Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

"It's a habit. When we Japanese take a bus, we rarely grab the handrail with both hands at the same time. Also, most of the time we just quietly look out the window and look at the scenery outside the bus. But Konoe Jun's eyes seem to have stayed on every passenger in this car."

It turned out to be like this, the little habit actually caused the Japanese to think of himself as a Chinese, of course, he was originally a Chinese.

Han Feng smiled calmly and said, "I've been here for a long time, so I just follow the Romans, Mr. Chuan Gu, you must have just come to Manchuria, right?"

Kawatani Rokuro blushed a little when he heard this, nodded and said, "How did you see that, Konoe-kun? I was just transferred to Manchuria, and I have only been here for a week."

Han Feng said: "That's the way it is. It's not difficult to see this. Look around our fellow countrymen. Who doesn't have a Manchurian aura in them?

To be honest, our habits are indeed very good, try not to trouble others, and behave ourselves well, but where are the Manchurians living happily, freely, doing whatever they want, this is called unrestrained , This is the real breath of life. "

The sentence "beyond the waves and bones" was said by Han Feng in Chinese.

Kawatani Rokuro was obviously a little stunned, and then he reacted, with surprise on his face, and said: "Kokonoe-kun, so you know so much about Sinicization, I have heard this sentence before, it seems to be a famous saying of a Chinese sage, It’s just that I haven’t figured out its meaning yet, can you teach me how to Chineseize it?”

Han Feng was noncommittal, and said with a smile: "Mr. Chuan Gu, what do you study?"

"In terms of pharmaceutical engineering, I was transferred to Manchukuo as an intern."

"So it is."

"Konoe-kun, can you teach me Chinese culture? Please, I really like Chinese culture." Kawatani Rokuro pleaded again.

Han Feng said with a smile: "Mr. Chuangu, why do you say that? There are a lot of Manchurians here. If you want to learn their culture, you can try to make friends with them and integrate into their circle. This is learning Chinese culture." the fastest way."

Kawatani Rokuro seemed to be startled, and said, "Is this possible?"

"Of course, I have many Manchurian friends."

"But" Rokuro Chuangu suddenly leaned into Han Feng's ear and said softly, "We are the invaders."

817 Homecoming

aggressor.

It is really rare for Japanese people who still have this kind of consciousness now. Han Feng couldn't help but look at Kawatani Rokuro one more time, wondering what kind of medicine this little devil was selling in his gourd.

It's just that there were too many people in the car, and Chuan Gu obviously didn't want to say anything more. After whispering something in Han Feng's ear, he didn't say anything more.

The two then chatted about some topics indiscriminately. Of course, in order to avoid his exposure, Han Feng intentionally or unintentionally led the topic to Sinicization. When the car arrived in Jilin City, Han Feng said goodbye to Chuan Gu, saying that it was him When they arrived at the station, Chuan Gu bowed gratefully to Han Feng, "Mr. Wei, thank you for teaching us all the way."

Just like that, Han Feng and Jiang Long got out of the car and said goodbye to Chuan Gu.

After getting out of the car, he finally arrived at a place where there were few people. Jiang Long, who was afraid of saying the wrong thing, was almost choked up, and finally he was able to speak. What are they talking about on the way? I didn’t understand a word of the chatter.

"It's nothing, just introduced him to some Chinese culture." Han Feng said.

Jiang Long was puzzled, "Third brother, when did you become so kind? You are so enthusiastic about the little devil."

Han Feng thought for a while, and said, "Maybe it's because, this is still a sensible person!"

"What do you mean?"

"This Japanese is different from what we usually meet."

"What's the difference, aren't they all little devils?" Jiang Long said disapprovingly.

Han Feng shook his head and explained helplessly: "It's just like us Chinese. Some people are brave enough to defend their homeland and country, while others are servile and become traitors and lackeys just to survive. Can you confuse these two types of people and then Tell me, aren’t these all Chinese?”

"It can't be"

"That's why I said that Chuan Gu is a little different from other devils. He seems to have just been transferred to Manchuria. The most important thing is that I can feel a kind of helplessness from his words. He doesn't want to be an invader. .

And our brothers have always had a misunderstanding, treating all devils as one type of person. Yes, since most devils have stepped into our country and killed our people with weapons in their hands, they are all invaders. But there are also some Japanese who are peace-loving. They may have other intentions in coming to China, but at least they are not aggression.

From this point of view, since the devils can get traitors and traitors from us, why can't we get help from some other Japanese people from the devils? "

Jiang Long couldn't understand Han Feng's point of view, he just said contemptuously: "I hope the little devil will help us, unless the sun comes out from the west."

"Let's not talk about that, let's hire a carriage and get ready to go to Yongji!"

"Hey." Jiang Long responded, and his heart became excited for no reason. When he got into the carriage, as the carriage moved forward, he was getting closer and closer to Yongji. There is hope in the eyes, but also complicated,

Han Feng understood this feeling of returning home. He smiled lightly, admiring the scenery on both sides of the dirt road, shaking with the bumps of the carriage.

"Sir, we are here."

The words of the owner of the carriage awakened the two people who were full of thoughts. Han Feng paid the fare, Jiang Long couldn't wait a long time ago, and jumped off the carriage recklessly.

Behind him, the carriage drifted away.

The relatively remote corner of Yongji is sparsely populated, but the scenery is pleasant. Even if the snow season has not passed, the surroundings are not completely white, and evergreen green plants can be seen everywhere.

Jiang Long was very excited. He just got out of the car, watched the carriage leave with his front feet, and said excitedly with his back feet: "Third brother, we have arrived. I am familiar with this place. This is the road. It's still the same. It hasn't changed at all. Ah, let’s go, walk along this road, and after a few miles, we will arrive at my town.”

Speaking of Jiang Long, he led the way, and Han Feng nodded and followed.

Everything was exactly as Jiang Long said. After walking for three or five miles, the original desolation around was replaced by people, and a popular town appeared in Han Feng's sight.

"That's right here. My house is in the middle of the town. Don't you know, third brother? My family was wealthy at the time. There were five or six tile-roofed houses built. My father said that all of us brothers married wives. The house at home is enough, oh, I see, third brother, have you seen it, it is the chimney, the longest and tallest, my father likes to fight with others, the chimney at home has always been the tallest in the town.

It turned out that after so many years, this place has not changed at all! "

Jiang Long seemed to be talking to himself. The closer he got to the tile-roofed house with the long chimney, Han Feng noticed that Jiang Long's body was trembling more, and he slowly approached the long chimney. The room came into view.

Gray tiles and red bricks, a wall extends on both sides, enclosing a small courtyard. The snow in the courtyard has been swept away long ago, and a few trees are planted. The layout and architecture are not gorgeous, but simple and peaceful. .

There is no gate in the courtyard enclosed by the wall, but the stone walls piled up on both sides opened the way. Perhaps the people in the village are simple, and the gate is open to welcome visitors from all over the world!

Jiang Long was already like a lost soul, he went straight to the courtyard, he stopped under those trees, looked at these unknown trees as if he was looking at his old friends, "so you are still here , have grown so big, I remember when I planted you, you were not as tall as me!"

Jiang Long continued to walk, and the plants and trees around him brought back memories of the past. He never thought that he would come back here one day. Since he joined the army, he has almost wiped this place from his memory I went, but when I really came back here, I still remembered everything so clearly.

"Brother, who are you looking for?" It turned out that there was someone in the room, and the door was open, so there must have been someone inside. A middle-aged woman came out, holding a half-grown child by her hand.

Han Feng originally thought that Jiang Long would agree and then go in for a sit-down, but it would definitely not be Jiang Long's family, otherwise, no matter how long it had been, it would be impossible not to recognize Jiang Long.

"I don't understand, I found the wrong place." Jiang Long said, turned his head and walked out of the yard to return.

Han Feng was stunned for a moment, and asked, "What about the family here?"

"Residents? Aren't we the residents here?" The woman looked confused.

"I mean, what about the previous resident?"

The woman sighed and said, "I don't know, there was no one in this house when we were assigned here, but I heard that the original farmers in this place were all given away by the Japanese!"

Han Feng understood, thanked him, and left the courtyard.