【Xuanhuang Sancheng】Heshan Bowl

In the 33rd year of the Republic of China, it was the beginning of autumn, the cool breeze came, white dew was born, and the cicadas sang coldly.

However, the summer heat has not yet disappeared, and the wet and tidal riverside can only feel the heat rising from the sandy soil. The children who came back from playing in the water were sweating profusely. Fan the wind! Fan the wind!"*

One after another, it seems that it can really stop the flow of time and keep the past.

Yu Xiaoyao looked into the distance from the window sill, it was in the direction of Shuntian Mansion, he wanted to go back so much, he wanted to go home.

Just like Jun Fengtian was still waiting in the big white-skinned pine tree in his hometown, he brought up the fan fish in Guangheju, and laughed helplessly and connivingly that his mouth was too gluttonous, and he would look round and fat in the future.

He drank a little wine and felt warm on his body, as comfortable as taking a nap on a bamboo mat in the afternoon after basking in the sun.In the past, Jun Fengtian didn't allow him to drink too much wine. Fengtian himself would only drink tea if he could choose. He said that Yu Xiaoyao would go crazy with alcohol after drinking.But he didn't know that being crazy is also being crazy to others, he only touches him, and now that the person who made him drink like crazy is dead, Yu Xiaoyao will only drink more and more sober.

But it's really warm, I don't know if it's because of the fever or the alcohol, this feeling is really wonderful, he doesn't even feel afraid, maybe when the porridge is served in front of him, whether it's forced or consciously, his lips and tongue taste it. When the sweet fishy smell came out, even his fear really disappeared.He didn't want to cry, laugh, or talk, and he was unprecedentedly quiet.

"With you here, I won't be afraid." He said in his heart, we are still hand in hand, aren't we?

His blood was blood, his bones were bone, and his flesh was flesh.

Even if there is only one person fighting this battle, he must definitely win it. How can there be no reason not to win the battle that Fengtian Xiaoyao fought?

Gong Zeyuan also pushed the door and entered, seeing that Yu Xiaoyao had already been waiting in the room, with a pipa standing on the wooden chair beside him, he raised his eyebrows, last time he just said it unintentionally, this man actually brought the pipa here , presumably also a kind of goodwill.

He smiled and said, "Boss Yu was on stage that day, and he was surprised. Now it's my honor." Seeing that Yu Xiaoyao's clothes were thin, he specially put on a coat for him. This time, he even threw his coat at the door, which is not a messy style.

He is not in a hurry to talk about business. Anyway, the Lanqiao Theater will reopen soon, and those who should be wooed will be wooed by then, and the arms materials promised by Yu Xiaoyao are already on the way to Sinotrans.Miyazawa is in a good mood, the overall battle line is too long, and the start of the Pacific War has also dampened the forces. The samurai urgently need a comprehensive victory to refresh their spirits, and these victories will be branded with the name of Miyazawa Genya. surname.He handed the pipa to Boss Yu, "Why don't you play a song?"

In fact, Miyazawa Yuan still took care of it, the weight of the pipa was not abnormal, and his secret agent work was done with great proficiency, on the contrary, he was indifferent in description, but he paid great attention to the details.

Yu Xiaoyao sat on the chair and tuned the strings. He has also undergone special training, but in fact there is still a gap between him and Miyazawa. I remember Xuanzun once said: "But when you face the enemy directly, your eyes are to expose you or protect you. The key to this." After all kinds of losses, he has nothing left, so in Gongze's eyes, Yu Xiaoyao's lowered eyes are calm, like a shallow stream, cut off the source of life, blowing up with the wind. Ripples, waiting to decay and dry up.This is exactly what they want.

On that day, Yu Xiaoyao didn't sing classical pieces, but plucked the strings at will, and mingled with Wu Nong's soft language. His local dialect has never been learned crookedly.Miyazawa thought of the Nanjing that people had heard about, the babbling singers on the banks of the Qinhuai River...I really wanted to go and see, those stunning women were supposed to serve the mighty warriors.

In fact, he didn't quite understand what Yu Xiaoyao was singing, but he felt that those soft sentences were very beautiful, with the charm of cherry blossoms.He couldn't comprehend the meaning hidden between the lines. He only felt that if Boss Yu dressed up and sang these songs, it would be really fascinating. If only Chinese people were like this, it would be fine if they were weak enough, affectionate enough, clinging enough, and don't struggle any more. .

"Let's carry the pot, attracting the young phoenix under the bamboo among the flowers*, the Taoyuan is three miles away, the tip of a leaf and branch, listening to the ferry, it should be a leisurely tour around the world, don't persuade you to return, there is still wine in the world."

**

Inside No. 76 Jisfair Road, Yue Qianxun held a thin sheet of paper with trembling hands, and stared at the few lines in disbelief.

This was their accomplice who had just been questioned by the arresting Shanghai Section [-] Team. Yue Qianxun looked like he was about to stop breathing, and the assistant beside him asked rather anxiously: "Sir, what... "

Standing in the corner, the very gentleman, Yue Jiaozi held the urge to get rid of the injustice with his gun now, and looked at the dozen or so people in front of him coldly, wishing to devour them alive and tear them into pieces.

"Quick!" Yue Qianxun jumped in shock and called his subordinates, "Go to Zichun Villa and protect Mr. Miyazawa!"

A group of people came out one file at a time, with Jun Wei at the end, and Yue Jiaozi said to him, "Go and start the next thing."

He looked up at the gray sky, and said in his heart: Tianji, I hope you still have time.

**

After playing the song, Yu Xiaoyao put down the pipa and walked to the window again. Under the window was a white wall covered with green ivy, which looked full of vitality. Miyazawa leaned on the back of the chair, as if still indulging in The lingering sound has not dissipated, but the hostility in the eyes is still there, it is the fierceness that can only be formed by slaughtering countless lives.

Soon, he heard Boss Yu behind the chair laugh softly, but it was just such a simple laugh that made Gong Zeyuan, who had been vigilant for a long time, stand on his head and was about to stand up immediately, he could hear the irony in it And killing intent... However, in an instant, a silver thread strangled his neck, Yu Xiaoyao swung his hands together, and at the same time exerted force with his wrists, locking his throat firmly.

"Uh!" In the moment of suffocation, Miyazawa reacted extremely quickly. He fell sideways, and the chair and himself fell to the ground. Yu Xiaoyao straddled him to restrict his movement. It was difficult to hold tightly, he grabbed Yu Xiaoyao's arm, and the two of them were immediately huddled together.

Where did he get the weapon from!Miyazawa felt that his neck was about to be strangled.Zichun Villa entered the door and searched, even a piece of paper could not be brought in. In the blur, he saw that gorgeous musical instrument, wait, pipa.....pipa string!

Back then, Chu Tianxing said to Yu Xiaoyao, "I'm tired of stinky tofu, so you can take me to eat some seafood."

The two squatted on the curb, and Chu Tianxing showed him a treasure, which he said was for the pipa girl to protect her body. Well, there is an opening here for the plectrum, and the thread can be wrapped around it to hold it... Don't you I have underestimated these lines. I, a fisherman in Chu, have been fishing for many years and have tried every means to find them. If you are strong enough, you can directly cut the belly of the fish. I will teach you...

Gong Ze bent his legs and kicked Yu Xiaoyao hard in the abdomen, and the latter only bent down to cushion the blow, and chose to meet him head-on.

Crazy, are these Chinese people crazy? !

Miyazawa's many years of secret agent skills were brought to the extreme before he was on the verge of death. He gave up pulling the silver thread around his neck and chose to knock down Yu Xiaoyao. As long as he let go of his hand, he would be able to counter this lunatic.But Yu Xiaoyao seemed to only care about this matter with all his body and mind, thick blood dripped from his forehead, and his hands were dripping with blood, but at this moment he was so focused, so focused on killing him—forget about life and death, throwing away everything.

Miyazawa, who never thought he would die in Zichun Villa, could never understand that these people were not as useless as he thought.

Gong Zeyuan also fantasized about victory, and even fantasized about dying for his country. It is a very honorable thing to commit seppuku, but he would not understand how the cowardly Chinese people he thought longed to live, how to have a consummated life. Home.

It was their bayonets that ruined these simple wishes.

The people on this land want to live so much, because they know that they want to live so that the younger generation can live without being enslaved and suffering from the subjugation of the country. They can expel the invasion at all costs. Those who return to our land and country——

Yu Xiaoyao waited for Gong Zeyuan to no longer struggle, lost his breath, and found a wrinkled document from his lapel, he took a quick look, and then stumbled to his feet.At this time, his knees could not support this body at all, so he could only fall down. He supported the back of the sofa, stuffed the documents into the lute that had already been split once, and then tried his best to drop the lute that could play the beads. The instrument of the sound of the jade plate was thrown out of the window.

After crossing the white wall, someone will respond.At that time, Very Jun was standing in front of the dense gardenia bushes, and said in a deep voice: "Gong Zeyuan will leave Shanghai soon. He has forged countless fake documents. We are sure that he will keep this real book close to him!"

After doing this last thing, Yu Xiaoyao finally lost his strength, the door of the room was slammed open, and Shan Ben, who received the news of emergency rescue, took the first step. Qiyu Xiaoyao, the gun was pressed between the eyebrows, "てめえ! (Bastard)"

Yu Xiaoyao closed his eyes and waited silently for him to pull the trigger, but Yue Qianxun shouted outside the door: "Stop!"

Ting Buping squeezed the interrogation document, "Stop! He is Tianji, the 'Tianji' of the Shanghai Division Military Command——!"

Yamamoto was stunned for a moment, but saw Yu Xiaoyao suddenly opened his eyes, he was lifted by the neck, his hands were empty, he suddenly grasped the gun on his forehead, and his index finger quickly circled the trigger, unexpectedly trying to force Yamamoto shoots!

Fei Jun and Yue Jiaozi, who were guarding the outer courtyard, heard the gunshot that pierced the air at the same time. They looked at each other, and finally turned their eyes away.

Yue Qianxun's heart paused, and the identity of "Tianji", which had been shrouded in mystery, was finally revealed.How many traitors the team he belonged to has killed, how many ammunition has been transported is simply incalculable, and how rich the intelligence is in his hands... What's more, No. 76 guesses that he may even be the more ambiguous one in the Communist Party. The rebels codenamed "Shen Yu"!

Fortunately, Yamamoto's reaction was not slow. He pressed his wrist to the right at the moment Tianji fired the gun, and the bullet passed by his temple. Yamamoto slapped him with a backhand, almost enough to break the eardrum, and Tianji fell heavily. He fell, covered in blood, and hit the porcelain wall on the right.

"—Hold him!"

Yamamoto hadn't recovered from the shock just now until his subordinates knocked him unconscious with the shell grabbing. In just a few seconds, this man could go crazy to this point.Panting in shock, he looked at Yue Qianxun, "Leave this kind of person to you!" Fu cursed a few more words in his native language, then turned and left quickly.

At that moment, Yamamoto felt that he might not be able to win this battle. He really couldn't win this battle.

**

When the news of Tianji's arrest in No. 76 was known to Diming, he was meeting with Mr. Fei. The old man felt that he was holding a bright red pipa, and the documents inside had been sent away in a hurry.But he said that Yue Qianxun was already preparing to evacuate from Shanghai, and he had half a copy of the original manuscript.

If it weren't for this handwritten copy, I'm afraid it would be hard to say whether he could leave Shanghai alive under the hands of the Japanese.

"So what do you want?" Di Ming asked him coldly, crushing the cigarette butt under his feet.

Xi Yan'er sat aside, her eyes were red, when Yue Qianxun left home, someone from the Shanghai team had already risked their lives to assassinate him, Ting Santie was injured in the fight, and he might have to give up his life, before he fell into a coma He grabbed Xi Yan'er, who had been living in his house since the "death" of Mr. Feifei, and said intermittently, "Go...to find someone to sleep with!"

But now no one has time to take care of him, Di Ming paced back and forth, "How do you plan to kill Qian Xun? He is leaving Shanghai tonight."

Renjue replied: "Killing him is my mission, I will make arrangements."

The Shanghai division is on the verge of collapse, and the second batch has secretly established a new division, but there is a shortage of personnel, and it is difficult for even Diming to dispatch personnel immediately.He glanced at Renjue, and then asked: "What about Tianji? In his capacity, it is likely to be handed over to Nanjing. How do you plan?"

"Tianji can't go to Nanjing, I will find some medicine, let him, let him go." Renjue saw Yuejiaozi sitting beside Xi Yaner, gently helping him to smooth his hair.

Di Ming stared at Fei Jun for a long time, and finally heaved a long sigh.

**

Yue Qianxun's car was parked at the entrance of a street, the location was extremely tricky, there were no tall buildings around to attack, and there were a few bodyguards around him, but he used the traffic at the street as a cover, if he used explosive weapons, he would A large number of casualties have been caused. Based on his means in public opinion, he may cause public commotion.

Very Jun carried a fruit basket, Xi Yan'er followed behind him, and asked in a low voice: "Uncle Ting said you are a person's sense," he carefully confirmed: "Is it the meaning of those code names I know?"

"Yes." He answered him, "As you can see, Mr. Fei is never... what you think."

"Then Jue Jun," Xi Yan'er tried to change her address, "Uncle Ting probably told me about you, I didn't understand it before, but now I understand, you are going to kill someone, right?"

Ting Santie's life and death are unknown now. If his old friend dies, in a sense, he still has something to do with him. This is what he mainly started.Very Jun looked at the car in the distance, and said firmly: "Yes, I am not a good person, and that person is not a thing."

"The capital, Nanjing... are all him, right?"

Xi Yan'er suddenly snatched his fruit basket, and looked at him beautifully, "Uncle Ting asked me to come to you, you must not die like this, right? There is a better way, right?"

Renjue looked at Yuejiaozi suddenly, they have always had the same thoughts in each other's hearts...he still has something to do, if he dies like this...why did he bring Xi Yan'er here .....why... Subconsciously, the more arrogant child is guiding him, and he is also guiding the more arrogant child. He sees the loss and regret in the eyes of the child who was brought up by him, but more, it is firm .

Xi Yaner knew him well, he was raised by him, picked up the dying baby from the hellish carriage, and said: If he still has breath when he arrives at the destination, then so what, I will give him a bite of food ....say, I'll just save this one...

People felt that their mind was in chaos, but they couldn't move forward. Yuejiaozi hugged him tightly from behind, and he handed the gun to him. His consciousness and Yuejiaozi merged together.

Xi Yan'er ran towards Ting Buping, and suddenly turned around halfway, revealing a smile just like that of the very gentleman when he served him various side dishes before he was going to pick up the goods, a little proud, but his eyes were full of nostalgia Reluctant, but there is no trace of fear.

The child shouted: "Juejun..."

After that, everyone felt extremely sober, but recalling it was a bit illusory.So many people went to assassinate Yue Qianxun, only Xi Yan'er approached him, maybe the child's smile was too sincere and clean, maybe the fruit in his basket was plump and juicy, maybe Yue Qianxun finally thought that he could leave right and wrong Suddenly, there was slack and fatigue.

The marksmanship taught by Ting Santie, Xi Yan'er, learned very well. He pulled out the pistol hidden under the fruit basket, and his movements were clean and neat.

"boom--"

No one knows what Yue Qianxun saw before being pierced by bullets. The child's eyes were pure and flawless, but there seemed to be a shadow of a person between his brows...

Who is that...?

But he didn't have a chance to think about it, so he died.

Xi Yan'er frantically ran towards Mr. Fei. In the eyes of others, he was just running for his life. For such an assassination, the bodyguards had experience in dealing with such an assassination, and they would not kill him, because once the child was caught, it was very likely that he would confess to the mastermind behind the scenes.So they focused on the joints and lower abdomen to shoot. Knowing this, Xi Yaner still ran towards him, but he didn't want him to save him, he, he... knew it all...

Wei Jun's hands trembled a little, but his heart was actually extremely calm, as if he had lost his consciousness. While he was in so much pain, he hid behind the crowd and raised his gun. He felt Yue Jiaozi holding his arm and pressing the trigger at the same time. hands are also folded.

"'I swear to die with the city, but I can't fall into the hands of the enemy to die in a hurry. Who will make this festival for me...?*'" that year he read essays to him, learning Yan'er dragged her chin, listening very seriously.

In the midst of the shot bullet and the severe pain in his heart, Mr. Fei read together with Yuejiaozi:

"Xi Yan'er...please remember to hate me."

**

Gong Zeyuan also died suddenly at the Zichun Villa, and Yue Qianxun was killed by a child on the street. The newspapers were under pressure and did not dare to mention a word of these news.Yamamoto has thick dark circles under his eyes. In recent days, all the materials transported by Yu Xiaoyao's men have been diverted. The manipulator behind the scenes is horribly familiar with the traffic lines. Commander makes them passive.The unity of the masses is frighteningly high, and it is said that some brats are instigating it... What a troubled time.

Very Jun had an injection in his pocket, which he asked for from Dr. Smith. At that time, the doctor’s eyes were a little evasive. Maybe it was the first time he took out such a thing. Very Jun comforted Yamamoto and said, “I Go to meet the heavenly signs."

He went down the familiar road to the No. 76 dungeon. He had no joy or sorrow. He vaguely felt that Yuejiaozi was about to leave. Give it to him, because his "brother" who was bright and stubborn since he was a child, the ghost that was about to disperse repeated in his ear: "Brother, brother...don't hurt, let me do it this time, you don't want to be hurt." If you can go down, you can go down!"

The dark prison cell is full of decay and sweetness. Yuejiaozi closed his eyes and listened quietly for a long time before he heard Yu Xiaoyao's breathing. He squatted down and held his wrist, and took out the injection from his pocket. Sensing, she turned her head to look at him, her eyes were extremely clear.

For such a person, it is indeed not a loss to treat it as the last time.Yuejiaozi inserted the needle into his arm, and slowly pushed the bottom of the syringe.

Yu Xiaoyao silently felt the cold liquid flowing all over his body, but it wasn't very cold.He suddenly remembered some jokes from that year. After being busy for so long, he was finally able to think about those so-called "shouldn't think about" things.

His birthday was the beginning of winter, and it rained a little on the day he joined the army. He and Jun Fengtian hid under the eaves of someone else's house and ate roast chicken.He remembered that it was the soil where red maples and asters were planted, and some fallen leaves were piled up. At that time, Jun Fengtian asked him, what do you think is a good future?

He asked him back, what about you?

He could even remember the lines of the leaves that day, but he couldn't remember Jun Fengtian's answer, but he knew that he hadn't finished speaking. Ask him, if one day these are realized, what about a better future?

He didn't know it clearly at that time, but until the battlefield in Nanjing, the veteran veteran and the enemy died together, and he said it repeatedly.Live a good life when you get home, live a beautiful life, and grow old with the old woman.

Yes, when we are old, our legs and feet are no longer sharp, and we even have gray hair, and we can no longer hold a gun or a sword, but can only carry a cane, he will poke Jun Fengtian with the cane, and Jun Fengtian will hit him back .At that time, Fengtian's walking stick was inlaid with his family's water jade, even though it was broken, it was inlaid with gold again, and the gold and jade were complete, and he was still the boy of yesterday.

He slowly remembered, did he mention this to Fengtian later?Jun Fengtian wrote under the pen name of Yuming Danxin: Well, then I will go to Shandaoer to pick up a bamboo stick for you, move the stool and sit at the door to carve it for three hours.When the short-lived spring flowers grow into trees, you will still be the boy you were yesterday.

You and I smile at each other, with spots on our hands and creases around our eyes, but there's never been a better time.

It's really, really good.

It's just a pity that it can't be fulfilled.

Yue Jiaozi pushed all the transparent liquid in, and after he closed his eyes, he finally decided to lean over and whispered: "...Jun Fengtian, he is still alive."

He saw Tianji's eyelids tremble slightly, but soon returned to silence.

**

Fifteen days later, Mr. Wei accidentally found an upside-down bowl in the backyard of his house. He opened the bowl in a daze, and inside was a letter written by Mo Shiqi.

Dr. Smith, who came to visit, explained that he had made all the arrangements. He said that if Tianji survived, he should survive. He secretly changed the medicine that time. The writer took on a professional role at least once... At this point, Smith paused, and then said, you are all ruthless people.

He wants to pick up Yu Xiaoyao at the Changqiao in the southeast of the city in three days, and then go straight out of the city. Jun Fengtian will wait in an ancient temple on the outskirts of the city.

Very Jun looked down at the letter. The playwright wrote in a chic style, and he said, "Very Jun, if there is a demon in the world, it must be you, and it can only be you. The free wind of the embankment is invisible and surges according to the tide. Who will be your substitute? I am so eager to feed the wine that has been poisoned with arsenic into your mouth, light the fire, and burn this dark bone... ..”

Very Jun rubbed the thin sheet tightly, and the ending was full of Mo Shiqi's arrogance.

"...Then, let's light up the dawn of victory together!"

Light up the dawn of victory!

"—a playwright's last pen."

**

Jun Fengtian was waiting in front of the ancient temple. He was holding a food box, just like when he was a child, Yu Xiaoyao coaxed him to buy food for him with all kinds of tricks. .

He commanded several big battles, and his physical strength was almost exhausted, but he didn't want to rest in the car, and the night wind added to the atmosphere of autumn. At the end of the horizon, a dark car was seen.

Very Jun's hair was disheveled, and he held a pen in his hand. It was the pen that Di Ming used to write scripts, and he and Tianji wrapped it up and gave it to Mo Shiqi on his birthday.

When he arrived, the scene was full of smog, and the unrecognizable corpse was burnt, and his appearance could not be seen clearly. He picked up the pen from a pile of blood and blood, and the pressed body was blown to pieces, and it collapsed.

I still remember when he boiled water with hibiscus and drank it with him. Mo Shiqi didn't know how to accept other people's kindness, and he was indeed a cute boy. Every good child of his is still placed in his heart.

Now, the body and spirit are finally gone, is it gone?

Jun Fengtian's injuries hadn't healed yet, but he didn't show any signs of weakness. He straightened his back and walked towards the very gentleman step by step, but the very gentleman stopped him before he was about to open the car door, lowered his eyes and said, "God. Tracking him down...might not be good."

In fact, what it will look like, Jun Fengtian has already prepared in his heart.But when he opened the car door, he still felt a huge pain spreading from the apex of his heart across his whole body, even surpassing the stinging pain of hundreds of large and small wounds.Yu Xiaoyao seemed to have sensed the touch of the wind, so he opened his eyes, his lavender pupils were reflected in the unlit sky, and Jun Fengtian's appearance was reflected in his pupils.

"Yu Xiaoyao..." Jun Fengtian's breathing was a little incoherent, and he called out in a low voice.

Yu Xiaoyao opened his eyes wide, and then showed a somewhat confused expression. He hadn't drank water for a long time, his lips were chapped and white, and his voice was almost bad, but he was still cautious, and tried his best to ask in a breathy voice: "Sir... .Do you know how to get to Shuntian Mansion...?"

Jun Fengtian let go of his hand, and the food box fell to the ground with a "bang", and some green vegetables were pulled out.

"Because of this appearance, I haven't been tortured for too long..." Jun Fei explained from the side, but suddenly seeing the water drops on Jun Fengtian's face, he cut off the next words.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Xiaoyao became even more confused. Why did this man cry like a child? Looking at the white hair that had grown out of his temples, he was no longer a baby. Why did he cry so sadly... He was hugged gently, and many places on his body hurt, but this person seemed to be in more pain than him, so let him hug him.

He really went down and patted him on the back like coaxing a child.

Very Jun stood in the night wind, the blood on the pen had already dried up, and the new blood was the blood from his fingernails, but no one would hug him from behind and call him "brother" to comfort him.

Food boxes, porcelain bowls, cool breeze.

Things are wrong.

They seem to have returned to the night when they were punished by their husband to kneel down to Confucius. Jun Fengtian brought food, and the three of them devoured it. It was really a dreamlike time.

The golden sun finally rose from the horizon at this time, and the long wind blew his clothes, very Jun wiped away the tears that didn't exist, and then... smiled.

Are you going to win?The darkness before dawn is about to pass, is it about victory?

Definitely, definitely will win.

----to be continued----

Note:

* A new pillow and a fan of wind: Liu Han's "Liqiu" sentence.

*Let’s carry the pot: Adapted from "The Peony Pavilion", the original sentence "Let’s carry the pot, and the phoenix chicks grow under the bamboo among the flowers"

*I swear to die with the city: from "Plum Blossom Ridge", translated "I have sworn to live and die with the city, but not to be captured by the enemy", the second half of the sentence "Who can give me a chance to become a great festival under such circumstances What about it?” In this article, the meaning is changed to those who need big festivals.