered their heads even more, as if they were going to put their heads into their crotches. What they should be thinking at this moment is “You can’t see me, you can’t see me!”

As if the wind had blown, the backs of their heads all turned toward the sky in unison!

Just accept what is coming your way. Only when you can no longer endure it, will you no longer have to endure it!