Raiders, Boys' Dream Factory!

The patriotic education week is still going on. After speeches, choruses, movies, and visiting the martyrs' cemetery, the exhausted teachers and students finally ushered in the last stop, visiting the Linshan Military Museum.

It is said to be the Linshan Military Museum, but it is actually just a small museum sponsored by private individuals, displaying various souvenirs from the Linshan Defense War.There is no ticket fee for visiting here, and the daily expenses are all based on volunteers and donations. It has been open for more than 40 years.However, all the students who grew up near the mountain have been led by teachers of all grades from childhood to adulthood more than once, and they have long since lost interest in looking at the collection.The teacher who led the team also understood the mood of the students, and after a few words of confession, they called out to disband and decided to come here for a spring outing.

Zhang Fei was squatting in the corner of the museum, looking at the students running around, feeling that everyone was on the verge of danger—he was unlucky this time, and he was chosen as the team leader by lottery. Don't even want this month's bonus after it's over, so he's naturally worried.

"Teacher, why are you here?" Chang Sheng appeared out of nowhere and squatted beside him.He seemed to have been active just now, his usual pale face was slightly flushed from exercise, and beads of sweat were still hanging down.

"It's not surprising that I'm here, but why are you here?" After the new year, the senior three students will enter the sprint stage of the college entrance examination, let alone the patriotic education week, even if there is a real war, don't count on those senior high school teachers who are red-eyed release their students from the classroom.

"Oh, I just passed the early entrance examination of Linshan University, which has one quota for each school," Changsheng said calmly, "so don't worry about the college entrance examination, it's OK to go directly to school after the summer vacation."

Zhang Fei stared at him for three seconds, then turned his head and felt distressed: "This is a privilege, it's a shady scene! Education is corrupt, people's hearts are lost! Changsheng, Changsheng, I misjudged you!"

"...Teacher, I was ranked third in the city in the last unified examination."

Zhang Fei coughed dryly: "Then what...why are you going to take that exam? If you are third in the city, if you work harder, you might be able to get into Peking University, Tsinghua University or other prestigious schools."

Linshan University is the number one university in Linshan City. It is top-notch in the local area, but it can only be regarded as second-rate in the whole country.Zhang Fei also knew that the early entrance examination was very difficult. Although every high school in the city had a quota, most of those who could get in were unwilling to take it, and those who were willing to take it were not able to get in. It was very tasteless.

"Peking University? A famous school?" Chang Sheng raised his eyes lightly, and the corner of his mouth curled up, "Anyway, I can only work for me when I get out."

Zhang Fei covered his face and turned away - he was attacked, he was attacked inhumanely by the rich second generation flash bomb!

"Anyway, I have to take over my grandfather's class no matter what I do. Linshan University is also good, at least it's close to home, and my grandfather is at ease." Regardless of the broken self-esteem of the people's teachers, Changsheng continued, "And in this way, I can have Half a year off, you can have fun."

"Then why do you still come to school?" Zhang Fei was surprised, "You are not in good health anyway, so you might as well rest at home to avoid accidents..."

"Teacher," Chang Sheng smiled, "You have to know that it's boring to be idle alone, and it's enjoyment to be idle when others are too busy to live."

"...Student Changsheng."

"Ok?"

"What was it that made me think you were a good boy?"

Changsheng grinned, his little white teeth glistening.Just about to open his mouth to sprinkle some salt on Zhang Fei's broken heart, when he turned his eyes, he thought of another problem, couldn't help restraining his badness, and put on a cute smile: "Teacher."

"Huh?" Zhang Fei was weak.

"It's my birthday in a few days, do you want to come?"

Zhang Fei glanced at him: "'I'?"

"...Of course, I welcome you to bring your family members, such as Xiao Fei, and..."

"War Ghost?"

"I welcome him too~"

Zhang Fei hummed twice: "I'll see the situation."

"Teacher, I believe that you will not let your students celebrate their birthdays alone. This will do great harm to the psychology of teenagers..." Changsheng said with earnestness, Zhang Fei curled his lips in disdain, but he remembered this matter in his heart .

While the two were talking, it seemed that the leader of the museum finally couldn't bear the sight of a group of students running around on their own site without paying attention to the exhibits, so they sent a few commentators out.One of the narrators was very eloquent and attracted many people to gather around him.

Zhang Fei was curious, so he couldn't help but leaned over to take a look. At this time, the man was explaining the most eye-catching collection in this museum, a Japanese sword.

Zhang Fei is also familiar with the knife. It is said to be the highest-level trophy seized in that defense battle, and it is now placed in the most conspicuous booth after entering the museum. A few lights are specially added beside it, so that the blade's edge is shone coldly. , looks very eye-catching.

Most of the collections here are not worth seeing, nothing more than some firearms, military uniforms, and some notebooks and kettles to make up the count. It is understandable that the knife can be the protagonist.The narrator was originally explaining other exhibits, but was pulled over by the students, and began to patiently introduce the story of this knife.

"...It was originally the sword of Abeno Koichi, the commander of the Japanese army. Abeno's family is famous in kendo, and this sword was inherited from his ancestors. It is said that it is a real 'Muramasa'."

"Muramasa?"

"Demon Sword Murasa?"

There was a small-scale exclamation among the students. The interrupted commentator didn't think it was disobedient, but just waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet: "During the Linshan defense battle, Abeno Koichi was shot dead by our army, and this knife also became a trophy."

He looked at the "demon knife" behind the glass, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "After the establishment of diplomatic relations between China and Japan, the Abeno family contacted the Linshan government to get back the knife that Abeno Koichi 'lost' when he was 'traveling in China'... ..."

"How can I give it to him!"

"Damn it, it's too beautiful, isn't it?"

"Why!"

This time, the scale of the discussion was bigger, but the narrator did not stop it at all. After the students fell silent after the outbreak, he said: "At that time, the knife was donated to the Linshan Museum by the soldier who captured it. Considering the International influence, the then mayor of Linshan did intend to return it, but..."

He purposely made a long speech to whet the appetite of a group of people: "Before the people from Abeno's family came to pick up the knife, the museum issued a paper for identification."

"Appraisal? Could it be that the knife was appraised as fake, so it is not returned to them?" A student interjected.

"How can we do that? Are we able to do such things as lying and deceiving people?" The commentator looked upright, "I...we just went to the Public Security Bureau. A large amount of human blood remains, which is very likely to be involved in an injury case, so the knife is left 'temporarily' and hopes that the Japanese side will 'assist' in the investigation."

He spread his hands innocently: "To be honest, we also really want to return this 'lost' knife, but it's a pity that they won't cooperate with us afterwards, helpless~"

The students around were silent for a while, and then burst into laughter, which quickly attracted other students. The students who heard the story generously shared the story with others, and soon formed a small circle. Forget about the narrator.

"That's a good speech." When he was resting, Zhang Fei patted his shoulder and gave him a thumbs up.

"Thank you." The narrator smiled when he heard the words. He looks ordinary, but he looks good when he smiles, especially his eyes.His eyes were dark and deep, looking at him, Zhang Fei even had the illusion that he was looking into a deep pool.

It didn't feel very good. Zhang Fei subconsciously staggered his eyes and looked at the commentator.He was wearing the overalls of the museum, which was also the only benefit of working here—if the kind of clothes that couldn’t be sold for ten yuan could be considered a benefit: “Are you a volunteer here?”

"Ah."

"Are you familiar with the exhibits here?" Zhang Fei casually pointed to a tin kettle in the corner, "For example, that one?"

"The water bottle of Jiang Yong, the deputy head of the Linshan Independence Regiment." The commentator did not hesitate, "That water bottle helped him block a bullet once, so there are very clear bullet marks on it."

"Excellent." Zhang Fei looked over and saw the round depression on the kettle, and couldn't help but praise.

"It's nothing." The commentator smiled lightly, but there were some emotions that Zhang Fei couldn't read clearly in his eyes.

The two chatted for a few more words, and someone next to him stopped the commentator: "Xiao Wu, Mr. Lin is here."

Mr. Lin?Zhang Fei followed the voice and looked towards the door, and sure enough, he saw the old man he had seen before.

He was still wearing the military overcoat, and he looked more bloated than when he was on stage, but he looked good, with neatly combed white hair and a ruddy complexion.Now that they were getting closer, Zhang Fei finally saw clearly what he was holding in his arms. It was a bugle with rust spots on it, and it looked like something very old.

After the commentator apologized to Zhang Fei, he ran towards the old man. He seemed to know the old man very well, and they chatted quickly.

"Does that old man come here often?" Zhang Fei curiously asked the person who called the commentator away.

"You mean Mr. Lin? He comes here often, almost every day to report," the man said, "but he mainly talks to Xiao Wu and the curator, and then he looks at the exhibits here."

He wanted to go on talking, his eyes swept towards the entrance of the museum, and a bit of disgust suddenly appeared on his face: "Sorry, I'll go away first."

He ran out quickly, and Zhang Fei subconsciously glanced at the entrance of the museum, with a strange expression on his face.

He read it right, those people who were going to come in were wearing... kimonos?

At the same time, at the entrance of the museum——

The doorman Lao Li looked at the dark car outside the door with disgust. In front of him was the button to open the door. Just press it to make way for the car to pass. Usually, he used Press the button as fast as possible for those who are willing to come here, but today...

Even though the driver of that car had started to honk the horn impatiently, he still sat sullenly and sat firmly, as if he didn't hear anything.

Although he is old, he has good eyesight. Through the windshield of that car, he can see that the people in the car are wearing kimonos.

Japanese clothes.

It's not that Lao Li has never received Japanese guests. Most of them are cautious, with a bit of timidity in their caution.Never before have I dressed in a kimono like a demonstration and visited with such an arrogant attitude.

Be proud, whoever is afraid of whom!

With such an idea in his heart, Lao Li simply turned on the radio and turned up the Beijing opera sound inside, as if competing with the increasingly urgent trumpet sound outside.

The people in the car seemed to have finally realized that no matter how hard they honked, the door would not open. After whispering to each other, the person sitting in the passenger seat opened the door and got out.

He was the only one in that car who was not wearing a kimono, but was wearing a well-crafted suit, with "I'm very expensive" written all over his body, from his tie to his leather shoes, but he was holding a closed fan, which looked nondescript.

He tapped lightly on the window of the reception room with his fan: "Sorry, please open the door, please?"

He speaks Chinese fluently, but it is inevitable that there is a bit of stiffness in his pronunciation, which made Lao Li frown.

So Lao Li simply pretended to be stupid: "Open the door? Sorry, we don't allow cars to enter..."

"But is there a car in the yard?"

"That's a museum car. Only museum cars can enter the yard!" Lao Li said with a businesslike face—in fact, he was right. Only museum cars are allowed to park in the museum yard. This is a rule.But generally speaking, they don't mind if guests want to park. For example, the bus of the school that came to visit today is parked there.

The person in front of the window sighed slightly. He seemed to see Lao Li's unwelcome attitude, so he didn't say anything, just lowered his head and said a word.

A word that Lao Li couldn't understand.

Lao Li raised his head suspiciously, but met the man's eyes.

There was a green light in those eyes.That kind of light seems to be able to take people's souls, Lao Li only felt that his whole body was lightened, and his consciousness disappeared completely.

"Open the door."

"……Yes."