The Great God of Net Wen was reborn in 1927

Mochizuki Haruko pushed the envelope, which contained a bank check, which was her converted remuneration to Shaoting.

Shao Ting refused to accept it, and she was unwilling to take it back. Finally, Shao Ting said: "All these manuscript remunerations should be donated to those women who live in poverty. I also want to give my heart to help others."

Afterwards, he and Shen Lingjun stayed behind Mochizuki Haruko, who wanted to leave, and invited the girl to have dinner. Probably because she met her idol, Haruko hesitated and decided to stay.

While the three of them were eating, Haruko was awkward and unfamiliar with the two of them, but when talking about novels, Haruko had her own opinions.In addition, Shen Lingjun is also a loyal reader of Qianfengmingyue, so as long as he talks about novels, he seems to have endless things to say. For a while, not only was there no silence at their table, but the atmosphere was very harmonious and happy.

Haruko mentioned: "I am writing a novel myself, and I once thought about writing an excellent work, please comment."

Shao Ting readily agreed: "No problem, I have a lot of time, you can show me the manuscript after you finish writing it, but my level of reading manuscripts may not be very good."

Haruko was very happy, but also a little bit ashamed, it was something she had never said to anyone before."I want to be a novelist too," she whispered.

Shao Ting encouraged her: "Female authors are very common now. Since you can translate novels, your writing must be very good."

"I also want to read the novel written by Haruko."

Amidst the sudden changes in the expressions of Shen Lingjun and Haruko, Saburo Mochizuki said.

He was like a ghost, and the three people present thought at the same time that at some point, maybe it was a coincidence, he also had dinner in Astor today.Maybe it was intentional, and someone had been sent to watch Shaoting or Qingzi long ago. In short, no matter what the situation was, no one at the table welcomed him.

Mochizuki Saburo didn't care, he smiled slightly as if he couldn't understand people's faces, and put his arms on the back of Xu Shaoting's chair who didn't turn his head to look at him from the beginning to the end.

The breath of his words even brushed the young man's hair, so that Shao Ting's complexion became even paler.He felt that this person was like a cold snake, twisted and perverted was the most appropriate description he gave Mochizuki Saburo.

The elder brother in Haruko's story, he thought, probably died when he joined the army and preached serving the emperor all day long.

"Why do you act like you don't welcome me? I also want to have dinner with you." Mochizuki Saburo said with a smile.

"Even Haruko looks at me like a stranger, it really makes my brother sad."

Shen Lingjun looked at him coldly: "The dinner is over, we'd better go home separately, this is the best choice for you and me."

"Hey."

Mochizuki Saburo spread his hands.

His tone was very helpless: "Captain Ryan is so majestic, what are you taking - taking the rights given by your homeland that does not belong to you, and you are very addicted to it, so you are arrogant and self-satisfied, it seems to be protecting you The writer, in fact, is just using the face of a white person to threaten the yellow-skinned military officer who is the builder of the Greater East Asia Common Prosperity Sphere—isn’t it?”

"It's not as good as Captain Mochizuki's hating on people."

Shen Lingjun smiled sarcastically, stood up, and was more than 30 centimeters taller than Saburo Mochizuki, making him look down at this senior officer.

Mochizuki Saburo looked up at him subconsciously, his face distorted unconsciously, then he carefully concealed his self-esteem about his height, and turned to Haruko coldly: "You really let my brother down, I broke the engagement for you, You won't marry because of your experience at the front line, and you are doomed to have an unfortunate life in your husband's house. I was the one who brought you to China, but, Qingzi, you betrayed me."

Without waiting for Qingzi to answer, he changed his expression and said with a smile: "It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day. How about asking Mr. Qianfeng Mingyue to have a small talk with me alone?"

After saying that, Shen Lingjun came over, separated Mochizuki Saburo and Shao Ting, put his hand on the young man's shoulder, and warned very seriously: "Don't let me see you touch him again."

Mochizuki Saburo's smile cracked, revealing a bit of anger, but then, he thought of something that made him very happy, and quickly suppressed this unhappiness.

Looking at Xu Shaoting who got up with Shen Lingjun and was about to leave, he said slowly: "I really just want to chat a few words, for example, Xu Shaoting has been removed from his Chinese nationality by your national government without my consent. A well-known writer of Chinese novels will be a guest of our country, I believe that with the backing of our government, you must—”

Shao Ting stopped in his tracks, his face turned pale in an instant.

"What did you say?" He stopped in his tracks, and this time he fixed his eyes firmly on Mochizuki Saburo.

"I can write better works." Saburo Mochizuki smiled.

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Mochizuki Saburo invited Xu Shaoting to go to a high-end restaurant with private rooms to discuss in detail, but Shen Lingjun refused, and he was never at ease that Shaoting would leave with him alone.The final location was set at the public office of the Bureau of the Ministry of Industry, and the right to use this was a piece of cake for both of them.

Also for Shen Lingjun, it was the only place where he could do his best to stay under Mochizuki Saburo's eyes and ensure Shaoting's safety.

On the way to the Ministry of Industry Bureau until he opened the office, Mochizuki Saburo didn't say a word to Haruko, even so, he didn't stop Haruko from following.

When the four of them were seated, Shen Lingjun and Shaoting sat on one side, and Qingzi sat on the other side alone. Mochizuki Saburo searched around and asked enthusiastically, "Want some tea? I'll ask someone to bring some."

No one answered his words, so he suddenly realized: "Yes, drinking tea at night is not a good habit. If you can't sleep, it's my fault."

Except for Haruko, everyone present wanted to beat him up to relieve the hatred in his heart.

"Don't be so serious. I have done something that makes people happy. If you are like this, I think I have made a big mistake."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Shaoting said.

Facing this person, if possible, I naturally hope that he can die.This person's hands were filled with the blood of many innocent people, obviously he would not feel guilty about it.Therefore, he does not want to have any relationship with this kind of person.

"I don't have extra patience with you. Say what you want to say now." Shao Ting said, "If you continue talking nonsense, I'll leave now."

"The literati are proud." Saburo Mochizuki nodded, "It's really annoying, I want to cut off your fingers."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to be enjoying some movie, and stared at the young novelist with bent eyes and a smile, trying to see the panic and fear that he would show no matter how he tried to hide it.

The result disappointed him. He only saw the cold hatred in those eyes. He had seen such eyes too many times. At first, he was very flustered and horrified, and even reflected that he had committed the crime of murder.

For him who killed an innocent person, this should be a serious crime that he will be punished after going to hell.

But soon, the Emperor was his, their new god.It is no sin for the glory of the emperor, those who were killed, and those who died themselves, died for the glory, which is the highest honor - what a great sacrifice for a life of nothingness and meaninglessness ah.

"You are too superficial, so you can't understand our glory, this is your sin." As if looking at an ignorant child, he smiled tolerantly, "But I will not cut off your fingers, you are a powerful people."

"Your novel has the power to demagogue, but it's just in the wrong direction here."

Mochizuki Saburo had a beautiful illusion on his face, and his tone became agitated: "In this land, no matter how spiritual you write a novel, it is just a mirror image for the people on this territory that is doomed to have no future." ephemeral spirit."

"But my country is different. Your power is for us to use. It only needs a little change and bias in the content of the novel—"

Mochizuki Saburo stared at Shaoting, his smile twisted almost treacherously: "It can change the thinking of those stubborn teenagers and children."

"You asked me to write novels that beautify your country for you." Shaoting was silent.

"First, it's not glorification. Second, you're saving the lives of young kids who won't change their minds."

"Even for this reason, you have put pressure on the national government to remove my nationality?"

Mochizuki Saburo laughed loudly and said: "How can it be said that it is pressure? There are many more people who don't like Qianfengmingyue than I thought. If it weren't for your father's position, it would be faster to remove your nationality. How many days?"

"You, you are a person without a country now." Mochizuki Saburo stood up, opened his arms happily, and made a gesture of hugging, "Come on, you and the other Chinese authors will become honorary professors at the Imperial University of our country. With the rank of captain, we sincerely give those who are capable supreme honor and rights—this really makes me envious, whether it is status or money, or even the successful establishment of the Greater East Asia Prosperity Circle in the future, you will all become great men in history! "

"I don't know my future, how history will be written."

Mochizuki Saburo waited for the little bird who was tempted by the benefits, and saw the boy stand up slowly.

With the determined expression that made him feel dazzling, he was not cold or full of hatred, but as if he had seen it, it was the truth, and said in such a tone:

"However, I can tell you that in the future history, regarding this period of history, not only you will become a notorious war criminal, but even your emperor and your defeated army will become sinners who have been cast aside in history."

"Just take your honor and die on the battlefield."

Mochizuki Saburo looked at him, at the pale young man, and pulled out a very happy smile.

He is like a character on some kind of mural, looking down at all living beings and laughing at him as a mortal.

Mochizuki Saburo also laughed: "You seem to have misunderstood something. I am not inviting you to become a Chinese citizen and write novels for my country."

"I'm just letting you know."

"And you obviously didn't recognize yourself."

"You have no right to refuse at all."

Shaoting refused to say another word to this lunatic.Shen Lingjun said: "I know that you want him to make a decision and decide on a pawn. If I want Shaoting to join the nationality of my country, I will definitely be blocked."

"However, he can't stay here anymore, and there are always other places where he can go." Shen Lingjun put his arms around Shaoting's shoulders.

He also smiled at Saburo Mochizuki, "The world is not yours, don't be so arrogant, otherwise a stumble is destined to happen."

"Then just wait and see." Mochizuki Saburo replied with a smile indifferently.

If what happened tonight, the few people here are separated, maybe it will be the best result tonight.

Many years later, Shaoting will always think of what Ms. Haruko said, if life is a novel, such an ending would be flat——

When the conversation was supposed to end with "Shen Lingjun and Shaoting leaving", Mochizuki Haruko chose to speak up.

This girl who is always reticent and always on the way to apologize seems to have been angry for too long, and the pain and regret that have been suppressed for decades made her tonight. I don’t know which sentence of this conversation touched her .

She also stood up suddenly, and reprimanded her elder brother Saburo Mochizuki in a loud voice: "Brother, do you know how ridiculous your face is when you say you are honoring the emperor—it's ridiculous, like a clown who makes people laugh It's ridiculous, you talk to yourself like a lunatic, you love your emperor so much, then you should take off your clothes and dedicate yourself instead of insulting women in your own country!"

Mochizuki Saburo was stunned, it was the first time in his life that he saw Haruko speak like this.

He even wondered strangely whether Haruko had been possessed by a ghost.

"Aren't I my brother's sister? Are those women who were bullied and even died in large numbers, aren't they the sisters of you soldiers? Even your mother! Your friends!"

Mochizuki Saburo frowned: "Haruko, you are crazy!"

The slender girl took a deep breath.

All the questions will be taken away by the elder brother in the end. From the bottom of his heart, he doesn't feel that it is something that needs to be paid attention to. Maybe it is not worth thinking about what to eat tomorrow morning.

She suddenly felt utterly outraged, and she hadn't been raised to yell for as long as she could remember.

But now, for her own life that should have been dull but ended up in the mud, she uttered the first roar of fate: "You, and your country, should be ashamed of facing me!"

She shouted hysterically: "In addition to robbing other people's lives and other countries' resources, the so-called war has at least the advantage of protecting the people of your own country-but now, you who can't even do this! What can speak of a sacrifice for glory?"

"It's not us who should be insulted, it should be you and your emperor, you should all be crucified and die in the most tragic way to comfort those girls who lost their lives!"

Shen Lingjun and Shao Ting looked at Qingzi, she slowly slumped on the ground, these roars consumed her too much effort.

What was said was not words, but her dripping blood.

Mochizuki Saburo also stared at Haruko, and in the eyes of everyone, he opened the holster on the side of his waist.

Shen Lingjun immediately touched his waist and warned: "Stop your movements!"

"It's just dealing with housework, the two of you can go."

Mochizuki Saburo took out the gun, and threw it in front of Haruko after several glances.He suddenly felt pity again, his sister Haruko, the only relative he identified, was also a woman who was as docile as a lamb waiting to be slaughtered like all the women in their country.

"You have shamed the family, and you are sorry for the dead warriors. If you still have shame, you should kill yourself. Then you will become the hero of the family, not a coward who escaped."

Mochizuki Saburo said so.

He sighed, Haruko picked up the gun tremblingly, and raised the gun towards herself tremblingly.

"Brother, I always miss the summer night in Nagasaki that year."

Mochizuki Saburo said: "There is nothing to miss. What I hate the most is the summer in Nagasaki."

"Brother, don't you remember?" Haruko's eyes were filled with tears, "That summer night, you carried me from dark to dawn in the mountains on your back."

"You call me every few minutes, you say, Qingzi, don't die, you have to live, and you have to live to be 80 years old with your brother before dying together."

Mochizuki Saburo was a little impatient, but he was also touched, as if thinking of that day...remembering that day that he was most afraid of, he prayed to the gods, begging it not to take away his sister, and was even willing to exchange half of his life for her. Haruko's health.

"Get down on your knees and apologize to the Emperor and the dead warriors."

Mochizuki Saburo relented.

"Haruko, then I will forgive you for the mistakes you made today."

"But when I came back from the front line, I just wanted to die. I wanted to see my brother again. That's why I insisted on living with pain in this unfortunate life."

Mochizuki Saburo repeated in a cold voice: "I want you, kneel down and apologize."

"Because I think that in such an unfortunate life, the existence of an older brother is not all unfortunate."

"Every summer I spent with my brother in Nagasaki, I thought, brother, you are the only luck in my life."

Mochizuki Saburo took a fierce breath.

He reprimanded his younger sister irritably: "Stop saying these cowardly words. In those days in Nagasaki, what is the difference between you and me in the weeds that no one cares about at home and in the garden? Those are the pasts that were not valued by father. , not only have I never missed it, I even hate it when you mention Nagasaki!"

"Okay, Haruko." Mochizuki Saburo sneered coldly, "Since you have left Nagasaki, I will guarantee that you will have me in your life, at least you will have no worries about food and clothing."

Mochizuki Saburo probably didn't expect that the next words would be his last voice to this world.

He turned around and said to Shen Lingjun and Xu Shaoting who were paying close attention to Qingzi: "The family scandal, let the two of you watch the fun—"

His eyes widened in disbelief, and the sound of the gun was accompanied by bullets piercing through the heart, causing blood to bloom on his chest.

Even a docile lamb waiting to be slaughtered...will bite?

Compared with the emotion of anger, it was more unbelievable. He turned around and stumbled towards the child he had watched grow up.

Opening his mouth, blood gushed out, but he didn't say what he wanted to say, and he smashed straight to the ground like a stone statue.

Shao Ting was stunned, and took a step forward only to realize that his legs were so weak that Shen Lingjun only had time to hold him in his arms.The crowd who came running because of the gunshots broke open the door, and saw the woman holding the gun in her hand who was obviously shooting, but hugging the dead man.

She kept stroking the man's eyes, mouth, and eyebrows with her hands.

Then he put his face on the face of the dead man, hugging him for a long time, holding him in his arms as if he would never be separated again.