chaotic world

Hou Daiying didn't hug and chase this time, he just stood still for a moment, subconsciously touched his neck with his hands.

Lao Hai leaned over and asked him to go back quickly to greet the guests. The distinguished guests in the big courtyard were still waiting, so he felt that Hou Daiying looked a little wrong.

"It's okay, it's just a little strange." Hou Daiying rubbed his neck and didn't think of anything else, but just felt a sudden chill on his upper back, his hair stood up for a moment, and then he lay down again.

He couldn't explain why, and turned around resentfully and went back to the Kuanmen compound.After all, he is not a simple-minded second-generation ancestor, and he still has some experience in the world. Before entering the living room, he turned around and whispered a few words to Lao Hai, and then went to the banquet with a smile on his face.

Du Yunfeng walked alone, first went around the busy Quanyechang, and then went into the tailor's shop to choose fabrics slowly to see the style.The hunchback tailor measured him up and down, before and after, and he took a good look at the paper shell in front of the mirror. After he was satisfied, he went to the Chunhua Theater in Houfuli and bought two tickets at a high price. After wandering around the door for a while, he accosted I fell in love with a modern lady, and I didn't know if it was an old acquaintance or a new love, so I went in to watch the play with my arms crossed.

The servant who followed secretly went back to the house and went to meet the housekeeper, Lao Hai - then Boss Du must be in a hurry and went on a date with a woman.

Chunhua Theater is the busiest place. Tonight's performance of "The Meeting of Heroes", Ma Lianliang was invited, and it was crowded with people. But before Zhuge Kongming appeared, Du Yunfeng left his new lover, and disappeared into the night with a flash through the back door.

He got a lot of information that night, he seemed calm and leisurely, but his head was actually a mess.

From Song Shudong, he was full of hatred for the name Zhou Lan, a heinous traitor who wanted to kill him.

From Hou Daiying, he judged that Zhou Lan was not only his enemy, but also his partner, someone he once trusted.

A very trustworthy person should be put to death.

No matter what the reason is, it doesn't conform to his view of the world. In other words, he can't do this kind of thing.

He thought he couldn't do it.

After making a big circle, I returned to the bungalow on Gordon Road.With the tail behind him, he won't bring trouble to Song Shudong.

Vaguely, he realized that this strange land was a stage where he had moved around.

He closed an old play, and went to the stage to perform a new scene without any distractions. When the lights were turned on, it was a new play in his eyes, but the eyes in the audience were the old spectators who used to see in the dark. With various thoughts and intentions, they shot at him one after another.

Now that he just recognized him, who knows whether it will be applause or the barrel of an assassination next?

At dawn, Song Shudong woke up from the guest bedroom and was about to get up to get something to eat before going to work, but unexpectedly met Du Yunfeng in the living room, who was well-dressed, and after a closer look, it turned out that he hadn't closed his eyes all night.

"Brother Du, you just came back?" Song Shudong was a little worried about him a few days ago, but after seeing him ostentatiously for a few days, he was not in any danger, so he was relieved and officially planned to work hard and take root in Tianjin Wei .

Du Yunfeng pushed a cup of hot milk towards him: "Drink it." He didn't look tired, and there was a hint of clarity in his eyes. Watching Song Shudong drink milk and eat cold bread, he continued: "Money and need I packed up all the things I brought with me, and you will go to the car dealership to call a car in a while, and we will leave Tianjin immediately."

Hearing this, Song Shudong put down his glass and swallowed the milk hastily: "What happened? Isn't it all right? Your relatives haven't been found yet."

"I don't remember that I have relatives." Seeing Song Shudong's sudden nervousness, he deliberately calmed down his voice to appease the other party's guts, "I'm afraid that the ones waiting here are not good people, and I'm not sure what I did here before. Recognizing it may not be a good thing, someone followed me yesterday, it must be wrong, Shudong, we have to go."

"Yeah." Song Shudong nodded nervously, and tightened his grip on the cup, "Where are we going? We can't go back to the pass, right? We finally escaped."

"No," Du Yunfeng plucked his uncombed hair this morning, "Let's go south."

The two didn't have much luggage, and they left Tianjin amidst the roar of the train with thousands of dollars and a small bamboo box.

Aimless, drifting with the flow.

All the way to the south.

The whole of China was immersed in the cold of severe winter, and they huddled in the iron train, traveling through night and day.

From north to south, the thousands of families along the way are reuniting, only they are fleeing together, without a clear destination, I don't know where to stop, I only know to hide, hide far away.

On New Year's Eve, amidst a mist of mist and the sound of sirens, the train arrived at the terminal.

After a whistle sounded, the car door opened slowly, Song Shudong jumped off the train, and shouted back excitedly: "Brother Du, we are here!"

Carrying the bamboo box, Du Yunfeng then stepped down the iron steps, took off his top hat, raised his head, and saw the large characters on the white stone plaque: Nanjing

His feet set foot on the land of Nanjing hesitantly. He didn't know that from this moment on, his life would take a huge turning point.

Some people start a new life, while others are busy with the curtain call.

Thousands of miles away, the land of Kanto is freezing cold, and dripping water turns into ice.

A small group of soldiers in charge of patrolling the Fengtian Suburb Security Regiment ran back to the camp with neat steps and eagerness, happily handing over to the next group of soldiers.

The patrol mission in this circle is heavier than usual. At the juncture of the Lunar New Year, the security mission of the Kwantung Army's Fengtian Command, which is in charge of the security regiment, naturally dare not relax. The guards are very strict for workers to enter and exit.

Although most of the workers have gone home by the end of the year, the security guards at the mine have not been relaxed in the slightest, and they are armed with live ammunition everywhere. Occasionally, Japanese soldiers have to check their identities and report the correct password for the night before they can enter or leave.

From the perspective of outsiders, strictly guarding against gold mines has nothing to do with interests.But only Zhou Lan knew that the boxes of so-called waste in the abandoned old mine tunnels were actually extremely high-purity meth.

Only he knew that even the horse battalion soldiers who were carrying them were kept in the dark.

The security regiment was already the second largest rank in the Japanese army. Among the puppet troops, there was no second rank in the entire Kanto land that could be mixed up with their level.

The common people called the Japanese army devils behind their backs, and they called them the second devils.

Of course, it's just behind the scenes, who would dare to do it face to face?

The brave ones dared to yell at the bandits in the mountains at best, but they didn't care to challenge the security regiment. The tyranny of this army of two devils was no less than that of the devils. Because they knew the basics, they were often better than the Japanese in their search skills and suppression methods.

They completely surrendered to the Japanese, in exchange for more trust and more food than other puppet troops.

Of course, they don't rely on the little Japanese military pay. The tobacco and soil business in the regiment has almost monopolized thousands of miles of Kanto. On the line of Chengde and Fengtian, only the banner of the regiment leader Zhou can pass. From Rehe to Shanhaiguan, only the security regiment The trucks can smoothly transport a large piece of land to Fengtian safely, and the troops along the way must be escorted, even the Japanese garrison is no exception.

Who let Zhou Lan have Jinxin Yaqing, a year-end friend who is more useful than his own father?

The security regiment can be said to be very rich. The salary given by the Japanese can only support 2000 soldiers, but the security regiment cheated and supported a total of [-] soldiers.

Even the troops lost during Du Yunfeng's rebellion had been made up for. Ma Ying, Zhao Ying and other battalion commanders were unwilling to show weakness and recruited troops to enrich their own strength. Like the general growth scale quantity.

Although Lao Ma and Lao Zhao are not right, but they have been fighting for many years, there is really an important matter, and they still have to get together to discuss it. Sometimes they feel surprised, what is the head of the group doing?

"The one surnamed Du is dead. I think the head of the regiment has only been concerned about it for a few days. Now he is concentrating on recruiting troops and buying guns. It seems like he has been bewitched. What do you think the head of the regiment is planning?" The old horse couldn't bear it at first Ask your temper.

"I also feel evil." Old Zhao has a stable personality. He is full of wine and food at the moment, and has a cigarette in his hand. Whether you eat or drink, you are either in a daze or giving orders, which makes people feel panicked."

"Yeah," the old horse slapped his knees, "the leader's eyes are shining all over his body, and he looks like he is trying to do something. When I meet his eyes, I feel uncomfortable. I feel that the leader It seems to be going crazy!"

"Keep your voice down!" Old Zhao cautiously looked to the side, and coaxed away the noisy soldiers around him. Although he was in his own camp, he didn't dare to talk or listen, Zhou Lan The control over this regiment is absolute. Du Yunfeng grew up with him, and he returned the team he pulled.

Compared with Du Yunfeng, they are far behind. If Zhou Lan hears the wind blows and becomes suspicious, he will pull them up like weeds, wipe the soil, and whoever is planted here will be the new battalion commander.

They dare not pray to God, worship Buddha, or respect their parents, but they dare not show disrespect to the head of the regiment.

Zhou Lan's control over this regiment is both soft and hard, with both kindness and power, and he has knocked the word obedience into their bones.

"I'm just talking, there's no other meaning." Lao Ma lowered his voice, and then changed the subject, "Tomorrow, the two of us will get up early to pay New Year's greetings to the head of the regiment, or let's propose a New Year's contest, and the battalion All the good boys are drawn out to compete, punching and shooting are good, the regiment leader cherishes this regiment the most, and he must be happy to see the quality of the soldiers!"

"Okay," Old Zhao stubbed out the cigarette, "You can wait for me, don't run over to grab the first one early in the morning, it's just showing you off!"

The two had a laugh and a run for it. Before cooking dumplings at night, the old horse returned to his regiment, and he had to spend time with his own soldiers.

The entire security regiment was very lively, compared to the most deserted one was the regiment headquarters.

Zhou Lan kept Uncle Mute and Du Yunhai for the New Year, and it was quite lively during the day, Zhou Lan bought several leather clothes for them a year ago, and brought them over today to try on.The battalion commanders came to pay tribute, and delicacies from mountains and seas were piled up in the regiment headquarters, saying that they were for the regiment commanders to try.

Zhou Lan didn't care about things, but he still accepted the kindness and entertained some of his own people.

He didn't stop all morning, and went to the headquarters again at noon, and had lunch with Jinxin enthusiastically, and spent a lot of energy to make himself look like he was right, full of sincerity, and sincere.

On the way back, in the car Li Guosheng drove for him, Zhou Lan fell asleep in the back seat, as if he had done exhausting physical work, and the road was so bumpy that he didn't wake up.

However, he didn't sleep well this time, officers and officers in the regiment stepped on the threshold, and there was an endless stream of people delivering New Year's goods to the regiment leader in the afternoon.

Zhou Lan has always been very concerned about the officers and men in the regiment. From personal situation to family situation, he knows almost everything, and he doesn't know how he can remember so many details.

Therefore, he unhurriedly asked his parents about family matters, chatted about the military's movement, and asked these officers to leave empty-handed, and brought some gifts for their parents, wives and children along the way. Give generously and help financially.

He was so busy until it got dark that people left one after another. When his stomach was rumbling, Li Guosheng came to remind him that it was time for dinner.

On this day, he only had lunch, but when he was asked to recall what he had for lunch, he had no memory at all. He could only remember Masaharu Imanobu's gestures and words, and the other things seemed to have never happened.

The dinner was very sumptuous, and the cooking team used their housekeeping skills to cook up dozens of dishes, bringing together the flavors of the north and the south. Zhou Lan suddenly laughed out at the steamed deer tail with bear paws: "My cooking team is good enough, and I can cook a full banquet for the Han Dynasty. What? Enough skill!"

"Head," Li Guosheng leaned forward, rubbing his hands together awkwardly, "At first I wanted to invite a chef from Dingfeng, but you refused to let me, so I went to the cooking class to learn for half a month, and I just wanted to make a good meal for you, sir. For Chinese New Year, both uncle and young master are here, and we want you to have a happy Chinese New Year too!"

"Yeah," Zhou Lan glanced at him, "You guys are quite thoughtful."

Zhou Lan called Uncle Dumb and Yun Hai to sit down, and moved the stool for Uncle Dumb himself, then suddenly remembered, explained to Li Guosheng in a low voice, and sent the outsiders away.

Li Guosheng walked out of the restaurant, jumping with joy. Just now, the head of the group said that the red envelopes for the security and cooking classes should be given to the older ones, and he was asked to prepare them on a per-person basis, five thousand oceans per person.

That was more than his annual military salary.

Everyone knows that the leader loves money.But the head of the group is never stingy in giving money to himself, especially this year, which is really a good sign for the beginning of the year.

There were few people at this New Year's Eve dinner, but it was very warm.Uncle Mute is a servant, but Zhou Lan put him in the elder's seat, and toasted him first with Du Yunhai at the beginning of the banquet. He was a little cramped and couldn't let go of his gestures, but he relaxed and happy after a few drinks Get up, gesture and tell them interesting things about their childhood.

Both Zhou Lan and Du Yunhai understood what he was gesticulating and giggled.

"Uncle, what's the matter, I'm not a follower." Du Yunhai reached out to stop the dumb uncle's hand gesturing up and down, "I love to play with them!"

The dumb uncle just laughed, waved his hand, stretched out two fingers, and made a rushing gesture and a disgusted expression.

"Nope." Yun Hai also gestured in a hurry, and said while gesticulating, as if he was also dumb and couldn't speak clearly, "They are cute and play with me, so they don't dislike me."

Even Zhou Lan couldn't stand it anymore, he smiled and refilled the three glasses of wine, and added more food to the dumb uncle: "Yunhai, your brother always tells you to leave because he is afraid that you will see him smoking secretly, you are still young .”

"Come on, brother Mu'an, you are only three years older than me, don't always be like my brother and rely on the old to sell the old."

"That's called relying on the old to sell the old?" Zhou Lan glanced at him with a smile, turned his head and said to the dumb uncle, "Uncle, look, he is still a college student, and I don't know where he is studying."

The three of them laughed.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, the dumb uncle suggested to call Shanghai.He was thinking about Du Yunfeng having a bad year.

Zhou Lan still smiled and filled up the wine for the dumb uncle.

"Uncle, Yunfeng's helping me with my business is too important, so I can't make it back during the Chinese New Year." He gently touched the rim of the dumb uncle's cup with his cup, and drank it down first, "However, you also Don't worry, it will be soon, in another two or three months, I'll finish my work here, and I'll go see him."

"I miss my brother too." Du Yunhai put down his chopsticks, rubbed his red and swollen face, and opened his eyes wide, "We haven't had a good time this year. Auntie and Shumei must have had a deserted life in Tianjin. The three of us are lively, but my brother is too lonely in Shanghai by himself."

With a smile on his face, Zhou Lan didn't lose his joy, got up and walked around the round table, came to the dumb uncle and Du Yunhai, stretched his arms, put them on the shoulders and necks of the two, and pulled them into his arms around.

"I miss my mother very much, but her age can't bear the bumps on the road, so I only have you now," he subconsciously stroked Yun Hai's hair, which was soft, with a youthful and refreshing breath, and Du Yunfeng's short stubble hair Feeling very different, he continued: "You are my dearest people, and with you here today, I can pass this year."

A sad look flashed across his eyes in an instant, too fast for people to catch.

A calm and happy smile hung on his face again, and he turned his head and pressed his face to the dumb uncle again: "Uncle, I know that you have cared about Yunfeng since you were a child."

Uncle Dumb was already drunk, but after hearing this sentence, he still focused on meeting Zhou Lan's gaze.

Zhou Lan also looked into his eyes, her smile faded a little, and her gaze increased, as if looking into the other person's heart.

His eyes were deep, but his tone was soft: "Uncle, you miss him, I know, I always knew."

As soon as the dumb uncle was about to reach out to gesture, Zhou Lan tightened his arms, suppressing his words.

"Uncle, I understand." He smiled at the dumb uncle, "I also miss him very much, don't worry, I won't let him wait too long, and I will go to him after I finish my work in the regiment in the next year. "

"Huh?" Du Yunhai was in a daze of drunkenness, and asked in confusion, "Brother Mu An, can't you pass the customs? You are heavily guarded everywhere now, and you can't go back to Tianjin. How can you go to Shanghai?"

Zhou Lan turned his head when he heard the sound, his eyes were shining brightly.

"Don't believe my ability?" He patted Du Yunhai on the back, "I have my own way, and no one can stop me from looking for him."

The New Year's Eve dinner was late at night, and Du Yunhai was the worst drinker. Before sending the dumb uncle to the guest room, he collapsed on the sofa and fell asleep.

Uncle Mute was good at drinking when he was young, but he was old and his physical strength was not as good as before. If he drank too much, he would feel heavy and fell asleep. Zhou Lan didn't call outsiders, and directly helped him back to the bedroom.

It was late at night, and he returned to the dining table alone, pouring himself a drink.

All the battalions in the regiment were bustling with activity, but his place was the only one that calmed down.

Putting off the smile that had been on for a whole day, and propping his forehead with one hand, he stared at the wine glass, paused for a while, and finally drank it down in one gulp.

He wasn't drunk, opened another bottle, didn't eat food, but drank empty cups. On New Year's Eve, he wanted to sleep, to be quiet, to sleep without thinking about anything.

But he couldn't sleep at all, couldn't close his eyes.

He deliberately didn't think about anything, and kept himself busy with one goal. Only in this way could he forget his thoughts.

But today is not enough, today is Chinese New Year, New Year's Eve, when he stops, his longing catches up with him like a shadow.

He didn't know how much he drank, so he stood up, and his steps faltered.

Great, he thought, drunk.

As if afraid to scare away his drunkenness, he didn't dare to delay, went straight to the upstairs bedroom, entered the door and went straight to the big bed, lay down with his clothes closed and closed his eyes.

He was in a daze, feeling that his body was light and heavy at times, as if in the clouds, as if in the sea.

Dim scenes flashed before my eyes, including the scene when I was a child, the days when I grew up, and the laughter of Dumb Uncle and Yunhai during the meal just now.

Yunhai smiled, eyebrows and eyes curved, so pretty, he thought.

The same smiling eyebrows and eyes reflected another face. He looked at him affectionately and attentively, looking down at his eyes. Those eyes were as clear as sweet springs and as bright as the sun after snow.

He looked at him, smiling quietly, as if there was only each other in the world without him.

"Mu'an" he called him.

Zhou Lan was lying in the dark and didn't dare to move, he was afraid that if he moved, he would be gone.

"Mu'an" he called out to him again.

Longing slowly condensed in those eyes, "Mu'an", he called him for the third time, but he couldn't say anything else.

Zhou Lan sat up straight, took out the regular Browning from under the pillow, rubbed it into the chamber, held the gun with both hands, and stuffed the barrel into his mouth.

He was panting heavily, his finger on the trigger was shaking, his hair was disheveled to cover his eyes, and his eyelashes and hair were shaking together.

After a long time, he slowly calmed down his breathing. With his arms propped up on his knees, he buried his head deeply, with the condoms still on his fingers.

He can't just die like this, Uncle Dumb and Yun Hai are lying in this building.

Wait a minute, he thought.

Wait a second, he said to the person in his heart.

He put on his clothes and opened the curtains, except for the lights of the guards in the regiment, it was pitch black outside.

One journey through the mountains, one journey through the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, a thousand lanterns in the middle of the night.

On New Year's Eve, there is no moon.

However, he remembered that during the New Year that year, he was with Du Yunfeng, and he watched the fireworks with his back behind his back, which was extremely splendid.

Thinking of this, he laughed, and then became irritable again.

Don't think about it any more, he told himself.

Putting on his overcoat, he went downstairs. When he reached the living room, he was startled. When he took a closer look, it was Du Yunhai lying on the sofa.

He wanted to get Du Yunhai up and chat for a while, but after pulling and tugging, he gave up. Du Yunhai just smacked his lips a few times, but said nothing else.

"You can't drink too much!" Zhou Lan muttered, took off his coat and covered Du Yunhai. Bored, he started walking in Nuo Da's living room, and walked around the sofa a few times, except for his own footsteps and the sea of ​​clouds. snoring, nothing to keep him company.

Go for a walk, he thought.

So in the middle of the night, he walked into the yard.

The guard stood at attention to say hello, and added a playful Happy New Year.

Zhou Lan nodded and said absent-mindedly, "Happy Chinese New Year!"

The guards had all gone back to the house, and the soldiers standing guard at the door faced the guards with live ammunition outside.

Walking in the courtyard of the regiment headquarters, it was very cold, and he was also cold, but he didn't care. He turned to the garage in the backyard, and the soldiers greeted him one after another. He nodded silently and didn't say much.

Li Guosheng ran over from the front yard, tying his belt as he ran. He was pushing the alcohol order, when Xiaobing said that the head of the regiment had gone to the back yard, so he ran out quickly.

Smelling of alcohol, he told Zhou Lan: "Happy Chinese New Year, Captain, why did you transfer out?

"Yes," Zhou Lan agreed without saying anything.

Li Guosheng drank a lot, but when he got close to Zhou Lan, he could still smell the alcohol. It seemed that the head of the group drank a lot.

He couldn't figure out what Zhou Lan was thinking, so he asked if the food was satisfactory tonight, and if you want to add some clothes to the team leader.

Zhou Lan seemed to be out of his mind, and occasionally agreed, but the text was wrong, just wandering around aimlessly.

Li Guosheng felt blessed to his heart, and suddenly thought, is the head of the group too lonely?

So he suggested that Zhou Lan go to each camp.

Zhou Lan was a little tempted at first, but then he thought that the New Year's Day was more important. Which camp he went to and which camp he didn't go to was suspected of favoring one camp over another. If he was really asked to go to all seven or eight camps, he was too lazy to socialize with them battalion commander.

"Can you still drive?" he asked.

"Huh?" Li Guosheng was taken aback for a moment.

"After drinking so much, can you still drive steadily?" Zhou Lan repeated it patiently.

"Yes, yes..." Li Guosheng quickly replied, and at the same time waved his hands to call for soldiers to prepare charcoal boxes.

The car drove out of the security team and walked aimlessly alone.

Zhou Lan refused to be escorted by the guard squad. He didn't know where to go. He thought about making a small circle around the place. Maybe he would get sleepy after some bumps on the road. That's how he fell asleep at noon today.

Li Guosheng was usually timid, but he talked a lot after drinking.

He chattered about some trivial matters, saying that everyone in the security squad was very excited when they heard that there was a big red envelope today, and was going to stay up all night to watch the year for the head of the group.

Through the rearview mirror, he saw Zhou Lan smiled.

Zhou Lan didn't dare to be interested in the trivial matters of the parents, but this kind of trivial and intimate tone was unfamiliar to him, but he felt very comfortable.

Li Guosheng had drunk too much, otherwise he wouldn't dare to be so casual.

Zhou Lan's mind was in a trance following the "guard squad" that Li Guosheng said, and his mind was wandering in the bumps. Suddenly, he interrupted Li Guosheng's broken mouth.

"Where's He Si?" He asked.