[Sparrow] My years in Shanghai

Nanjing Fengyun 7

Lin Bosheng would not mistake this veil, and naturally he would not let go of the clues left by Liang Qiaorong before his death. He could see the handwriting written by Lin Zhaorong, all thanks to Liang Qiaorong. However, he did not expect to wait until his second The first time he sneaked into the office, there was no small piece of paper. At that time, Jiang Zhen had returned to Nanjing. He intuitively told him that Jiang Zhen and Lin Zhaorong should be inextricably linked, but it was very strange. Based on his observations in the past few days, There was nothing unusual at all, which forced him to take the risk.

The waitress looked at the private room, the gloomy atmosphere kept suppressing her nerves, causing her who was still extremely calm to panic.

And Jiang Zhen knows that in this game, if the three parties do not move, then no one will be able to leave here tonight, someone must jump out, and she and Lin Zhaorong must be able to hold back, otherwise they will be reversed , then the previous plan of putting them to death and then reviving them will come to nothing.

"Mr. Lin, you said that as long as you identify him, you can let me go. Could it be..."

The waitress wanted to break free from Ah Si's grip, but Ah Si's shoulder blades were pressed against her and she couldn't move. She began to panic, staring at Lin Bosheng with tears in her eyes, "Mr. Lin, you must save me, I I'm just a waiter, I don't understand what you're talking about!"

Ah Siyi exerted strength, the waitress was in pain, and stopped talking, everyone in the private room looked at Lin Bosheng together, seeing him blushing at this moment, standing where he was: "Yes, all this is my selfishness Make trouble." He lowered his head, picked up the photos that were thrown on the ground, Shen Meijun was in every corner in front of his eyes, how could Wang Jingwei and Chen Bijun not know his heart for Shen Meijun, when she was assassinated It's just a cover to flirt with Mr. Wang. The real crime is that she is a military commander, and in order not to show her feet, she arrests more people hiding in the dark. But in fact?Meijun is not a military commander, and he has not caught internal spies since then.He was very angry. From the very beginning, he suspected that it was Jiang Zhen, and Chen Bijun should have realized it.

But what about Jiang Zhen?She is very smart, yes, so far, this woman is the most able to take advantage of the situation he has seen, on the contrary, she has more powerful luck, he knows her previous pseudonym is Ye Zi, and the pseudonym at Youth Digest is so matching , is her ancestral home, and the fallen leaves return to their roots. Of course, he also told himself whether he was preconceived or not.But today, Lin Zhaorong's behavior is very suspicious.

Not to mention, his essays are full of secrets. Until two months ago, he seemed to have settled down.However, now all of this seems to have become his groundless speculation, pushing himself into the abyss.

"Firstly, the godfather and godmother value Jiang Zhen more and more, and I don't believe that the United States is a military leader. Moreover, Mr. Lin Zhaorong's promotion has put a lot of pressure on me." Lin Bosheng took off his eyes with one hand, and the other He touched his face with one hand twice, "Godfather, godmother, from Chongqing to Hanoi, and then to Nanjing, I also worked hard for the Nanjing government, and I was obsessed with ghosts."

Chen Bijun frowned. She knew that the godson's thoughts on Shen Meijun were originally intended to lead the red line, but she did not expect that Shen Meijun's identity was such that she also tried to get close to Zhaoming to obtain information. This made her unbearable, and even took some Perjury, in order to let her die.But she didn't expect to have such a big influence on Lin Bosheng.

"Zhao Ming." She looked sideways at Wang Jingwei, who was pursing her lips, and stared at Lin Bosheng coldly.

Wang Wenti pulled Jiang Zhen back to the back, held Jiang Zhen's hand, and stroked her palm with his fingers. He was really scared just now. He was afraid that Jiang Zhen was the traitor, so he had to cut off the relationship with her. The relationship she had built up with great difficulty, now, Lin Bosheng committed suicide by himself, which made him heave a sigh of relief.

Jiang Zhen glanced sideways at the boy who was taller than her, and couldn't help showing a smile. She could feel Wang Wenti's recent feelings about her emotions, and reached out to touch his head. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lin Zhaorong's expression was normal at this time, Meeting her gaze, he slightly moved his brows as a signal to her.Is that her comrade in arms?Will she have comrades in arms here?Her loyalty to the military command is obviously not as firm as the prime minister's loyalty to the Communist Party.

"Wen Ti, have you ever thought that maybe you are staying on campus." Jiang Zhen said casually to Wang Wenti behind her back.

The firecrackers outside were ringing in unison to welcome the new year, 1942.Jiang Zhen thought, how many years are left?She turned her head to look at the bright night scene outside the window, and the light flashed away.

The waitress was taken back to the bureau.

There is no escape from severe torture, otherwise how can I give an explanation for today's situation.But she knew that in the hearts of Chen Bijun and Wang Jingwei, there would be a seed called doubt for her. It was inevitable that her activities would be restricted in the future. After hiding her strength for so long, she did not expect that Lin Bosheng's affection for Shen Meijun would be so loud.

On the early morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, when the sky was bright and clear in Nanjing, she went to Wang's house with a gift box, along with the architectural books that Wang Wenti had asked her to bring along.

The gate of Wang's house was wide open, and what happened last night seemed to have never happened, and it was peaceful.

Chen Bijun asked the servant to take the gift box, with a smile on his face: "Zhenzhen, your uncle is waiting for you in the upstairs study."

"Okay, thank you, Aunt Wang. Happy New Year!" She smiled and saw Wang Wenti standing at the top of the stairs. When she saw her, she was smiling, and then took the book from her hand, showing two rows of white teeth, and said Thanks, run upstairs.

It was the first time she entered Mr. Wang's study.

On the front of the study, there is a majestic and solemn portrait of Sun Yat-sen, and the fragrance of rosewood permeates the heart. Wang Jingwei is sitting on the tea table under the window, and after the second time, the small cup is moved to her.

"You're here, sit down."

Mr. Wang got himself another cup, looked up at her, "I asked you to come to the study today, and I also want to know the situation."

Jiang Zhen took her seat and picked up the purple sand teacup. The fragrance of Longjing tea was refreshing. She lowered her head and took a sip. To be honest, she doesn't know how to taste tea. She knows the fragrance of tea, but she really can't learn the tea ceremony culture: The situation? If I knew, I would not hide it."

Wang Jingwei laughed suddenly, honest and gentle: "Jiang Zhen, you know, sometimes, I think you are really like me when I was young, but you are better than me. You know how to choose and what you want, but I often hesitate I was hesitant even to take the path of the chairman, and it was not until Mr. Bi and the others comforted me that I made up my mind, knowing that I am not the only one fighting on this road." Wang Jingwei paused, looked up Looking out of the window, there are already sparrows sitting on the window sill, chattering non-stop, "Do you know, I was imprisoned in order to keep China, and Mr. Bi was by my side during those desperate times ..."

He babbled about many of those pasts, as if those pasts were floating in front of her eyes, but it was only for a moment, because when she thought of her father, her blood was surging with anger.

"Uncle, is today to share history with me?"

Wang Jingwei laughed lowly: "Of course, not." He stood up abruptly.

Jiang Zhen followed Wang Jingwei's movements of standing up, bending over and leaning forward, and sat rigidly on the same spot, "My patriotism has never been inferior to others. I hope that the motherland will be unified and harmonious more than anyone else. However, Jiang Zhen, anyone who hinders me, The chamber of the gun in my hand is also full of bullets." As his high-spirited voice dropped, he asked easily in an extremely cold tone, "What is your real identity?"