[The Pretender Lou Cheng] Non-public Notes

1937年8月13日淞沪会战爆发，至1937年11月12日上海沦陷，淞沪会战结束。

In 1939, Hong Kong.

"Sir, we have to go. Immediately." Mingcheng pushed open the door of the coffee shop, walked straight to Minglou, bowed, and told Minglou with the tacit understanding between the two that he had completed targeting Harada Kumaji The assassination, now, they should leave.

"It's a pity. It's been a long time since I had such a happy conversation with a girl." Minglou glanced at him, then turned his gaze back to show a gentle smile to the beautiful lady sitting opposite him.

Mingcheng also laughed, looked at the girl who couldn't take his eyes off Minglou, and hinted, "Such a happy conversation can continue next time we meet."

"It's a pity, the wartime situation is so bad, and the people around you are always so rude." Minglou stood up and raised his arms slightly so that Mingcheng could put on the woolen coat for him. He put on the scarf and turned to the girl. Nodding goodbye, "Goodbye."

Before the blond-haired and blue-eyed girl could utter words to persuade her to stay, the two equally tall and handsome men had already drifted away from her sight.She stood there and watched Minglou and Mingcheng's leaving backs, unable to recover for a long time.

Mingcheng walked to the door of the coffee shop first, and opened the door for him.

The private car was parked on the side of the street in front of the coffee shop. The two walked out of the coffee shop one after the other. Minglou stopped in front of the back seat door and waited for Mingcheng to open the car door for him. When Minglou sat in, Mingcheng closed it. The door just entered the driver's seat.

Minglou checked the briefcase of Harada Kumaji that Mingcheng had brought from the back seat, "Nice job."

Mingcheng looked up at the rearview mirror, and responded by giving Minglou the same smile.

"After returning to Shanghai, the situation will be different from the current situation. From today on, you are not allowed to make private decisions when you encounter problems. Unless you are faced with a life-or-death choice." Minglou instructed Mingcheng in a low voice.

"Yes."

"If you continue to act recklessly like you did in Paris, I will punish you." Minglou put away the documents in his hand and leaned back into the leather chair.

"Punish me for what?" Mingcheng smiled nonchalantly and met Shangminglou's eyes through the rearview mirror.

"What do you think?" Minglou raised one corner of his lips, and asked Mingcheng with a smile.

Mingcheng looked at Minglou's sly gaze, slandered a few words, and cleverly changed the subject, "Mingtai's flight to Hong Kong is at 11:12 am, and we fly to Shanghai at [-]:[-] noon."

Minglou glanced at his watch. It was 11 minutes before 13 o'clock. "At this time, he should have already boarded the plane."

Looking at Minglou's slightly frowning brows, he knew that he was worried about the young master of the family again, "Brother, Mingtai is smart and sensible, you can rest assured."

"He's smart and sensible, but he's just too restless. I hope he can calm down and study hard when he arrives at the University of Hong Kong." Thinking of Mingtai, Minglou couldn't help but sigh, and closed his eyes to rest.

Mingcheng smiled, stopped talking, and concentrated on driving.

When we arrived at the airport, the formalities and security checks went smoothly. With Mingcheng present, Minglou didn't need to worry about these things.

In the plane, on the front row of the special seat, Minglou sat near the window, Mingcheng sat outside him, next to the aisle, there was no one in front or behind, and the guards lined up in the middle of the cabin, separated by a few rows of empty seats .

"Gentlemen, what would you like to drink?" The stewardess pushed the dining car over and asked.

Mingcheng, who was sitting on the outside, raised his head and said to the stewardess, "Two cups of coffee, thank you." Minglou and Mingcheng had been abroad for a long time, and they drank more coffee than tea.

Ming Lou suddenly raised his hand to stop him, "Give him a glass of red wine, thank you."

Mingcheng turned his head to look at Minglou strangely, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Brother, I have to drive after getting off the plane, so I can't drink."

Ming Lou just shook his head at him, ignored his objection, smiled and nodded to the stewardess to do as he said.

The stewardess also knew a lot of people, so she could see that Minglou was the one with the high position, and respectfully poured a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon to Mingcheng.

When the stewardess left, Minglou took the blanket at hand and covered Mingcheng, "Red wine helps you sleep, drink a little and sleep for a while. We still have a few hours to arrive in Shanghai, and you will be busy when we arrive in Shanghai."

Minglou picked up the "Crusader Knight" that he carried with him and quietly flipped through it. Mingcheng was wrapped in a blanket and leaned against Minglou's neck with his head tilted.He rubbed against each other, his soft hair made Minglou itch, Minglou slapped his thigh, "Be honest."

"It's like when I was a child." These days, because of the assassination against Harada Kumaji and the preparations for returning to Shanghai, the two of them didn't sleep much. Now that they closed their eyes, Mingcheng's drowsiness came like a flood.

Thinking of what will happen after returning to Shanghai, this may be the last time I can relax freely, both Minglou and Mingcheng cherish it with some reluctance.

"Nonsense." Minglou laughed lowly, and whispered, "When you were young, you were always nestled in my arms and insisted that I hug you to sleep."

Mingcheng glanced at him in a daze, and finally fell asleep gradually.

After Minglou took over the position of Chief Financial Advisor of the Economic Department of the new government, he set up his office above the Shanghai Municipal Government Office.After Mingcheng took care of all the affairs in the office, he was free to make a cup of coffee for Minglou.

"Go ahead." Mingcheng walked in with a cup of coffee, and the three secretaries standing at Minglou's desk ordered them to leave.

Mingcheng handed over the coffee, turned around and saw the three people walk out of the room and closed the door before asking Minglou in a low voice, "Brother, do you want to deal with the documents first?"

Minglou took a sip of coffee, shook his head, "No, prepare the car, I'm going out."

"where to?"

"number 76."

No. 76, Guisfield Road, Huxi, Shanghai, is the headquarters of the secret service committee.

"Oh~" Mingcheng teased with a long ending, "Old lover."

Minglou made a ferocious expression, stretched out his hand and touched the tip of Mingcheng's nose heavily, "It's not big or small."

The so-called old lover is Wang Manchun, Director of the Intelligence Department of the No. 76 Secret Service Committee, and the niece of Minglou's teacher Wang Fuqu.

The meeting with Wang's family went smoothly, but seeing the young junior sister who was once arrogant and coquettish now become bloodthirsty and cruel, Ming Lou also had mixed feelings in his heart, but he unconsciously felt that it was better this way.

Back in the living room of the government office, Mingcheng took two goblets from the cabinet, poured red wine and handed them to Minglou, and the two slowly walked from the other side of the room to the window.

"Since yesterday, Wang Manchun has sent people to follow us. I don't think she's nostalgic, but suspicious." Mingcheng raised his glass, took a sip, and said in a low voice.

"When I saw her this time, I felt a sense of relief. I think it was because I was entangled in the old love all the time, but I didn't realize that this person had become an executioner, and there was a bloody smell all over her body." Ming Lou said in He stopped by the window and looked out the window thoughtfully, Mingcheng took a step forward and turned to stand opposite him.

The two discussed the situation in Shanghai while tasting wine.

"The struggle situation in Shanghai is far more serious than I imagined. In order to deal with them, we need to become stronger and stronger."

The more serious struggle situation than imagined, doomed himself and his elder brother to have a more difficult life in Shanghai. Thinking of the prospect of being shrouded in thick clouds, Mingcheng was not sure, but looking at Minglou's frown, Mingcheng still plucked up his confidence, raised his glass and said, "As long as you can defeat the enemy."

"As long as we can win." Minglou came back to his senses, and showed Mingcheng a reassuring smile.

There was a crisp sound when the wine glasses of the two collided lightly, and Minglou couldn't help but be thankful that at least Mingcheng was by his side to support him no matter what time it was.All the eyes he looks out will be accepted by another pair of gentle eyes.

Minglou raised his head and took a sip of the red wine in the glass, looked at Mingcheng in front of him with the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and got a gentle smile as usual.

——Fortunately, I have you.

——I will accompany you.