Shanghai morning

Wednesday is a happy day for Wanwan. On this day, Honda Ju will take her to a cute little cafe for afternoon tea. Like Honda Ju, Wanwan likes Western things, and she hopes to improve her self-esteem by experiencing Western life. Taste and temperament, in order to be more qualified to stay with her beloved Honda Ju, like every girl in love, Wanwan's feelings are pure and passionate, she simply loves this excellent man without any selfishness.

Honda Ju didn't stay at her apartment last night, he hasn't been here for two days, and Wan Wan has already started to miss him.We are going to meet today, Wanwan plans to dress up and meet the man she loves in his most beautiful appearance.Wanwan found out her clothes and spread them out one by one on the bed so that she could choose a suitable one. She also found out some matching jewelry. She couldn't be too jeweled or too plain.

After choosing the clothes and accessories, Wanwan is not in a hurry to change. When she is in the apartment, she likes to wear a sexy lace suspender nightdress, which is very comfortable and relaxing, and Honda Ju likes her like this.So Wanwan always puts on makeup first and then changes clothes. She sits in front of the expensive vanity mirror and slowly applies yellow decals to the mirror. Bright lipstick, more delicate and moving.After putting on her makeup, Wanwan was ready to change her clothes. She put the clothes she didn't wear back into the closet one by one, leaving only the ones she wanted to wear today.

Inadvertently, Wanwan glanced at another wardrobe in the room, which belonged to Honda Ju, and there were some formal clothes of Honda Ju in it, and two boxes containing Honda Ju's kimonos.During the days when Honda Ju spent the night with her, Wanwan saw him take out clothes from the closet every morning, but he never let Wanwan touch the closet.Wanwan wasn't curious at first, there was nothing to look at in the men's wardrobe, but for some reason today Wanwan wanted to open it up to take a look, maybe it was just because he was bored.

Opening the closet door, Wanwan saw several suits hanging up, a military uniform, and some underwear.Nothing new, Wanwan thought about it and planned to close the cabinet door.But just before closing the door, she suddenly noticed that the wall panel behind the clothes was a bit strange. There was a gap in the middle of the wall panel, which looked like a door leaf.Wanwan curiously moved the wall panels to both sides, and the panels easily slid open, revealing the hidden things behind them.

Wanwan covered her mouth in astonishment, a feeling of nausea and nausea hit her hard: behind the wallboard was an oil painting, on which was the naked body of her brother Wang Yao.The painter's technique is extremely vivid, the texture of the skin and the moistness of the eyeballs are all vividly depicted, Wanwan almost thinks that Wang Yao is looking at her, looking at her with such a shameless look.

Wanwan took a few steps back and bumped into the chair of the dressing table.She couldn't look directly at the disgusting painting, but her eyes couldn't be moved away as if they were attracted by a magnet. She covered her mouth and cried, and the clear tears spilled between her fingers, ruining the exquisite makeup she had just put on. Get confused.

At this moment, Honda Chrysanthemum opened the door and came in.Wanwan immediately threw himself into Honda Ju's arms, crying bitterly.

"What's wrong, Wanwan?" Honda Ju comforted Wanwan's hair.

"Brother Ju, why is there such a thing? Why?!" Wanwan pushed Honda Ju away, screaming hysterically.

Honda Ju has never seen Wan Wan look so crazy, he frowned, followed Wan Wan's gaze, and saw the open wardrobe, a few clothes hanging inside, and the oil painting behind the clothes... …

Honda Chrysanthemum turned his face slowly, his expression was no longer gentle as usual, now he had a ferocious face, like a ghost.

"Ju... Brother Ju?" Wanwan instinctively felt fear.

Honda Ju raised his hand, and Wan Wan received a hot slap on the face.

"Who told you to watch! Who told you to watch him!!" Honda Ju yelled frantically, and slapped Wanwan several times, each time being heavier and more ruthless than the previous one.The petite and weak girl was so beaten that she couldn't cry, and soon lost her strength and fell to the ground.Honda chrysanthemum held her down cruelly and strangled her neck uncontrollably.Wanwan felt the pain and fear of suffocation. She opened her mouth instinctively, but she couldn't get a trace of air. The hand that stuck her throat was like an eagle's claw. She realized in horror that she was only half a step away from death.

"Cough...cough..." Wanwan made a hoarse voice on the verge of death.

Honda Ju finally let go, Wanwan took a deep breath, coughed violently from the fresh air, curled up into a small ball on the ground, looking very pitiful.

"You saw something you shouldn't see," Honda Ju's voice was dark, "I won't keep disobedient people!"

"Ju... Brother Ju?" Wanwan opened his tearful eyes wide in horror, charmingly.

Honda Chrysanthemum stood up, strode away without hesitation, and locked the door from the outside.It was only then that Wanwan came to her senses. She barely supported herself and stood up, and moved to the door with difficulty, only to find that the door was locked.She slammed on the door desperately: "Brother Ju! Let me out! Please..." Her body lost strength, and slowly slid to the ground, leaning against the door and crying: "Brother Ju... woo woo ...I want to go out..." No one answered her, she was imprisoned in this apartment, waiting for Honda Chrysanthemum's fate.

Without Wan Wan, Honda Ju went to meet Wang Yao alone.Wang Yao didn't know that his beloved sister was suffering so much, and thought that she still didn't want to see him.

After running out of the coffee shop, Wang Yao ran for a long distance like a headless chicken, until his lungs were about to explode before stopping by the wall of a building. The horror and nausea that Honda felt when he touched him was lingering, The touch seemed to be still on the back of his hand, like a snake or a worm, cold and sticky.Wang Yao rubbed the back of his hand against the rough gable wall several times, until the back of his hand was scratched and he didn't feel it, gradually leaving bright red blood stains on the gray wall.

That weird Honda Ju, he would have that kind of behavior, Wang Yao thought about many possibilities, but he didn't think of this.

A hand pulled him away from the wall, and then there was a question almost scolding: "What are you doing?"

Wang Yao turned his head and saw that it was Wang Nianjing: "Ah Jing?"

"Look at your hands!" Wang Nianjing grabbed Wang Yao's wrist and brought it before his eyes.

Only then did Wang Yao see that the back of his hand was dripping with blood, and he also felt pain.

"Mr. Wang, what's the matter?" Wang Nianjing asked.

Wang Yao hesitated to speak, and finally shook his head irritably: "Oh!"

"Mr. Wang?" Wang Nianjing was puzzled.

"The Japanese are all those Japanese!" Wang Yao couldn't help shouting.

"Hush!" Wang Nianjing hurriedly motioned him to whisper.

Wang Yao has never felt that he was so useless, but he was ashamed to tell others - he really couldn't express this embarrassing experience.

"Now that the Japanese are in power, Mr. Wang, you should also be careful. You have seen what happened to Yunjian before." Wang Nianjing persuaded.

"How can you say that about Yunjian? Didn't he die to protect others?" Wang Yaoyi reprimanded angrily, "You still say that he is the person in your heart, and you changed so quickly?"

Wang Nianjing saw Wang Yao's reaction in his eyes, and he asked intentionally: "Then Mr. Wang thinks that Yun Jian died well?"

Wang Yao sighed, shook his head and said, "No one deserves to die, and death is death. But Yunjian is a good man. If all Chinese are like him, why are they being bullied by foreigners to this extent?"

"Mr. Wang is a person who has worked for foreigners, why do you say that?" Wang Nianjing asked.

"I work for anyone to make a living. Besides, I am no longer in a foreign company. Why not?" Wang Yaoman didn't care. "Isn't it obvious that foreigners bully Chinese? The Japanese are even more so. My sister was raped by the Japanese." They have been abducted, how can I still say they are good? I wish I could kill that Japanese bandit with my own hands!"

Wang Nianjing showed an approving expression: "I thought that although Mr. Wang was kind and upright, he was lacking in blood. Now I have to look at him with admiration."

But Wang Yao didn't think so: "If I had half the courage of Yunjian, I wouldn't have to complain here now, I'll take a step first." After that, he left Wang Nianjing and left dejectedly.

Looking at Wang Yao's back, Wang Nianjing nodded as if he had made up his mind.

In the evening, in Wang Yao's shabby room, Ivan bandaged Wang Yao's hands while scolding: "Why are you rubbing against the wall when you are free? Where did you add such a bad thing?"

Wang Yao held back for a long time, and at this moment he really wanted to talk to someone: "I'm disgusted."

"What's disgusting? Did you touch something on the back of your hand?" Ivan asked.

"Honda Chrysanthemum." Wang Yao muttered.

"Honda chrysanthemum? That Japanese?" Ivan was startled by the seriousness of the problem.

Wang Yao then recounted what happened in the afternoon. Although he passed on some details, he still found it hard to tell.Fortunately, Ivan understood, and what followed was worry and anger.

"He is obscene!" Ivan yelled, "How can you go to see him, knowing that he is not a good person!"

"He promised to bring Wanwan to see me." Wang Yao became worried again when he thought of Wanwan.

"But you didn't see her, Honda Ju is lying to you!" Ivan said bluntly, "You can't be fooled by him anymore!"

"Maybe he never intends to let me see Wanwan again." Wang Yao said sadly.

"So you don't want to see him again, he has no good intentions!" Ivan said angrily.

"But...how on earth can I see Wanwan again, how can I let her come back..." Wang Yao thought for a while and then changed his words, "I don't force her to come back, but at least let me know that she is fine, she is fine!"

Ivan put his hands on Wang Yao's shoulders, and said earnestly, "Yao, be selfish: I hope you don't bother with her anymore, don't be stupid for her, but I know you won't listen." He sat up straight: "I As long as you promise me one thing: stop getting involved with the Japanese, and let me help you find out about your sister."

"You? What can you do?" Wang Yao smiled bitterly, "Don't comfort me."

"Trust me, Yao, I have my way." Ivan vowed.

"Whatever." Wang Yao sighed wearily, obviously not believing Ivan.