pure white

In fact, when I thought about it later, the night on the anniversary of the founding father's birthday was the happiest day since I returned to China.

Because of this short night, the natural and man-made disasters and ghosts and gods that happened later can also go on strong.

After I accompanied Chen Jingyu to finish listening to the "Green Frost Sword", Chen Jingyu saw that I was really not interested, so he said that he would go back early to rest.

I thought about the piece of paper hidden in my chest, thinking about going back and closing the door, maybe I could ask Chen Jingyu about this matter, so I nodded in agreement.

Xiao Huo ran to drive ahead of time, and Chen Jingyu and I walked slowly through the crowd.Changsha, which is about to enter winter, is still chilly, and I have never gone out so late before, so I shivered a few times from the cold, rubbing my hands and breathing into my palms.Chen Jingyu saw it and asked me, "Did you wear a base layer underneath?"

"I thought it was the temperature during the day, and I was only wearing a shirt."

She was helpless and sighed: "You..." She shook her head while talking, I laughed "hehe" to reassure her: "It's not cold, it was blown by the wind just now, I wasn't prepared."

"A 20-year-old is a big girl who can marry a long time ago, but she still doesn't know how to take care of herself." Chen Jingyu raised his hand to unbutton his jacket, unbuttoned a few buttons and took them off, shaking his shoulders, the military uniform stretched out.

I hurriedly refused: "I'm not cold, really."

"Wear it." She didn't wait for my reply, she just put the clothes on my shoulders, and I smelled the soap on her clothes, the same smell I smelled when I was a child, when I was in Cambridge.

"Is this considered a home flavor?"

Chen Jingyu turned her head, and I pointed to the clothes she was wearing, and she smiled: "When you go out, you always have to bring some familiar things to miss home."

She helped me pull the clothes that had been sliding down, "It's you, you have a good nose, are you a German military dog?"

I have never seen a German military dog, but I have seen a Chinese native dog. I think they are both dogs, and their faces are probably not much different. They both have four hooves and a tail.

I patted her and pretended to be angry and said, "What are you talking about?"

She grinned and said, "I was wrong, but this is a compliment. The dogs of the German army have black and thick hair, strong teeth that can suck blood, and a keen sense of smell. You can smell it across a forest." She sighed: " After all, it is a powerful country, and they even eat canned beef for dogs every day. And look at our soldiers... they are incomparable."

When she mentions this, it makes me sad.A few days ago, I followed her to Xiangya Hospital to see the wounded and disabled soldiers. The medicines were still not enough, the bandages in the whole hospital were repeated, and the food was not good. A pot of noodles is a full feast of Man and Han.

This is the case in the rear, but what about the front line where material transportation is inconvenient?

I silently squeezed my collar tightly, bowed my head and said nothing more.

In fact, as a superior officer, Chen Jingyu shouldn't have said these things. She said these things are to disturb the morale of the army, and the most taboo in wartime is to distract people.

She felt that she had made a slip of the tongue and didn't continue for a while.I wanted to tell her "I won't spread the word" to reassure her, but then I thought it was unnecessary.She is shrewd and decisive, she can tell me these things, she can trust me, of course she can trust me, so there is no need for me to express my position.

After reading this, I feel happy.Chen Jingyu tapped on the brim of my hat, and I looked up at her.

"What's the smirk?"

I didn't answer, I still smiled.

Chen Jingyu didn't continue to ask, but took off the military cap from his head instead.She gave me the coat earlier, and now there is only a military-style white shirt on her body. The shirt is clean, and I know she washed it herself.She is obsessed with cleanliness. When we were in Cambridge, we were busy with our studies. Most of the clothes were sent directly to the laundryman to save trouble. The pile of clothes for two weeks was only one pound. Wu Yingtang has not done it since he went to England. Washed clothes.

My mother kept me in strict control and spoiled me when I was young. After going to England, she strictly told me to be independent. Since I am independent, I have to know how to wash and cook.

As for Chen Jingyu, she was used to being taken care of since she was a child. She was the only heir left in the big Chen family. Mr. Chen spoiled her, and her uncles also spoiled her. Clothes would be thrown away after one season Every year, the tailors in the French Concession in Shanghai have new styles made for her.

When I was young, I never saw her wear airy clothes. I saw her wear old clothes in Cambridge, but I never saw her wash the clothes by herself.Now seeing the military uniform she wears all the time, the shirt is already worn out from washing.

Seeing my gaze staring at her shirt, she subconsciously followed my gaze and lowered her head to look, the corners of her mouth twitched triumphantly: "I washed it myself."

I said "hmm" and turned to ask her: "Then do you know how to cook now?"

She was stumped by my question, touched the tip of her nose, and under my laughter, put the hat in her hand on my head angrily, "My hat, take it, if it falls, you can go to the military supplies department to give it to me Get a new one and come back."

I have a crown on my head, and of course she couldn't unbutton it.I hurriedly grabbed her hat and held it in my hand, "You tyrant, you are like Mary Tudor reincarnated!"

Her British history is not very good, so of course she couldn't hear that I was scolding her in a different way, but the "tyrant" in front of me understood it.He immediately leaned over, "What did you say?"

"I said..." After coming closer, the first thing I could smell was the scent of soap on her body. She lowered her angle a bit, and I could just see her eyes, reflected in the firelight, melting into the night, like the stars in the sky. Bright.

After she took off her hat, her dark hair fell down. The hair that used to be covered in a bun under the hat was now swirling around her ears. Put your hand away from her lock of hair.My palm is so close to her cheek that I can touch it with a slight spread of my fingers.

There was a moment of surprise in Chen Jingyu's eyes, and I could see that she subconsciously wanted to back away but tried her best to hold back.I lowered my head to hide my expression, and took the lead to take a step back.

When he raised his head again, Chen Jingyu had resumed his standing posture like a green pine, but with his hands behind his back, just like those old pedants in Cambridge Regent's House.

I wanted to laugh at her, but saw the wrong expression on her face.She stared at the front and frowned, her hands in her pockets were slightly exposed, and the white gloves were stuck to the cuffs of her shirt, which didn't look so obvious.This was her vigilant movement, as long as there was any disturbance, that hand would immediately be able to hold Browning pinned above her.

"What's wrong?" I asked in a low voice, following her gaze to the front.There is a small alley in front of it, and it is dark at night, which is in stark contrast to the bright candlelight here.I took a step back reflexively, repelling that road in my heart, as if it led not to our jeep, but to an unknown death road.

Chen Jingyu didn't answer, the hand close to me stretched out to stop me, and Browning was already clasped with his right hand.I vaguely heard the sound of running in the alley, and the sound of iron objects hitting.

"Click-"

Chen Jingyu pulled Browning and ran quickly into the alley. I was stunned for a second, and just as I analyzed it to be the sound of a bullet being loaded, there was a tiny scream in the alley.

Chen Jingyu...!

I didn't care to analyze who would be loaded in the city, and ran over quickly after pulling out Browning, only praying that nothing would happen to her.

I ran to the edge of the alley, and found that I could still vaguely see a little bit of the situation inside through the firelight here. In addition, I passed this small alley during the day, and I walked every step of the way myself, so I was still familiar with it.

I scraped the wall and moved in step by step, holding Browning's hand trembling slightly.

After I returned to China, I received military training in Chongqing. The instructors who trained me were directly transferred from the army. They went to the battlefield and killed people.

Thanks to these instructors, my shooting and fighting skills are among the best. I have received both Whampoa training and German influence.

But in the final analysis, I am just a civilian. My daily job is to sit in the rear and guard the radio to decipher codes. I am not needed on the battlefield. When I came to Changsha, most of the Brownings assigned by the office were decorations.

I don't know the situation in this alley, and I don't know where Chen Jingyu is, so I can only grope and move step by step. My breathing is the slowest and slowest, and the alley is surprisingly quiet.

Take another step, there is a turning point here, and there is a narrow passage in front, forming a semi-"S" shape with the exit of the alley.I poked my hand a little, but found a source of heat from the cold wall—it was a human hand.

I was startled, subconsciously pushed the gun over, and the bullet was already loaded, I have no doubt that if the man was a second late, I would have been able to shoot and kill him accurately.

The man held the barrel of my gun with the hand on my side, pressed it down, and at the same time slid his hand towards me, touching my wrist.I paused, the man's hands were as thick as sackcloth, and he was clearly wearing gloves, and his fingers were clasped between my wrists, and he clasped lightly three times, short and brisk.

"Drip, drip, drip."

Morse code, "S".

"Stop."

This is the first ciphertext I taught Chen Jingyu in Cambridge.

I felt relieved and squeezed her hand backhand.When Chen Jingyu saw that I had informed him, he withdrew his hand.In the dark, I saw her figure crouching slowly, pulling out something from the boot—I knew it was her saber.She moved over bit by bit, and I wanted to follow again, but I didn't dare because of her "stop", for fear of causing trouble to her.

Then I heard the man's muffled groan, thought of the blood spurting three feet from the saber cutting his neck, and heard a shout in Japanese: "His Majesty the Emperor バンザイ!"

Chen Jingyu called out: "Xiao Huo!"

The expected gunfire did not sound, and a cluster of torches was lit in the alley.I turned around and saw four or five corpses in black improved Chinese tunic suits lying here and there on the ground. Xiao Huo and a few soldiers in military uniforms were holding the only one alive. underground.Chen Jingyu was standing aside holding a saber, blood was still dripping from the saber, and there was a large pool of blood on her white shirt.

"Chen Jingyu!" I rushed up to look at her, and she smiled at me while clutching her arms: "It's okay, I accidentally cut the knife during the beating, I'll let the military doctor deal with it later."

I learned a little field bandaging in Chongqing, and although I was not familiar with it, I could barely make ends meet.I took out my handkerchief and hugged her. From a medical point of view, the gash was neither deep nor long. It was indeed "nothing" as Chen Jingyu said, but I was still terribly worried, and I didn't know where I was. What was on my mind for a moment, was I afraid that she would die, or that I would never see her again?

My hands were shaking so badly that I couldn't wrap them up after wobbling around twice. Chen Jingyu patted my hand with the other hand, and the warmth of her palm made me weep.

"Silly girl." I heard her sigh, and there were some smiles and sighs in her words that I couldn't understand, "I can't die."

The author has something to say: Mary Tudor, Queen Mary of the Tudor dynasty of England, sister of Elizabeth I.You may be familiar with her other name: Bloody Mary.

In Japanese, "His Majesty the Emperor" long live, is often used when committing seppuku.Translate directly with an electronic dictionary.

The Morse code was the original code without encryption, so Lu An could understand it in an instant.

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