chaotic world

Zhou Lan and Du Yunfeng's life here is prosperous.I also bought two garden houses, one more luxurious than the other, the most luxurious one is on Racecourse Road in the German Concession. Go, simply store up assets.Turning the corner is Hong Kong Road. They bought a three-story villa from a British businessman. It also has a red brick exterior, but it is twice the size of the original small red building. The garden is not only one size bigger, and the lawn is bigger than Manager Lu’s Spectacular, with a swimming pool in the backyard.The original small red building was lived by the third aunt, and the original Zhou family's old house was completely locked and vacant.

On the weekend, Yunhai led a group of classmates to swim. Boys and girls were wearing swimsuits and swimming trunks. Under the sun, the water splashed everywhere, shining brightly. Zhou Lan was wearing swimming trunks and sitting on a plastic recliner, looking at the carefree teenagers through round smoky crystal glasses. , His hair was still dripping water. If Du Yunfeng hadn't dragged him into the water just now, he might never want to enter the swimming pool for the rest of his life. After he was ten years old, he was very afraid of water. Repeated death many times, he only one life, do not want to take any risk.

A towel was placed on his head, and he rubbed it neatly. Zhou Lan let Du Yunfeng flatter him, without looking back, and picked up the soda to drink on his own.After kneading until it stopped dripping, Du Yunfeng squatted next to the deck chair: "The water is shallow and can't submerge your neck. I'm here."

Zhou Lan shook her head: "It's not safe."

That night, he had a dream. The swimming pool in the backyard was distorted and enlarged, expanding infinitely, turning into a vast ocean. The house was an inconspicuous island of refuge. A monstrous wave rose up, smashing the isolated island into pieces, and the sea was swirling. Pulling him in, he was in the water, dizzy, as if everyone else could swim except him, floating towards the surface of the water like a newly brewed tea, but he was just the opposite, like a soaked old tea stalk, with his head turned He fell down, couldn't breathe, poured water when he opened his mouth, and couldn't make a sound.The bottom of the sea was dark, he fell into the darkness in fear, vaguely, countless hands stretched out from the bottom of the sea, wrapping around him like seaweed, among the countless hands was his second brother's bruised little face, gnashing his teeth "Xiao Yezhong, come and stay with me!" Zhou Lan struggled desperately, and in a blink of an eye, he saw those hands leisurely grabbing Du Yunfeng, and they were about to grab the other's scarred calf. Zhou Lan shouted with all his strength: "Yun Feng, run!"

After screaming, Zhou Lan sat up, sweating profusely, with Du Yunfeng's thigh firmly pressed against his stomach.

When Du Yunfeng rubbed his eyes and got up, Zhou Lan was pulling the sheet to wipe away his sweat and moved his thighs away. He was out of breath, and his back was wet.Du Yunfeng stroked his sweaty hair and hugged him for a while.Zhou Lan has been having nightmares recently. Yesterday he said he dreamed of being burned to death, and today he dreamed of being drowned.

He ran to the bathroom to put a tub of water, and Du Yunfeng carried Zhou Lan to take a bath. In the middle of the night, in the dead of night, Zhou Lan seemed to be still in a nightmare, staring at the edge of the bathtub and refusing to enter. Du Yunfeng was so strong that he hugged a child. Pinching his waist and legs, he entered the bathtub by himself, hugged the person and sat down, kissed the other person's forehead and comforted him softly: "I'm holding you, what are you afraid of, I have you." Caressing the other person's back, the tightly bound arms gradually Relax, Zhou Lan stopped struggling, just looked up at him, then lowered her head again, stretched out her arms and hugged him tightly: "I'm afraid of death, and I'm also afraid of your death!"

"Did you dream that I was dead?" Du Yunfeng leaned against the bathtub, stretched out his hand from the water, stroked the back of the other's head, the water flowed through the forearm, and dripped back into the bathtub at the elbow.

"No, you won't." Zhou Lan suddenly felt that he didn't even want to say the word "death", and that this word couldn't get closer to himself and Du Yunfeng. He arched Du Yunfeng's neck and opened his mouth again: "You say people Will there be retribution?"

Du Yunfeng knew that the other party had killed many people, more than this bandit himself, and none of them were good ways to kill, so it was easy to think about it at night.Du Yunfeng folded his arms, and hugged each other tightly: "You have been forced, and it's all over. If there is retribution, I will bear it for you. My life is hard!"

After washing and drying the sweat for the other party, he carried him back to the bed like a child.The headlights were turned off, leaving only a small dim glass lamp beside the bed. Du Yunfeng leaned against the head of the bed, pushed Zhou Lan back into the bed, and put one hand on the other's eyes: "Sleep"

Zhou Lan went to move his hand, but didn't move, she simply lay down on her side, stretched her arms around the other's waist, and her breathing gradually became even.

Du Yunfeng waited for the other party to fall asleep, and took his hand away. He looked down at that face, no matter how he looked at it, he loved him, no matter how he looked at him, he felt sorry for him. No matter how many bad things he did, he still loved him.

In the blink of an eye, from autumn to winter, when he was free, Du Yunfeng drove Zhou Lan to Dule Temple in Ji County and set off early in the morning.

Dule Temple is a very old temple. Du Yunfeng heard her mother nagging when he was very young. He knew that his mother was also from Tianjin. Take Du Yunfeng to the temple in Cangzhou to burn incense.Once, her mother knelt on the futon and kowtowed to the Bodhisattva to let the Buddha bless her son to grow up to be a leader, but when she opened her eyes and looked back, her son was gone. How far can a five or six-year-old child run? Even the cloth curtain under the altar was turned over, and suddenly he heard his son call "Mother" crisply, and then he raised his head to look. The eighteen arhats in the side hall all had ferocious eyebrows, and Du Yunfeng was riding a long-browed arhat with a smile "Mother, I subdued the old monster, isn't it powerful?" Her mother thought with a bang in her head, thinking that the wish just now was for nothing, she coaxed and lied to get the child down, and ran away like she was ashamed to see anyone. Going out of the temple, he took the child to run, and when he looked back, Du Yunfeng's calf was following quickly, and he was still holding an eyebrow of the long-browed arhat in his hand, like pulling a snake against the wind, her mother's mind was buzzing again One sound.

Thinking of this, Du Yunfeng smiled while driving, and then frowned again. He is rich, but he can't bring his mother back to Tianjin anymore, so he came to Dule Temple to have a look.

"I also want to learn to drive," Zhou Lan thought it was fun seeing Du Yunfeng driving very neatly.Du Yunfeng looked at the road ahead. The road out of Tianjin was not easy. The gravel road was full of potholes. He needed to change gears constantly, so he replied, "I will teach you in the future. Find a good road when you return to Tianjin."

Arrived at Dule Temple at noon, already passed the Xiaohan solar term, it was bitterly cold, the county town was much windier than the city, and much colder.Du Yunfeng wore a black leather coat, the length of which was below his knees, showing a tall and strong body. The clothes had a large European-style lapel, and inside was the satin blue scarf that Zhou Lan had given him before. The narrow black brim on his head He took off his top hat, and stretched out his hand to turn up the collar of his coat, covering it up to his chin.When he looked back, Zhou Lan had just got out of the car. He was also wearing a black coat, but it was made of woolen material. Brother son looks like.Du Yunfeng walked around the car and stretched out his hand to help the other party tidy up the mink collar, and pressed the other party's top hat: "Let's go up the mountain!" He put his shoulders on the other party's shoulder, pointed up the mountain with the other hand, Zhou Lan squinted in the cold wind, Seeing the temple not far away on the mountain, he put his hands in the pockets of his coat, and accompanied by Du Yunfeng, he stepped up the steps of the mountain gate.

Entering the gate of the temple, first enter the Guanyin Pavilion, burn incense and make a wish, Zhou Lan put three sticks of red high incense into the copper incense burner, folded his hands together and bowed casually, he said: "I believe in the Lord first, then kill, and turn around and believe in the Buddha, it is useful." Is it illusory?" Du Yunfeng just stood up, inserted the high incense stick in his hand, turned his head and said, "Who said illusory? It is clearly visible and tangible." He called for the abbot, and gave bundles of incense money, It is said to spend money to eliminate disasters and let the monks here recite scriptures for you every day, so that you will not have nightmares anymore.

If there were no ghosts and gods in the world, what would Zhou Lan have to be afraid of?If there are ghosts and gods in the world, and piles of banknotes are thrown out, all the monks and masters in Tianjin can do it for Zhou Lan, and all kinds of evildoers can be cured - it seems that this is the truth, and Zhou Lan feels much more comfortable.

The Daxiong Hall in the backyard enshrines the third Buddha. Du Yunfeng pulled Zhou Lan to draw a lottery, regardless of marriage, health, or family, just to play with it.Knowing that Du Yunfeng was fond of trouble, Zhou Lan didn't stop him. When he got the signature, he didn't ask the monk to explain it, because Zhou Lan didn't believe it, so he didn't read or ask.Du Yunfeng glanced at the signed letter hastily. He didn't understand Chinese characters yet, so he couldn't figure out the exact meaning.

The sky is gloomy, the chill is bitter, the wind direction is erratic, the humble lottery has no roots in the wind, and it is not willing to fall. Wet and buried in the soil, the four signatures were faintly buried: "On the day of Pingyang, dragons and tigers gather together, and it is suitable to meet again after breaking the clothes. If you lose your shoes and lose your feet on the road to the sky, there is no return date for all in the secular world."

It was already late at night when we returned from Ji County to the Red House in the British Concession. It was windy and snowy, and the car couldn't keep warm. Both of them were terribly cold. Zhou Lan was sneezing all the way. Du Yunfeng insisted on taking off his coat and covering him.As soon as he got home, the servant immediately boiled two large bowls of ginger soup, drank it hot, and took a hot bath to dispel the chill.Cuddling each other to sleep at night, Zhou Lan slept warmly and happily, and had no dreams all night.When I woke up in the morning, I found that Du Yunfeng's side was unusually hot - he had a fever, no wonder he kept leaning against Zhou Lan in the middle of the night, he must have been sleeping cold.

After taking the medicine and sleeping all morning, Du Yunfeng got up at noon, wrapped in cotton pajamas and went downstairs.

Zhou Lan was sitting on the sofa in the living room, flipping through the ledger while eating pears. There was a pile of ledgers on the coffee table, spread out everywhere, sketching.Zhou Lan looked up at the other party, reached out to pat her side, and continued to stare at the curtain.

Du Yunfeng sat next to him, with his long legs resting on the coffee table, leaning back and lazily leaning on the back of the sofa. Zhou Lan looked at his bare feet and was angry that he didn't know how to keep warm after taking the medicine. He turned to the door and shouted: "Third sister, take a pair of socks and pear water!" Turning his head: "Drink some pear soup, so that you don't have to cough." Du Yunfeng's lips were dry, and the cold medicine made him sleepy.

Du Yunfeng stretched out his arms on the back of the sofa, surrounded Zhou Lan within his range, embraced him, lowered his head and said, "Do you think I'm still burning?" The scented lips were wet, and they pressed it defenselessly.

"It doesn't seem to be burning anymore." Zhou Lan licked his lips, reached out and wiped the other's forehead, Du Yunfeng reached out and took half of the pear in the other's hand, and bit it, the third sister had already brought the socks and pear water, Zhou Lan After taking the socks, he ordered some lean meat porridge and less salt.The third sister is a newly hired servant, she speaks little but is quick in hand, and retreats sensibly.Zhou Lan opened the socks, smoothed them out, then sat down on the front of the sofa, reached for Du Yunfeng's feet and put them on in a neat way, then put the legs of the cotton pajamas in place, wiped them evenly to prevent air leakage, and took them back. The other party gnawed the flavored pear pit with relish, threw it into the ashtray, picked up the bowl and brought it to the other party's mouth: "Drink".

Du Yunfeng didn't raise his hand to pick it up, just took a sip from the other person's hand, and Zhou Lan smiled, "I'm serving the confinement child!" Du Yunfeng also laughed, choked, coughed hard, and the coughing sound was not clear , with a faint hollow voice, Zhou Lan patted him on the back, feeling that the voice was wrong, thinking that he should take him to see a doctor, just about to open his mouth, the phone rang.

The third sister answered the phone: "Hello, Zhou Mansion" and covered the receiver: "Mr. Zhou, turn off the incoming call."

Zhou Lan threw the towel to Du Yunfeng, walked over to answer the phone, hummed a few times, and then said: "The goods are coming soon, this time we will make a big batch, we will not do it a year ago, you have to bite the bullet at the smokehouse." Price, there is no such store after this village, so don’t want the goods before the cunning years ago.” Then he held up the handset and talked for a while, and when he was about to hang up, he asked in surprise, “What’s the happy event?” After a while Finally, he said flatly that I understand, and hung up the phone.

Going back to Du Yunfeng, he explained the content of the phone call, Fengtian is urging the goods, this time is their largest purchase volume, and all the millions in their hands have been put into it, making a ruthless profit, which can cover half a year's profit.Du Yunfeng asked what the happy event meant, but Zhou Lan almost forgot if he didn't ask: "The surname Cheng is born." Du Yunfeng sat up straight with a bang, his face full of joy: "Xiao Mu'an, you are now a father! A boy or a girl?" Zhou Lan Looked at him in surprise: "Li Bonian didn't say anything"

"Then you don't know how to ask?"

"did not ask!"

After recuperating for a few days but not getting better, Du Yunfeng coughed violently and went to a large hospital to take an X-ray film. The doctor pointed at the translucent film, and quickly concluded that he had severe pneumonia and should be given medicine immediately.Du Yunfeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, this little ailment had developed inflammation, he refused to be hospitalized, he just had someone take him home with a car full of medicines and nurses, and lay on his bed to recuperate comfortably.

Zhou Lan didn't care about him. The large batch of goods from India arrived. This time they all took the overland route. They were already familiar with the checkpoints along the way, so it was expected that nothing would happen.After Du Yunfeng got pneumonia, his face flushed every day, not a good one. Before, it was tuberculosis, an undead disease. If he didn't treat the disease quickly and get rid of the root cause, he would procrastinate for the rest of his life, and sooner or later he would cough to death.So this time he planned to follow the goods by himself. Du Yunfeng disagreed at first, and wanted to go together. Zhou Lan was really angry.

Zhou Lan felt that Du Yunfeng was too nervous, but for the sake of safety, he was almost fully armed this time. He hid two Brownings in his coat and a short dagger in his socks.

There were a lot of goods, a lot of carriages, and a lot of people. Except for Li Bonian who left two people to sit in the Cheng family compound, the other 20 or so people were all dispatched.

Entering Rehe and taking Chengde, the journey went smoothly. When he arrived at Shanhaiguan, he lined up more than 20 carriages, all of which were chopped high cotton yarn, waiting to pass the customs. He was worried for a while, but he saw that the checkpoint was still the same Captain Fujita, who had dealt with him before, calmed down and pulled out the suitcase he had prepared. This time there was a lot of goods, and he had prepared a large box of US dollar bills. The cakes are average.He took out a heavy bag and went to the checkpoint.

After leaving the cakes, the carriage was released, and entered the customs in a mighty manner.As long as you enter the Shanhaiguan Pass, it is almost the only land passage to enter the pass, and you will pass the most difficult pass.

Everyone relaxes, this dumping of smoke is actually as dangerous as the bandits smashing the kiln, anyone who wants to see your goods is no different from real gold and silver, and they will definitely grab them desperately.The Japanese can be paid with money, but not necessarily bandits. Fortunately, they are armed with [-] or [-] guns. When ordinary bandits see these guys, they will only have thieves and no guts.

Ten days after leaving Tianjin, the troops arrived in Xingcheng County, and something happened.

It was originally a small checkpoint, and I was given money to cross the border, but something went wrong when I entered the county. The Kwantung Army adjusted its defenses, and the old gates disappeared. The new Japanese soldiers shouted Japanese, patrolling everywhere, surveying the terrain. .Zhou Lan could not withdraw, nor could he leave the customs, so he had no choice but to plan to stay dormant in the county seat, and spent a lot of money to rent the warehouse of the county government. While unloading, Japanese soldiers were recruited somehow, and the people under his command were all bandits. During the pushing and shoving, no one knew who fired the gun, and then the battle broke out completely. The heavy weapons of the Japanese army that had just changed their defenses had not yet arrived, mixed with the puppet troops of the Xingcheng County Security Corps, and surrounded the county government tightly.The county government office is fairly strong, and it won't die without shelling. Several times when it rushed in, it was blocked by the guns flying out of the yard.

Zhou Lan is in a hurry, holding on like this is not an option. When ammunition and food are always exhausted, the Japanese will use heavy weapons sooner or later. They don’t need planes and tanks. They only need a few mortars to blow up the yard. Eighty-eight, the phone in the county government has been cut off, and he has lost contact with the outside world.

After persisting for two days and two nights, the outer wall was densely packed with bullet holes. Several brothers were injured. There were few people, so Zhou Lan had to go up. When the bullet pierced through, the bullet carried the inertia and knocked the person off the wall. He fell to the ground. He sat up blankly, looked at his hand, his mind went blank for a moment, and someone ran over to him. Bandaged, he was already numb to the sound of gunshots.

If he surrendered, he might not be able to live. The opium in this room must not be kept. This is all his capital. If he has no money—how can he live?In his logic, money is life, you can rob my child, but you can't touch my money.Zhou Lan gritted her teeth and yelled: "Fight with them, I'm dead, all the opium is burned, and no one can get it!"

Three days without oil and salt, no sleep for a second, the sound of gunfire faded away, and there were not many bullets left. The Japanese translator shouted outside: Surrender without killing.

Zhou Lan wobbled up the wall, held the gun in his wounded hand, and fired the trigger with pain. The gunfire rang out again, but it was no longer piercing, as if it was far away, with a muffled sound. He stood on the wall and fired without even taking cover Looking, not afraid at all, like a dream, a brother next to him had a brain blossom, and blood burst into his eyes, a piece of red, rubbing his eyes, it seemed to fade a little, the burning pain, he staggered to crawl Go down to the wall, open the door of the warehouse, pour gasoline on the piles of cotton yarn bales,

He was afraid of death, and even more afraid of having no money, so he had to take the money with him when he left.

But there is always someone who is afraid of death, and not everyone can share the joys and sorrows. Finally, someone secretly opened the gate of the county government office, and puppet troops from the security regiment rushed in, followed by Japanese with live ammunition.Zhou Lan was pressed to the ground with his face pressed against the gravel. During the struggle, his forehead was scratched and bleeding, and the bloody mud rubbed his head and body. The lighter in his hand was already lit, but he couldn't throw it out no matter what. Someone hit him on the back of the head with the butt of a gun.

Zhou Lan woke up in a daze, seeing the dark roof in front of her eyes, with a dim yellow light coming in from the railings of thick wooden piles, and the railings were projected onto three rough concrete walls without windows—into the county government prison.The back of his head was in severe pain, and he raised his hand subconsciously to touch it. The chains rang, and the cast iron handcuffs locked his hands. There were cloth strips wrapped in random on the pierced palms, which were almost integrated with the blood mud.He could only raise two hands to touch it at the same time, but it was useless to touch it, as the dirty blood could no longer tell whether it was on the back of his head or on his hands.

Hearing the ringing of the chains, someone in the cell next door called the military division, several cells shouted, their voices were deliberately lowered, with eagerness.

Zhou Lan responded, leaning on the railing and stood up shaking. He hadn’t gotten a drop of water since the beginning of the battle, and now he was wearing shackles, rattling, the cell was low, and he couldn’t stand upright at all. He had to bow his head or bend his legs. The knee of one leg hurts, and he can't remember when it hurt, and he couldn't stand steadily, so he simply sat back on the haystack, and said again: "How many people do we have?" He was in the innermost room of the cell, There were no other cells in sight, the opium must be gone, the gun must have been surrendered, and now he could only care about how many people were left.

"Military Master, we have eleven people left, if you count Huang Fat'er and Lao Scar."

Zhou Lan snorted and said, "That means there are still nine left." He curled up his knees in pain. If those two people hadn't opened the door, he would have burned the opium paste long ago. Now he doesn't have to wait for death while thinking about it. Put your own things into other people's pockets.

What good can happen to a traitor?If the devil took the two of them away, would they still be able to eat and drink as offerings?There must be an interrogation, nothing more than to see what identity, or to squeeze out more money.Zhou Lan used these people to make money, but only let them contribute. As for where there is still money, they can't figure it out.

When the devil finds out that those two people can't squeeze out the oil, he will definitely turn his head and torture the leader. Then it's his turn. Don't even think about coming out whole.

Sure enough, there was a noise outside the cell, and a few yellow-skinned Japanese soldiers walked in. These Japanese devils are not tall, and they can move freely in the low cell. Zhou Lan thought that the cell should be designed for you Ah, just thinking about it makes me happy. When the Japanese soldier unchained the cell, he still had a funny expression on his face, which looked really weird under the dim light.Lao Ba was driven by someone, he didn't dare to look at Zhou Lan, and murmured tremblingly: "Military Master" choked up his sobs and burst into wails: "Don't blame me, Military Master, Huang Fatty is so miserable, Military Master, I don't want to die," As he said that, tears came down, and the cell next to him was like an explosion. Usually, wolf-like men would scold Lao Scar's eight generations of ancestors at the top of their voices.

The translator slapped Lao Ba across the face: "You said, he took the lead?"

"Yes, yes, yes" Old Scar was like a rabbit being held by its ears, with its paws curled up and its face flinching.

Unshackled, Zhou Lan was held up, he broke free: "Don't touch me fucking, I will walk by myself." Dragging his injured leg and stepping out of the cell door, he stood in front of Lao Ba: "When will you betray me?" None of us will end well.”

Zhou Lan was taken all the way to the torture room. A Japanese man with a star on his shoulder was sitting on a long stool. It was cold winter, but he opened his neckline, his forehead was steaming, and there was a streak of blood in front of him, like a cut. Something fell on it, Zhou Lan remembered that when he scratched the face of old man Cheng, he also spattered a line of blood, and then mixed with brains, which was much more spectacular than the one in front of him. Thinking of this, he glanced at the wall All kinds of torture instruments on the ground, the corners of their mouths twitched, and they were happy again without warning.

In one life, he has committed too many sins, one life is worth many lives, and he does not lose.He spends money like water, and he has enjoyed it with his close lovers, so it's not a loss.The only ones who worry about it are Niang and Yunfeng, so they can't be involved anyway.

Through the first two people, the Japanese determined that they were not soldiers, but just wealthy opium merchants, so they asked him to spend more money to save his life.Zhou Lan thought about asking Tianjin to send money, but Du Yunfeng would definitely risk his life to save him. If the Japanese don't keep their promises, everyone will die here.

He didn't say a word, the Japanese greeted him with a leather whip dipped in salt water, he gritted his teeth and stood up, he really wanted to call Yunfeng to say goodbye, but he couldn't.

A triangular soldering iron is baked in the fiery red charcoal stove, which is the same color as the charcoal fire when pulled out. "To be honest, don't ask for trouble, you can't fool the Japanese imperial army." The translator said viciously with small round glasses, like a dog that hasn't grown up, ugly and bullying.Zhou Lan drooped his head, dripping with sweat, trembling with pain all over, but refused to say anything.

There was a scream, and the white smoke from the branding iron stabbed him under the ribs. The smell of meat filled the room. Amidst the laughter of watching the excitement, Zhou Lan tried to curl up his body, but his hands and feet were handcuffed, so he could only expose his body. In the pain of his own wounds, he didn't know if he had been scalded through, and his consciousness began to blur. Someone continued to ask him something, but he couldn't hear clearly, but he tried hard to control himself, afraid that he couldn't help but say Du Yunfeng.

He wanted to live, but he didn't want to risk Du Yunfeng's life, so when his mind was confused, he decided to risk his life. He firmly insisted that he was Jinxin Yaqing's friend and he had a share of the opium.

Normal people cannot resist so many tortures. With a little curiosity and mistrust, the Japanese called the headquarters of the Japanese Garrison Army, and it was Teruo Yamashita who answered the phone.

In less than a day, Jin Xin hurried to Xingcheng County with Shan Xia, and he saw Zhou Lan in ragged clothes and bloody flesh.Without anyone's help, he personally removed Zhou Lan, who was unconscious, from the torture rack, put it on the back of Shan Xia, and sent it out in a hurry.

Walking to the door, Jinxin, who was wearing a military uniform, suddenly turned around, and kicked the officer who was tortured, and stomped viciously on his chest, the man flew out, and the officer clutched his chest, rolling and crawling back Next to Imanobu, bowed at ninety degrees, babbling in Japanese in fear.With a fierce look in his eyes, Imanobu also yelled at him sullenly in Japanese: "I told you to pay attention to this group of people, who told you to torture them?"