chaotic world

Chapter 49

Someone came to his hometown in Tianjin, but Du Yunfeng was unaware of it.

He was so ignorant that he was a little confused about why he was happy and why he was unhappy. That day when he thought of the word "Mu'an", he felt pain in his heart for a long time, but he didn't think of a reason.

The more he couldn't think of it, the more he tried to think about it, and he felt that the matter was already on the tip of his mind, and he could say it right away, but he forgot it as soon as he opened his mouth.

Song Shudong took good care of him, gave him food, and even tore some cloth when he sneaked to the market, and sent it to the tailor shop to choose the simplest and cheapest clothes for him to wear, and then begged for another The student's mother had a cotton-padded jacket and trousers, and because it was inconvenient to drag Du Yunfeng out to meet people, he gestured to the size and told them that he planned to go back to his hometown for the New Year and make a cotton-padded jacket for his father.

The aunt was also a real person, so she said: "Your father is tall enough, and he is not fat. He must be an old farmer who can't sit still all his life."

Song Shudong withdrew his gesticulating hand, nodded indiscriminately with an unnatural expression, and Nuonuo said yes.

The sun was very bright at noon. Song Shudong ran home after his class and taught a few children abacus in the morning. He had a good temper, and the children were not afraid of him. They turned the abacus upside down on the table and did a car run. It made Song Shudong very angry.

As soon as he pushed the door open, a bigger head came into view - Du Yunfeng was lying sprawled on the pile of firewood, basking in the sun with his hands in his pockets.

The padded jacket has no shape or style, and the size is estimated, so it doesn't fit well. Once you put it on, a good person will be wretched for a thousand miles.

In addition, he hasn't cut his hair or shaved his face for a long time, and his sideburns are flamboyant, covering most of his face.

Looking at Du Yunfeng, who was covered in firewood, Song Shudong stroked his heart and pressed down, thinking that it was daytime, so he had to carry it all at once at night, it was like meeting Zhang Fei.

He inserted the courtyard door and went straight to the kitchen. Du Yunfeng gave him a sideways glance with a straw stick in his mouth, changed to a comfortable leg, and closed his eyes to enjoy it again.

Song Shudong thought this is really a master!

I don't know what sin he committed in his life, so he followed Du Yunfeng's way. First, he was kidnapped by him and brought disaster, and he gritted his teeth with hatred. Qiu, give him money to find Shunian, and let Xiaoman take care of him, don't be killed by Zhou Lan, the good and the bad are intertwined, and now he doesn't know whether he should hate him or not.

I don't know, but he still used the greatest courage in his life to pull him out of the wolf's mouth. Of course, if there was no dead man beside him who could chew on him, with his ability, no amount of kerosene would scare those wolf away. hungry wolf.

Not to mention saving him, he still has to hold his breath and wait on him.After filling the firewood and brushing the pot, he picked up the gourd ladle and realized that there was no water in the water tank. He threw down the ladle to touch the water bucket, but found that the wooden bucket was wet. Looking at the water tank from the corner of his eye, it was already full.

Looking into the yard, the upturned feet on the firewood stack are still bouncing triumphantly.

Song Shudong is an honest boy, and he suddenly felt that the slander just now was not very kind. No matter how strong Du Yunfeng is, he is still injured, not to mention his brain is not working, so he thought he had to be nicer to him, so he decided to add an extra pickle to his lunch Copy soybeans.

Dangdang was cutting pickle sticks on the cutting board. His knife skills were poor, and the pickle sticks were cut into pickle sticks. His fingers were fleshy. No matter how they were placed, they were awkward. He almost added meat to the pickle sticks.

Am I cheap? He was a little suspicious again.

After lunch, he showed Du Yunfeng the wanted warrant that he had stolen. Du Yunfeng's knowledge of words was limited, so he shook his head and looked at it for a long time.

Song Shudong almost rolled his eyes angrily.

"The whole city is looking for you." Song Shudong stuffed the wanted order into the hole of the kang, set it on fire, and turned to look at Du Yunfeng who was sitting on the edge of the kang, "Brother Du, you should have some snacks!"

That is to say, in this barren mountain and wild ridge, there are not many families. The Japanese and the security team did not search this place. If one day bad luck hits the door, there is really nowhere to hide in this small broken courtyard and small broken house .

"We still have to find a way to go," Song Shudong clapped his hands and stood up, took off his shoes and climbed into the kang, opened the kang cabinet, supported the cabinet cover with one hand, and reached inside with the other, "I think the wind outside is not so tight, it's so long No one was found in time, they must have thought you were dead."

He dug out a small cloth bag, turned around and sat on the edge of the kang. Du Yunfeng was already leaning on the quilt at this moment, with his hands behind his head, stepping on the edge of the kang with his legs crossed. Half a kang.

Song Shudong sighed, how did Du Yunfeng, a sturdy bandit, become such a happy and silly big man!

"I saved some money." Song Shudong spread out a small cloth bag in front of him, which contained odd bills, "I think it's too dangerous for the two of us to be caught at any time, not to mention that there are only a few families in this village." , It’s not a long-term plan for me to hide you in the yard every day, if someone with sharp eyes sees it, they might turn around and confess you.”

Of course, if Du Yunfeng was confessed, Song Shudong would not survive.When he got Du Yunfeng out of the wolf's mouth, he breathed a sigh of relief, but when he saw the arrest warrants all over the city the next day, he realized that the relief was too early. He kept a big bomb at home that could explode at any time.

"The eldest nephew of the village chief works as the teaching director of a well-known middle school in the city. He has a batch of used tables, chairs and benches to be transported out of the city in a few days." Song Shudong continued while counting the money in his hand, "I told him I said that I need to take a ride, transport some useless furniture to my hometown in the countryside, of course, it can’t be in vain, anyway, I don’t need him to hire porters.”

Du Yunfeng seemed to listen but didn't listen, he was indifferent.

"The money is still a little low," Song Shudong sighed after counting, and looked up at Du Yunfeng, "Brother Du, let's get out of the customs, away from the Japanese, we have to go!"

Du Yunfeng gave him a sideways look, and replied in a nonchalant manner: "Let's go."

Song Shudong tentatively added: "Then why don't I leave?"

Du Yunfeng didn't even squint his eyes this time, he just subconsciously touched his trouser pocket. He didn't know that it was a habitual action of touching cigarettes, and he didn't touch anything. Let's go."

Seeing him like that, Song Shudong knew that he hadn't lost his mind, so he put down the money, knelt and crawled to Du Yunfeng's side, and said very seriously: "Brother Du, are you afraid of death?"

His tone was too formal, so Du Yunfeng stopped shaking his feet and answered him calmly: "I'm not afraid."

This made Song Shudong lose his temper, and he was not afraid of death. What else could he do with him, and he almost collapsed in discouragement on the spot.

He really couldn't think of a way, if Du Yunfeng went out so carelessly and didn't dodge cleverly, it would be no wonder the Japanese couldn't catch him.He is not a small thing, otherwise Song Shudong would put him in his pocket and try to pass the level by himself.

The more he thought about it, the less he felt, Song Shudong gave up, rewrapped the money, opened the cabinet, and stuffed all his property into the bottom of the box, sighing as he stuffed it: "It's not enough for Zhou Lan to kill you once, you still have to wait for him to come and kill you again." You, you are also a person with no face and no long memory, you, you will die in his hands sooner or later."

Du Yunfeng sat up straight behind him, turned his head to stare at Song Shudong, his eyes were confused and murderous: "What did you say?"

Song Shudong almost missed his hand, and the lid of the box closed with a bang: "What, what's wrong? I said Zhou Lan will kill you."

Du Yunfeng grabbed him by the collar as soon as he stretched out his hand, and took him to his side without much effort: "Who is Zhou Lan? He...why did he kill me?"

Song Shudong was actually quite afraid of Du Yunfeng, it reminded him of the first time he saw him, riding a horse with a knife in his hand, ready to strike at any time.Song Shudong lowered his voice: "Brother Du, what's wrong with you?"

Du Yunfeng clenched even tighter, and the veins in his hands appeared faintly. He asked persistently, "Who is Zhou Lan?"

"Zhou Lan is the Zhou Mu'an you yelled at. He wanted to kill you. He pushed you off the cliff and shot you."

Du Yunfeng was even more confused: "Why did he kill me?"

"I don't know, you didn't tell me, but now Fengtian is looking for you all over the place. He is afraid that you are not dead, so he is looking for you everywhere. He doesn't know when he will find us..." Song Shudong said ramblingly, The murderous look in Du Yunfeng's eyes slowly disappeared, replaced by great confusion, he muttered to himself: "Zhou Lan...Mu'an? Kill me?"

This is not the same as what he feels in his heart.The word Mu'an is placed on the top of his heart, it is soft, cherished, and protected. It is completely opposite to this "kill me". It feels very contradictory. He can't explain why, but he is attracted by this feeling. It hurt, he let go of Song Shudong, and turned his hands to hold his head, with his fingers deep in his hair.

He couldn't think of a reason, and only when his eyes were reddened by the unexplainable pain, he raised his head and said slowly, "I can't let him kill me, he can't!"

Song Shudong, who was accompanying him, suddenly felt pity for the big man, and patted him on the back comfortingly: "Well, let's go, I will find a way to take you out of the customs."

In this way, the two of them reached a consensus on the matter of escaping from the customs.

Song Shudong showed Du Yunfeng the family background again, and he said: "The money is too little, I'm afraid it's not enough to get through the customs all the way."

To say that in this room, all the valuable things are actually on Du Yunfeng. He still has a ring on his finger with a small diamond on it. However, the movement has been completely broken.

Du Yunfeng twirled the ring on his finger, hesitated for a while, but did not take it off. He touched his joints several times, and his heart was empty, as if what he took off was not the ring, but his heart. Only then did I get down.

In the end, he gave the pocket watch to Song Shudong. He played with that pocket watch over and over again in the past few days, thinking that it was an object with special origins, but he just couldn't remember it.There was a photo in the watch case, he looked at it carefully when he was basking in the sun, he was standing by a chair, and there was a person sitting on the chair, it should be a young man, the place of his face was shot away by a bullet, he thought, this It was Mu An, who was refreshing and gentle, but he couldn't remember his face at all.

Although the pocket watch is broken, the pure gold case is still very valuable. Song Shudong can sell it at a goldsmith's shop for a good price.

Zhou Lan eats very little every day, is busy with a lot of things, and is so energetic that she is not like a normal person.

He comes and goes like the wind every day, and the battalion commanders are all older than him, but they are always a little stage frighted when they meet him—the young people are so mature, they are always trained like grandsons, and they think they recruit weapons Assembling the smoky soil business's progress is too slow, so the team leader is not satisfied.

It feels as if their regiment leader is going to fight someone sooner or later, hoarding supplies for a rainy day.

The battalion commanders all felt that the regimental commander was worrying too much. Apart from Du Yunfeng, there was really no one else in the security regiment who dared to fight him.

After the incident of the security team, their leader seemed to be a different person. Every day he was unsmiling and busy like a windmill. Today he transferred to the chamber of commerce to contact the relationship, get a financial source, and tomorrow he will deal with the Japanese to make himself bigger power.

All of a sudden, it can be said that the Japanese army headquarters is the boss, and he has become the second child. Even the Japanese army outside Fengtian City entered the city, and they had to pass Zhou Lan's territory in a proper manner, otherwise the headquarters would get angry of.

It's just that Zhou Lan is getting thinner day by day, she wasn't fat in the first place, if she didn't wear thick clothes in winter, she would have become a poor student.

Said he was a poor student, but those eyes were not. The eyes that were originally watery were now shining with energy, as if the only food he ate had been transformed into spiritual power, supporting the already overloaded body, all the way to the ultimate goal without hesitation.

If you look closely, you can see that the shaved temples are dotted with white. Although it is not obvious, there is a vague feeling that someone is not old yet.

In fact, he is only 21 years old.

As the old saying goes, since ancient times heroes come out of youth.

Zhou Lan sometimes sneered secretly in his heart, what kind of hero is a boy, and a bear is also a boy. He himself is not a hero, but he is definitely not a bear. After thinking about it, he smiled wryly in the dead of night, and a traitor gave birth to a boy, this is him .

He never wanted to be a hero, bear, or traitor. A few years ago, he just wanted to go across the ocean to Europe to learn music, find a way of life, and live his life with those gorgeous notes. Who knows that today he has become Qiu Ba. The head, the knife and the gun are not separated from the body, and they are rushing to the dead end.

The thin calluses on the tips of his ten fingers had long since faded away, replaced by thick calluses on his index finger and tiger's mouth. After only three years, he was completely reborn.

Touching those thick calluses, he silently thought, if life could be restarted, he would definitely not have come outside the customs three years ago.

Then there will be no reunion with him.

If you don't meet again, don't meet again, so as not to become a drag on each other, love to death, love to death, and you have to pay the price of your life before you give up.

If we each go our own way and rely on our own good luck, we can at least survive. Isn't survival more important than finding a partner?

If it can be earlier, he is willing to go back to the year when he was 14 years old, not to light the fire, to pay back his father, and not to owe him the life debt that he has not paid in this life, even if he and his mother are kicked out of the house and wandered from now on street.

Of course, going forward, he would rather never come to find another world, why his biological parents abandoned him, why didn't they come to him, he couldn't figure it out, and didn't want to think about it anymore.He just thinks that life is too bitter, it’s not that it’s not without sweetness, he had times when honey was sweetened, but those times that were too sweet seemed to be just to make the present more bitter.

However, time cannot go back, and regret is of no use.

In this life, he owed Du Yunfeng, and he still had to pay it back.

From time to time, he would go to Jinshin's side for a long-sleeved dance. The strange thing is that he has never seen Yamashita Teruo. He has spoken a few times, afraid of arousing Jinshin's suspicion, so he gave up.

He can pretend to be extremely kind-hearted, but Masaharu Konshin is not an idiot, he can indeed do it if he is allowed to face Teruo Yamashita calmly, but Yaharu Konshin won't believe it, it's too late, he still doesn't want Kinshin to treat him too suspicious.

In the evening, I went to Imanobu Yaqing's mansion again, he was already familiar with the way, whether it was the headquarters or the private house, he was not familiar with him like a guest.He arrived early today, and the letter hadn't returned yet, so the servants at home politely let him into the living room.

Zhou Lan noticed that the servants of Jinshin's family were replaced by women. When they came here before, Yamashita Teruo took care of him. He and Jinshin were like subordinates, father and son, and master and servant.

And as far as the eye can see, all the servants in the family are women.

The servant at the feet is a young woman with unruly hair and low eyebrows. A cloth rope is crossed in front of her chest and her sleeves are tied at her elbows. She tidies up the room very neatly. , Zhou Lan saw her small feet and white socks.

Suddenly, he thought of Shumei, and remembered that he had promised her to find her a good family.

He sighed slightly.

The maid looked up at him, then quickly lowered her head to straighten his leather shoes, revealing the back of her snow-white neck.

That night, Zhou Lan and Jin Xin had a good time drinking and chatting until late at night. Leaving aside the military and national wars, the two actually had a common language, talking about landscapes and music. Jin Xinxing even played a long flute, the sound of the flute was full of sadness. , Like the eternal night, one person walks alone.

Zhou Lan didn't speak, the alcohol mixed his emotions, and the notes fluctuated his nerves. When Jinxin put down Xiao, the corners of Zhou Lan's eyes were stained with a touch of red. drink up.

Then he didn't forget to applaud, he was the only one in the audience, and he cheered loudly: "Jin Xinjun's flute sound is very moving, it has blown into my heart."

However, he quickly changed the topic and chatted about the music itself, and then unknowingly mentioned that when he was a child, Imanobu listened carefully almost holding his breath.

He listened so carefully to his "useless" past, Zhou Lan thought, although Imanobu is Japanese, he might really consider me a friend.

"When I was young, I didn't really like to practice the piano." Zhou Lan touched the cup subconsciously, "But the priest of the church liked me, and he asked me to play the piano more, so he stuffed some piano scores in my schoolbag."

Thinking of the priest, Zhou Lan smiled happily, and then said: "My mother forced me to practice more at home after reading those piano scores. She said: Xiaolong, if you don't practice the piano well, you will disappoint the priest's hope. You You don't want him to be disappointed, do you?"

"Xiaolong?" Jinxin interrupted him, gently pressing his wrist, "Your mother called you Xiaolong?"

Zhou Lan smiled, slightly afraid to pat his hand: "It's just a nickname."

With the strength of wine, he continued to recall: "I am a person, it seems that I am not very good with anyone, but in fact, I know who is really good to me, and I cherish it. If someone gives me one, I have to return it." Ten others."

"Xiaolong?" Jinxin clenched his arm, "Your mother really called you Xiaolong?" Zhou Lan came back to his senses and realized that Jinxin hadn't kept up with his rhythm and was still stuck in the previous section.

"Wait" Jin Xin hurriedly stood up, walked to the study, and said while walking, "Wait."

Zhou Lan was baffled. When Jinxin returned, he was still holding a box in his hand. It was an exquisite wooden drawer box with a faint sandalwood fragrance.

Inside were some children's clothes and a pair of silver bracelets with bells. Jinxin took out a black and white photo from under the clothes and showed it to Zhou Lan.

"This is my wife. She is Chinese. Her name is Xiao Meifang." His fingers moved down to the child in the woman's arms. It was a chubby doll with eyebrows and eyes like his mother, very delicate, "This is my son, Jinxin Longya."

At first, Zhou Lan misunderstood the main point. He thought that what Jinxin wanted to say was that his wife was Chinese. When he saw the woman in the photo, she looked unspeakably comfortable, and felt——as if the whole world My mother may be kind and kind, giving people a sense of intimacy.

This letter said: "My son, if he is alive, he will be as old as you, and his name also means Xiaolong."

Zhou Lan suddenly felt a cold war in his heart.

Completely relying on directness, he felt that this topic should not be continued.So he patted Jinxin on the shoulder sympathetically: "Let's let the past go, your son must live a better life than me, he doesn't need to play with guns, he has to manage a group of bastards like animals all day long..."

Jinxin grabbed Zhou Lan's hand backhand, and his tone was very serious: "Xiaolong, I can meet you, we are very destined...Although we have been friends for a long time, you always remind me of my son, how about..."

Zhou Lan suddenly laughed, and tactfully broke away from Jin Xin's hand, and put his backhand on the other's shoulder: "Jin Xinjun, you have drunk too much! There is a Chinese idiom called "recognize a thief as your father, you must know it, don't worry about it." , I’m not scolding you, I don’t mean that.” Zhou Lan stopped smiling and kept smiling: “No matter how much I cooperate with you, we are all friends. You are Japanese and I am Chinese. I can't change it. Besides, I, Zhou Lan, have a father and a mother, and my mother is still alive. I appreciate your kindness, but it is really inappropriate."

Today's confidence tightened, knowing that I was too impatient.

He is a person who will not give up until he achieves his goal, but he is by no means a reckless person. He immediately laughed, put the box away casually, and said with a smile that he drank too much alcohol, he was rude, he was rude!

The two of them changed the subject with their own ulterior motives, and continued to babble. For some reason, they talked about people from people to dogs.

Both of them like big dogs. Jinxin said that dogs are the most loyal animals to their owners, and they are companions who can live and die together.Zhou Lan also nodded and said yes, thinking that dogs are stronger than people, people's hearts are changeable, and dogs are always by my side.

Finally, the common topic was found without any trace, and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Lan also said with a smile that he had two wolfhounds in the regiment, one named Huniu and the other named Qiaoniu, and he could send one to Jinxin another day.

Jinxin did not refuse, and directly agreed.

That night, Jinxin repeatedly tried to persuade Zhou Lan to stay, but Zhou Lan went out in a hurry. Li Guosheng helped him into the car with a wink, and it was already late at night when he returned to the security team.

During the bumpy drive, Zhou Lan was in a daze all the way, like sleeping but not sleeping. He woke up as soon as the car entered the gate of the security team, and woke up when the cold wind blew after getting out of the car. can not fall asleep.

He simply went to the backyard, he hadn't visited Xiaobao for a long time, it wasn't that he forgot, on the contrary, he could always remember it.

But he deliberately went to see the child less, and the more he saw, the more he missed him. He had a lot of worries, and he couldn't add any more, otherwise he would be reluctant when things came to an end.