[Qi Fu] Qi Chu said return

The Flowers Are Good That Year (Special Edition)

By cold

Boulevard Saint-Germain, Paris, 1941.

01

When Minglou dropped the last cane, Mingcheng was already biting his lips in pain, his face was as white as transparent, and there was some cold sweat on his forehead.

Just at this moment, the doorbell rang, and Mingcheng had some free time, so he let out a sigh of relief and looked up at Minglou miserably: "Perhaps Xiao Ai has arrived."

"Well," Minglou didn't say much, reached out to help Mingcheng up, wiped off the sweat all over Mingcheng's face, and hugged him into his arms to make people feel comfortable, without caring about the people outside the door at all. people.After Mingcheng's breathing calmed down, Minglou continued to say softly, but not solemnly, "Ah Cheng, remember, the current struggle situation is very serious, no matter what the reason is, don't miss it again."

"Yes, big brother." Mingcheng lowered his head, "There will be no next time."

"Okay," Minglou nodded, satisfied, raised his hand and patted Mingcheng's neck lightly, very affectionately, but not too much, he said, "Apply the medicine yourself, and I'll open the door."

But just as he turned to leave, he was stopped by someone before he could go downstairs.

Minglou turned around and saw Mingcheng's spring-like eyes. If it wasn't for his pale and bloodless face, it would really be a beautiful portrait.

Mingcheng said: "Don't... you go to open the door yourself, Xiao Ai is not stupid, can she not see that I was beaten by you again?"

"Then you go on like this..." Minglou felt that Mingcheng's nervous look in front of Boss Ai, whom they watched growing up, was very cute, and deliberately teased him, "Can you fool her?"

"Okay, whatever..." Sure enough, Mingcheng was not happy, "Okay, if you pissed off this little aunt, you will end it yourself!"

"Second Master Ming," Minglou was right when he heard it, and hurriedly took a step back, "I can't deal with that little aunt, please go down."

At the end, he didn't forget to pat Mingcheng's wound, and he grinned and rolled his eyes at the pain again, Minglou himself was still happy.

The people outside the door were extremely patient, and the doorbell rang a second time until Mingcheng went downstairs with his hands on his waist.

Mingcheng walked to the door almost at the end of the doorbell. He took a deep breath and forced himself to look innocent before opening the door.

"Brother Ah Cheng—"

Where is Boss Ai, it's clearly the little adjutant from Changsha, who rushed to Mingcheng like a monkey, if it wasn't for Zhang Qishan who followed behind, the little thing would probably be able to step into the room without Mingcheng coming to invite him.

"Xiaoshan?" Mingcheng was very surprised, and when he saw the person behind him, he immediately turned respectfully, and turned to invite someone to come in, "Buddha."

"Master Ming Er," Zhang Qishan entered the door, nodded his head as a greeting, and said politely, "I'm sorry to bother you."

"Buddha, you're welcome." Mingcheng was always polite. He ushered Zhang Qishan and the two into the living room to sit down, poured some coffee, and then asked, "Why did you bring Xiaoshan to Paris?"

The taste of coffee is very strong, which is a rare coffee bean in China.Zhang Qishan has been fighting all the year round, his stomach is not good, he rarely drinks coffee on weekdays, even less this kind of pure Blue Mountain coffee.He shook the coffee cup inadvertently, letting the aroma of coffee fill his nostrils. He said: "Xiao Shan has been talking to me about visiting Paris, but I have no time to take him out because of the tight war. It just so happened this time, Xiao Ai When she said she was coming, we came together."

Mingcheng nodded and stopped asking.

Zhang Qishan's words are half true and half false.The two of them came to Paris not by accident as he said.

Just as he was talking, Ming Lou walked down from upstairs: "Is Xiao Ai here?"

Mingcheng's eyes were sharp, and he noticed that his elder brother had specially changed into a warmer-looking home clothes. He looked down at himself again, the silk nightgown hadn't had time to change, and there was a sudden pain behind him. Not at all cool.Mingcheng squinted his eyes, feeling that he was really embarrassed by this appearance.

"Hey, Great Buddha Zhang, welcome from afar."

"You are welcome, Mr. Ming."

The two older ones exchanged pleasantries when they met, and Mingcheng felt sorry for himself again. Even the junior adjutant stretched out his hand to hold him for a long while before he could react.The little adjutant blinked and looked at Mingcheng: "Brother Ah Cheng, do you have dry clothes?"

"Dry clothes?" Mingcheng just came back to his senses and didn't understand. He turned to look at the little adjutant, only to find that the little thing was wet a lot, "Are you...?"

It’s okay not to mention it, but when it comes to this, the smile on Zhang Qishan’s face can’t be restrained: “I just passed by a wishing pool, and he didn’t know where he saw it, so he insisted on throwing a coin to make a wish. Throw yourself in."

"?!!!" Hearing this, Mingcheng looked at the little adjutant again, and his mind began to follow Zhang Qishan's description, and even the little adjutant jumped from the bottom, forming a perfect parabola, and fell into the wishing pool. Oh, so, Mingcheng felt sorry for himself, "Chi..."

"You are all laughing at me!!!" The little adjutant quit.

Zhang Qishan and Minglou laughed together, waved their hands and stopped laughing.

"Don't laugh, don't laugh," Mingcheng smiled and pulled the little adjutant, "Go upstairs and change your clothes, the autumn wind is cool, be careful of the cold."

"Eh……"

The little adjutant pouted at Zhang Qishan to show his protest against his elder brother's spoiling of his image, and followed Mingcheng upstairs.As soon as he went up the stairs and walked a few steps, Mingcheng's figure flickered and he almost lost his footing.The little adjutant stretched out his hand to help, and Mingcheng's trembling hand, looking for the handrail, just fell into the little adjutant's hand.

The little adjutant didn't say anything, just looked at Mingcheng, there was not even a speck of impurity in his eyes, and he said, "Don't hold on."

After entering the room, Mingcheng went straight to the closet to find clothes for the little adjutant, not knowing whether it was because of embarrassment or something else, and didn't say anything else.The little adjutant stood in the middle of the room, looked at the furnishings, and rummaged through his bag, finding out some bottles and cans. It happened that Mingcheng found the clothes: "This one should be about the same size, but you are about the same size. quick."

"Is this new?" The little adjutant looked around, "I'll just wear what you don't want."

"I don't want anything." Mingcheng looked at him and smiled.

"Okay then, thank you Brother Acheng!" Xu Shi was really uncomfortable with his wet body, the little adjutant was not polite anymore, thanked him, and hurriedly changed his clothes, his head was stuffed in the clothes, and he was still humming In other words, he said, "Brother Ah Cheng, you'd better take the medicine quickly, if this drags on, you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

"Go..." Speaking of taking the medicine, Mingcheng's embarrassment that he had finally forgotten returned. How could he admit that he had just been slapped in front of a little thing so many years younger than him? He also wanted to save face. Only In front of his elder brother, he only left a bit of dignity.

But then again, the little adjutant was right, there was no longer any delay.

So, Mingcheng pursed his lips resignedly, and asked, "Is it obvious?"

"Hmm!" The little adjutant poked his head out of his collar, "I saw it as soon as I entered the door! I bet, when you opened the door for us, Mr. Ming's board had just been put down for less than 5 minutes."

"..." Mingcheng rolled his eyes, gave up, and went to find the ointment.

The little adjutant was not happy with his reaction: "Did I say something wrong?"

"2 minutes." Mingcheng rummaged through boxes and cabinets.

"Ah?!" The little adjutant looked at Mingcheng rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

"And," Mingcheng finally found the medicine, stood up and looked at the little adjutant, "it's rattan."

"Ah!!!!" The little adjutant gasped, as if his back was in pain, "Then you haven't taken the medicine yet!"

Mingcheng nodded, pointed to the closet, and then pointed to the bathroom: "So, you change your clothes well, and if you need anything else, go to my closet and get it. I'll go get the medicine."

"You take the medicine..." The little adjutant followed Mingcheng, "Can you reach it?"

"..." Mingcheng ignored him and went straight to the bathroom.

"I'll help you!"

"!!!"

The little adjutant followed Mingcheng step by step to the bathroom door, Mingcheng stopped suddenly and turned around, the little adjutant almost bumped into him.Mingcheng pretended to threaten the little adjutant: "Don't speak out!"

Having said that, Mingcheng still felt in his heart that he was ashamed, so he turned around and slammed the bathroom door, leaned behind the door and rolled his eyes, thinking that the elder brother did it on purpose, knowing that Xiao Ai was coming today, he would still do it like this Heavy hands, it's all right now, the little ancestor didn't come, so a monkey came first.

This monkey can still see it!

With this talent, it would be a pity not to go to the military command!

The little adjutant was left outside the door, stunned, and shouted inside: "Brother Ah Cheng, it's too late for you to take the medicine by yourself. Sister Ai will be here in 5 minutes."

Before the words were finished, the bathroom door opened again with a bang.

"What did you say?!"

The two of them came and went upstairs, while Zhang Qishan and Minglou downstairs had talked about the strategic conjecture of the third war zone from the defense of Changsha.Zhang Qishan originally thought that Minglou was just an economist, and he had an irreconcilable relationship. Boss Ai's mediation was the reason for this encounter. From this point of view, Minglou has a bit of a military vision, so it's no wonder that Boss Ai Such a person would call Minglou "big brother".

Just as he was talking, there was a sudden rustling sound of unlocking the door outside the door. It didn't sound like a key, but rather like something sharp piercing through the lock cylinder.Zhang Qishan was vigilant, he looked towards the door abruptly, and then looked back at Minglou.On the contrary, Minglou looked indifferent, drinking coffee and waving at Zhang Qishan, and raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist with great interest.

With a "click", the door was opened. Before anyone arrived, the voice floated in first: "Brother, you have to change the lock, am I 20 seconds faster than last time?"

Only then did Ming Lou put down his cup, looked at Zhang Qishan with a smile, and replied towards the door: "This is the lock that your brother Ah Cheng changed. He has already bought all the lock cylinders in Paris. Xiao Ai, you learned it from Huangpu." Kung fu, can you not use it on your own family?"

"What's the point of that?" Boss Ai said, walking in from the door.

Her appearance today surprised Zhang Qishan even more than her lockpicking skills-it doesn't look like Boss Ai in Hangcheng back then. She was dressed in a white dress, and her long curled hair was curled into a French style at the back of her head. The bun, even the hands, are wearing long lace gloves.This is just like the French lady who grew up in Paris, not to mention the gun, even the blades on the coat and skirt of the past disappeared with the bright red dance skirt.

"Xiao... Ai?" Zhang Qishan couldn't believe it.

"You now..." Minglou was also taken aback, but fortunately he knew better, he asked, "Is your surname Ai or Lu?"

"What's the surname Ai and the surname Lu?" Just as he was talking, the little adjutant came down from the upstairs, Mingcheng followed behind him, not talking, and was extremely bored, only the little adjutant, if he hadn't already turned twenty, he would have already Just a fierce son plunged into Boss Ai's arms, "I see Sister Ai dressed up like this, she looks very good, she looks like she came out of a pictorial!"

Boss Ai was in a good mood, and made fun of the little adjutant: "Hey... Where did you see those unscrupulous pictorials? Could it be that Zhang Qishan usually—"

Left half of the words, Zhang Qishan almost choked on his coffee.

After making fun of the couple, Boss Ai relied on dressing up like a doll today, put aside those few, and threw himself into Mingcheng's arms.

Mingcheng was thrown into his arms, he was used to it, and he seemed to be angry with Minglou on purpose. He raised his hand and rubbed Boss Ai's hair, very intimately.

"Hey...Brother Acheng..." Boss Ai rubbed Mingcheng's shoulder, "I want to take you back to Hangzhou!"

Ming Lou was stunned: "It's so good, why do you want to bring Ah Cheng back to Hangzhou again!"

"As I said before," Boss Ai acted like a cat as soon as he came to Mingcheng. Tell me yourself, why don’t you wait for me?!”

Before Minglou could respond, Mingcheng took a deep breath, feeling very helpless.Being hugged by Boss Ai, he had no choice but to mouth to the little adjutant: Is it obvious?

The little adjutant shrugged: What do you think? !

Mingcheng was completely desperate. Today, everyone couldn't open any pot or carry any pot, and he didn't know where the tacit understanding came from.Mingcheng looked at Minglou as if asking for help, hoping that Minglou could make the decision and change the topic.

How could Minglou fail to understand Mingcheng's thoughts, knowing that the kid was very thin-skinned, so he set it on fire on purpose, following what Boss Ai said, complaining half-truthfully: "You don't even look at what he has done."

"What did you do?" Boss Ai was unhappy, "Isn't it just that the mission failed!"

"Isn't it?" Minglou continued to scold in Mingcheng's white eyes, "A French Chinese businessman, with information on the arms agreement, can slip away from under his nose, if this is your subordinate..."

"My subordinates can't do this," Boss Ai laughed at Minglou. "The cunning rabbit's three caves can't stand the net. I will deploy it well, and there is no possibility of failure—Brother Ah Cheng missed it. It's you, the commander." Responsibility, blame him!"

"I--????!"

Minglou intended to make fun of Mingcheng, but was blocked by Boss Ai. He was dumbfounded for a while, thinking that he, the young master of the Ming family, had a good reputation for being vicious in the open and in the dark. After so many years, no one dared to To scold him like this, let him usually retaliate, but this time I really can't find anything to say back.

The little adjutant wanted to laugh, but because this was someone else's house, if it was his own in Changsha, he would have been able to make fun of it for a long time.

"Okay." Unable to make sense, Minglou simply changed the subject and ordered Mingcheng, "Don't go out to eat today, cook at home, there are no ingredients, Ah Cheng, go buy some..."

Before he finished speaking, he was snatched away by the little ancestor again: "You still dare to order me, brother Ah Cheng! You go!"

The second half of Minglou's sentence was stuffed back, and Fu looked at the family again, looked at him and smiled happily, gritted his teeth and bowed his head to Boss Ai: "Yes, Missy!"

When Minglou went out, the little adjutant started to laugh, and even Zhang Qishan couldn't help shaking his head and laughing: "It shows that Mr. is a ruthless character, and he has made some achievements in his own field. Was summoned to look like this?"

"Master Zhang Dafo is still frightening," Boss Ai said while walking into the kitchen to look at the few ingredients they had left. "In front of me, don't you still smile like an old monkey."

"Old Monkey!!!!" The little adjutant laughed and rolled into the sofa in the living room.

Boss Ai was also amused by his laughter, turned around to look at Zhang Qishan, and scolded him: "You still have the face to smile, you are a little monkey!"

As they spoke, several people laughed together.Mingcheng also smiled, and he also walked into the kitchen, helping to take out some sealed ingredients, and asked her softly, "What do you want to say to me when you dismiss elder brother?"

Upon hearing this, Boss Ai put down the steak in his hand and looked at Mingcheng: "How did you miss it?"

This question came directly, but not suddenly. This was originally a task assigned by the military command. Boss Ai is the deputy director of the third division of the military command. Mingcheng replied very frankly: "I never thought that he would Use your own wife as a cover to dress up like him to dazzle me."

"So," Boss Ai understood Mingcheng, "You can't attack a woman, so you've missed the best time to attack?"

"Yes."

"And then?" Boss Ai asked, "You didn't carry out a second sniper kill, but you came back?"

Mingcheng nodded: "I've already startled the snake, and it will be difficult to assassinate again at the same location. I originally planned to come back to report to my elder brother first, and then make arrangements."

"Can he still wait for you to kill him?" Boss Ai leaned on the stove with his arms folded, and as he spoke, he replied to the cold boss Ai in the past, "If I came a few minutes late, he would have already left Gare du Nord fled to Berlin."

Mingcheng was startled: "Then he...?"

"Dead." How could Boss Ai keep alive, "I was at the North Station and fired more than 30 shots."

When the little adjutant carried the red wine they brought from Bordeaux into the kitchen, he happened to hear Boss Ai saying, "Unfortunately, I didn't bring those things from the military command prison. If I want to get it out, it’s a good thing he is a defector from our army, otherwise, why would he go to such a great effort.”

Hearing the interrogation, the little adjutant hugged the wine bottle, and suddenly recalled the day when the 15-year-old adjutant was assessed, Boss Ai wore a military uniform and sat behind the soldering iron basin. Then I was very scared.

She didn't even dare to call "Sister Ai".

The little adjutant stood at the door of the kitchen, neither entering nor retreating, holding a red wine bottle, turned to look at Zhang Qishan.Zhang Qishan understood, thinking they were probably talking about serious business in the kitchen, he beckoned to call the little adjutant back, which meant "do not listen to evil".

Here, Boss Ai didn't go into the matter of Mingcheng's miss. To her, the target was dead, and the intelligence had been sent back to the military command headquarters, and the matter was over.This was originally the task of the Second Division of the Military Command, and she just took a detour to help close it when she received a call from Minglou a few hours ago.

In fact, when she arrived at the North Station, the scene was almost full of people from Minglou, and the target was charged to death. The only thing Boss Ai did was to expend more than [-] bullets to force them out before the target died. Just the information you need.At that time, Boss Ai got up with a gun in his hand, looked down at the French Chinese businessman who had been beaten into a sieve by her, and thought in his heart, if he was calculating, Minglou would be the second, and no one would dare to be the first.

Fortunately, Minglou is one of his own.

"I heard," Boss Ai was talking about business, with a normal expression on her face, she even took off her gloves, washed an onion, and prepared it as a side dish for frying steak later, she asked Mingcheng, "Brother Wang Fuhe is here A letter?"

"Yes," Mingcheng didn't intend to hide it from her at all. The one in front of him was Xiao Ai who he and Minglou had grown up watching. It’s not good, and it’s just that I lost a comrade-in-arms, so Mingcheng responded, “I just came here a few days ago, and I want to invite my elder brother to return to Shanghai to serve as the financial secretary of the new government.”

"Brother agreed?"

"not yet."

"Let him answer."

Boss Ai's words, Mingcheng almost didn't realize it for a moment: "Yes? Yes, but you are a traitor!"

"What kind of traitor is not a traitor?" Boss Ai laughed when he heard the words, "Didn't I do the same when I was alive?"

She said "before she died", and no one could say she was wrong.

Even the woman who sells sweet-scented osmanthus cakes under the Gongchen Bridge knows that the Ai family in Hangcheng is dead.The eldest lady of the Ai family died in the explosion before the first snow a few months ago. That evening, the sky of Hangzhou was covered with burning clouds.

Minglou and Mingcheng also attended her funeral. On the day when the snow fell, some snowflakes fell into Mingcheng's eyes, and within a split second, they were melted by the hot tears in his eyes.

In Changsha at that time, just after the Battle of Changsha, Zhang Qishan stood on top of Remnant Huan and received the news of Boss Ai's death.The little adjutant's eyes were red, he shook his head: "How could she die?"

In fact, it’s not impossible to think about it. During the Battle of Wuhan in [-], the little adjutant almost died. When a bomb fell, the little adjutant couldn’t hear him at the time. In less than a few seconds, he was buried by the blasted soil. When Zhang Qishan dug him out with his bare hands like crazy, he didn't know anything.

After Wuhan, the little adjutant was raised for a long time. For a long time, the military doctor said that he couldn't wake up.Zhang Qishan didn't believe it, he stayed in Wuhan, stayed with the little adjutant day and night, invited famous doctors all over, and even tried folk remedies.

But Zhang Qishan never thought that when he returned to Changsha, it would be a piece of scorched earth.

A fire in Wenxi in November burned nearly [-]% of the houses in Changsha. Zhang Qishan was furious. Changsha City, which was not destroyed by the war, was destroyed by the Kuomintang.He stood on the scorched earth without looking back, but he spoke to the little adjutant behind him who had just recovered from serious illness, he said: "Xiaoshan, I can't go back, Changsha City, I must defend it, how about you? "

"Where is the eldest brother?" The little adjutant spoke weakly, but the meaning in the words was true, "I am right here."

When Minglou opened the door and came back, Mingcheng was helping Boss Ai in the kitchen. Zhang Qishan was leaning against the kitchen door. There was no place for him to intervene. He racked his brains to open the bottle of red wine from Bordeaux.Minglou was carrying two big bags of ingredients, and stood at the door looking at this happy scene, feeling a little uncomfortable.

There was an inexplicable emotion born out of thin air in his heart.

After the Great Wall, is the hometown.How many years has he been? He hasn’t seen the Great Wall. Where is his home?What about the family?

"Brother?" Mingcheng heard the movement first.

Boss Ai followed after hearing the sound, and was just about to pick up the things in Minglou's hands, but when he looked closely, he almost fainted from laughing, laughing all the sadness in Minglou's heart to the back of the Great Wall.She pointed at the bag and giggled: "Brother! You bought two big bags...steaks?!"

"..." In fact, Mingcheng also saw the two horrible bags. He just didn't say that in the past, in Shanghai, Axiang would do the grocery shopping and cooking. When he arrived in Paris, he, Young Master Ming, almost never entered it. In the kitchen, let alone asking him to buy vegetables, Mingcheng thought to himself, it would be hard for this big brother who doesn't stick to the spring water, he took the bag and smoothed things over with a suppressed smile, "Steak is also good, there are many people, and there is enough to eat."

"Hahahahahahahahaha!" Boss Ai didn't give any face, "He doesn't know how to buy vegetables!"

"Chi..." The little adjutant couldn't hold back, and laughed following Boss Ai's words.

Although Zhang Qishan is not good at cooking, at least he is better than Minglou, he symbolically reprimanded the little adjutant: "You should go shopping for vegetables, but you escaped your responsibility, so you have a smile?"

"Then..." the little adjutant replied with a smile, "Shall I cook?"

"What are you cooking for?" Mingcheng gave up on two bags of steaks, "Who knows how to fry steaks?"

"Hahahahahahahaha!" Boss Ai laughed wildly, and pushed the helpless Mingcheng out of the kitchen, "I'll come, I'll come, young masters, let's talk about state affairs first, just wait."

Mingcheng was happy to be pushed out of the kitchen, but he was worried. Every time the eldest brother entered the kitchen, he would be in a hurry. Boss Ai was also a young lady in Hangzhou, so don't be like the eldest brother. He turned around and asked: " Then...Xiao Ai, can you do it?"

"Are you okay?" Boss Ai smiled, "You actually asked me if I was okay? Get out!"

While talking, Minglou had already changed into home clothes, sat back on the sofa and laughed at Mingcheng: "You will also be kicked out by Xiaoai one day?"

"I..." Mingcheng was pitiful. He had just been kicked out, and he couldn't sit on a good sofa. He was also teased by his elder brother. He simply changed the subject and found a way for himself. In this way, he asked the little adjutant, " What's the matter with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" The little adjutant was asked inexplicably, confused, "I have many things, which one are you referring to?"

Hearing this, Zhang Qishan pried open the red wine cork that the little adjutant had been working on for a long time, poured the red wine into the decanter, and said, "Master Ming Er said it was about the death list."

"Yes," Mingcheng originally just wanted to find an excuse to divert the topic away from himself, but when Zhang Qishan answered, he became serious, "If you say, Xiaoshan made a mistake, why did Buddha also appear on the death list? superior?"

"That's right," Minglou echoed, "The Ninth War Zone suffered heavy casualties. When we first saw the death list, Ah Cheng and I were shocked and had no doubts. Later, the more we thought about it, the worse it was. You Zhang Dafo, what is it?" Such an easy sacrifice? If you are killed, who is fighting the defense of Changsha now—are you making a mistake, or is it a tactic?"

Zhang Qishan waved his hand: "What tactics, I'm ashamed to say..."

Zhang Qishan almost believed that he was really going to die.

The bullet entered through the chest cavity, and stayed in the body without going out. If it was later or missed, it would be dead.

That day, the little adjutant tried his best to snatch Zhang Qishan out of the hail of bullets. When he carried his back to the battlefield, a grenade was about to wipe them off. Already unconscious, talking intermittently such as "Xiaoshan", "Don't save me", "Hold Changsha" and so on.

The little adjutant's eyes were blurry, he was exhausted, he sent Zhang Qishan up and up again, he said: "Brother, hold on, you're almost at the hospital."

Where are there any hospitals? The field hospitals are already overcrowded. It doesn’t matter whether you are an admiral or a defense officer. Shells have no eyes. Before the death line, everyone is the same.

The little adjutant was almost hysterical. He couldn't afford to wait for the field hospital, but he couldn't find a hospital that could be squeezed in. He yelled in his heart in despair, why he wasn't the one who got shot.

A shot fired from nowhere, brushed the side of the little adjutant's ribs, leaving him with only a momentary burn, and the next second, the little adjutant fell face-on to the ground.

There are still many exiles in the city, with their families and their families, and those big things that cannot be moved are left at home. Together with their memories of Changsha City, they are all left in this war-torn city.Some of the hurried refugees even stepped on the little adjutant, but none of them noticed.

No one could see that Master Zhang Dafo, who used to be majestic and guarded Changsha City, and his adjutants, fell into the boundless darkness at the street corner of Changsha City.

"It's hard to get together, what's the matter?!" Boss Ai came out of the kitchen with two plates of steak, interrupting their questioning about the death list, "I don't have any vision, don't know how to go in and help me? "

Hearing this, the little adjutant jumped up, "I'll come, I'll come!"

Mingcheng thought, didn't you drive me out, and also went into the kitchen to help get wine and vegetables.

The two older ones were idle, shaking their heads and laughing at their little ancestor being ordered around by Boss Ai, and a cushion was thrown over, impartially, hitting Minglou on the face.

Boss Ai said, "Come and clear the table!"

"..." Ming Lou brushed off the cushion on his face, held it in his hands and stood up, squinting helplessly and smiling, "Eh—Miss!"

When they are busy, they all sit down to eat, the table is full of cups and cups, and no one talks about political affairs. If you don't know, just think this is a long-lost reunion between friends, and it has nothing to do with the war.

After all, there are three "dead people" on a table, and this scene does not happen all the time.

At that moment, the little adjutant woke up again, on a soft bed, the bedding was made of silk, very smooth to the touch, and very expensive.How could there be such a thing in wartime? The little adjutant touched the quilt and stopped like an electric shock—he subconsciously felt that he was dead. He and his elder brother died on the chaotic streets of Changsha.

Where is this?

"Are you awake?" Qi Baye came in with some bottles and cans, which startled the little adjutant. Baye put down the things in his hand, reached out and touched the little adjutant's head, "Look with big eyes. What am I doing? The fever is gone, why are you still so stupid and confused?"

"Baye?" The little adjutant shook his head, then looked at him again, and it was indeed Baye, "Didn't you leave?"

Qi Baye has always been good-tempered, he was joking and joking all day long, but now he also sighed, pulled a chair and sat down, and while dispensing medicine for the little adjutant, he muttered: "Go, where can I go? Changsha It’s all like this, and the whole country won’t get any better—besides, even if I go south to Nanyang, will I be able to escape? Even if I escape, what’s the use, can the disaster in Changsha be avoided?”

"..." The little adjutant also lowered his head when he heard Ba Ye talking. He always thought that Ba Ye didn't have a serious time, who would not back down in the face of danger.The little adjutant raised his head again and looked at Ba Ye Qi with more color in his eyes. He said, "Changsha must be guarded, and the devils cannot break through Changsha."

Qi Baye nodded: "Of course, so the second master and I didn't leave, and the old nine are all back, and they are all in Changsha."

"Then, my elder brother...?" As soon as the words came out, the little adjutant stared at Ba Ye, trembling with fear.In fact, the little adjutant wanted to ask a long time ago, but he didn't dare. He was afraid that what he heard would be bad news, so he might as well not know.

"Don't worry, Master Buddha is back." Fortunately, Ba Ye Qi didn't have the intention to tease him, otherwise he would have to let the little adjutant's heart be tossed and tossed back and forth a few times.Eighth Master Xu felt that during the war, this kind of joke is not allowed. The one in front of him just crawled out of the dead, and he couldn't bear it, so he raised his hand and patted the little adjutant, "You lie down and change your medicine!"

In this way, the rescue was rescued, but the battle was chaotic, and the battlefield was full of corpses. Sometimes, even a complete corpse would have to fight for a long time.No one knows whether Master Zhang and the little adjutant are still there. The soldiers of the Zhang family's army died, some fled, and those who stood firm on the front line were killed by the unavoidable shells, and some were killed by Japanese iron guns. The bastard died, and some of them were still alive or dead.

The reinforcements who cleaned up the scene found Zhang Qishan's coat among the dead. The ground was full of unrecognizable corpses. The reinforcements stood on the scorched earth. Facing these corpses, they took off their military caps and saluted for a long time.

Then, he was buried on the spot.

Whether Zhang Qishan is still alive is impossible to verify, and there are too many casualties at the scene, so it is too late to verify.The army commander who took over took a report to the military headquarters, and gave a list of dozens of pages of dead, starting with Zhang Qishan and the little adjutant.

When the little lieutenant woke up, it was too late to withdraw the death list. If he went back at this time, he would be labeled a "deserter" if he didn't complete it. Zhang Qishan hadn't woken up yet, so he didn't know what to do.

A meal is full of cups and cups, and gossip is commonplace.I don't know, even if I want to break my head, I would never think that sitting on this table are the Kuomintang generals who killed one side, the famous military commander poisonous snakes, and the female arms dealer who occupied one side during the war .Ming Lou held up his wine glass in a timely manner: "Respect, reunion after a long absence in life."

"Okay." Boss Ai toasted with everyone. She drank a little too much, but she still drank it with her head up. That's all, she poured another glass, and even Mingcheng couldn't help but want to stop her a handful.Boss Ai raised his wine glass, as if there was nothing there, his eyes glanced at Mingcheng, the person she was thinking of, and she said: "Respect, all 'reachable but unobtainable'."

"Xiao Ai," Minglou answered with a cup, but he still cared. How could he not understand the meaning of these words? He glanced at Mingcheng, then at Boss Ai, "Drink less."

After saying that, Minglou gave him a wink, and Mingcheng immediately took the wine bottle away from Boss Ai knowingly.

When it was Zhang Qishan's turn, he didn't talk much, he just toasted with the little adjutant: "Respect, the mountains and rivers are beautiful."

"Respect the beautiful mountains and rivers."

In one meal, several people drank three bottles of red wine.This is not considered a large amount of alcohol in China. In the past in Changsha, Zhang Qishan would not get drunk. He could drink two catties of liquor alone.But the red wine was on top, so after the meal, Mingcheng hurriedly made tea for everyone.

French afternoon tea is different from domestic tea in that there is no tea.At first Boss Ai just came to France, grabbed the floating tea bag in the teacup, and chanted for a long time: "The tea is still the best in China, Lapsang Souchong, one bud and one leaf."

But right now in France, you can only do as the Romans do.

It was served with French tea and some cookies made by Mingcheng.When I first arrived in Paris, Minglou didn’t know which street I saw these things that I don’t usually eat. I bought some when I thought it smelled tempting. When I entered the entrance, I thought they were too sweet, so I threw the coffee table aside. All of them were swallowed up by Mingcheng.

Since then, Mingcheng has learned how to make cookies, only put three parts of sugar, and use the best butter. The cookies are soft, but not too sweet. Even if the mood comes, eat more, it will not feel greasy.Minglou got cheap, and even yelled that he had gained a few pounds, all of which was eaten by cookies.

"Brother Ah Cheng!" The little adjutant was more interested in cookies than tea itself, and asked Mingcheng with glowing eyes, "Is this difficult to do? I want to learn too!"

"It's not difficult." Before Mingcheng could answer, Boss Ai jumped ahead. She held a cookie and put it in her mouth, saying, "It's much easier than memorizing Morse code."

"Moss..." It was a pain, and the little adjutant didn't want to mention it.

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