chaotic world

Du Yunfeng rented a house in the name of recuperation, Nanjing had nothing to do with him, and the Nanjing government quickly figured out that it was ten thousand times better for such a person to stay in Shanghai than to go back to Changsha and Chongqing.

Although Zhou Lan felt awkward, the house on the street did not belong to his family, so he really didn't care about it.

Seeing that the New Year was coming, the servants of Zhou's family started to buy New Year's goods according to their husband's orders. The money for the New Year's goods had just been paid in advance the day before, and before they had time to go to the market the next day, Mr. Du from across the street came.

There are two cars behind, which are full of new year's goods.

"Uncle, uncle, are you at home?" Du Yunfeng was afraid that Zhou Lan would stop him, so he shouted at the top of his voice when he entered the door. For the sake of the dumb uncle, Zhou Lan must not let him in, right?

He came under the banner of visiting the elders, Zhou Lan gritted his teeth, but he had no choice but to accompany him with a wake-up call in his heart.

Du Yunfeng came in, followed by his group of guards snoring, all of them disappeared, some sent fresh shrimps to the kitchen, some sent candy and chocolate snacks to the living room, and a soldier almost ran upstairs to deliver new bedding. Lan was reprimanded.

Turning his head again, Du Yunfeng was gone again. Zhou Lan looked around and saw the stairs between the second and third floors passing by the corner of his clothes, and this guy had already jumped up.

Zhou Lan's legs and feet were inconvenient, so he hurried up to follow, and when he caught up, everyone had already reached the attic on the fourth floor.

The layout of the fourth floor is very simple, smaller than that of the downstairs floors. Except for a large bedroom and a narrow storage room, the entire large attic outside is Zhou Lan's study. A large desk and a long It is wide and has a corner like a bar. Except for the towering bookshelves, the wall is decorated with wood grain. A four-pane window is opened in the south-facing position, and the morning sun just shines in. The entire empty attic is like a simple and simple room. Huge log cabin.

"Why did you come up?" Zhou Lan climbed to the last step, "Follow me down."

Du Yunfeng ignored him and looked at the wooden house. He felt that this was Zhou Lan's style, and even the calligraphy and paintings on the walls were similar to Zhou's.

"Is this your study?"

"Don't look, go down quickly." Zhou Lan urged.

"Since it's your study, then... this should be your bedroom?" Du Yunfeng was tall and tall, and Zhou Lan, who had bad legs and feet, couldn't stop him, and watched helplessly as he pushed open the bedroom door.

Then a scream came unexpectedly, followed by a warm musty smell.

Du Yunfeng thumped in his heart, screaming inwardly that it was terrible, and forgot about it in a moment of complacency.

He just glanced at it and was already impressed.

The disheveled woman had a haggard face, her hands were as thin as claws, and they were abnormally bent. At this moment, she was pulling her hair in pain, curled up under the bed, and stared at Du Yunfeng with fear.

Zhou Lan let go of Du Yunfeng, ran into the house quickly, dropped her crutches and knelt on the ground, dragging the woman into her arms.

"Xiaomei, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here, no one dares to bully you." As he spoke, he tried to pull away the hand that was pulling his hair.

Du Yunfeng did not expect this kind of situation, he stepped forward and tried to explain: "Shumei, don't you remember me? I am..."

"Ah...ah..."

The woman yelled frantically, shaking like chaff all over her body, as if a great fear was about to swallow her up and destroy her.

"Xiaomei!" Zhou Lan squeezed the woman's chin, forcing her to raise her head, "Look at me, I'm here."

But the woman raised her head at the same time as her eyes—she rolled her eyes with horror, and her body tensed up.

"What are you doing in a daze, why don't you go get a doctor?" Zhou Lan yelled, putting her hand into Shumei's mouth at the same time.

When Du Yunfeng brought the doctor from Zhou's family by flying car, Shumei was already unconscious, and Zhou Lan's fingers were bloody from being bitten.

Doctors replaced his fingers with gauze to prevent the twitching Shumei from biting off her own tongue.

The doctor administered a sedative and performed a simple examination to confirm that Shumei was not injured and everything was in order before taking out gauze to bandage Zhou Lan.

But Du Yunfeng immediately came over and grabbed the gauze, "I'll do it," he said.

"No need," Zhou Lan was the first to object.

But it was useless to object, because the doctor didn't agree with it, and it was also useless. Du Yunfeng's soldiers "invited" him to go downstairs.

The tweezers held the alcohol cotton and smoothed the wound little by little. Du Yunfeng carefully treated the wound while quietly raising his eyes to look at Zhou Lan.

I saw that the other party's expression was tingling, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes showed impatience.

"I'm sorry." Du Yunfeng said with his head down. He squeezed Zhou Lan's fingers with one hand and sprinkled the powder with the other. "I didn't expect it to be so serious."

"You are so frightened, Xiaomei, you don't need to say sorry to me." Zhou Lan frowned, raised her other hand and pinched the center of her brow anxiously.

"Of course I didn't tell you." Du Yunfeng looked calm, but his voice was full of apology. "I don't need to say 'sorry' between you and me, but I can't tell Shumei face to face. She is very afraid of me."

"She is afraid of all men, except me." Zhou Lan sighed, and said meaningfully, "Thinking about how sorry I was for her before, she is crazy, and she still recognizes me and trusts me, how could I Can you let her down again?"

"If you don't let me down, do you want to include yourself?" Du Yunfeng tied the gauze and held the injured hand without letting go.

"Is there anything else I can give her? Does she need anything else?" Zhou Lan asked back, trying to withdraw her hand.

Du Yunfeng didn't let it go, he held it tightly.

"Do you give others what they need? What about me? What do I need?" he asked.

Zhou Lan avoided this topic very much, unwilling to continue with him, so she whispered, "Let go."

Du Yunfeng didn't let him go, he got closer and pulled him into his arms.

"This is my house, don't go too far." Zhou Lan pushed him, and after getting a little space, he turned and left.

Du Yunfeng followed closely, blocked him at the door of the storage room, pushed the door open to crowd people in, and he closed the door with his backhand.

"Don't shout, little Mu'an," he said, "Why do you always want to hide from me? You are not afraid of anything, not afraid of death, not afraid of the Japanese, and even dare to marry someone you don't like. What are you afraid of me? You Tell me, what are you hiding from?"

The storage room was very small, full of bundled books, Zhou Lan was unsteady on his legs and feet, so he leaned back on a pile of sundries, and a few books were scattered under his feet.

"Du Yunfeng, what are you going to do?" Zhou Lan's voice was not high, but she was struggling. Apart from the servants downstairs, there was the dumb uncle who was bedridden, the young Xiaobao, and Du Yunfeng's soldiers.

"Look into my eyes, tell me, what are you hiding?" Du Yunfeng pushed away the opponent's hand, and he leaned forward, chest to chest, belly to belly, face to face, he breathed hot air, he wanted to get close to him, swallowed him.

Zhou Lan was suppressed by him and couldn't move at all, so he met his eyes, and he looked at Du Yunfeng with a painful expression: "Are you going to force it?"

With Du Yunfeng's nature, this is indeed the plan.

Moreover, Zhou Lan is also a normal man, and Shumei's physical condition obviously cannot allow him to vent.

"Can't you?" he asked, "Which one don't you want?"

Zhou Lan closed her eyes in pain, and Du Yunfeng felt that the opponent's hand lost strength.

Is this what you mean by doing what you want?

Zhou Lan said softly: "I have no soldiers and no power now. If the fourth brother is still there, even if he is the only guard, you will not be able to enter the door today. Du Yunfeng, hurry up if you want to do it. I don't want Xiaobao to know."

Du Yunfeng felt a chill in his heart, knowing that his way of expression was wrong again.He suddenly remembered that He Si had told him

——"Mu An is by my side, you created it yourself, you haven't realized it for a long time, you never reflect on the things you have done, you really don't know Mu An well enough."

This sentence was repeated in Du Yunfeng's mind, and on this day, he suddenly understood something.

When Zhou Lan is willing, his dominance is the source of his sense of security, and when Zhou Lan is not willing, his domineering is his pain.

He forced Zhou Lan to ask why he always avoided him just now, just wanted to hear Zhou Lan say "I still like you!" However, he used coercive means, which forced Zhou Lan to think of He Si's kindness.

"I..." Du Yunfeng was discouraged all of a sudden, his embrace no longer exerted force, but turned into a slight encirclement, "I... don't want to force you."

Zhou Lan hid back and looked at him suspiciously.

"Hei Si'er met me before he died, and he asked me to take care of you." Du Yunfeng's rationality finally came back to his head, and he understood that if he wanted to pass Zhou Lan's level again, he had to pass He Si's bridge right now.

"He asked you to take care of me?" Zhou Lan asked back. After thinking for a while, he nodded and asked with a sneer, "Is that why you asked me to take care of me?"

Du Yunfeng's mind turned quickly.

Once he knows why he lost on the battlefield, he will immediately adjust his strategy and tactics, and he will never get shot twice in the same place.

"Hei Sier..." Du Yunfeng seemed very hesitant, "He told me many things. He asked me to take care of you instead of him for the rest of my life, to protect you, not to make you suffer, not to make you tired, not to let you be in danger."

"He really said that?" Zhou Lan's voice trembled, obviously recalling the past, "That's what he told you in the hospital that day?"

Du Yunfeng nodded: "Exactly."

Du Yunfeng secretly scolded himself for not having a long memory, and being tough with Zhou Lanlai, would it work?No wonder He Si said that he didn't understand Zhou Lan. Zhou Lan looked soft, but he was actually tougher than anyone else. There were old, weak, sick and disabled in this house. Zhou Lan was supporting him. Why was he so stupid? Challenge him and let him bow his head first.

How could Zhou Lan bow his head, his neck would only get harder and harder!

"I..." Du Yunfeng changed into another face, and his voice sank, "I promised him to take care of you, and I will definitely take care of you. I can't take my word for it. Just now... I was too impulsive, don't you Scared, I... I really couldn't hold it back for a while, I haven't touched anyone for several years, when I saw you, I remembered when we were young, that was my best time, now it's too painful Yes, you may die on the battlefield at any time, I am not afraid of death, but if you can no longer love you, it will be more painful than death. I will not in the future, I will hold back myself, I will not touch you, okay?" After speaking, he curled up with his head in his hands, lowered his body in great pain, and squatted at Zhou Lan's feet.

After a round of emotional bombardment, Zhou Lan's eye circles were slightly red, and he barely stood up straight with his cane, and he looked at the big man squatting at his feet.

Du Yunfeng buried his head, his shoulders trembled slightly, he was very pitiful.

Guns have no eyes, how many people died?He is squatting at his feet now, he can breathe, he can tremble, he has gone through hardships, and he can still be together, shouldn't he cherish it?

This is also the person he loved.

This is also someone who has been deeply concerned from the beginning to the end.

He hesitated for a long time, and finally stretched out his hand and patted the other person's shoulder: "Yunfeng."

Du Yunfeng didn't move.

Zhou Lan sighed, and patted his head again: "Get up."

Unexpectedly, Du Yunfeng tilted his body, leaned on his leg, and hugged his thigh: "Young master," he said in a low voice, "you can beat me and scold me for my mistakes, how can you just say go and just leave?" Go, leave me alone for three or four years? He Si loves you, and I love you too, so you can bear it?"

"I..." Zhou Lan choked, and turned around, and he became the one who was wronged.

Xiao Bao's voice from downstairs came up: "Dad, Dad, are you still upstairs? Doctor Yu is leaving."

Only then did Zhou Lan go downstairs, followed by the reluctant Du Yunfeng.

The soldiers brought by Du Yunfeng were not idle either. They took advantage of the time to get to know the Zhou family well, and they knew what new year's goods they should have for the New Year.

Sure enough, Du Yunfeng stopped entanglement, and kept chatting with the dumb uncle, and went to say hello to Zhou Lan before leaving.

Zhou Lan had calmed down a lot, and before he left, he suddenly proposed to take him to the basement of the bungalow to have a look.

No one goes to the entire semi-basement floor on weekdays, because Zhou Lan won't let people in, and Xiaobao won't make it.

He led Du Yunfeng into the door, touched the light switch, turned it on, and Du Yunfeng saw the structure of the room.

The semi-subterranean windows have been bricked up, and the decoration in the room is very similar to the marching headquarters, from the curtains to the marching chairs are all in the style of troops.And in the middle of the room against the wall, there is a square wooden table, the green velvet cloth on the table was used during the war, and there is a rectangular wooden box on it.

It was a box of ashes.

No need to ask, you know who it is.

"I'll show you to meet him," Zhou Lan said.

Du Yunfeng went straight forward, lit a stick of incense, and bowed against his forehead: "Brother," he said, "Brother has come to see you. It seems that Mu An has been taking you with him and keeping you by his side."

After he finished speaking, he inserted the incense into the censer and glanced out of the corner of his eye. Next to the single sofa on the other side of the room, on the small coffee table, cigarette butts in the ashtray were piled up into hills.

Obviously Zhou Lan is always here to accompany that person.

Zhou Lan also approached, and he said to the urn: "Fourth brother, I brought Yunfeng here today, and I have a few words to say to him in front of you."

Zhou Lan turned her head and met Du Yunfeng's gaze: "Yunfeng, the world is unpredictable, we are no longer who we used to be."

"What do you mean?" Du Yunfeng asked softly, very vigilant in his heart.

"In the past, we loved mine, we loved it, and we hated it when we hated it. We can't settle that account, but Yunfeng, look at me now, take a good look at me—"

Zhou Lan spread her hands and dropped her crutches.

With the sound of the crutches falling, he took a step forward.

I saw him limping, unable to walk in a straight line at all, not to mention his distorted posture, and flung himself on the sofa after a few steps.

Pushing away Du Yunfeng's helping hand, his hair also fell down, and a few strands of long hair stuck to the tip of his sweaty nose.

"Do you see clearly? I'm a useless person, with broken hands and feet." He unbuttoned the front of his clothes, and his upper body was bare. There were gunshot wounds and knife wounds everywhere, and there was a huge triangle-shaped scar. "See? There is no good place gone."

Du Yunfeng probably understood what it meant.

"I don't care." Du Yunfeng said.

"But I care," Zhou Lan put on his clothes, slumped on the armrest of the sofa, raised his hands to brush up his hair, showing a flushed face: "This look is not worthy of your liking."

"Whether it's worth it or not, I know myself." Du Yunfeng said firmly.

Zhou Lan shook her head: "And I have a wife, I won't divorce her, I have to raise her until death."

Du Yunfeng was speechless.

"And fourth brother," Zhou Lan looked at the urn ecstatically, "fourth brother, do you really want me to love others? If I love others, how can I face you? Even if you want to, you Pave the way for me, I can't get past this barrier in my heart."

A series of questions made Du Yunfeng seem to be attacked by a series of cannonballs. Every question was difficult to solve. Even if he was brave and good at fighting, he was almost afraid of fighting.

The Lunar New Year is approaching in a blink of an eye, and Shanghai is shrouded in a gloomy winter season. It is like an isolated island of war. Although it has not been caught in a terrible war, it has lost its soul. Singing and fighting, the military and central forces in Chongqing are secretly moving around, and the tentacles of other parties are moving around underground.

This is a seemingly good world where singing, dancing and dancing are all about prosperity, but in fact there is pessimism and hopelessness everywhere. The international war is one-sided. Britain and France lost to Germany. Mania and fatigue at the end of the battle.

On the morning of the New Year's Eve, Shumei was in a good state of mind. She woke up a few times last night, and Zhou Lan would hug her tightly when she moved a little. As long as she was by his side, she would not be afraid.

She was confused for periods of time, then awake for periods of time. Sometimes she recognized people, and sometimes she didn't know anything, only knew to be afraid, and only knew to hide.

She looked at Zhou Lan who was asleep in the bed, and she thought, "Master must not have slept well yesterday, otherwise he wouldn't have slept so deeply since it was already bright."

Quietly tucking in the quilt, she got out of bed lightly, and tried to comb her messy hair in front of the dressing table.

The scrubbing brush was combed from top to bottom, and her hair was a mess between her teeth. Her body was too weak to keep her hair.

But she didn't notice this, she combed her hair mechanically, thinking in her heart that it was time to dress up neatly, and it was time to greet the old lady.

However, as soon as she turned around, she forgot about the matter of asking for peace, and she rummaged through the box to find out the clothes prepared for Xiaobao a long time ago.

She dismantled and fiddled with this dress for half a year.

Those were the new clothes she had prepared for Xiaobao. How could it be the Chinese New Year in the blink of an eye?She thought in a trance, looked down at the clothes carefully for a while, and then she realized that the work was finished, so she smiled and ironed it again, and the work was finished.

She touched her clothes in a daze, when footsteps sounded behind her, she trembled and looked back in horror.

"Madam, it's me." Zhou Lan didn't know when she got up. He tried his best to be as light as possible, but still scared her, "What are you looking for? Let me do it." He took off his coat and put it on Shumei, "Don't I caught a cold."

Seeing that it was him, Shumei calmed down, and she said: "Xiaobao's new clothes, I want to take them out and iron them, and wear them for Xiaobao today."

Zhou Lan smiled, helped his wife up, and held the clothes in front of her eyes: "My wife is still thoughtful, Xiaobao has so many new clothes, don't be too tired, how about going to have breakfast with me?"

Said to accompany him, but Zhou Lan actually took her to have breakfast.

Shumei's courage fluctuates, and she is prone to illness. As long as Zhou Lan doesn't go out to make money, she will stay by her side at home.

The doctor said that Shumei should be less stimulated, which is very important for her health.

Uncle Dumb's legs and feet are inconvenient, so the servants brought them to the room to eat alone. In Nuoda's restaurant, only they and Xiaobao dined. Xiaobao was very lively. He took the driver out early in the morning to buy candied haws stuffed with red bean paste. Pointing to the two candied haws on the plate, he said, "Father, Aunt Mei, eat quickly. I've already eaten it. I left it for you."

"Eat this in the morning." Zhou Lan put down the hot tea and looked at his son with gentle eyes. "No wonder you can't eat breakfast, which is not conducive to growing your body. What will you do if you don't grow tall in the future? This little Zhang doesn't care about you." .”

"Dad," Xiaobao scolded, "I'm the tallest in our class, and I'm number one in wrestling class, and it's none of Uncle Zhang's business. It's all in vain for him to drive me out early in the morning. I only bought three candied haws, but he didn't get any of them."

"Tell you one sentence, wait for a hundred sentences." Zhou Lan was serious, but his eyes were smiling, "It's quite righteous."

After Shumei's mind was rumbling for a while, she saw the two men in front of her clearly, and suddenly felt very happy.

After noon, the servants ironed the new clothes and brought them up. Xiaobao put them on and showed them to his father and Aunt Mei. He imitated that fashionable model, posing in various poses, jumping up and down like a little monkey, It made the whole family laugh from ear to ear.