chaotic world

Back in the autumn of the Peking Conference, Du Yunfeng was a step too late and did not block Zhou Lan.

That day, Zhou Lan left Beiping as if he was running away, and drove straight down to Baoding for hundreds of miles without stopping to eat.

When he arrived at the security team in the middle of the night, he asked where He Si was while taking off his clothes. The security team said that Team Leader He had recovered from his injuries and had returned to Baoding City.

He didn't say anything, and fell asleep on the bed from exhaustion.

In the early morning of the next day, Ma Guoxiang got the news that the group seat had returned, but he didn't need anyone to invite him, so he came to the group headquarters by himself.

When Zhou Lan was still in a daze, he pushed himself onto the bed, got into the bed and licked and sucked, presenting a thousand charms.

During a burst of itching, Zhou Lan woke up completely, scolded him for being a slut, and then pinned him down and did it.

Sweating profusely during the morning exercise, Zhou Lan vented all the grievances and grievances of the past few days, and ate breakfast refreshed.

Ma Guoxiang felt that he had meritorious service, he served porridge on his own initiative, handed side dishes, and talked in a rambling manner.

"I just thought the silk quilt was very comfortable, so I'll bring you a bed," Ma Guoxiang muttered while looking at Zhou Lan's face, "That guy surnamed He beat up my soldier without saying a word, Tuanzu, you Do you mean he doesn't want you to be comfortable?"

"That's not what he meant," Zhou Lan said while chewing the meat buns. He felt empty in his stomach. For some reason, someone next to him always mentioned "He Si" and "He Si". He sounded hungrier, "Next time you Bring it."

"I don't dare," Ma Guoxiang pouted, as if he still wanted to twist his butt. Zhou Lan didn't look at him. Zhou Lan only looked at him when he was in bed, and he didn't look at him at all on weekdays. Like a wild horse, it kicks when it sees anyone, I'm afraid of him."

Zhou Lan chewed something, pursed his lips and smiled, he thought, wild horse.

After dinner, Zhou Lan ordered the security squad to go to the city to handle errands. Ma Guoxiang also wanted to follow him, but Zhou Lan ignored him, so he went back to the regiment headquarters in an awkward manner. The group seats will definitely come back, and we will have some fun then.

A group of 30 people from the security squad entered Baoding City and went directly to the casino.

The one where He Si watched the scene.

Zhou Lan didn't say anything. He entered the casino and sat down at the biggest gaming table. His aura was scary enough. Some people felt that the atmosphere was not right, so they started to leave.

The dice thrower in the casino was so frightened that he stuttered and asked the client to bet big or small.

Zhou Lan took out his gun and put it on the table: "What do you think I should bet on?"

The casino was in complete chaos, everyone ran away, and even the chips were scattered on the ground.

When He Si got the news that someone was making trouble, he hurried over with a group of thugs. He rushed in and saw that they were all his brothers. Zhou Lan leaned on the table and turned to look at him, smiling.

He Si waved his younger brother back and made a gesture with the casino owner. He walked up to Zhou Lan in a proper manner and lowered his eyes: "Tuan Zuo, why are you here?"

Zhou Lan: "Catch the deserters."

He Si was silent for a moment, and said solemnly: "Tuan Zuo, I have your permission to come out. I am in your eyes in the group. Now that I have recovered from my injury, there is no need to go to the group again. Just go by yourself." back home."

"Go home?" Zhou Lan asked, "Is your home here?"

"I rented a small house," He Si bowed his head and said, "I'm single, and I can take root wherever I go, isn't it home?"

"Okay," Zhou Lan stood up, "then go to your territory."

After finishing speaking, he walked out in a grand manner, got in the car and headed towards He Si's small shabby house. He had been here before and knew the way a long time ago.

He Si explained a few words to the casino owner. The boss wanted to give him wages, but he declined. He said that he probably couldn't come to the venue again.

He reckoned that if he didn't do it well, he might not even be able to stay in Baoding in the future.

Temple Xiaofo is big, and his small house is surrounded by guards, like the guards of the imperial forest army. The children were all covered their mouths to keep them from crying.

Zhou Lan sat on the only chair in the room, and watched He Si tidy up and cook in leisure time.

He Si grew up eating a variety of meals, and he can cook anything in his hands.Ding Ding killed the fish that was only kept in the water basin, rolled the noodles with noodles, put them in the fish soup, and finally sprinkled a handful of chopped green onions. He brought them in and put them on the dining table. While wiping his hands, he said: "Let's eat."

No name either.

He was in his own house, and he didn't invite Zhou Lan.

Zhou Lan picked up a chopstick and asked, "What about you?"

He Si turned his head and went to the outer room, filled another bowl and put it on the table, "I have it."

"Sit here." Zhou Lan said.

He Si hesitated for a moment, took the chopsticks, and sat next to Zhou Lan to eat.

In the regiment, he served Zhou Lan for dinner, and never served at the table. He ate at the group seat, and then he went to the security squad to eat with his brothers. Of course, there were exceptions. When he was about to starve to death that year, he ate One bite, chewed it to pieces, fed Zhou Lan one bite, there was nothing left in his mouth.

The two of them ate silently, as if whoever spoke first would lose.

Zhou Lan finally put down her chopsticks, took out a handkerchief to wipe her mouth, and said, "Go back."

He Si was eating the last few mouthfuls, chewing, thinking, without lifting his eyelids: "I will feel uncomfortable when I go back, I will die."

"Kill who?" Zhou Lan asked.

"That one from Ma Ying." He Si put down his chopsticks, looked at the bowl he had eaten, and suddenly realized that Zhou Lan had also eaten up, and his appetite was unprecedented.

"Just kidding, don't take it seriously," Zhou Lan said.

He Si clenched his chopsticks tightly, suppressing his anger: "How can you not take it seriously? You don't understand what it feels like to be missed by others!"

Zhou Lan looked at him, pondered for a while, and said, "I understand."

He Si was a little surprised, and quickly raised his head to look at him. He said aggrievedly, "I'm small-minded, and I can't watch you play. I can't cure this problem. Don't expect me to change it."

"I won't change it," Zhou Lan raised his hand to stroke He Si's hair, "I'll change it."

He Si gently put down his chopsticks, his eyes softened.

Zhou Lan "captured" the "deserter" back in just one meal. He understood He Si's temper. If he doesn't eat soft and hard, he is actually a stubborn donkey. Will run out again.

And Ma Guoxiang was "ready to go" that night. He had oiled himself and expanded himself. He wanted to come back with a group seat. If he saw a red bellyband, he might want it on the spot. .

As a result, he went to meet Tuan Zuo with oily thighs on his side, and Tuan Zuo led He Si back there.

It was lively now, and He Si didn't give anyone face, so he picked up the big broom for sweeping the yard and went up. Ma Guoxiang hid in the yard with a cry, and everyone jumped around to stop him.

Ma Guoxiang worked so hard to get behind Zhou Lan.

"Tuan Zuo help, he's gone crazy again."

Zhou Lan ignored him, walked up to take the broom from He Si, and said, "Don't make trouble."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and said to Ma Guoxiang with a pleasant face, "Xiao Ma, let's go."

"Tuan Zuo," Ma Guoxiang stomped his feet, and a lot of oil dripped out secretly.

"By the way," Zhou Lan said to Ma Guoxiang while pulling He Si to the regiment headquarters, in a very casual tone, without even turning his head.

"Don't come to the regiment headquarters in the future, go back and do your own thing well."

Without giving him time to beg, Zhou Lan entered the regiment headquarters, followed by a group of followers.

Ma Guoxiang did not follow and squeeze in.

Squeezing didn't help either.

Tuan Zuo speaks in a soft voice, but spitting is a nail, and he is not allowed to waver and change.

A scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, lingering like nothing, was ignored by others, but Ma Guoxiang smelled it himself.

Through the autumn pants, the sticky oil has dripped into the shoe shell. It is the sweet-scented osmanthus scented ointment he bought in the city.

Originally, he wasn't so cheap, and he wasn't so eager to get ahead. He didn't want to be a man, but insisted on being a woman.

If it weren't for the high weight of the regiment's seat, the company commander today would hang him up tomorrow, and he would just be fascinated by it.It deserves that no one in his family has been an official in eight lifetimes. With the shortcut of step by step, he can't care so much anymore.

What's more, Tuan Zuo is really a "stunning creature". He had a glimpse of the leopard, and he expected that one day he would soften Tuan Zuo and put him down. That would definitely be an unexpected stimulus.

It's a pity that he didn't have enough time, neither did he gain the full trust of the group, nor did he get close enough to cross the distance.

The regiment headquarters was bustling with activity, and he went against the flow by himself.

Be the deputy battalion commander.

I'm afraid the promotion will not be so fast in the future, and I have to go through it step by step.

Tuan Zuo, Tuan Zuo, don’t you like the new and dislike the old too quickly?

new?

That black-faced god?

Ma Guoxiang stopped in the autumn night wind, as if by divine help, he instantly understood the reason.

Zhou Lan kept his word, and sure enough, he never had the "lucky" encounter with Ma Guoxiang again. He just made a personnel adjustment the next day, got Ma Guoxiang upright, and no longer served as a deputy.

How many small soldiers became cannon fodder before they made it to the squad leader. Ma Guoxiang became the battalion commander after only a year since he came here, and he hadn't fought many battles.

A few days later, Ma Ying sent someone to deliver the local specialty Big Apple. Zhou Lan also knew that the "locals" who were familiar with the "local specialty" were only Ma Guoxiang who dared to send things directly to the regiment headquarters, but he just didn't ask anyone. Sent.

The apples were big and red, peeled and cut into pieces, and the fruit plate was served for dinner. Zhou Lan pushed the silver fork to He Si, and the guy buried himself in eating half of the plate.

Zhou Lan didn't say who sent it, for fear that He Si would make another mistake.

Finally, An An was born and had a meal with questions and answers.

Except for He Si, no one in the group dared to sit at the same table with him for dinner. In the past, Ma Guoxiang sat around the table chattering, and Zhou Lan didn't listen very much, but he thought it was good for someone to speak up.

Since Du Yunfeng's rebellion, Zhou Lan didn't like to eat without making a sound. It reminded him of something, and when he thought of it, he couldn't eat.

Of course, Ma Guoxiang is still annoying, but annoying is better than nothing.

He Si is different, he has questions and answers, although he doesn't say much, but after being with him for so many years, he always understands Zhou Lan's implication, or worries in his heart, he doesn't talk much nonsense, and the answers are easy. Can get to the point.

Not noisy, very transparent.

As soon as Zhou Lan said that he had gone to Peiping and met an old acquaintance, He Si put down his fork and looked at him intently, guessing that the "old acquaintance" could only be Du Yunfeng.

"I was surprised to meet him, but I don't need to hide anymore, don't you think?"

"I'll see you sooner or later." He Si looked at him and said quietly, "He won't listen to me."

"Well," Zhou Lan nodded, poking the apple piece with the silver fork, not intending to eat it, "You tell me, he doesn't remember, I was a little skeptical at first, but when I saw him, I thought That's what happened."

He Si: "Didn't recognize you?"

"I can't say I don't remember anything," Zhou Lan waved his fork, a trace of imperceptible bitterness flashed in his eyes, he looked down at the juicy fruit, leaving He Si with a very calm expression, "He was really I don’t remember, I’ve known him for so many years, he can’t pretend in front of me.”

He Si immediately grasped the overtones, and kept asking: "Then what happened next?"

"I was a bit puzzled at first why he thought of me later," Zhou Lan looked up at He Si, suddenly his throat was a little dry, he licked his lips, and continued, "Do you remember the fat boy named Song on the mountain?" ?”

He Si shook his head lightly, then suddenly remembered and nodded again: "What book is Song?", he had the impression that the child was chubby when he caught it up the mountain, and after staying for two months, he was played by the elder brother into a melon-seeded face.

"Yes," Zhou Lan said, "he has been by Yunfeng's side."

"Could it be that he brought elder brother out of Fengtian? He's quite capable."

Zhou Lan nodded and continued: "Maybe, I don't know, but if Yunfeng thinks of something to ask him, he can give the answer, so..."

Zhou Lan hesitated.

He Si seemed to understand, hesitated for a moment, but still mustered up the courage to hold the back of Zhou Lan's hand, and the fork rubbing back and forth in Zhou Lan's hand stopped moving: "So the elder brother recognized you, he... he is Do you want to be with him, or do you want revenge?"

Zhou Lan stared at He Si's hand, and the other party lay on the back of his hand, wanting to grasp it but feeling timid.

"He asked me to start over with him." Zhou Lan said truthfully.

He Si didn't speak, but his hand slowly moved away as if he lost his strength. Just when the last finger was about to leave the back of Zhou Lan's hand, Zhou Lan grabbed him with his backhand.

Palm to palm, he said, "Why don't you ask me how to answer?"

He Si dodged his gaze, with grievance in his voice, but forced his voice: "Tuan Zuo," he said, "Brother still regrets it, your journey is not in vain, I... I am happy for you."

He didn't look at Zhou Lan, but Zhou Lan looked at him, studying carefully, without taking his eyes off it.

This black boy didn't catch his eyes at all at the beginning, and he didn't know when wild flowers and weeds grew beside him. When he was inattentive and gave him a little light, he cherished it and grew rapidly.

With just a little light in the crack, he has grown into a big tree beside him, sheltering from the wind and rain without saying a word, firmly rooted, and refusing to be shaken.

The weather was cold, even in the storm, he stood up, and he had to look back at Zhou Lan from time to time to see if he was still there.

See if he ran away with others.

If he really ran away, this determined person would not chase after him. He would probably just stand alone like a dead tree, which would be struck by lightning sooner or later and burnt to ashes.

Only the roots are rooted in the ground and turned into obsessions that will never rot.

He has the courage to shield Zhou Lan from the wind and rain, but he doesn't believe that he is lucky enough to pass the rain.

Zhou Lan grasped his hands tightly. They were hands touching the handle of the gun. The calloused places were rough but familiar.

"Didn't you understand?" Zhou Lan said, "There is someone beside Yunfeng."

He Si raised his head fiercely: "What? Who? The one surnamed Song?"

"Well, they've been together," Zhou Lan said, "and, even if there's no one around him, it's impossible for us. Although he remembers me, he doesn't remember me killing his adoptive father."

He has already analyzed the cause and effect of the matter several times, and now he tells He Si the whole thing: "He doesn't know today, tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow? Do I want to carry a gun with him forever?" He said He sighed heavily, "I'm too tired, I'm too tired, I can't love him anymore, I escaped from the customs, so many people died, even Papa Tang sacrificed, you say, the price I love him is Isn't it too big?"

He pulled He Si closer, and asked him seriously: "It takes such a high price to love someone. I'm scared, I'm scared, and I don't love anyone. Is it okay? Let's all live well, okay?"

He Si turned to pull him into his arms. This time, Zhou Lan didn't struggle and let the other party hold her tightly.

"Okay," He Si said, and he kissed Zhou Lan's forehead heavily, "You think too much, if you don't want to love, you don't love anymore."

He hugged each other tightly, stroked his back, and then said emotionally: "Just let me love you."

He Si no longer mentioned the matter of leaving, and returned to the security squad to be his squad leader step by step.

In a few days, the newly recruited soldiers in the regiment came back from training. After three months of training, these great boys have mastered basic military skills.

Zhou Tuan's training methods and skills are all Japanese-style, very advanced and practical. When he was still outside the customs, Yaharu Imanobu arranged for him capable Japanese army training personnel.

On the day he announced his surrender, in less than an hour, those Japanese talents were all slaughtered.

Those training methods have been learned, old ones bring new ones, they are Japanese-style teams wearing Chinese military uniforms.

The new recruits enriched the independent regiment, and the actual number exceeded 29. In addition, the command and training officers who were taken from the Baoding Military Academy, his regiment was quite large. The report and application went to the Xia Division, and then transferred to the [-]th Army. Arrived in Nanjing.

The independent regiment was promoted to an independent division.

This is superficial.

The compromise condition behind the scenes-the logistics supply of the independent division is still provided at the regiment level.

His "adopted" team has always been a bit of an eyesore for the 29th Army, not to mention Zhou Lan's tobacco business, private sex, too many wild ways, and many people who are envious, jealous, and displeased.

Therefore, it sounds like a division-level army, but in fact there are more chopsticks for eating, and Zhou Lan is the one who is really in charge.

The security squad also expanded its establishment and was promoted to a security company, and later promoted to a security battalion hand-picked by Zhou Lan.

The commander of the battalion is He Si, but the people he often brings with him to protect Zhou Lan are the original twenty or so people.

It didn't come here all the way, he couldn't believe it.

In the blink of an eye, it was the winter of 1936, and the cold came earlier than in previous years. Snowflakes began to fall in the morning, and it became even bigger by noon.

Zhou Lan had lunch by himself, and He Si went to the horse regiment in the morning, because several recruits from the guard battalion were training in the horse regiment, so he wanted to personally ask Ma Yulin about the performance of these recruits.

In the middle of the afternoon, He Si came back with a very ugly face.

After entering the well-heated office, he took off his military cap covered with snowflakes and held it in his hands, saluting solemnly, "Master, I'm here to apologize."

Zhou Lan stopped her brush and looked up at him, knowing that something must be wrong when he said so.

He Si is a careful person, unless there is something urgent, he will not rush in with snow on his sleeves and a cold body.

With his temperament, he would take off his military overcoat at the door, take off his hat and hand it to the orderly, straighten his collar before entering.

It was snowing heavily outside the window, and it was auspicious and peaceful.

"Apologize?" Zhou Lan finished the last stroke of the word before asking unhurriedly, "What mistake can you make?"

Zhou Lan's thoughts were fast, thinking that the other party was going to Ma Yulin's side, maybe he met Xiao Ma again, and Ma Guoxiang hadn't seen him for a while, although he sent someone to bring some gadgets over from time to time, but Zhou Lan didn't After paying attention to it, He Si must be relieved again.

"I cleaned up Ma Guoxiang." He Si said, his face very ugly.

Zhou Lan just laughed, thinking that you are always competing with that bastard.

Before he could finish laughing, the orderly from outside ran in, followed by Ma Yulin.

"Master seat," Ma Yulin was full of anger when he entered the room, "Oh, brother four is here too, you are so fast!"

He Si glanced at him sideways, with a cold expression.

"No, fourth brother, what are you staring at me for?" Ma Yulin slapped his mouth and turned to report to Zhou Lan. He was very respectful, but because he was a vulgar person and he was the most direct military leader by his side, his respect was limited. "Master, Xiao Ma has no credit but hard work. If you don't want it, give him a good way out. At any rate, I tried my best to make you feel better when I was in bed, didn't I?"

He Si really stared this time, he suddenly turned to face Ma Yulin.

"Hey, hey," Zhou Lan felt that He Si's posture was wrong, so he quickly stopped, "Are you two serious?" He turned to Ma Yulin and continued, "Ma Guoxiang is such a big guy, he can be beaten up, and Battalion Commander He doesn't like him. Personal grievances, once you are old, don't get involved."

"A beating?" Ma Yulin's eyes widened. "Master, Battalion Commander He belongs to you, and I'm not an outsider. What does he call a beating? His legs are broken, what a personal grievance? If it wasn't for me Meet, press fourth brother's gun, Xiao Ma's head will explode."

"After all, he is a battalion commander, sir. Our division leads the team with strict discipline and clear rewards and punishments. Battalion Commander He shouted and killed in our regiment. This is a violation of military discipline. So many eyes are watching, division Sir, how do you want me to explain to my subordinates."

"Didn't I come here to apologize?" He Si was still angry, so he took off his coat and put the penis in his waist on the desk, "Listen to the master seat!"

Zhou Lan considered what Ma Yulin said, and then asked He Si: "Explain, explain, what's going on, he provoked you?"

"No."

"Did he offend you?"

"No."

Zhou Lan leaned back in the chair: "Then why are you crazy?"

He Si stared straight at him, and only after a while did he say: "He offended you!"

Ma Yulin turned his head, thinking that the next words might not be able to be heard, this "offence" is probably something that happened in bed.

He heard Xiaobing report that He Si came out of the regiment headquarters and met Ma Guoxiang head-on. He didn't do anything at first, but who knew that Ma Guoxiang walked over, and even came back to hold He Si and whispered a few words.The voice was too low for anyone to hear clearly, but He Si rolled up his sleeves and did it on the spot after hearing it.

Ma Guoxiang also joined the battle with a team of his own soldiers. With many versus few, the odds of winning were high.

He Si brought two guard battalion soldiers with him, but they were so skilled that he forced a group of soldiers to the ground.

When Ma Yulin arrived, Ma Guoxiang's leg was broken, and he was bent at an incredible angle in the snow. He Si's gun barrel had already hit Ma Guoxiang's forehead.