Shanghai morning

The weather is getting hotter, followed by a long rainy season.The special climate makes Shanghai a gray city for most of the year, sad, poetic, and a touch of despair.Shanghai in the rainy season is blurry and humid. The drizzle is as light as smoke, and it is as soft as nothing when sprinkled on people's faces, but it will soak the whole body in a short while, and the underground water will accumulate to Ankle-deep, you have to wade in the water as soon as you go out.The air is as humid as if it has absorbed enough water. No matter the sheets, quilts or clothes, even the human body seems to be damp forever.

On Saturday, Al invited Wang Yao out.The weather is not beautiful, and it is raining continuously.Wang Yao is still on time for the appointment, he hasn't seen Al for several days, and misses this friend who can make him feel better.

Al and Wang Yao made an appointment to meet at Waibaidu Bridge, which has always been Al's favorite place.When Wang Yao arrived, he found that Al had arrived first. The American was standing tall on the bridge in gray clothes, holding a black umbrella and a camera in his hand.Even in such a gloomy weather, Al's blond hair was not dusty, and it was as brilliant as the only source of light and heat in the rain.

"Al, do you want to take pictures today?" Wang Yao hadn't seen Al's photography for a long time, and he liked Al's concentration when taking pictures.

Al smiled and said: "Yes, I want to take pictures of various scenes in Shanghai as souvenirs." I am afraid that the person in front of him is the one he misses most in Shanghai. If possible, he just wants to leave everything about him.

Wang Yao was stunned for a moment, and then smiled sadly: "Are you going to leave soon?" In the current situation in Shanghai, foreign firms have withdrawn one after another, and foreigners who live there are also leaving one after another. Al probably will leave soon.

Al said: "Arthur is considering transferring the foreign firm's business to Hong Kong, but I don't want to go to Hong Kong, and I don't think that place is peaceful."

"Then are you going to go back to the United States?" Wang Yao imagined that distant country, on the other side of the ocean, where the lucky wanderers said that there are mountains of gold and silver, but those unfortunate people would never come back. It is said that they were imprisoned on a small island, and they were unable to set foot on the paradise they dreamed of, nor could they return to the precarious homeland until their death.

"Maybe, if I'm leaving Shanghai, I'll go back to the United States," Al said. "Who knows if the United States will get involved in the war? Maybe I'll join the army."

Wang Yao shook his head vigorously: "You don't want to join the army!"

"Why?" Al looked at Wang Yao playfully.

"War will kill people!" Wang Yao said, "I have seen familiar people die, and I don't want to see you in trouble again."

"Are you worried about me?" Al approached with a smile.

"Of course I'm worried about you." Wang Yao said, "Don't die before me."

Al put his hand on Wang Yao's shoulder: "You don't want to die earlier than me."

But Wang Yao can't guarantee that, who can guarantee that he can live until the next rainy season?

"Let's go, let's walk along this river." Al suggested.

"Okay." Wang Yao said.

The two walked down the Waibaidu Bridge side by side and strolled along the Suzhou River. Al's umbrella was big enough. He asked Wang Yao to put away the umbrella and put Wang Yao under his own umbrella. The two figures were close to each other. Appears warm.

The drizzle was like smoke, and it did not cause much ripples when it fell on the water. The buildings by the river were hazy, like ink paintings.

"You know, in my heart, this weather is just like you," Al tilted his umbrella towards Wang Yao, "Melancholy and sad, it's hard to see through."

"I'm not such a complicated person, am I?" Wang Yao felt amused, "We've known each other for so long, yet you still don't understand me?"

"I used to love how mysterious and distant you were," Al said, "but now, I love that you're flesh and blood, and you're right, you're not complicated, but you always put yourself in the face of the toughest things." Life." Al stopped and faced Wang Yao, the space under the umbrella was too small, and the two of them were almost face to face: "You could have left everything behind." Al quietly held Wang Yao's hand.

Wang Yao's body trembled slightly, but he didn't withdraw his hand: "It's not what I want to face, and I can't give up everything." I have to admit that when Ah used the word "like", he felt nervous And secretly happy.

Al didn't continue this topic. They continued to walk, stopping from time to time. Al asked Wang Yao to hold an umbrella for him. He raised his camera to take pictures of some rainy scenes.At this time, Wang Yao looked at him quietly, appreciating and remembering Al's every move carefully. He didn't know how to take pictures, and he didn't have a camera. He hoped that he could keep Al in his heart.

"Yao, are you afraid of getting wet?" Al asked.

"Not afraid." Wang Yao said.

Al suddenly grabbed the umbrella from Wang Yao's hand and threw it away: "Come with me in the rain for a while."

The rain fell on Al's blond hair like dew, and after a while it was wet and clung to his full forehead.

"What about your glasses?" Wang Yao worriedly looked at the rain on Al's glasses.

Al took off his glasses, he was not short-sighted, so he could see Wang Yao's face more clearly.Due to the height difference, Wang Yao had to look up at him, so that the rain would get into his eyes, so Wang Yao closed his eyes.In Al's eyes, it was like Wang Yao raised his head to welcome the rain, and the rain fell on Wang Yao's clean cheeks, and for some reason there was an innocent sense of beauty.Unconsciously, Al moved closer and bowed his head to Wang Yao.

Wang Yao just opened his eyes and blinked, and was startled when he saw Al's approaching face: "What's wrong?"

"Let's go," Al said.

The two continued to walk, letting the rain fall on their heads and shoulders, listening to the sound of the rain.

Back home at night, Wang Yao's clothes were soaked.Ivan looked at the drowned Wang Yao and said with disgust, "Didn't you bring an umbrella?"

"I didn't open an umbrella afterwards." Wang Yao said as he took off his wet clothes. There was a layer of water on his skin, as if he had taken a cold shower.

Ivan threw a towel to him: "Beware of catching a cold!"

Wang Yao said while wiping his body: "It's not that easy, the weather is getting hot now."

"Not everyone is as strong and hardy as I am," said Ivan haughtily.

"Really? Then why did you get sick in winter?" Wang Yao smiled.

Immediately, Ivan couldn't hold back his face. He lay down all night in winter because he was drunk and didn't cover his quilt, and the next day he sneezed, which shocked the people downstairs.

"The situation was special that time, and I usually don't get sick!" Ivan insisted.

"Okay, okay, I believe it!" Wang Yao responded with a smile.

In the middle of the night, Wang Yao had already fallen asleep, and Xiao Fei, who was on the "night shift", was not there, and the yard was quiet.Ivan quietly went downstairs and came to the entrance of the alley, where Torres was already waiting at the appointed time.

"Any news?" Ivan asked.

Torres' face was ugly: "The situation is not very good. I heard from the Japanese servant that the Chinese girl was put under house arrest by Honda Chrysanthemum in an apartment. No one can get close except for the food delivery person once a day."

"Honda Chrysanthemum put her under house arrest?" Ivan felt that something was wrong, "Didn't Honda Chrysanthemum dote on her very much? She seems to be devoted to Honda Chrysanthemum too. Does she need to be placed under house arrest?"

"I don't know the exact situation, but the girl probably fell out of favor. Honda Ju hasn't been to that apartment for many days." Torres said.

"Out of favor?" Ivan was even more puzzled, "Shouldn't a woman out of favor be thrown away?"

"It is said that the Japanese are training a group of young female spies. Some are Japanese, and some are recruited from Manchuria and China. I guess Honda Ju kept the girl for this purpose." Torres analyzed.

A cloud formed on Ivan's forehead, and he asked Torres, "Is there a way to rescue him?"

Torres shook his head: "That apartment is being monitored by Japanese secret agents, and neither Chinese nor foreigners can get close to it. The person who delivered the food was an old North Korean man. He may also be responsible for monitoring the girl."

"Such a mobilization, is it because Wanwan wants to leave Honda but he refuses? Maybe he is devoted to that girl!" Ivan sneered.

"It's hard to say, according to the servants, Honda Ju is very important to this girl, and he kicked his old lover when the girl came, and spoiled the girl like a princess-but the old lover is doing things for him now. said Torres.

"It doesn't sound so normal," Ivan said, rubbing his chin.

Suddenly, a voice came from the shadows: "Are you talking about Wanwan?"

Ivan's face changed, he looked back, Wang Yao's face emerged from the darkness, his expression was very distorted under the light from the windows of the people's houses at the entrance of the alley.

"Is it true?" Wang Yao raised his voice and asked, "Honda Ju locked up Wanwan? Want her to be a spy?" He grabbed Ivan's clothes forcefully: "Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell me! "

"Yao, this is the news I just heard." Ivan grabbed Wang Yao's shoulder to try to calm him down, "Keep your voice down, don't worry, let's find a solution together."

"What else is there to think about? Go save her! Go kill that bastard Honda Ju!" Wang Yao said and was about to run out.

Iwan hugged Wang Yao, ignored his struggle, and said in a rare and severe tone: "Stop making trouble! You are going to die like this, and your sister's life is also on the line!"

"What else can I do? What do you say?!" Wang Yao struggled a few times without moving, and began to break Ivan's fingers.

Iwan grabbed Wang Yao's wrist and held it against his chest: "Yao, listen, Honda Ju can't keep Wanwan locked up, no matter what he wants to do, he will definitely transfer Wanwan out in the end, this is an opportunity. "Ivan is not sure whether what he said will come true, but now he must hold Wang Yao steady.

Wang Yao finally stopped struggling and regained some sense: "Then how do we save her? How do we know when Honda will move to Wanwan?"

"We have eyes and ears." Ivan let go of Wang Yao, and pointed to Torres who was left alone.

Wang Yao looked at Torres through the faint light in other people's windows, and recognized the person in front of him: "Are you a servant of Luther's family? I knew that Luther was not a good person! Did he know that too?"

Torres said: "Mr. Ludwig Beschmidt has nothing. I am Mr. Braginski's loyal partner. You can trust me."

Wang Yao asked in a bad tone: "Then tell me the truth: Is the method Ivan said feasible? Can we rescue Wanwan like this?"

Torres hesitated, but still told the truth: "This is a method, but the premise is that it is useful for Honda Ju to keep Lingmei. We don't know the real purpose of Honda Ju now. If he no longer needs Lingmei, maybe he will directly Killing her and disposing of her, doing it secretly in the apartment is obviously easier than getting people out and killing them."

When Wang Yao heard this, he trembled all over and almost fell into madness again. Ivan hurriedly said: "Yao, Honda Ju didn't intend to kill anyone for the time being. This means that he has other plans. You must calm down!" He glanced at Torres.

"I will continue to watch and report immediately if there is any new situation." Torres said.

"Okay, let's go." Ivan signaled Torres to leave quickly.

Torres disappeared into the night.

Ivan dragged Wang Yao back to the house, but Wang Yao was still restless: "Ivan, is that servant reliable? Wanwan won't be killed, right?"

"Don't worry, this person was a spy before. If he can find Wanwan, he will definitely find a way to save her." Ivan made a promise rashly.

In order to prevent Wang Yao from running out impulsively, Ivan stayed in his room and watched him all night, but both of them stayed up all night.So much so that when Wang Yao went to Luther's house the next afternoon, he had two heavy dark circles under his eyes, which surprised Ferry—fortunately, he could touch up the makeup of the person in the painting.