chaotic world

Du Yunhai sent his brother into hell with just one sentence.

Du Yunfeng's head buzzed.

In these years, he regarded human life as floating, life and death, and heard all kinds of bad news, but the words "Zhou Lan is married" never appeared in his mind, and he didn't have any psychological construction.

He was stunned for a long time before repeating to himself: "Married?"

"Well," Du Yunhai looked at his words and felt that he had said something wrong, but what he said was the truth, and there was nothing he could do about it, "Sister Shumei, do you still remember? It's Mrs. Zhou now."

Du Yunfeng took out the cigarette case, took out one with caress, and held it in his mouth. Several cigarettes from the case fell to the ground, but he didn't notice it, so he patted his pockets for fire.

Du Yunhai hurriedly took matches from the locker beside him, and lit them for his brother.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he felt a little trembling from the lit fireworks.

"Brother Mu An proposed." Du Yunhai explained softly.

"How is it possible?" Du Yunfeng's eyes moved quickly, thinking in his mind, "Back then when the old lady begged him to force him, he refused to marry. He was so forced that he became addicted to smoking. No one forces him now. He can still take the initiative to propose? How is it possible!"

"Brother," Du Yunhai stretched out his hand to caress Du Yunfeng's back. He had never seen a trace of panic in his brother's eyes, "Back when you led the troops to leave Tianjin in a hurry, you didn't know many things. At that time, Miss Shumei Knowing that the old lady died in the old house, I felt very sorry, and always felt that I didn't take good care of the old man. In the first seven days, she ignored the chaos and ran back to the old house in Huajie."

Du Yunfeng: "Confused."

"Sister Shumei is so filial, she wanted to burn paper for the old lady during the first seven days," Du Yunhai continued, "But I don't know why many Japanese soldiers were stationed in our old house, but she...is really miserable."

Du Yunfeng looked up to listen to him.

"She crawled out of the old house without any clothes on. Later, she was rescued by an acquaintance and sent home. Her life was saved, but she went crazy."

Du Yunhai sighed, and continued: "I was in Tianjin at that time, and I didn't care about the differences between men and women. I treated her injuries. You don't know how much Sister Shumei was injured. The Japanese are not human!"

Du Yunfeng clenched his fists calmly, how could he not know, he didn't know how many people he had seen in these years would be shocking to him.

"What's worse, after two months, I found out that she was pregnant. She was running around like crazy, hitting and biting strange men when she saw him. Just when I was at a loss, brother Mu'an came to the news, saying that Shanghai The house has been arranged, so you can go there to hide, the concession in Shanghai is big, knowing that Brother Mu An and you have few people serving as soldiers, naturally we won't take advantage of our family members, so we moved to Shanghai."

"Then one day, Brother Mu An came back, still holding the ashes of Battalion Commander He. It's strange to say that Sister Shumei is afraid of everyone, but she doesn't make trouble with Brother Mu An. When she gave birth, Brother Mu An went to After signing, the doctor asked him which parturient mother had suffered severe genital trauma, the big one and the small one could only be guaranteed, and asked him which one to protect.”

"He will be safe." Du Yunfeng said.

"Yes," Du Yunhai sighed, "I thought Brother Mu An definitely didn't want a Japanese scoundrel, but later I heard Brother Mu An hugging Sister Shumei and saying: I originally planned to raise you from birth, It doesn't matter who the breed is, a bastard can be a good person when he grows up, and no one is bad because of the womb, but there is no way, I have to protect you first, there is no one left in the family, you can't have any more accidents."

"That is to say, he married her because he pitied her." Du Yunfeng heard the clue.

"I think there are several reasons," Du Yunhai said, "after Sister Shumei became Mrs. Zhou, Brother Mu An accompanied her every day. She often went crazy at night, and Brother Mu An hugged her all night. Life at home was peaceful. Many, although Sister Shumei is in poor health, her spirit is much better now, she knows people during the day, and she doesn't beat or bite people anymore."

"He doesn't love her." Du Yunfeng said firmly.

Looking back on the past 30 years, he doesn't know anything else. Zhou Lan has the right to say whether he likes men or women in his heart.Although you can bite the bullet and do some things, but that is pure "doing". What can really make Zhou Lan emotional must be a hard-nosed male creature, not a cute little bird.

After all, no matter how powerful Zhou Lan is, what he desires most in his heart is to have someone to protect him and accompany him, instead of protecting others by himself like today.

Thinking of this, he felt sad, his little Mu'an.

"I don't know if I love it or not," Du Yunhai said with a troubled expression, "But Brother Mu An is a very dedicated person, don't you know?"

Du Yunfeng scratched his hair fiercely, it was true.

At the beginning, for the sake of He Si, he resolutely cut off all ties with him, isn't it like a withdrawal now?

In March 1940, the domestic political situation was changing. Wang Zhaoming suddenly detoured from Vietnam to return to China. In disregard of the order of the Chongqing government, he announced the establishment of the Nanjing Nationalist Government.

All of a sudden, politicians stood in line one after another, expressing their allegiance to their own party forces openly and secretly. The Japanese were still attacking, but the dignitaries in the country were busy with their own plans.

Du Yunfeng is a martial artist, and he is very unwilling to get involved in political struggles, but he is in the Jianghu, how can he stay out of it.

As a result, Du Jun's threshold was almost broken, and all forces came to probe his tone and ask him his position.

After the incident in Xi'an, he had seen the cruelty of political struggles, and he couldn't afford to go around if he offended any party.

Until one night, he received a call from the military line.

"Yunfeng, it's me." A familiar voice rang through the phone.

"Commander!" Du Yunfeng stood at attention unconsciously.

Commander Zhang's voice on the phone was a bit soft, not as vigorous as before, but Du Yunfeng could hear it right away.

"Okay, okay, you are also a general!" The other side said casually.

"I...I, Commander, are you okay?" Du Yunfeng asked.

"My life is fine," Commander Zhang said calmly, "I called you today because of the permission of the big shot."

Du Yunfeng knew who the "big shot" was.

"Please tell the general."

"Okay, then I won't go around in circles anymore, Yunfeng, the situation is so chaotic now, you can tell me which side you are on. Sigh, your principal is really suspicious, insisting on asking me to call you to ask, after all he He is also my adopted brother, let me ask him for now."

It turned out that Chairman Jiang asked General Zhang to ask him.

"I don't dare to hide from the lowly class," Du Yunfeng replied forcefully through the phone receiver, "The position of the humble class is very simple. I will follow whoever fights against Japan to the end. Feng never forgot his original intention. Yunfeng didn’t understand the policy of pro-Japanese co-prosperity and peaceful nation-building in Nanjing. If the nation could be peacefully established, then wouldn’t my brothers, soldiers, and my family all die in vain? I can't figure it out."

"Okay, okay, okay," Commander Zhang said yes three times in a row, and the voice was also excited, "I was afraid that you would be confused, because of the incident in Xi'an, I hated your principal and then transferred to someone else's school, now I can rest assured , I didn't miss it, you have the righteousness of the family and the country in your heart. Although the chairman and I have disagreements, it is all for the independence and integrity of the country. It is a conflict between brothers. I am as firm as the chairman when it comes to resisting foreign humiliation , never wavered."

"Understandable."

At this time, the voice of Commander Zhang on the other end of the phone has dropped, and he should turn his head to talk to the other side, "I said, I won't be mistaken, Du Yunfeng is not a soft-boned person, and he is not a person whose mind is easily shaken. You You still have to ask me to try him, why..."

The line on the phone is disconnected.

Commander Zhang has been under house arrest by Generalissimo Jiang, and Du Yunfeng misses him very much. But he is the commander of an army, and he is not allowed to visit because he avoids suspicion. He said a few words today, and he felt a little comforted.

The establishment of the Nanjing National Government set off an uproar in the political arena. The clouds were turbulent, and there were invisible undercurrents and whirlpools everywhere. Even the morale of the army was distracted and shaken.

The Director Zhang whom I met at the previous meeting in Changsha also called several times, chatting on the sidelines, but actually wanted to find out what happened.

Du Yunfeng is not a double-faced guy, but in the political instability situation, it is not a wise choice to express his position easily, so he pretended to be false, and secretly reported who contacted him in Chongqing recently and what he said. There is an explanation.

In the autumn of 1940, the malaria epidemic was effectively controlled through the efforts of all parties, quinine was exhausted, and folk herbal medicines and soil methods were used. The relief points on the street distributed medicinal soup boiled in large pots, and the city was full of mouths. The bitter herbal smell, mixed with the bombing smell, became the special smell of this ancient city.

Du Yunhai, as a high-level medical talent, was transferred to Chongqing by the health committee. Yellow fever, which was prone to outbreaks in summer, struck in the autumn tiger season.

Du Yunhai hesitated for several days before leaving, but finally decided to tell his brother one thing.

Zhou Lan is not idle in Shanghai. Although he doesn't like to show his face, he is not a person who rests on his laurels. He has been in the food industry for the past two years, but in fact he is in the pharmaceutical business.

Du Yunhai knew this because he used to be an agent and bought a batch of anti-inflammatory drugs from Zhou Lan. Zhou Lan only asked him where the drugs were going. Du Yunhai told the truth, from Shanghai to Hong Kong to land, Go around a circle and transport it to northern Shaanxi.

Zhou Lan was silent for a long time, nodded in agreement, didn't say much about the medicine, but only gave Du Yunhai a few words——

"Now the wind is strong and the waves are rough, it is no problem for everyone to take a boat, but one day the tide goes out, who should own the boat, maybe it will kill people."

Zhou Lan spoke cryptically, but Du Yunhai understood, and he smiled without saying a word.

Du Yunhai hid the matter of going to northern Shaanxi, and told his brother half-heartedly, simply put——Zhou Lan's pharmaceutical business in Shanghai was a major source of anti-Japanese medicines, and more importantly, Zhou Lan was on the side of the Anti-Japanese War of.

"Brother, if you really want to see Brother Mu An, maybe you should go to see him. Don't talk about anything else, the medicines in Brother Mu An's hands are all in short supply for you." Du Yunhai ordered before boarding the boat.

Du Yunfeng didn't agree, and in the sight of the passenger ship being carried away by the vast river, he wondered, should he go to see him?

In these years, more than love, hatred, love and hatred between the two can be summed up in four words?

Moreover, Zhou Lan has a family. If the other party is a man, Du Yunfeng is not afraid. He has never been afraid of anyone. He opens his mouth if he wants it, and grabs it if he doesn't give it to him. It's simple and straightforward.

But the other party is Shumei, a woman whose body and spirit are broken, and Zhou Lan's family, and to him, he is also like a family.

He was very domineering, but he had to retreat without a fight, and this time he was completely defeated from the beginning.

He asked himself, do you want to go?

miss you.

Dare to go?

dare not!

The situation continued to be turbulent, and 1941 came.

When the bell of the Western New Year rang, the two national governments delivered speeches on patriotism and founding the country, calling on the common people to stand on their side and not to be confused by traitors.

The common people are confused. Of course, the common people have been very confused since ancient times. The common people applaud whoever has less taxation.It's just applause, and it's of no use except as cannon fodder.What the two multi-democratic governments are really competing for is the rich and powerful dignitaries of all walks of life, those gods of wealth and military leaders who can turn their hands over and over again. With their support, the puppet regime is the real regime. Without them, A real regime can only be a pseudo regime.

And a senior general of Du Yunfeng's level is even more popular. The people under him, his appeal and influence are definitely the most solid cornerstone of the government's foundation.

The New Year’s weather was extremely cold. Near Tangshan, a suburb of Nanjing, a train was heading towards the ancient capital from far to near. It seemed that it would enter the station in 10 minutes. The fireman filled a shovel of black coal into the boiler. The moment he was about to close the boiler door, the flames in his eyes suddenly burst, and this became the last scene he saw in this world.

There was an explosion, and the green-skinned train was like a snake that had been strangled by seven inches. The whole body rolled up and twisted. After eighteen turns, it finally died beside the railroad track.

An hour later, the emergency ward of Nanjing Jinling Medical College was full.

Among the injured beds full of missing arms and legs, a group of well-dressed dignitaries hurried through, and they were obviously looking for some important person.

Finally, under the guidance of doctors and nurses, they came to the end of the crowded corridor, pushed aside several young men with varying shades of injuries, and saw a tall man half lying and half sitting on a makeshift hospital bed with a bandage on his forehead tightly wound Thick, with one hand secured to his chest by a splint bandage.

These few good young men who were not seriously injured were the most effective guards of Du Yunfeng.

"Yunfeng, ah, Yunfeng!" The leader of the crowd was Director Zhang who had called Du Yunfeng many times, "I was scared to death, if... if you suffer misfortune, it will be a great loss to the Party and the country. "

Du Yunfeng struggled to open his eyes looking for the voice, and rolled his eyes just as he seemed to be about to speak: "It hurts, I have a headache."

"Doctor, call the doctor." A group of scumbags spread the word, and called the doctor to him like a dog, "What's the situation with him, why did you leave him in the corridor, do you know who he is?"

The doctor opened his eyes innocently: "Sirs, the wounded are all traumatic, and there is no danger of life. The people in the wards are all missing arms and legs, and they will die at any time. Put him in the corridor... Is there anything wrong with that?" ?”

"Ridiculous!" Director Zhang was furious, "This is a man of great military exploits...a general, it would be a big deal for him to even hurt a single hair, and he dares to ask what is wrong, nothing is wrong!"

Du Yunfeng closed his eyes and was speechless, scolding in his heart - old thief, you are such an idiot, are you afraid that the whole world will not know that I, Du Yunfeng, have come to Nanjing?

Du Yunfeng was seriously injured before he arrived in Nanjing, which gave a blow to all capable people who intend to join the Nanjing Nationalist Government.

The Nanjing government lost face very much.

But Du Yunfeng recuperated his injuries in a grand manner, because he was unconscious. After an X-ray film was taken in the hospital, he was diagnosed with a concussion. Therefore, the planned secret meeting with the cabinet chief of Wang Zhaoming's government had to be postponed.

In the sanatorium for senior officials on Zijin Mountain, Du Yunfeng looked half dead, but as soon as the fish, turtles, shrimps and crabs who greeted him from all walks of life left, he stood up with a bang, and pulled the annoying bandage on his arm from his neck .

"Military seat, be gentle, it won't look good if you tore the belt." Zhao Xiaohu said that he was selected to accompany him this time as an ordinary soldier, and the other small soldiers were the clever ones he was used to. ghost.

"If it hadn't been for Chongqing telling me to act slowly, I wouldn't have pretended to be dead." Du Yunfeng swung his bandages like water show, and sloppyly picked up the water glass and started drinking.

But it suffocated him to death, this thing fell and made his neck hurt, he reckoned, if he kept pretending like this, he would have cervical spondylosis even if he didn't have a concussion.

The trick of "bitter meat" is Chongqing's method. Since Nanjing wants to fight against the courts to compete for talents, Chongqing will use the trick and send its own people there to make the other party mess up.

Du Yunfeng was one of the candidates, and after an hour-long secret meeting with President Jiang, he accepted the task.

Before leaving, Director Dai of the Statistical Bureau of the Military Commission personally planned to see him off. All the time was precisely arranged. When Du Yunfeng walked to the rear of the train with his watch on, the big explosion happened as scheduled, and he was least affected. , apart from the fact that his forehead was really broken and his elbow was numb at the junction of the carriages, he really didn't have any headaches.

Just taking a breath, I heard footsteps going upstairs.

Du Yunfeng yelled that he was not good, and came again. Then with the help of the guards, he put the bandage on his head indiscriminately, and fell down on the big bed with a crash.

"Mr. Du, Director Chen Huaisong from the Cabinet Committee is here to visit you!" The person who spoke was a servant serving Du Yunfeng, who was specially assigned by Director Zhang to Du Yunfeng, saying that before he recovered, he let this boy surnamed Li approach him. Serve him personally, don't look outside.

Du Yunfeng raised his eyelids slightly, and said weakly: "Why don't you come in soon?"

Du Yunfeng didn't know Director Zhang who came here, but he was very enthusiastic. He asked about his injury, and introduced himself that he was working in the financial department in Tianjin, and he was lucky enough to witness General Du's demeanor.

"At the banquet held by Mayor Cheng's daughter that year, General Du was really bold and unrestrained. I attended as a courtesy, but I didn't expect to see a wonderful show. The general is really strong in force and bold in art!"

Du Yunfeng's face was full of black lines. Is this person sick? Which pot is not open and which pot to lift, so he gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "A martial artist, I made you laugh!"

Director Zhang saw that Du Yunfeng was so ill that his expression became stiff when he spoke, and he cared more and more for him from the bottom of his heart, and continued to befriend him relentlessly: "I really praise you. Since ancient times, people who do great things don't care about small things. You are very informal."

Du Yunfeng's face turned dark, and he simply closed his eyes: "Oh, I'm very dizzy."

Although Director Zhang still wanted to force an awkward chat, but the other party was already sick, it was not good to be too persistent, so he had to say goodbye regretfully, and kept saying that he would come back another day.

Du Yunfeng pretended to be dizzy and didn't talk to him, but he scolded the Nanjing National Government in his heart—what the hell, this kind of bullshit has been recruited into the cabinet, and there is really no one to do things.

But when he pretended to be dizzy, he also had eyesight. Although Director Zhang left, Du Yunfeng lay on the bed for a long time. He didn't open his eyes until the light came in from the crack of the door again.

The guy surnamed Li should be standing at the door, right?

Serving him in name, but in fact, that kid has goofy eyes, he must be a good stalker.

He whispered something to Zhao Xiaohu and the others.

Not long after, Zhao Xiaohu went downstairs to eat with a few soldiers, and before leaving, he thanked Li for taking good care of the general, and Li agreed wholeheartedly.

Hearing that everyone was leaving, Du Yunfeng touched the bandage on his forehead in a leisurely manner, his head spinning non-stop - if his pretending to be sick was exposed, then the intention of "surrendering" to Nanjing would be too obvious, and the success would fall short, not just the principal If the goal is not achieved, I cannot forgive myself for my incompetence.

So, when he raised his head, he hit the corner of the bedside table with a "bang", and when he felt some blood oozing out, he raised his hand and threw out the water glass for the medicine, smashing it to pieces on the floor.

Then he lay down on the floor calmly, and hurried footsteps sounded downstairs immediately.

As he wished, he went to the hospital again. The doctors did all kinds of examinations and tests, but they couldn't make Du Yunfeng stop screaming for pain.

The boy surnamed Li was not good at serving, which made General Du more injured, and was directly thrown into the grassroots company and never recovered.

In the end, the sweaty experts analyzed the results like walking on eggshells: General Du's trauma was serious, but his mental trauma was also serious. The pain was not physiological, but psychological.

Du Yunfeng revealed his past medical history very appropriately during the pain interval - he fell from a cliff by accident in his early years, and once lost his memory to the point where he couldn't remember anything.

The Nanjing government was terrified. If this is a recidivism, no one knows anyone, and can't remember anything, wouldn't it be a big deal?

I also hope that Du Yunfeng will give the onlookers a good start and become a good example.

The doctors in Jinling Hospital were overwhelmed by politicians from all sides, and the last executive director had an idea. It is not easy to cure the disease, but easy to send it away.

"Senior officers, General Du's illness can vary greatly, and it is likely to be developing. If treated properly, we believe there is hope for a full recovery," he said.

"Then you are going to rule!" Director Zhang was in a hurry, he and Chairman Wang were fully guaranteed to win Du Yunfeng into our right-hand man, but he didn't expect Chongqing to do things so well that even his own people would kill him. It would have been a joy to blow up to death, but he was about to become a fool.

You say it's unlucky or not, the duck you get will not only fly, but it will fly up and hit him in the face.

"You officers don't know. Ever since Nanjing was broken down and the imperial army took over the hospital, good doctors have fled to death. The capacity of this hospital is really limited."

Du Yunfeng's heart brightened, and the voice of crying for pain subsided.

Sure enough, the doctor continued: "In terms of medical strength, you can either go to Peking Union Medical College or Shanghai Renji. Maybe there is a solution."

Director Zhang was in a hurry to go to the doctor, and he didn't dare to delay. He hurriedly contacted the special train and sent Du Yunfeng to the train overnight.

It was very early in the morning, the sky was just getting bright, and the train came to a slow stop in a cloud of steam. Du Yunfeng lifted up a corner of the curtain in the private room, and looked at the oriental capital again after many years.

His heart was extremely calm, just like the fog of a steam locomotive outside, a vast expanse of whiteness.

Then a voice from the bottom of my heart sounded: He is here.

In this largest city in the Far East, there is a him.

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I want to control my hand, stop, I can't write another spy story, control, control! ! !