chaotic world

After Paramount met Director Yu, Du Yunfeng was sure that Nanjing had indeed let go of his guard against him, so he stopped procrastinating and accepted the new position Nanjing gave him.

Du Yunfeng was the director of the Qingxiang Committee at the time. His main task was to build a team and clear the teams of all parties operating in the south of the Yangtze River.

The Wang family gave him this position to put him on the fire and let him offend all the forces in the south of the Yangtze River.Nanjing just wanted him to wipe out the National Revolutionary Army in southern Anhui and Hebei, and draw a clear line with the Chongqing government. At the same time, there are red guerrillas active in southern Anhui, which is also a thorn in the side of the Nanjing government. Heart.

It's a mess, but Du Yunfeng has to go, because he can't decide whether to go or not.

The secret telegram was sent from the basement of Du's house, and the Chongqing military command quickly responded, agreeing with his move, and decided to follow the plan, and also explore the reality of the power of the Nanjing government.

Therefore, Du Yunfeng set off as soon as he took office, and rushed to Hangzhou to set up the Appeasement Office. He relied on his prestige to recruit a group of miscellaneous troops from Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Anhui regions, Chongqing rout troops, and bandits. The above is the "Peaceful Nation-Building Army", but in fact Du Yunfeng was only recruited, and he didn't bother to train at all, and his combat effectiveness was basically zero.

And many of the officers who surrendered from Chongqing before became his subordinates. Du Yunfeng took the opportunity to get a clear understanding of the situation of these people, listed a long list and reports, and went all the way through the underground organization of the military command in Shanghai. Sent to Chongqing.

He was busy for more than two months before he put the Appeasement Office into a show. He was very satisfied with this appearance, and the nearly [-] shrimp soldiers and crab generals under his command also earned enough face for the Nanjing government.

In the early summer, he found an opportunity to go back to Shanghai. The excuse was that he could only hand over some confidential information to Director Yu at No. 76, Jisfield Road.

He fled back to Shanghai as if his butt was on fire, and had a long talk with Director Yu under pressure. He discussed the next offensive mission of the "Peaceful National Founding Army". resistance force.

To fight against the resistance, you need to know where the resistance is.

Director Yu handed over the painstaking information to Du Yunfeng, and Du Yunfeng turned around and went back to Du's house to send out the telegram.

After he finished his mountain of business, he finally had a little time for himself before he left.

He grabbed the phone and asked for Zhou's house.

It's a pity that the weather is not beautiful, the servant of Zhou's house said that the husband is not there, and Du Yunfeng asked again, but the servant did not dare to say more.

It must be that Zhou Lan is usually too cautious, and the servants at home don't dare to talk indiscriminately.

Du Yunfeng sent Zhao Xiaohu to Zhou's house secretly, but he couldn't go by himself. He was too eye-catching and had too close contact with Zhou Lan, which might harm Zhou Lan.

Zhao Xiaohu brought back the note from Uncle Dumb.

It turned out that Shumei was unwell and was admitted to the hospital, and Zhou Lan went to accompany her. The note said that she had been admitted for a day and a night.

Like a donkey pulling a mill, Du Yunfeng walked around the room dozens of times anxiously, and finally he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, leaving it alone.

He wants to see him.

Half an hour later, he showed up at Renji Hospital and told the doctor that he had suffered another headache and absent-mindedly cooperated with the doctor to perform various examinations. Zhao Xiaohu got into the examination room after a while and whispered a few words in his ear. sentence.

Du Yunfeng stood up abruptly, various instruments were ticking, and he left the stunned doctor and ran out.

Following Zhao Xiaohu's frequent turns, Du Yunfeng entered the inpatient department and stopped in front of a ward without any mistakes.

He saw Zhou Lan's profile. He must be tired, sitting on the edge of the bed, propping his head on one hand, and closing his eyes tightly.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes with a feeling, and met Du Yunfeng's gaze from afar.

He stood up slowly, without taking his eyes off Du Yunfeng, and walked towards him subconsciously.

After limping for a moment, he came back to his senses, hurriedly helped him to the side of the bed, and reached out to pick up the crutch.

Then he checked Shumei's infusion tube, stroked her forehead gently, and made sure that Shumei was asleep, so he went out.

Du Yunfeng had already walked away, and Zhou Lan walked silently behind. The two were separated by a distance of more than ten meters, like two unrelated strangers.

But Zhou Lan ignored her lameness and tried to speed up her pace as much as possible.

Du Yunfeng turned around and disappeared at the door of a ward.

Zhou Lan looked around vigilantly, only to see that in the long corridor, there was no one else except Zhao Xiaohu who was guarding the door of Shumei's ward.

When he reached the door, the door was ajar, and as soon as his hand touched the door, Du Yunfeng pulled him in.

Then he fell into his arms.

"Xiao Mu'an, I miss you so much." Du Yunfeng almost strangled Zhou Lan in his arms. In this empty ward, he and Zhou Lan were face to face. The other party must have not shaved for a few days. , pierced his cheek, making him itchy.

His face was itchy, and his heart was even more itchy.

Du Yunfeng almost bit Zhou Lan's earlobe, and whispered, "These two months are longer than two years, I'm so fucking afraid of monitoring, I dare not call you, and I dare not write to you, but hold back I'm dead."

Zhou Lan's crutches fell to the ground long ago, and he was able to stand still only by relying on Du Yunfeng. He put his arms around him, stroked his back, and said, "Xiao Yunfeng, I miss you too."

"Really?" Du Yunfeng let go of him, held his face in his hands, and lowered his head to the other's forehead, "Say it again."

Zhou Lan smiled: "I really miss you."

Du Yunfeng wanted to cry up to the sky, the small ward couldn't hold his joy, it's great, his little Mu'an misses him.

No matter how much he kissed, he couldn't hug enough, but he didn't have time to stay. He came back to Shanghai this time to meet Director Yu. He had so much confidential information in his pocket, and he didn't know how many eyes were watching him secretly. It is really risky to come to the hospital to see Zhou Lan.

He didn't want to leave, but Zhao Xiaohu outside the door urged him.

"Military seat, let's go, your car has been in the hospital for too long, I can't explain it."

Zhou Lan pushed him away, sighed, "Let's go," he said.

Du Yunfeng didn't move.

"Yunfeng, there is actually one more thing I want you to help with." Zhou Lan said, "It may not be easy to find out, but you have face in the military command, maybe you can find out."

"what's up?"

Zhou Lan gritted her teeth and said: "I really wanted to find out who killed Shumei through the military command. Why did Japanese soldiers ambush our old house? I always thought it was strange, but unfortunately I haven't done it yet. I became a deserter, and later I didn’t dare to let the military commander know that I was in Shanghai. You may do this, but you can’t find out who it is. Check the number of the Japanese army. I also have a spectrum in my heart. Tortured, I feel distressed, I may not be able to do anything for her, but I want to know."

Du Yunfeng panicked for a moment, because his intuition told him that the person who was able to wait for someone in an ambush in the old house was unlikely to be a passing team, and it was most likely the work of Imanobu Yaqing.

He Si didn't tell Zhou Lan how Du Yunfeng shot Jinxin Yaqing in the head during the Battle of the Ancient City, and Du Yunfeng never planned to tell.

He wants all these things to pass, all of them to pass, Du Steward's, Jinxin Yaqing's, He Si's, death is dead, all of them are in the past, he and Zhou Lan still have decades left in their lives, how can they have the energy to deal with them? The reasons for the grievances and grievances have all been cleared up, and the price is too high for him to pay.

He was speechless, flustered, and hugged Zhou Lan in his arms vigorously.He asked himself, if the person in his arms knew the truth, would he still be able to hug him?Will he leave with He Si's ashes as he did back then, and never hear from him again?

Zhou Lan thought he was just reluctant to leave, so she pushed him away, smiled and said to him:

"Let's go, I'll look for a chance to see you, Shanghai people are full of miscellaneous eyes, so don't gossip."

Du Yunfeng gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "I want to take you away."

Zhou Lan sighed, and reached out to touch his cheek: "Don't say silly things, let's go, I will really see you."

"Okay," Du Yunfeng asked in a deep voice, "When?"

Zhou Lan could only smile helplessly: "Shumei is ill, I will find a way when she recovers."

Du Yunfeng took a deep look at him, clenched his fists and left.

Shumei stayed in the hospital for half a month. Her liver function had problems, and she needed the hospital's equipment to monitor and treat her. After half a month, her health improved, and Zhou Lan carefully took her home.

The millet soup was rotten, and Zhou Lan didn't need a servant, so she fed her eight meals a day.

Shumei can't touch any oil, her liver and gallbladder are very fragile, and she can't digest meaty things.

The ginseng soup at home has never been cut off. Zhou Lan thought of ways to replenish her body. When she was awake, she hugged her and talked, saying that when he was a child, he also asked her when she was a child.

Shumei often doesn't match her words, but Zhou Lan always smiles with a good temper, sighs after laughing, and then says madam, I'm sorry.

Shumei played with her fingers on her own, repeating with vague understanding: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry".

Zhou Lan hugged her tightly, and said softly, "I'm sorry for all the harm I did to you before, and I'm sorry for my inability to protect you well."

He knew that Shumei couldn't remember clearly, but he himself remembered that he also promised that he would marry her to a good family and give her a large and generous dowry.

But she is crazy, no one will marry her except herself.

He lowered his head, turned away Shumei's face, and said with a embarrassed expression: "Madam, I still like him very much, I'm sorry!"

Shumei smiled silly at him and didn't answer him.

Du Yunfeng made a big circle in Yangzhou, Wuxi and Changzhou, wandering here and there with his corps of fish, turtle, shrimp and crab.

Those guerrillas who were elusive were very difficult to catch. Du Jun was like a planing chicken, pecking here and there, chasing the guerrillas away.

But it can’t be said that there are no results. After all, occasionally a small-scale battle can be fought. It is written in the newspaper that the Nanjing government has finally made some achievements in the military.

On the surface, Du Yunfeng looked too busy to keep his feet on the ground, but in fact he was very relaxed in his heart. His intelligence had already been released, and this battle was fought like a play. If you don't fight, you can't get over it. Let's fight, both sides have ulterior motives, you push me Come on, let me shove you, I didn't use my real strength, it was like flirting.

After the rainy season in the south, when Du Yunfeng returned to Hangzhou in the afternoon, the orderly sent in an invitation card from the Pharmaceutical Chamber of Commerce.

The invitation is very ordinary, it is to invite all the directors and shareholders of Jiangnan Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd. to a meeting in Liuzhuang, Yanggongdi, West Lake. This time, the representatives of the pharmaceutical company not only come from Shanghai, but also from Beiping and Guangdong, so the meeting place is I chose Hangzhou, where the transportation is convenient and the current affairs are not so sensitive.

Du Yunfeng had just rushed back from Yangzhou with his team, and he didn't even drink his saliva. Seeing the familiar handwriting on the please, he hurried to the bedroom to change into a set of casual clothes, and even scrambled and crawled to direct Zhao Xiaohu Drive to Liuzhuang.

He was so anxious on the road that he frequently rolled up his sleeves, and a watch was almost broken. Zhao Xiaohu knew what he was in a hurry, and while driving the car fast, he comforted them, "Mr. If you have a party for a day, you will definitely see Mr. Zhou."

"It's only one day in total. If you go one minute late, you will stay one minute less." Du Yunfeng sat unsteadily on the back seat, with thorns on his buttocks, he was not at all like a calm and prudent military officer. Why haven’t you arrived yet, do you know the way?”

Zhao Xiaohu was amused, he could walk the road around the lake well with his eyes closed.

He felt that the military seat seemed to be rejuvenating. As long as Mr. Zhou was involved, the military seat would not be a normal person.

"Yingbai Road!" Zhao Xiaohu turned the steering wheel, turned to the left, and went up the Baidi, "Junzuo, let's walk around the lake, and we will arrive after half a detour around the lake."

"This West Lake," Du Yunfeng was so anxious that he was about to bite his nails, "it's so damn big."

Arriving at Liuzhuang, handing over the invitation card, under the leadership of the service staff of the Chamber of Commerce, bypassing a rockery on the left and a pond on the right, Du Yunfeng only felt that he had trekked through thousands of mountains and rivers to arrive at the meeting place.

In the venue, the pharmaceutical representative from Tongrentang in Beiping had just finished speaking, and Du Yunfeng only heard a tail, "Dear colleagues in the pharmaceutical industry, it is our duty to save the country and the people."

Everyone present applauded, the spotlights of the reporters bang and smoke, and all the attention was focused on the podium.

Du Yunfeng was led to the representative's table in Shanghai. Directors and representatives of several large pharmaceutical companies knew him, and immediately nodded and shook hands warmly to welcome him.

"I'm sorry, Du is on military affairs, so I'm late." He explained in a low voice, and bowed to shake hands with the business leaders at this table. His eyes quickly locked on Zhou Lan, who was smiling but not smiling.

Zhou Lan was two people away from him, like an ordinary friend, stretched out his hand unhurriedly, and gently held the hand he handed over.

"Brother Du, it's not too late, it's too late." After speaking, he withdrew the hand that was almost grabbed by Du Yunfeng, and he didn't know if it was intentional. After he sat down firmly, he put his empty fist on his lips, as if kissing his own fingers , Xu Xu said, "There is still an afternoon to communicate, it doesn't matter if it is a little later."

Seeing his ambiguous and forbearing attitude, Du Yunfeng felt a plop in his heart, forced himself to calm down, and then said with a pun: "It's just a pity that Du has nothing to gain from this morning, it's really a waste."

Everyone echoed a few words in a low voice, saying that some representatives of the pharmaceutical industry gave a good speech in the morning, especially a Ph.D. in the western medicine industry gave a wonderful speech.

Du Yunfeng nodded, on the surface he agreed with these deaf ears, but his eyes never left Zhou Lan, as if trying to pull him over across the table, he threw countless hooks with his eyes alone.

Zhou Lan was almost overwhelmed by him, and coughed a few times with his fists in his hands. He lowered his eyes and said jokingly: "If Brother Du is not tired, I will make up lessons for you after lunch, and use up the time wasted in the morning. Help you get it back."

Du Yunfeng's Adam's apple twitched, and he thought of something, his ears turned red suddenly, and he forced himself to relax and said, "Then there is Boss Lao Zhou."

Zhou Lan smiled, glanced at him, and then turned his gaze to the podium, but his side face was hot, it was someone's serious gaze.

What was said on the stage, Du Yunfeng didn't understand. He was just a shareholder, and he didn't have any research on the pharmaceutical industry, so he came to study Zhou Lan.

Finally, when the speech was over, everyone went to the banquet hall for lunch. The buffet was conducive to free grouping and communication. Because Du Yunfeng had a military background, there were many people who wanted to curry favor with him. They all came up to toast a glass of beer wine. , Du Yunfeng couldn't evade it, but the corner of his eye kept catching Zhou Lan, and he didn't relax for a moment.

Zhou Lan knew everything, he simply ate some, and then bid farewell to everyone and went to rest, saying that he came from Shanghai early in the morning, his legs were a little tired, and he wanted to take a rest.

Most of the other guests had settled in Liuzhuang the day before, and they were considerate of Zhou Lan's hard work at home, so they agreed with him to take a break at noon.

Zhou Lan walked forward, and Du Yunfeng followed behind.

Zhou Lan didn't lock the door, because she knew that the other party would definitely follow, and sure enough, it took less than a minute, and she didn't know how Du Yunfeng got rid of those people who were making connections, and got away so quickly.

Hearing the door knock, Zhou Lan looked sideways and smiled.

He didn't say anything, and walked to the window with a cane, and opened the windows. The weather in June was already hot, and it would be much more comfortable to ventilate.

He heard the sound of the door being locked, and then the sound of quick footsteps, and just as he was about to turn around, Du Yunfeng had already arrived behind him and hugged him tightly.

"I miss you," Du Yunfeng said, "I miss you so much."

Zhou Lan let him hold her. Under the bright summer sun, he could smell the sweat on Du Yunfeng's body.

How anxious he was, he hurried over, and Zhou Lan even smelled sex between his cuffs.

"I miss you too," Zhou Lan touched his hand and comforted him, "Didn't I just look for a chance to see you? It's too obvious that I came to see you alone. For such a large-scale meeting, it takes more people to meet you." Take cover."

"Well," Du Yunfeng lowered his head and sniffed Zhou Lan's neck. There was a trace of body smell at the neckline and the warm air on his back. "It's too difficult to see him once."

Zhou Lan lowered his head and smiled, seeing Du Yunfeng hugging his big hands tightly, he joked lightly: "No, it's like having an affair."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly thought that if the two of them stood by the window like this, someone with ulterior motives would see them if they were not in order, so he stretched out his hand to pull all the gauze curtains.

The sun outside is so good, as long as the lights are not turned on indoors, this thin layer of gauze is enough to protect them from exposure.

What he said, coupled with his actions, made Du Yunfeng grumble in his heart.

The word cheating stimulated him, because he himself said that he could be a concubine.

When Zhou Lan arranged the curtains in perfect alignment and turned around again, he wanted to ask Du Yunfeng if he was tired.

Du Yunfeng had already dropped his shirt on the ground.

He looked like a dazed young man, naked from the upper body, looking down at Zhou Lan covetously.

Zhou Lan froze for a moment and understood.

Du Yunfeng's Adam's apple slid up and down, his lips moved: "Xiao Mu'an!"

Around Du Yunfeng's neck was a stainless steel chain equipped by the US military. In addition to the name tag, there was also a platinum ring, which was exactly the same as the one in his hand.

Of course Zhou Lan recognized it.

Behind Du Yunfeng is a room decorated in an antique style, with Shaman's vermilion bed propped up at the four corners.

"Yunfeng," Zhou Lan bowed his head, hesitating what to say, "I'm here...I really miss you and want to see you, but I have a wife."

He stuttered a word, very emboldened.

Du Yunfeng stared at him, and Zhou Lan saw that the other person's breathing was disordered and his chest heaved.

Du Yunfeng took a step forward, his chest and neck almost touching his face.

"Little Mu'an," Du Yunfeng said in a low voice, suppressing deep emotion, "Don't you want it? Don't you want me?"

The smell of this body is all too familiar.

In his youngest and most passionate years, they were lingering and burning together.

Zhou Lan swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

It was too difficult, he couldn't tell, he only had times when he couldn't want him, how could there be times when he didn't want him.

"I..." His gaze came up, and his eyes met, "Why don't I want you? But..."

Before he finished speaking, Du Yunfeng had already picked him up on his waist. Zhou Lan felt his world spinning for a moment, and then he was thrown onto the big soft and flat bed, and Du Yunfeng jumped on him.

He kisses him, preventing him from uttering a full sentence.

The chain hung on Zhou Lan's chest, carrying Du Yunfeng's body temperature.

Du Yunfeng knew in his heart that he knew what Zhou Lan was going to say.

There is still a hurdle in Zhou Lan's heart that he has not passed.

He was so choked up that he was about to explode, but he said to himself countless times that he couldn't force Zhou Lan anymore. He missed him many times, and he didn't want to miss him again after suffering so much.

He also didn't want Zhou Lan to love him with shackles.

"Xiao Mu'an, don't be afraid, it's nothing," he whispered while kissing, "Have you held back for a long time? I haven't touched anyone for several years, what about you? Do you have someone else?"

Zhou Lan was out of breath: "I only have myself."

Du Yunfeng was busy with his hands, and Zhou Lan's belt was thrown under the bed. He took a deep look at the other party——

"I don't want you today," Du Yunfeng buried his head, "I just want you to be happy."

Zhou Lan took a deep breath, and could no longer say any words of rejection.

Du Yunfeng knew him very well, he knew where he could touch him, where he was most sensitive, and he was articulate, so he tried his best.

It is often said that if you hurt someone, you will melt in your mouth.But Du Yunfeng pampered him tenderly, and he melted into his mouth.

Du Yunfeng has a dexterous tongue and mouth, plus a pair of calloused hands. In one noon, he almost exhausted Zhou Lan. When there was a knock on the door, someone from the organizer came to call, saying that Mr. Zhou is coming to speak. Are you ready?

Zhou Lan twitched, unable to vent at all.

Later, Zhou Lan was supported by Du Yunfeng on the speaking platform. His legs were sore and limp. Fortunately, everyone knew that his legs were seriously ill, and he was already very strong to be able to speak standing up.

He hastily read the speech he had prepared beforehand, and he didn't have any unconventional views. He just suggested that the chamber of commerce should come forward to raise some funds to encourage medical and pharmaceutical talents to return to China, so as to solve the current problem of shortage of medical talents. He also expressed his willingness to take the lead Donate funds to solicit donations, and other participants are free to ask.

Amid applauding applause from the audience, he returned to this table leaning on his crutches. Du Yunfeng had already changed places with someone else, sitting next to him.

Behind them was a wall covered with baroque wallpaper, and someone was speaking on the stage, and everyone listened attentively.

Du Yunfeng took his hand quietly, and touched his fingers tenderly and lingeringly. Du Yunfeng's hand was big and warm, and the palm was dry.

He took his hand, like a little trick that a teenager secretly does in class, with a kind of joy of success.

Zhou Lan turned his face to him and gave him a warning look, but he caught a glimpse of the red corner of the other's mouth, which seemed to have small torn wounds.

His face turned red instantly.

Du Yunfeng saw it, and clenched his hands tightly, and when Zhou Lan looked up at him questioningly, he seemed to lick the corner of his mouth lightly.

Zhou Lan shivered imperceptibly, and Du Yunfeng felt it. He smiled triumphantly, passed his five fingers through the other's fingertips, and refused to let go all afternoon.

Zhou Lan didn't have dinner in Hangzhou, but got into the car before dark.

The driver, Xiao Zhang, helped the husband into the car. The husband seemed to be out of his mind, and he was still a little dazed when he got into the car. When the car drove away, the husband would look back from time to time. After turning a big bend, he could not see Liu Zhuang at all, and the husband completely looked away.

Along the way, the husband didn't speak a word, he lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.Of course, my husband is always very silent. He usually seldom talks in the car and often frowns, but today is different. Xiao Zhangjue feels that my husband laughed several times in the dark.

I don't know what made my husband so happy. Xiao Zhang has never seen him so happy since he became a driver in Zhou's house.

The husband is not short of money, and he never looks happy when he makes money.Xiao Zhang couldn't figure it out. Of course, as a man, his brain also moved to the wrong side, but when he thought of the way the husband was so kind to his wife, he shook his head secretly. The husband is not that kind of person.

In the vast night outside the window, Zhou Lan was lost in the slight shaking. He rushed to Shanghai non-stop, but his soul stayed in Hangzhou on its own.

He recalled over and over again in his mind, his little Yunfeng's red lips and white teeth, his shortness of breath, yes, and the slight wound at the corner of his mouth.

It's deadly.

Smiling and laughing, he sighed, thinking: "Is this cheating?"

I love him and he loves me, but we can only steal a little time.

These stolen hours made him happy, guilty, and sad.

The author has something to say:

I’m on a business trip today, so I’m posting what I caught up with last night. I don’t know if I have time to write tonight, so the update time will be later tomorrow, probably at noon.