Crane

It was raining continuously, and Fu Jing woke up from her sleep.

In the dream, there was Fu Dong, a cousin with shofar braids and a student skirt carrying a sheepskin schoolbag, pouted and asked her: What can I use what I have learned?To serve the party-state or China?

The scene flashed, and the Japanese students she met when she was studying abroad appeared one after another in her dream. She wrestled with them, and the color of each other's clothes changed when they hit each other. The ink was still thick and black, and then turned into the serious green that is unique to the Nationalist Government. Each of them had a ferocious face, and they rushed towards her like wolves, tigers and leopards, trying to devour her in one bite.

Fu Jing sat up suddenly, sweating profusely.

The crystal chandelier on the ceiling was as bright as before, and the carpet was as old and silent as ever. The luxury and comfort created exquisite surroundings around her, making her breathless.The right hand penetrated into the crack of the bed to touch the cold scabbard, and the violent heartbeat began to slowly fall back.The short sword is as long as the arm. In order to defeat the Japanese students, she visited the opponent's gymnasium and learned about the fighting skills. The purpose of bringing back this samurai short sword is to alert herself. Only a tough and strong government can break out of prison.

She once thought it would be a blue sky/sun flag.

There is today's newspaper on the old-fashioned bedside table made of jujube wood. Wu Xuanyi brought it up. Every time she leaves, she never forgets to prepare it for Fu Jing.

Facing the dazzling headline, Fu Jing couldn't help feeling nauseated. This kind of truth was exposed in a fight about Wang's pseudo-spies.Even if it is expected, it is still very uncomfortable when the mask is removed and the ugly whole is revealed.She crumpled up the newspaper and threw it in the trash can, opened a bottle of vodka and poured out half a glass.

I heard that the recruitment of the Youth Army was quite smooth, and the Japanese invaders were hindered from marching southward. Maybe it was because of this incident... The Communist Party also handled her very accurately, simply "doing a small favor" ", All this experienced in person is far more useful than talking about it.In this seemingly peaceful rear, they have hidden a powerful intelligence network.

Fu Jing thought about picking up the wine glass, and she was choked to tears after taking a sip, the wine was quite strong.

Pulling out the short knife, the blade has a cold light, like the thread on a fishing rod, not very obvious.

Only the sharpest knife is worthy of such restrained light.

Today is the seventh day of staying in the house. Due to careless care and loss of the commander's car, after the interrogation, he was ordered to shut up and think about his mistakes.

Power and favor are above the rule of law.

However, being backed by warlords is as unique as she is, and she was helplessly orphaned at the beginning. Although the subsequent accumulation of knowledge can make her see the shortcomings, she doesn't know where to start.Many times, she feels like a hermit crab, stranded on the beach with a gorgeous shell that doesn't belong to her. Once the waves hit, even the beach doesn't exist.

After cleaning the glass and putting the vodka back in the closet, Fu Jing put on a thick windbreaker and a beret hat and went downstairs, wanting to blow some air.

It didn't rain anymore, it was foggy.

Stop and go, I can't remember how many rickshaws I changed, and when I came back to my senses, I was already in Jianjiaqiao.The bombing left many indelible scars here. No matter how decent the reconstructed buildings and streets were, they could not cover up the tyrannical acts of the past. Looking at the indelible gray and black marks on the buildings, it seemed that the past was ringing sharply in my ears again. Frequently heard air raid sirens.

The smoke still hasn't dissipated.

Fu Jing shook her head, avoiding the tram that rang its bell violently, put her hands in her pockets and stepped forward.

The bookstore has a small facade, bright and clean windows, and the business is neither bad nor bad. The shop diagonally across the street corner with half of the door open is inconspicuous in the fog.

Fu Jing ordered a cup of coffee and a sandwich for herself, and sat in the western restaurant to observe the semi-used bookstore 20 meters away.The word "knowledge" on the door of the store reminded her of Lu Xun and Sanwei Bookstore. If the left alliance leader is still alive, facing the current scandal, she will probably have to criticize it again.

such a pity……

The public is speechless, leaving the old rain alone to wander, who will lead the cry again?

The clouds are scattered, the sky is not bright, large or small puddles on the potholed ground sporadic water splashes from time to time at the feet of pedestrians and under the wheels of the car, the resulting foam is gray and dirty, and squeezes back and forth on the edge side by side , it was shattered in a short while, and along with them, there were also those unrealistic fantasies in my heart.

If you want to do more useful things, you have to be willing. Lies written in ink can never cover up facts written in blood. There is more than one way to fight...

Fu Jing's heart slowly settled down.

You should go into the bookstore and have a look.

Wait until this cup of coffee is finished.

The sudden gunshot crashed into the thick clouds falling in the lower corner of the sky, startling a few jackdaws, fluttering and falling back on the telegraph pole again, motionless and huddled tightly.The indifference and distress of the beast makes the crowd running around on the ground especially funny.

Fu Jing bowed and stood by the wall, opened the curtain to reveal a slit, and looked out cautiously.

The wooden door of the bookstore was rudely kicked open, and the black-clothed spy twisted the two men and walked out quickly.The long gown in the front, the slightly bloated figure and the broken glasses well explain his identity as the boss. The man behind him is a guy, with his head drooping and he can’t see his face clearly. There was a shocking long bloodstain, and it was estimated that the gun should have hit him just now.The spies stuffed the people into the car and drove away, and those who left behind took out a large number of documents and a transmitter that were too late to be burned, and loaded them into the other jeep one after another.

Cleaning up was methodical, silent and swift.

The underground liaison station of the CCP has been thoroughly controlled.

Cold sweat oozes from the tip of Fu Jing's nose, which feels cool.

The secret agents had been busy working inside and outside for less than half an hour, and all of them had withdrawn. The people who had avoided the accident began to walk out of the houses, long alleys, and corners in groups of threes and twos, and looked into the empty bookstore, making gestures and chattering from time to time. He recounted the thrilling scene just now to the people who arrived later, as if they were all in the store and witnessed the whole process just now.

Fu Jing rubbed her face vigorously, sat back to her seat and drank the cold coffee in one gulp, then picked up the sandwich and chewed it slowly, secretly reminding herself: Don't be too flustered, you must finish it well, pretending to be tasting delicious food.

"Xiao Fu, you have a good appetite."

The door of the restaurant was pushed open from the outside, and the cold wind blew goosebumps, and a skinny man broke in with the wind, the leader of the Operation Department of the Military Command Chongqing Station: Qian Wanjun.

It turned out that the military command was arresting people.

Fu Jing picked up the napkin and wiped her mouth earnestly: "Qian Tongshen, would you like a drink? The foreign stuff is fresh." In the Green Gang, Qian Wanjun is also ranked in the Wanzi generation, and the incision of "Tongshen" is quite smooth.

"If you want to call, you can call Big Brother. We are soldiers now, and we must be black." Qian Wanjun is in his early thirties, no more, no less, just ten years older than Fu Jing. The elder brother claimed to be himself, but Fu Jing never bought into his account.

"At any rate, Longtou and Director Dai are sworn brothers. You don't look at the face of the monk but at the face of the Buddha. You are so funny and humorous, brother. Maybe you are on the new pier?" Fu Jing, who had calmed down, changed into her usual lazy expression, and her words were hidden.

If the source of the news is reliable, then the brother who arrested Wei Chonglou and beat him to extract a confession is the brother in front of him. He was nicknamed "Smiling Tiger" in the street. Don't look at the kindness now, but if he is ruthless, his relatives will not recognize him.This Qian Wanjun is neither greedy for money nor lecherous, but he has a special liking for Fu Jing, and often treats teasing and teasing like jelly beans, which is not a big deal.

"There is also coffee in the bureau. It was captured on the waterway. It's authentic French. Come and try it?" Qian Wanjun took off his peaked cap and sat down, looking around carefully with his eyes. Most of the guests ran out to watch the excitement. A few clerks were left sparsely cleaning up.

He didn't ask Fu Jing why she didn't follow, because Fu Jing would say that she had seen many such small battles where she had licked blood from the knife edge.

So he pretended to open the menu and waited patiently for Fu Jing to reply.

Fu Jing picked up the scarf on the back of the chair and tied it: "I eat well here, what are you doing there? You want to hurt me!" What do you mean, but one thing is certain, Qian Wanjun is also very jealous of the position of station master, and he must have contributed to Wei Chonglou being imprisoned so quickly before.