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After one night, Wanping City was defended, China and Japan temporarily ceased fighting, and the Japanese proposed to negotiate a settlement.

There was joy in the city of Beiping, the Chinese army won, and the 29th army is doing well!

Zhou Lan couldn't be happy, this peaceful scene terrified him.

"Any reply to the secret message to the military seat?" he asked.

"Not yet," He Si looked cautiously at his officer, "I sent an urgent letter early this morning, the content is the same, but the military seat still hasn't responded."

"He did it on purpose," Zhou Lan said, and sat down by the conference table. The conference room of the division headquarters was very large, and it was empty at the moment. After the distribution, the captured [-]-type rifle bullets can just come in handy, solving the big problem of ammunition shortage.

"I think he has selfish intentions," Zhou Lan said, taking out a cigarette from the chimney, and He Si immediately set him on fire. "This negotiation is strange, and the Japanese will not admit defeat so easily."

"But we did win the battle," He Si put away the lighter, and he had no intention of smoking one. When discussing business affairs, he always behaved well, "They can't attack Wanping City, although we fought hard , it’s also difficult for them, and besides, this is China’s territory after all, and there are still few of them.”

"Chinese territory?" Zhou Lan raised his eyes to look at him. The atmosphere of the meeting just now was lively. The soldiers were proud and elated after winning the battle. They were all very happy. He couldn't pour cold water on everyone. After all, morale was more important than anything else, "Aren't the three eastern provinces Chinese territory? Isn't Chahar?"

He Si froze for a moment, and admitted that the other party was right, which also reminded him of those years outside the pass.

"The Japanese are negotiating, it must be a cover. They don't have enough strength now. When the soldiers and horses are dispatched, they will directly fire. What are you talking about?" Zhou Lan took a puff of cigarettes. He hates politics, but this kind of jungle Logic is very understandable.

"If that's the case," He Si frowned, with a very bad feeling, "The military seat should also be aware of it. Besides, we have already reminded him in our secret message, so it is impossible for him not to know."

"That's why I said he has selfish intentions," Zhou Lan flicked off the ashtray, and He Si pushed the blue crystal ashtray closer to his hand, "I'm afraid, he was thinking that there would be Jiang in the south and the Japanese in the north, and he would stand in the middle." Bar!"

He Si took a deep breath.

It’s not impossible. The warlords of various armies have been fighting for so many years, and they all acted on their own. After the Northern Expedition of the Revolutionary Army, all the warlords on the surface have surrendered to the central government, but which one is sincerely obeying the command?

Feng Yuxiang and Yan Xishan in the west.

Li Zongren and Bai Chongxi in the south.

Chuangui in the southwest and someone surnamed Liu have not been very obedient.

The old Zhang family in the north is obedient, and Commander Zhang is under house arrest, but it's not because he has no foothold in the northeast that he changed his flag.

Generalissimo Jiang's ability to command is not limited to the Jiangsu-Zhejiang faction plus the Whampoa faction.

If the 29th Army really becomes king on its own, nothing is impossible.

"Then what should we do?" He Si asked, if this is the situation, where is the way out for Master Zhou?

The cigarette was burning on the fingertips, and a wisp of green smoke curled up straight up. Zhou Lan was speechless for a long time.

After a while, he whispered, "I can't think of a way out."

"Should we leave or stay?" He Si heard the heart outside the line, and the 29th Army and the others might not be able to stay any longer.

"Go or stay, I'm afraid it's up to us." Zhou Lan looked into his eyes and continued: "The Japanese will definitely swallow China, and they will not give up. So if Song wants to be emperor, I think it is a As a pillow, I don't want to use my little soldier's bones to pile up his emperor's dream, not to mention that it can't be piled up at all."

"If he really becomes the emperor, I will have no good fruit to eat. If the Japanese want to support him, they will definitely put forward conditions. Do you think I will be included in this condition?"

"You?" He Si was startled suddenly, remembering the secret they both knew, "You mean Jinxin?"

"Well," Zhou Lan lowered his voice a lot, and his eyes were full of confusion and fear, "He must really want to catch me, what do you think?"

A warm palm touched his neck, "It won't be that far," He Si said, "If we can't beat us, we will hide."

For the next ten days or so, Beiping and Tianjin were calm and peaceful, and ordinary people went about their daily lives.

"The capital city is not any other place. I thought it was outside the customs!" said the old man with a Beijing-style accent, "How much trouble can be caused by the foundation of the imperial city."

"You always said that, didn't the Mongols also invaded back then? Didn't the Eight-Power Allied Forces come in?" A young voice said.

"Can it be the same!" The old man lowered his head, staring at the hair stubble on the apron, and was still arguing with the barber, "What year was it, let alone the Mongols, or our Qing Dynasty, in the end Why don’t they all speak Chinese, eat Chinese food, and finally be Chinese, so no matter who is the emperor, we people have to work to live.”

The barber turned his head and rubbed the scraper on the belt, his mouth was not idle, but his voice was softer: "I heard that the Japanese outside the customs are quite inhumane, and killed many Chinese."

"We are all obedient citizens," said the old man, still insisting on his own reasoning, "It doesn't matter if the dynasty changes, no matter who is the emperor, we will live the same life, and we will not be afraid of having a house or land. What are we afraid of, you said you, a barber, ran away after carrying the pole, so you have nothing to be afraid of."

"That's right too," the barber said with a chuckle, "We just eat carrots and don't worry about it. We don't need us to carry guns and fight. It's the same for us little people. Man, raise your head and shave your face again."

"okay."

The inconspicuous conversation in the market was heard in bits and pieces. The two people looked at each other, but neither of them said a word.

Handing over the copper coin to the newsboy, He Si handed it over to Zhou Lan with the day's number. After negotiating with Japan, their garrison was safe and sound, and there was no reply to the secret message, so they went to pay a formal visit to Commander Song, but the door was closed.

Song Shi deliberately didn't see them, Zhou Lan understood.

But he was not reconciled if he didn't make this trip.

Avoidance is also an attitude, a decision.And this attitude made Zhou Lan firmer in his judgment on the expected changes.

I'm afraid Pingjin really won't be able to keep it.

He has been outside the customs for so long, and has mixed with the Japanese for so long, and he has almost become a family. He understands the ambition and temperament of the Japanese.

They only have two states of full attack and dead. In other words, as long as they are not dead, they will not stop attacking and aggression.

Even if it stops, it is waiting for a better opportunity, waiting for a more ingenious opportunity, and accumulating more power.

There is only a beginning and an end, and all pauses are illusions.

Song wanted to take advantage of the situation, to step on two boats, to use his strength to fight—I'm afraid it can only be a dream, Zhou Lan thought, Jiang's strength is not strong enough, and his men are not loyal enough to submit. When the Japanese are driven away, No one surnamed Jiang will be let go. He can unify all the way from Guangdong to Beiping, and make people surnamed Zhang in the northeast support him. He is not an ordinary person.

Taking a ten thousand step back, even if someone surnamed Jiang didn't have this ability, would the Japanese be willing to live in peace with Song?Is there really hope for peace in the current peace talks?

Great misunderstanding!

As long as the Japanese are not dead, they will not let us live.

Those surnamed Jiang understood this truth, but those surnamed Song did not.

He thought that he could get the throne by making all kinds of moves in the political arena?He is also a man over half a hundred years old, so he can be deceived like this, it seems that Huang Liang's dream is too charming.

Zhou Lan and He Si walked on the street. When they came out of the headquarters, they changed into casual clothes. The Beiping party got nothing. The military uniform was too eye-catching, which would attract unnecessary disputes.

In a fragile and vain atmosphere of peace, Zhou Lan proposed to walk around casually, and maybe start a war again. This Beiping, like Wanping, has been bombarded badly by shells, and I am afraid that I will never be able to see it again.

It is not a special case for ordinary people, most people have this idea.

Wars have to be fought, and ordinary people still have to live their lives.

"Look, they are the ones who are guarded by the soldiers' guns and bullets." Zhou Lan put his hands in his pockets and walked casually. The lights in Dongjiaomin Lane were lit up, and the street lights ignited a lively and ambiguous atmosphere. The open door of the Belarusian restaurant could faintly smell the alcohol. odor.

He Si followed him, and when he heard the words, he followed him and stood shoulder to shoulder with him: "They are not afraid, because they have never been on a battlefield, and they don't know what it means to be bloody and bloody, and they have never seen Japanese devils rushing over with bayonets." .”

"Really?" Zhou Lan said casually, "We have all been on the battlefield, are you afraid?"

"I was afraid for the first time," He Si thought for a while and said, "I won't be afraid after more times."

Speaking of this, he also asked a rhetorical question: "Were you afraid when you took a gun for the first time?"

"Me?" Zhou Lan paused for a moment. He recalled the first time he touched the gun, "At that time, I took the gun from Father Tang, and I blew the head of the second master, because he always had bad intentions. .”

"Are you afraid?" He Si asked.

"It should be because of fear," Zhou Lan slowed down, and the memories made him hesitate, "It must be because of fear, but I am even more afraid that he will turn around and kill me. Relentless."

He Si smiled, and then lowered his voice: "I really like your temperament that distinguishes between love and hate."

"Huh?" Zhou Lan raised his eyebrows, glanced at He Si, and smiled unconsciously on the corner of his mouth. There was starlight in He Si's eyes, which was warmer and shinier than the neon lights on the road. He said, "Others stay away, you Still like it, asking for guilt?"

"As long as you give it," He Si leaned on him, Zhou Lan didn't let go, the two of them stood side by side very intimately, as if walking very close, "I will accept everything."

It was obviously talking about killing people, but somehow they talked about love. Zhou Lan smiled and glanced at He Si, who was also looking at him and smiling.

Knowing that a catastrophe was imminent, but he needed a moment of relaxation and tenderness, Zhou Lan smiled and sighed, thinking, this black boy is really good.

He took out his hand from his trouser pocket and rubbed against the back of He Si's hand. It was smooth and slightly cold, and that hand quickly followed.

Searching for his little finger, he plucked at the palm of his hand, He Si just smiled, it was inconvenient for him to make big movements on the street.

Zhou Lan turned his head slightly, looked at him, his eyes were full of stars, and without hesitation, he grabbed his hand.

"Fourth brother," he whispered.

He Si looked at him, his Adam's apple suddenly moved, and he exerted strength in his hands.

His gaze swept across He Si's broad chest, and down to his flat belly. Looking down again, he saw the clue, and returned to He Si's eyes. The other party's gaze had already fallen on the neon sign behind him.

Bu Xiaoduo said that all men and women in love are like, they walked across the street quickly.

On the street not far away, a black car was parked on the side of the street. Du Yunfeng's face was ashen, staring at the signboard of Huizhong Hotel, his eyes were about to bleed.

He Si came to Xiehe Hospital with an envelope, and found Du Yunhai who was too busy to touch the ground according to the department.

Du Yunhai specialized in surgery, and as soon as he came out of the operating room, he saw He Si waiting for him by the door.

"Squad Leader He," he spoke first, "Brother Mu An..."

He Si was expressionless at first, but when he heard this address, his eyes suddenly softened: "Master, he is very good, let me give you something."

The envelope was very thin, Du Yunhai opened it on the spot, and there were really only two pieces of paper inside, one was a check and the other was an airline ticket.

"Flying to Shanghai?" Du Yunhai looked at the face of the ticket.

"Peking is not safe." He Si also looked at the ticket. He was not willing to meet Du Yunhai's eyes. You can give it to others, but don’t stay in Peiping.”

"But peace talks are underway now, and the Japanese proposed it on their own initiative. There is great hope for peace. Wouldn't it be too frightening to run away at this time?" Du Yunhai looked at him, hesitant, pinching the ticket.

He Si originally took out a cigarette, but when he looked up and saw the writing on the wall, he put it back again.

"The small garden outside?" Du Yunhai lifted his chin out of the window.

He Si hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay."

He originally wanted to make a quick decision, but didn't want to chat with Du Yunhai.

"Don't count on the peace talks," He Si narrowed his eyes when he walked out of the corridor, the sun shining on his face, "You want to cure diseases and save lives, it's the same wherever you go, but you really can't keep Beiping."

"Ah?" Du Yunhai was surprised, "How could it be? How could Beiping lose it?"

"This is for sure, you just know it yourself," He Si didn't want to talk about it, he knew what the public thought, especially after Wan Ping temporarily saved it, "The ticket is the day after tomorrow, you..."

"Squad Leader He," Du Yunhai interrupted him, "A doctor's job is to save people, just like a soldier's job is to protect the family and the country. I haven't fought yet. You are so eager to let me go. I am also patriotic. Yes, I can’t go where the country needs it.”

"Confused," He Si finally stopped paying attention to the flowers and plants, and turned to look at him, "The country is so big, where is there no room for you?"

Without waiting for Du Yunhai to argue, he continued: "Wars are fought for money, weapons, and human life. Do you think you can win if you rush forward with enthusiasm? We are not opponents of the Japanese. This is not cowardice." , this is self-knowledge."

"Then—" Du Yunhai was also very stubborn, "Then you can't run without resistance?"

"I told you to run away," He Si lit up a cigarette irritably, "there is a battle to be fought."

"Didn't you say you can't win?"

"Then we have to fight."

He Si fell silent after speaking.

Du Yunhai was also silent.

"I'm not here to argue with you," He Si added after a while, "Believe it or not, you can ask your own brother, who also carried a gun to fight, and ask him if he can win."

After finishing speaking, he stubbed out the cigarette and raised his legs to leave. When he said goodbye, Du Yunhai called out: "Fourth brother!"

"I don't mean anything else." Du Yunhai said.

He Si glanced at him sideways, and sat back on the wooden chair. In order to ease the atmosphere, he handed out the cigarette case, "Do you want it?"

"No," Du Yunhai declined, and added, "Really not."

"If Beiping can't be kept," Du Yunhai asked in fear, "what about Tianjin?"

He Si didn't raise his head, put his hands on his knees, and asked calmly, "What do you think?"

Du Yunhai nodded, understood.

Between Pingjin and Pingjin, one map is flat and the other is always cold, one is prosperous and the other is prosperous, and the other is destroyed.

Tianjin can't keep it anymore, what about that one?

"What about the family in Tianjin?" He asked He Si, "I can't leave them alone."

He finally said the sentence He Si wanted to hear the most.

Zhou Lan is very fond of the few family members, otherwise he would not be asked to deliver the check and air ticket today. Du Yunhai has left with Du Yunfeng and severed ties with the family, but he still treats him as a family member.

Difficulty is imminent, and I am still thinking about arranging this younger brother.

Zhou Lan killed Lao Du, but he was really kind to his two sons, He Si thought, even if he was a real brother, that was enough.

Fortunately, Du Yunhai is not a white-eyed wolf, and he is better than his own brother in this regard.

"I will arrange it at home in Tianjin," He Si comforted him, "Master remembers you, and naturally remembers the family, but everyone is old and young, and it doesn't happen so quickly, just take care of yourself."

"My brother has some things to do..." Du Yunhai didn't know what to say, he probably understood the relationship between these three people, but Du Yunfeng was his own brother, so he couldn't say anything wrong, "... Anyway He is not at home, it is more convenient for me to take care of the family, let me take care of it in Tianjin? After all, I am more familiar with the family."

The words were cryptic, but He Si understood.

No matter how close he was to Zhou Lan, the Zhou family knew the two brothers surnamed Du.Besides, Du Yunhai was sincere.

He hesitated for a moment, but in the end he had to admit that what Du Yunhai said made sense.

"Okay," He Si agreed, "Then you should end the hospital work right away and go back to Tianjin. The peace talks won't last long, at most a few months or half a year. It's safer to leave earlier than later."

Du Yunhai agreed, and at noon, he had lunch with He Si and asked Zhou Lan how he was doing.He Si knew that he missed Zhou Lan, so he talked about Zhou Lan's recent situation, but he didn't say anything about Zhou Lan's own two fingers and Du Yunfeng stabbing him.

Zhou Lan definitely didn't want Du Yunhai to know about this matter, but He Si knew it well.

It's just that when Du Yunfeng was mentioned in a hurry, He Si listened silently and didn't comment, so Du Yunhai didn't say more.

When He Si went back to see Zhou Lan, Zhou Lan briefly asked about Du Yunhai's situation. He was really happy when he heard that Yunhai was going back to Tianjin to take care of his family. He kept praising Yunhai for growing up and being sensible. .

He Si smiled, nodded in agreement, and did not mention anything Du Yunhai said about his brother.

Zhou Lan didn't ask either.

Du Yunhai had a falling out with his brother, and he was really ashamed to see his brother's detrimental things.

His brother likes men.

He is quite annoyed by this. In fact, he has heard since he was a child that the previous master of the Zhou family had a hobby. This is why he has been criticized for many years after his death.

The life of the Zhou family is not easy, the family is orphaned and widowed, especially Brother Mu An, who is very shameless, very respectable.

If it wasn't for Zhou Lan being the other protagonist in the incident, he really wouldn't have accepted it with peace of mind.

He was in his teens at that time, and when he saw the ring on Zhou Lan's hand, he became suspicious. Later, the two elder brothers were doing business, and they were together day and night. In the bedroom of the other person, I knew that the two of them slept under the same quilt.

There is no difference between the two elder brothers or elder brothers, so he recognized it.

However, Du Yunfeng didn't know what was going on now, the two of them broke up, and Du Yunfeng said those words in public, there was no room for brother Mu An's face.

Not only that, early in the morning, Du Yunfeng carried him over to treat his wounds, and as soon as he checked, the anger in his heart suddenly came up.

He didn't know the big guy.

Yes, lad.

Is the big guy used to spoil like this?

That's his pawn.

Are soldiers used to spoil like this?

This is to destroy a person. His whole body is bruised and purple, he has been beaten a lot, his body is in a mess, and the red, swollen and torn places have new injuries piled on top of the old ones. It can be seen that this is not the first time this person has been treated like this. Hit hard.

Before, Du Yunhai felt that it was normal for him not to understand emotional matters, after all, he was not himself, but as a doctor who saved lives and healed the wounded, he instinctively rejected and hated this matter in front of him.

His brother is simply a bandit!Evil bandit!

One or two months later, Du Yunfeng also went to see him in the hospital. The two brothers did not speak. Du Yunfeng stood in the hospital corridor smoking for a while. Said that after a while, he took the orderly and left.

There was no one around Du Yunfeng to talk to, so when he went to see his younger brother, his younger brother ignored him, so he could only remain silent.

Except for the official business in the brigade, he is always taciturn, but whenever he is free, his mind will ask, where is Zhou Lan?Why did you go?Did he hang out with that ghost He Si?

Until one day, at the military headquarters, he met Zhou Lan from a long distance away, and he followed the two people around a few streets until they arrived at Huizhong Hotel.

He is no longer the kid who used to carry a kitchen knife in his back and wanted to kill his love rivals with his hands.

It is not the past.

Murder and arson cannot win back Zhou Lan's heart, he has to admit.

He lost him.

The author has something to say:

I was exhausted after writing this chapter today, and I have to work overtime at night to do work. Sure enough, I didn’t save it fast enough, so I can only take a look at Lujinjiang’s APP in the last two nights, and I will reply to the comments for all the little angels. Less, in fact, I’m a chatterbox………………………… I try my best to write, and try to keep double updates, but maybe one day will be less in the next day, so I will vaccinate everyone in advance, piu~~