Si Nian is like a play

Jiu

That's how Zhou Moqin's going to Shanghai was finalized.

Su Sinian was also shocked by the sudden news.Although he never asked about his work, but thinking of the current situation in Shanghai, he would inevitably be worried.After the Japanese invaded Shanghai in 1932, they have recently settled down a lot, but I heard that they have established their own forces in Shanghai. Now Shanghai, with the forces of foreign concessions and the Japanese, looks peaceful on the surface, but it is actually full of dangers.

He didn't know what mission Zhou Moqin was going to perform in Shanghai, and he wouldn't ask, but when he stayed in Su's mansion, he quietly made him a cup of tea.

"How long are you going?"

The tea leaves are stretched in the hot water, blooming, and emitting a quiet fragrance.

"I don't know yet, my father didn't tell me what's going on over there."

"Why did the commander suddenly send you to Shanghai?"

Zhou Moqin didn't intend to tell him the trigger of this incident, but only replied: "The situation in Shanghai is complicated now, and someone needs to deal with the Japanese in the past."

Su Sinian was silent for a while after hearing this, and said, "Anyway, be careful."

"Sinian, wait for my return."

The night Zhou Moqin left, Su Sinian had a nightmare.

He dreamed of Jinan eight years ago. At that time, he was only 14 years old. He worshiped his father's good friend as his teacher, and learned to sing and be a man from him. Their family is not considered a big family in Jinan, but they are also kind and filial. Safe and happy.But the Japanese broke all of this. When he returned from his master's house that day after learning opera, the house was turned into a mess. His mother was lying on the bed disheveled and breathless, and his father was lying on the ground covered in blood. , with a sharp knife stuck in his back.The room was filled with a suffocating smell of blood. He threw off his costume and chased out, and saw a few Japanese walking away with grinning grins.Little Su Sinian was trembling all over, not knowing whether it was from anger or fright, her dark eyes were full of fear and sadness, but she couldn't shed a single tear.

When the Japanese invaded the small town again, the master secretly escaped with him and his son in his arms. On the way, Xiao Sinian began to cry loudly. The master was afraid that his crying would attract the Japanese and die. Death covered his mouth, and he left a deep bite mark on Master's hand.

Waking up from the dream, he was sweating profusely, and the childhood fears resurfaced in his heart again. He stood up tremblingly and poured a cup of tea to drink, only to barely regain his senses.It was still dark outside the window, and the stars were dim.He put on a coat, stood in front of the window, and looked in the direction of Jinan.

The seeds of hatred in my heart began to burn blazingly again.

Thinking that Zhou Moqin was on his way to Shanghai, the hand holding the teacup tightened a little bit, hoping that he could get out of the way.

In the two years since Zhou Moqin left, Su Sinian seldom appeared on stage again, and only sang two or three times a month. Every time he appeared on stage, the threshold of the Liyuan would be crushed, and Yunzisu had to seal his voice The news spread in Nanjing city like this.

Su Sinian was lazily sitting in his living room, flipping through the newspaper reports about Shanghai. The whole article was about the news that Wang Zhaoming's forces moved to Shanghai. Su Sinian thought, the Wang family and the Zhou family are family friends, For Zhou Moqin, the influence of his family went to Shanghai, which was considered a guarantee.

At hand is a letter just sent by Zhou Moqin, which tells about his life in Shanghai, working under Wang Zhaoming's subordinates, and the rest is about missing Su Sinian. Su Sinian smiled, smoothed the letter and put it in the In the small box on the coffee table, there are neatly written letters from Zhou Moqin.

In the past two years, Zhou Moqin only came back three times, each time in a hurry, and left after not getting along with Su Sinian for a long time. Su Sinian also mentioned going to Shanghai to look for him, anyway, there is no one he misses in Nanjing But Zhou Moqin always refused, saying that Shanghai was not peaceful, and he didn't want him to come over and be frightened.

Su Sinian's intention to go to Shanghai again was this winter. Standing in front of the window, looking at the fluttering snowflakes, he suddenly wanted to know what Zhou Moqin was doing, and wanted to warm a stove by his side. Singing a song for him, I can no longer suppress such thoughts, and the thoughts grow wildly in my heart like weeds.Zhou Moqin was working in Hong Kong at this time, he thought it would be a small surprise if he went there just in time for his return, so he called a maid to pack his luggage for him, saying that he was going on a long trip.

"How long have you been here, sir? Are you coming back?" The maid probably knew that he was going to Shanghai, so she asked this question.

"I won't come back. When I leave, you can rent out this house and keep the rent for your own use."

"That's good. The salary that the husband usually gives is enough. I will come to clean the house from time to time. I hope that the husband can come back with the young commander."

"Empty is also empty, that's all, you can figure it out yourself, take a few more coats, Nanjing is so cold, Shanghai may not be much better."

Packed two large suitcases like moving house, put them in the living room, and just waited for the ticket to go out.When the maid came back, she said that the train tickets to go out in the past two days were all sold out, and she might have to wait for a few more days.

Although Su Sinian was disappointed, he was also helpless. Wait a few more days, just wait a few more days. Good things always take time. When he thought that he was going to meet Zhou Moqin soon, he couldn't help being excited.

It's just that he didn't know at that time that his fate would be so ill-fated.

In the winter of the 25th year of the Republic of China, on December 31, the Japanese captured Nanjing like a scourge, and massacred Nanjing, creating a blood-stained capital.

The wailing all over the mountains and plains, the shocking blood red, the tragic picture.Su's house is in the concession area, so it has not been affected for the time being. Su Sinian was trapped in the house, unable to move an inch.What he held in his hand was Zhou Moqin's last letter a month ago, saying that he was going to Hong Kong for a trip. Su Sinian didn't know if he came back, nor did he know what the situation in Shanghai was like.

When you are anxious, time seems to be extraordinarily long.Vaguely, Su Sinian seemed to hear the noise outside the door, and he thought that the Japanese had finally reached here.But I never thought that after the maid opened the door, the first thing I saw was a familiar person.

"A Bao?" Su Sinian was surprised. Behind A Bao was a group of Japanese.

"Master...Senior brother..." Ah Bao called out in a low voice, then lowered his head and stopped talking.

A person behind him pushed him away, approached Su Sinian and said with a smile, "Mr. Yun, Mr. Fujita, who just arrived from the Japanese Imperial Army, likes Chinese opera very much, and I would like to invite you to the headquarters to sing for him. "

Looking at the dog-like traitor in front of him, and then at A Bao who was obediently hiding behind him, Su Sinian felt a chill. He turned his face away and said coldly, "I never sing for the Japanese."

The traitor seemed to have been slapped in the face, put away his fake smile, and said in a sly way: "Mr. Yun, you should have thought about it, the Imperial Army asked me to invite you because of your respect, don't be ashamed."

Su Sinian didn't even look at him, and said a word between his teeth: "Get lost!"

The traitor was no longer polite, and with a wave of his hand, he called a few Japanese to go up and catch Su Sinian. Su Sinian didn't know kung fu, and he had no power to resist at this moment. He thought that he would be raped by force. He would never speak up for the Japanese, the worst result would be death, and then he thought of his dead parents, thinking that no matter what he would die, he would kill a Japanese with his own hands.

It's just that he thought about the thousands of ways of death he would face, but he never thought that in the end, he could not survive but could not die.

Fujita is a pervert, he arrested Su Sinian, first ordered him to sing for himself, who knew that Su Sinian would rather die than die, so he tied his hands and feet, and did all kinds of insults on him, In the end, holding his face, he said obscenely in broken Chinese: "You look so good-looking, wouldn't it be a waste to let you die."

From then on, Su Sinian began to lead a dark life.He was locked in a dark and damp dungeon by Fujita, tied with iron chains, bound his hands and feet so that he could not move, someone would take him to the toilet every two hours, and only give him a small amount of porridge every day , to ensure that he will not be starved to death, but at the same time make him weak and unable to escape.Su Sinian went on a hunger strike and refused to eat, so someone forcibly opened his mouth and poured porridge into it.He spent most of the time in the dungeon. Occasionally, Fujita was in a bad mood, so he would be taken out of the dungeon, washed and sent to his bed. Susnian was still not free on the bed, but begged for humiliation after all the humiliation. There is no way to die.

He sat on the damp floor of the dungeon, looked up at the only small window on the high wall that let in light, and wondered what it was like outside.Today he heard Zhou Moqin's name from Fujita. Fujita said that Zhou Moqin returned to Nanjing, and the whole world is looking for him, but he will not hand him over, and will let people tell Zhou Moqin that all the people in Liyuan are dead. live.

Not a single one was left alive.

I don't know what Zhou Moqin's expression will be when he hears the news of his "death", when did he come back from Hong Kong, and when did he return to Nanjing? Is he still the same as before, fat or thin? Know.

But he would rather Zhou Moqin believe that he was dead. Su Sinian, who looked like this, was no longer qualified to stand in front of him.

No matter how much he wanted to stand in front of him and ask with a smile: "Don't come here without any problems."

You can't cry. From the day you entered this dungeon, Su Sinian's heart was dead.

A piece of his tongue was bitten off by himself before, and now he can barely speak, but he can no longer sing melodious tunes.

Yun Zisu, there is no more Yun Zisu in this world.