[Sparrow] My years in Shanghai

Nanjing Fengyun 1

Chen Bijun closed the skirt of the black coat with a sable fur collar, then took off the black fur-trimmed gloves in his hand, stepped forward, hugged Jiang Zhen with a smile, and finally leaned into Jiang Zhen's ear, "You're still back, all men are alone So, imagine how you haven’t come to this realization after staying abroad for so many years.”

Before Jiang Zhen could react, Chen Bijun had already let go of Jiang Zhen, lowered his head and put on the gloves, a few strands of curly hair were scattered, and a few white hairs came into Jiang Zhen's eyes.

"Aunt Wang was joking. Nanjing is still my home." Jiang Zhen stood where she was, her eyes fell from Chen Bijun to Mr. Wang, and she smiled, "Uncle, what do you think?"

"Naturally." From the moment he saw Jiang Zhen, Wang Jingwei's heart has been tossed and turned a thousand times, from the original anger to doubt, and now to the present calm, "Jiang Zhen said it very well. Just go home."

All the people present applauded.

Coming to Nanjing this time, she had a strange feeling, internal strife?

Today, I also saw Wang Wenti, the youngest son who was studying at the Central Army Military Academy in Nanjing. Seeing that he had not had time to change his school uniform in the future, when he saw her, he turned his head and talked with his Wang Wenxing. Looking at her from time to time, since his mother told him that Jiang Zhen is his god-sister, because she once saved his father's life, it's not that there are no women who lean on his father these years, and he feels that Jiang Zhen is no exception .Coming back now must be a conspiracy.

Jiang Zhen didn't know that Wang Wenti's heart was so complicated, she just nodded to them.

"Zhenzhen, I have already sent a telegram to me about the matters in Shanghai." Wang Jingwei put his hands on his back at this time, his head turned to one side, and his eyes were drooping. "It's good that you are not injured. When will you be able to go to work?"

Based on Mr. Wang's words, everyone looked at her curiously, and Jiang Zhen raised the corner of her mouth slightly: "It is thanks to my uncle's subordinates who arrived in time that I was able to escape." Seeing this, everyone understood.

"No wonder, the efficiency of the Shanghai Secret Service Headquarters is pretty good. I heard that a leader of the Communist Party was arrested this time?"

"Yes." Jiang Zhen's eyes fell on the man who spoke, his mustache trembled with the movement of his lips, an inexplicable sense of joy, but Jiang Zhen caught a fleeting moment in his eyes. With a sharp expression, she lowered her eyelids and looked down at the damp shoes, "You are really well informed."

"Miss Jiang, thanks for the prize. After all, I'm from the Propaganda Department."

He squeezed out from the crowd and stretched out his left hand, "My humble Lin Zhaorong, the word Chenglin."

Jiang Zhen was stunned for a moment, then stretched out her right hand with a natural expression, gently pressed against his half palm, grasped it gracefully, and released it at random: "It's a pleasure to meet you. Please advise me more in the future."

Until Lin Bosheng walked in front of her with a haggard face and told her to look for him on the right side outside the mourning hall in 5 minutes, Jiang Zhen frowned and walked to Chen Bijun's side, Nanjing's political|political situation was not very good.

Unexpectedly, Hideki Tojo and other Japanese would also come to the memorial service of the Propaganda Department, which greatly exceeded Jiang Zhen's expectations.

The funeral music sounded, and the surroundings fell into silence. On the contrary, Liang Qiaorong's wife suddenly knelt down on the ground, leaning on the coffin with her hands, and wept bitterly. Jiang Zhen glanced at the posthumous photo hanging in front of the mourning hall. During her absence in Nanjing for a year, How many people have been changed internally, she doesn't have this person at all in her memory.

The moment she walked out of the mourning hall after offering three sticks of incense, she turned right and walked no less than tens of meters. Behind her, a figure followed her closely, and she didn't care much.

Lin Bosheng frowned when he heard the noise, and walked towards her quickly. When he spoke, he suddenly froze: "Do you know that someone is following you?"

"What?" Jiang Zhen asked loudly, "Mr. Lin, Mr. Liang Qiaorong's position is the deputy writer of the Propaganda Department. Now I will take over for him?"

She saw that Lin Bosheng frowned and stared at her very puzzled, but she also understood what she said. The first half of the sentence was answering her, and the second half was the beginning. For a moment, he raised the corners of his mouth. I expected that Jiang Zhen is not a beautiful gentleman, so she would not be so indulgent, and even she can beat you up.

"Yes. The internal affairs of the Propaganda Department have been settled." Lin Bosheng tilted his head, seeing that the man hadn't moved, and said in a low voice, very fast, "Believe it or not, you are being targeted. Be careful." Then, the moment Jiang Zhen came back to his senses, "Mr. Wang said, how many days are you planning to take a rest?"

"I don't know! I hope it can last indefinitely, but unfortunately it's impossible." Jiang Zhen frowned, staring at the unshaven Lin Bosheng, "The day after tomorrow."

When the two parted, Jiang Zhen turned around and went back the same way. There was no one around the corner, and the ground was very clean, but because of this, she saw the button on the ground, bent down to pick it up, and blew it into her mouth. The mist instantly covered the surface of the army green button, and the thumb wiped the surface of the button, Wang Wenti couldn't hold back.

She put the buttons into her pocket, and saw that Mr. Wang and the others were already at the gate. Chen Bijun was holding Wang Jingwei's arm, saying something to Liang Qiaorong's wife. She glanced at Jiang Zhen and then retracted. She stepped forward and patted her. The back of the woman's hand turned back to Wang Jingwei's side.

"Mrs. Liang, please take care of Mr. Liang's sudden passing." Jiang Zhen bowed to Mrs. Liang, and Mrs. Liang smiled at her with the corners of her mouth pulled.

"Thank you, Miss Jiang."

According to the usual practice, Jiang Zhen walked to Wang Wenti's side and saw him leaning back, and she turned her head to Chen Bijun and said, "Aunt Wang, uncle, just now Mr. Lin said something to me in private. haggard."

"Yes, Bo Sheng has worked hard recently." Chen Bijun looked up at Wang Jingwei, "Is it? Zhao Ming?"

"Of course. Mr. Liang's unfortunate death has had a profound impact on the government. Mrs. Liang, don't take care of your health. We will remember Mr. Liang's contribution."

Wang Jingwei's words touched Mrs. Liang's tears. At this moment, she kept pinching her handkerchief and wiping her tears: "Thank you, Mr. Wang, Mrs. Wang."

***

In Wang Zhai, the evergreen tree in front of the door is much taller. Jiang Zhen walked at the end, looking at Wang Wenti in front of her, who hadn’t realized that she was missing a button. Jiang Zhen put her hands in her pockets, and her index finger The thumb turned the button over and over again.

Chen Bijun entered the door, took off his coat, then took off his gloves, and handed it to the servants: "I'm going up to rest, you can do your own thing. It's too cold." Then Wang Jingwei went upstairs to the study room, leaving only a few of Mr. Wang's children.

"Brother, Meng Heng and I will go up first."

"Yes." Wang Wenying glanced at Wenxing and his wife, and then at Jiang Zhen, "Sister Zhen."

"Brother Wenying, go and rest first. I'm going back to my residence later. I haven't been back for a long time. I want to say a few words to Wen Ti."

Wang Wenying nodded, and turned to hold the escalator to go upstairs, her eyes were getting colder. Today, the political differences between mother and father seem to be getting bigger and bigger, and recalling Jiang Zhen, I don’t know how the situation will change. To be honest, He was a little worried. In his mind, no matter what Japan's countermeasures were, they only needed to do their own thing well, so why there were so many problems.

In the hall, Wang Wenti was a little impatient, frowned, and asked Jiang Zhen in a bad tone: "What, tell me what's up?"

"Are you really studying in a military academy?" Jiang Zhen didn't care about her emotions, the hand holding the button had already stretched out of her pocket, and opened her palm to him, "Your?"

Wang Wenti looked down at the front of the shirt with a red face, and it was true that a button was missing, and the one in Jiang Zhen's hand was his, and the stalking was discovered.

He snatched it away: "It's mine, so what! Don't think that I won't tell my parents, Lin Bosheng has never been safe since Shen Meijun's death. Ah, what are you doing!"

"Wake you up." Jiang Zhen stared at Wang Wenti, and it was difficult to find his unique military temperament. "Sure enough, Wang Wenti is not suitable for being a soldier. Whether you tell Aunt Wang or Uncle, someone will kill me anyway. .”

Jiang Zhen took the glove from the servant who was walking towards her, knowing that Mr. Wang must have given it to her, she quickly put it on her hand, and walked out of the gate of Wang's house, pretending not to hear Wang Wenti's voice, in the evergreen tree stopped before.

It's going to be windy in Nanjing.

"Miss Jiang, do you have time? Can we chat?"

When Jiang Zhen heard this, she looked at the person who was slowly walking towards her.