Not seeing Qingsheng

A strong wind blew at night, and the things in the tent were overturned seven or eight times.The electric light went out with a bang, and it was dark all of a sudden, but there was no movement outside the tent, probably the people who rushed to repair the circuit would not be able to set off until tomorrow.

Du Yunqing lit a cigarette in the dark.Before the weapon mine was found, the three thousand generations of Qingzhou separated him from Xu Pingsheng and supervised him. During this period, Du Yunqing could go anywhere except Xu Pingsheng's tent.

Michiyo gave him extremely high courtesy, and at the same time held his throat tightly.

Du Yunqing didn't have any perfect plan to get out at this time. Fortunately, he took advantage of the chaos and took advantage of a small radio station that night. He only hoped to rely on this person to be able to contact people outside.

But today's Nanjing City is not as safe as the world surrounded by this curtain.The billowing smoke stained Jinling's luxurious robes, and the blood flowed everywhere tore apart Jinling's limbs.

The generals who are at the end of the road cannot survive to the end even if they have the energy to spare.

When the strong wind stopped, he thought he could have a night of peace, but then it snowed heavily, and the color of the snow could not be seen clearly. He just lifted the curtain and shivered from the cold.

Perhaps the human body's perception of warmth and coldness will also be affected by emotions. Du Yunqing, who was [-] years old, is a young man who grew up in a hairpin world, and only knows touching poems under the wind, flowers, snow and moon.

In his eyes, the snow in Nanjing is soft, cowardly, and easy to touch.So I will never forget, I want to drown in this love grave, regardless of whether he is a woman or a man, whether it is Concubine Yang Gui on stage or Han Zigao off stage.

Now, when he looks at the snow, he only finds it terrifying.There may still be piles of dead people outside, but does the snow want to cover them all up?

He sat on the bed and pulled the quilt over his injured leg tremblingly.Suddenly I heard a burst of neat footsteps, and I turned back to look at the door in stress, but I couldn't see anything clearly because of a strong light.

Michiyo led a group of people with guns and knives pinned to their waists.As if ready, the circuit being repaired was suddenly connected, and the light came on again with a bang.

It was only then that Du Yunqing realized that Michiyo had removed the brown-red makeup for the first time, she was less flashy and extravagant, and her slightly squinted eyes showed a bit of fierceness.But it is still the monk face of the ancient Qingdeng Buddha, a little strange, like the flying sky on the mural.

"One of Mr. Du's blueprints actually broke most of the troops I sent out. The weapons he got are not as good as killing those 'crows'. Is the capital of the big East Asian country already ruined, or is Mr. Du taking Qingzhou for fun?"

This surprised Du Yunqing somewhat. He thought that Michiyo would send a small number of soldiers to check the authenticity first. After all, Michiyo had been secretly coming to Nanjing before, so he definitely didn't want to show up rashly.I didn't want him to be like a very hungry leech, he didn't even need to confirm it and just jumped on it.

At this moment, Michidai Qingzhou still maintained his demeanor in the extreme anger, but the white gloves clearly tightly grasped the Showa sword on his waist.

Du Yunqing smiled imperceptibly, but stopped looking at him.With a face that is not afraid of death, Michiyo's hand loosened, but a deeper ruthlessness appeared in the corners of his eyes.

The soldiers behind looked at their faces, and immediately threw a naked man in front of Du Yunqing.

Du Yunqing stood up suddenly as if struck by thunder.

I saw Xu Chuan's lips turned purple from the cold, and his whole body was defeated.The short hair was wet by mud and snow, and it condensed into a lump on his temples, and there was still a dark red bloodstain on the temples.Cibai's body was covered with scars from whips, and there were countless tooth marks and rotten red marks on his face, neck, waist and abdomen.

Such a broken and crimson body has always been the favorite treasure of the men in the brothel, but Du Yunqing only has the pain of death in his heart.He couldn't bear to distinguish those tooth marks, nor could he bear to look at the filth stained under the man's waist.

Regardless of his leg injury, Du Yunqing rushed up and punched Michiyo Qingzhou, hitting him almost lying on the ground. Before he could stand still, Du Yunqing took advantage of the opportunity to pull out the Showa sword and placed it next to Michiyo's neck.

But guns are always faster than knives.

Michiyo sensed his movements.Immediately took out the gun of the soldier next to him and aimed at Xu Pingsheng.

"Mr. Du, I told you earlier, but you just don't believe me."

Although Qingzhou of the Three Thousand Generations had painted on his face and had a bright red complexion, he finally seemed to be in a happier mood, but he found that Du Yunqing's hands were trembling a little, and his face was covered with tears.

"I don't believe it. If you humiliate him like this today, even if I die, I will never let you go."

Michiyo heard such words a lot, but Du Yunqing's voice was extremely soft, but there seemed to be hatred deeper than killing intent hidden in his eyes.

The snow was still falling outside, and the chill was piercing to the bones. Xu Chuan shivered like a frightened small animal, but Du Yunqing caught this slight movement from the corner of his eye, and instantly felt timid.

let go.

If Xu Chuan is not dead, Du Yunqing will always have infinite worries.

……

After Michidai left, only Du Yunqing and the unconscious Xu Chuan were left.He was suddenly at a loss, hugged Xu Chuan to the bed, fetched water and gently wiped off the filth and stench.Every time I rub it, it hurts a little bit more.

Finally, he wrapped Xu Chuan tightly with a quilt.I buried myself in the soft quilt, sobbing silently all night.