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"Puppet Manchukuo? Cough cough..." Su Canghai's health was getting worse and worse. Since he was injured last time, he had been suffering from coughing, and no matter how he treated it, he couldn't get better.

Chen Jincheng nodded: "The Japanese really think they have found a man of Manchurian descent."

"It's okay, if the Nanjing government doesn't take care of it, we can't do it either." Su Canghai waved his hand, "Cheng'er, I'm getting old."

Su Canghai looked at the new green leaves outside the window. Only he knew what his physical condition was.

Although he looked energetic on the surface, but...he looked at his trembling right hand on the seat.He can't hold a gun anymore. What's the difference between a soldier who can't hold a gun and a cripple?

"New leaves have grown, where did the old leaves go?" Su Canghai seemed to be talking to Chen Jincheng, but also to himself.

Chen Jincheng didn't bother him, bowed, opened the door and went out.

Su Luo has been waiting outside the door, Zhou Yueluo was not making any noise, and unexpectedly waited quietly with her mother at the door.

Chen Jincheng smiled, squatted down and held Zhou Yueluo's little hand: "Yueyue, shall we go see grandpa next time?"

"Okay." Zhou Yueluo's voice was childish, with an ending.

Chen Jincheng pinched her little cheek with the other hand: "Then Yueyue will go play by herself first, uncle wants to talk to mom about something, is that okay?"

Zhou Yueluo looked at Su Luo, and reluctantly walked towards the stairs.

Su Luo watched her daughter go downstairs, and the smile on Chen Jincheng's face also disappeared.

She asked, "My father...is he dying soon?"

"The old man is in good spirits, don't curse him." Chen Jincheng gave Su Luo a white look, "I want to go back to the Chen family."

"You still want to ask my opinion when you return to Chen's house?" Su Luo didn't believe it, "Didn't you just leave?"

"I don't know...should I reply." Chen Jincheng said hesitantly.

"What should I do or not? You are still Uncle Chen's son." Su Luo counted the time, "It's been 19 years, it's good to see Jinyu."

Chen Jincheng nodded. Hearing the news of the establishment of the Puppet Manchukuo, he had a vague premonition.

He wanted to go home once. After all, whether he could go back in the future, or whether he would have that home was still unknown.

"Mr. Guan, why didn't Chen Junzuo come to listen to your lecture?" Chen Jincheng hadn't come for three days, and all the students who attended the class came to ask him.

"Are you here to listen to my lecture, or to see Chen Junzuo?" Guan Zhizhou said with a straight face.

These students are not a few years younger than him. They call him a teacher on weekdays, but they treat him as a brother in private, and say what they want.

The female student stuck out her tongue: "Of course I'm listening to your lecture."

Guan Zhizhou glanced at the door, no one leaned there to shade the sun, he felt that the classroom was much brighter.

He opened the book and cleared his throat: "The article we are studying today is called "The Last Lesson". The author of the last lesson is Alphonse Daudet, a Frenchman. After the Franco-Prussian War, France was defeated. Everyone knows that Afterwards, they had to cede land and pay compensation, and the ceded-out territory was not allowed to speak their native French, but to speak German—so their French teacher, amidst the sound of Prussian soldiers' drills, gave his students the last French lesson .”

I couldn't find this article in the books, so I relied on Guan Zhizhou himself to explain it.

So the students listened carefully—in fact, no matter what Guan Zhizhou said, they all listened carefully.

Guan Zhizhou reproduced the scene of the last lesson at that time as if telling a story.

After listening to it, the students were full of enthusiasm like Teacher Han Maier: "Long live China!"

He glanced outside: "Shouting so loudly, people who don't know will think what we are doing."

The content of today's morning paper is that Puyi became the emperor of the puppet Manchukuo in Changchun.

Guan Zhizhou didn't know if his students had the habit of reading newspapers, at least he did.

The church school will buy the newspaper of the day every morning for students and teachers to read.

Guan Zhizhou wrote three words on the blackboard, "China" and "People".

"People, with one stroke and one stroke, stand upright, unyielding, and backbone."

"China, stroke by stroke, is faith."

The students followed him and read: "China, stroke by stroke, is faith."

Guan Zhizhou glanced at the door subconsciously, but that person did not appear.

After Chen Jincheng arrived in Nanjing City, he was not in a hurry to go to Chen's house, he went to Gu Shan's former home according to his memory.

Gu Ci has already sold the house, and took his wife to his hometown.

The new resident didn't know Chen Jincheng. A young girl opened the door and asked him, "Who are you looking for?"

Chen Jincheng looked at the unfamiliar face in front of him, and withdrew his hand knocking on the door: "Sorry, I knocked on the wrong door."

The little girl closed the door, and a woman's voice asked her, "Niuer, who is it?"

"I don't know, crazy, I knocked on the wrong door."

Chen Jincheng let out a long sigh of relief.

He moved to Chen's house step by step, as if it took all his energy.

When he reached the steps, he didn't knock on the door, but looked at the two lion statues at the door.

The stone statue is weather-beaten, and the lion that opened its mouth is missing a tooth.

It was already noon when he arrived in Nanjing City, and now the sun was setting, but he didn't feel hungry, so he just stood there and waited until someone opened the door.

The servant looked at the familiar person at the door, but couldn't remember who it was, so he ran back and called Yang Xiaoyun: "Ma'am, there is a person standing at the door, who has not left, why don't you go out and have a look?"

Yang Xiaoyun was supported and walked to the door. As soon as she saw the figure from behind, tears flowed uncontrollably: "Chengcheng, are you back?"

Chen Jincheng turned around, looked at the much older Yang Xiaoyun, and nodded, "I'm back, Aunt Yang."

Yang Xiaoyun took him to sit on a chair to reminisce about the past, and sent someone to call the young lady back to her natal home.

Chen Jinyu married another merchant and gave birth to a son, who is now ten years old and looks very similar to Jinyu.

After Chen Junyan grew up, he was also dragged by Chen Jinsong to learn this and that in the Chamber of Commerce. In Chen Jinsong's words, he could barely take over his class.

Chen Junlin went to the Nanjing government to become a minor official, and Yang Xiaoyun let him go.

"Nanjing government? In Jiang..." He originally wanted to call Jiang Zhongzheng by his name, but changed his words, "Do things under the Generalissimo?"

"It seems to be, I don't know much about these things." Yang Xiaoyun is old and can't control it anymore, and she doesn't plan to control it anymore.

"Are the two of them married?" Chen Jincheng asked.

"Junlin didn't, and I don't know if it's because all of you who lead soldiers and fight are of the same virtue." Yang Xiaoyun blamed.

Chen Jincheng didn't speak.

But after Yang Xiaoyun finished speaking, she realized that she had said the wrong thing: "Aunt Yang didn't mean it, it's just..."

"It's okay, Aunt Yang." The expression on Chen Jincheng's face remained unchanged, "It's all over."

The matter of Gu Shan is also a knot in Yang Xiaoyun's heart.

If she had been able to stop Chen Jin from letting go, wouldn't the two children have become like this?

After Chen Jinyu came back, the family had a rare reunion dinner together.

"Brother, are you coming back for Mid-Autumn Festival?" Chen Jinyu asked him after eating.

Chen Jincheng usually likes to tease Zhou Yueluo, and now he is teasing Chen Jinyu's child.

"Jing'er, uncle." Chen Jinyu said.

"Uncle." Yuan Jing yelled very quickly, "Are you my uncle who is very powerful in the army?"

His eyes were full of admiration: "Uncle, can you teach me how to use a gun? Uncle doesn't even teach me."

"Okay." Saying that, Chen Jincheng took out his usual gun from his waist.

"This is... 45□□?" Chen Junlin said.

"En." Chen Jincheng answered him.

He put the safety on to prevent the child from accidentally injuring someone, then grabbed Yuan Jing's hand and taught him how to pull the trigger and aim.

Yuan Jing learned quickly, and Chen Jincheng patted his head: "There is a future."

Chen Jinyu asked Chen Jincheng to put away the gun: "Don't teach children badly."

"Can't you really shoot?" Yuan Jing watched Chen Jincheng put the gun back again, still thinking.

"No." Chen Jinyu said sternly.

At night, Chen Jincheng was lying on his bed, and Yang Xiaoyun sent someone to clean it up for him overnight, because it was cleaned every week, and there was not much dust, mainly to change the quilt and mattress.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk".

"Who?"

"I, Junlin."

Chen Jincheng got out of bed and opened the door for Chen Junlin.

In fact, if Chen Junlin didn't come to look for him, he would find time to look for Chen Junlin.

After all, his nominal younger brother is in the Nanjing government.

"Brother, do you know that the Nanjing government wants to cut off your power?"

"I know." Chen Jincheng asked Chen Junlin to sit anywhere, and he lay back on the bed.

"Then you still come to Nanjing City, and you are not afraid of leaking the news and arresting you?" Chen Junlin asked.

"He didn't dare to arrest him directly. There are not many people in our military and political department, but it is faster to directly kill him in Nanjing City than to send his troops back to rescue him."

This is indeed the case. The Nanjing government does not have many troops, and most of them are used to suppress the forces in other provinces, such as the Fujian People's Government some time ago.

It is true that he transferred troops from Shanghai to Nanjing faster than transferring troops from other places.

"Brother, do you know the recent movements of the communist army?"

"Did you come here to collect information from me?" Chen Jincheng couldn't laugh or cry.

The Kuomintang and the Communist Party are incompatible, this is something they all know.

If the world's affairs are united for benefit, they will also be separated for benefit.This is a truth that the ancients knew. Now that people have read so many books, it is not possible that they do not even know this simple and easy-to-understand truth, right?

The communist army is indeed ready to move recently, but the national army is waiting to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

After all, the Japanese army can't threaten them now, but it will be a long time... who knows.

"Is intelligence still useless? I believe that I know what you know, but you may not know what I know." Chen Junlin raised his eyebrows.

"What do you want me to do for you?" Chen Jincheng twitched his lips.

"Nothing, I'm just telling you one thing."

Chen Junlin took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Chen Jincheng.

Chen Jincheng opened it, and there were only two words on the paper - Suppress the Communist Party.

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Today's plot is considered a transition, so the timeline will run faster hahahaha