Shili Yangchang

In the chaotic pier, Al and Matthew struggled to move forward among the crowds. Francis, who came to see him off, couldn't maintain his usual elegance and gorgeousness, so he had to press his hat hard.

"Okay, get on the boat, I'm going to be squeezed to death if I don't say goodbye to you!" Francis said to the two with a smile, "I'll take the boat back to France next Wednesday, and then we will all be with this charming city." 'It's far away from the sea and the ocean', as the little Arthur's family sang!" At this point, Francis suddenly had a trace of loss and melancholy in his eyes that never knew what to worry about.

"'Auld Lang Syne' is a Scottish song, right?" Matthew reminded that Arthur is obviously from England.

"It doesn't matter, brother, I think of little Arthur when I hear this song anyway," Francis patted the shoulders of the two with a smile, "Come on board, boys, and say goodbye to the beautiful Shanghai!"

Al boarded the boat sullenly, looking at the land he was about to leave that had fascinated him deeply, Francis was still waving to them in the crowd, the tall Frenchman was conspicuous.All the other people on the pier were black-haired heads. All the Chinese/Chinese looked very similar, but there was one Chinese/Al, who would never admit his mistake, but that person did not appear in his field of vision.Maybe it’s safe to leave Shanghai, Al comforted himself, a Chinese in China is less likely to attract attention than a group of foreigners.

"Al, don't be sad." Matthew comforted softly.

Al looked at the receding pier for the last time. A group of porters in rough clothes were busy. This is the most authentic picture of Chinese civilians.

After the boat sailed away, a porter in a navy blue coat lowered his straw hat and hid himself in the crowd. A lock of long untied hair fell on his shoulders, and the brim of the hat covered his sharp black eyes.His footsteps were steady and powerful, as if he was rushing to do something important.

Watching Al's departure calmly, Wang Yao suppressed his grief. He had neither the time nor the right to grieve. This era does not need tears, but only believes in strength.He saw Al looking for something with his eyes, he was looking for him, but he could only hide deeper.Letting Al go away safely is the greatest comfort to himself. He no longer has to worry about Al, and Al no longer needs to worry about what he will do next.

Yes, he still has work to do.He learned what Al once said: "I can't kill all the Japanese devils, but I can at least kill this one!"

Quietly returning to the troupe, Wang Yao's appearance surprised everyone, some were surprised, some were afraid, but the leader of the troupe Long was furious, and punched Wang Yao on the ground: "Bastard! You still know to come back?" Despite being angry However, Team Leader Long still didn't slap Wang Yao in the face, this is a habit developed over the years - Hua Dan, the head of the family, can't be slapped in the face.Wang Yao stood up clutching his stomach, and said with an apologetic smile: "Leader, I might make you even more angry, I'm leaving, and I'm saying goodbye to you brothers!"

Leader Long pulled Wang Yao's collar: "Are you going to cause trouble again? Listen carefully, kid: You don't matter if you go to kill the traitor or find the devil's woman, don't try to keep it from me! What's the matter with you?" , I will bear it with you!"

Wang Yao looked at the middle-aged leader in surprise, and then smiled with relief: Leader Long used to be a bandit, and no one knew what his surname was, just because he had a big green dragon tattooed on his body (see Yao's Dragon Boss) , everyone called him the leader of the dragon squad.Leader Long has treated him well these years, taking care of all the big and small things for him, treating him like his son.

Suddenly there was a noise outside the door, the entangled two people let go, and looked towards the door together with everyone: a well-dressed, flower-like young girl came in, with a plum blossom-shaped hairpin on her long black hair.

"Wanwan?" Wang Yao looked at Lin Moniang in shock.

"She's a female spy!" Captain Long suddenly called out, "What are you doing here? Get lost!"

Lin Mo Niang ignored Team Leader Long and went straight to Wang Yao: "As soon as Mr. Alfred Jones left this morning, Colonel Honda ordered you to be arrested immediately. I didn't expect you to come back here so stupidly!"

"Did Honda ask you to catch me?" Wang Yao looked at Lin Mo Niang with a wry smile.

"Brother Ju's people have already started hunting you all over the city." Lin Moniang avoided Wang Yao's sight.

"Since you are here to send me to Huangquan Road, then I am willing." Wang Yao said with a smile, gently but domineeringly embraced Lin Moniang into his arms.

Lin Mo Niang was caught off guard, she just felt that she was wrapped between her strong arms and thick chest, a kind of indescribable security and warmth, how many years have you lost this feeling?She felt tears overflowing, and struggled desperately to stay away from Wang Yao's body: "You go! You go! Don't appear in front of me again!" She said and threw a piece of paper on Wang Yao's face: "Pass! I'm here This is for you!"

Wang Yao squeezed the passport and smiled gently: "Wanwan, you are still the same as before!"

"Brother Yao..." Lin Mo Niang covered her face and muttered softly.

Suddenly the door was knocked open, and a group of Japanese soldiers with guns rushed in: "Don't move!" Afterwards, Honda Ju, who was as beautiful as a woman, came in with regular steps.

Honda Chrysanthemum glanced at the people in the room, her eyes fixed on Lin Mo Niang's obviously different face: "Mo Niang, why are you here?"

Lin Moniang looked at Honda Ju in horror: "Brother Ju, I..."

Before Lin Mo Niang finished speaking, Wang Yao suddenly sneered and said, "You still don't understand the traitor you raised? Didn't she just show you the way? Don't play tricks here!" As he spoke, he roughly pulled Lin Mo Niang, ruthlessly He slapped her hard and pushed her towards Honda Chrysanthemum.

Wang Yao didn't stay strong, Lin Mo Niang was beaten half of her face and lost consciousness, staring at her eyes, but she felt that Wang Yao stuffed a ball of paper into her hand.You don't need to look to know that it must be the pass she gave him just now.

"Search!" Honda Ju ordered.Everyone in the troupe was searched thoroughly, but nothing was found.

"As you can see, there is nothing illegal here except me!" Wang Yao sneered while crossing his arms.

"Harboring fugitives is a felony!" Honda Ju said coldly.

"We are wronged! We have nothing to do with Wang Yao!" an actor shouted.

"The adults in the police station can testify, we said that we will hand him over to officials as soon as he comes back!" Another actor shouted.

Many people began to shout grievances, but some remained silent.

Honda waved his hand in annoyance to silence the people: "Those who think they are innocent, get out."

Immediately a few actors ran out, Honda winked, and there were gunshots and screams from those actors outside.The faces of those who were about to run out turned pale with fright, and they all settled in the house.Wang Yao's heart ached for a while, he killed his partner.

"Take them all away!" Honda ordered.

"Wait!" Wang Yao stopped him, "There was originally a show tonight, and everyone was waiting to watch it, so you can't let us finish singing this one before leaving? Anyway, there are so many guards with guns. Now, none of us can escape."

Honda turned to Wang Yao, approached slowly, and said with a sneer, "I don't know what trick you are going to play, but I can tell you that your trick is useless to me." He ordered two soldiers to restrain Wang Yao, Press Wang Yao's left hand on the table.

"I know that Mr. Wang is a sharpshooter, and he is left-handed." Honda smiled and looked at the slender, beautiful but rough-skinned hand, and suddenly pulled out the ribs on his waist and stabbed at Wang Yao's palm.

"Ugh—" Wang Yao only felt the pain in his heart, he clenched his teeth and did not cry out, but his expression was distorted.

Honda pulled up the bloody Wakizawa, smiled cruelly and said: "Now, go to the show, let me see how you pretend to be a woman to seduce a man!" Face.

Wang Yao bent over and covered his injured hand and smiled: "I have to put on makeup to be a woman, and you are a full-fledged woman without makeup!"

Honda was furious, kicked Wang Yao in the abdomen, and shouted: "Go and sing! Sing like a woman to please me!" As he spoke, he wiped Wakizawa on Wang Yao's clothes and retracted the scabbard.

Wang Yao retorted recklessly: "Save that thing for stabbing yourself in the future!"

The Japanese went out, and Team Leader Long helped the injured Wang Yao: "Yao, we won't sing for the Japanese! We're going to die together!"

"No," Wang Yao endured the pain in his wound, and smiled strangely, "We want to put on a good show for them!"

This is the last play in this life, Wang Yao dressed up very carefully, tonight he will play the concubine Yu - the beauty who will die on the stage.Long Ban starred as Bawang Chu, he helped Wang Yao wrap up his bleeding left hand distressedly before he went to pack his outfit.It was about to start, Wang Yao picked up the sword in hand, and stepped onto the stage with a woman's light steps.

"Farewell My Concubine", what a beautiful story!Every time Wang Yao plays this play, he is the most devoted, and today he is particularly involved in the play, as if he wants to pour out his life into the sword dance.Honda was sitting in the front row of the stage, his flying skirt was not far from Honda's face.

Yu Ji was the most beautiful at the moment when she slayed herself, like a blooming flower that withered in an instant.Wang Yao approached the gleaming sword close to his throat, and it would be all over at once, but what he wants to do now is not this.When the blade was about to touch his skin, he suddenly waved his hand and pointed the sword point directly at Honda under his seat.

Honda was shocked, only then did he realize that Wang Yao had a real sword in his hand.Honda is proficient in Japanese/Japanese swordsmanship. He knows that Chinese/Chinese swordsmanship has long been reduced to a show for people's entertainment, so he looks down on Chinese/Chinese Kung Fu.But the useless Chinese swordsmanship made him forget the nature of the sword: a cruel and bloodthirsty weapon.In the thousands of years of China's history, there are countless dead souls under the sword. As long as there is Feng Dy, it is a tool for killing people.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Yao's sword had pierced into his body. Due to Honda's dodge, the sword missed the heart, but was deflected downwards, touching a rib and slipping to the side.Wang Yao groaned badly, he knew that this blow did not cause too much damage to Honda.The blade is very long, if you want to retract and stab a second time, you need enough distance.Wang Yao gave up this choice and directly pressed the sword to Honda's neck.Chinese/Chinese swords are all flexible, and the perfect combination of rigidity and softness on this sharp weapon makes Honda think of Wang Yao. Now he finally understands Wang Yao's ability to create opportunities from desperate situations.

Honda's neck was bleeding profusely, but his throat was intact and his carotid artery was not injured.He tried his best to push back Wang Yao, at this time Honda's Japanese/Japanese soldiers also rushed here to rescue, because the two were entangled, the soldiers did not dare to shoot.In the end, Wang Yao was held down by several people. Honda covered his bleeding neck and pointed at Wang Yao with a gun: "The play is over, China pig!"

Suddenly a figure rushed over. This person was sitting in the shadow of the last row of the theater just now. Seeing a change ahead, he immediately caught up. Now he finally stopped Honda in time: "Stop!"

"Mr. Jones?" Honda looked at the man with the wet blond hair in surprise.

Al smiled casually: "See you again, Honda!" He regretted it when the boat left the dock, but the captain refused to return for no reason, so he jumped into the water regardless of Matthew's dissuasion, and swam all the way back.

Al pushed away those who suppressed Wang Yao, and held Wang Yao tightly in his arms: "Heaven is too boring, I will accompany you to hell!"

Wang Yao looked at Al's blond hair that was wet but still brilliant, and the blue eyes that always looked at him tenderly, and suddenly his nose became sore: "Al, thank you!"

Al shook his head impatiently: "We're going to die together, tell me something I want to hear!"

Wang Yao posted something in Al's ear, and Al immediately laughed happily and responded loudly: "Me too! I love you too!"

A strong jealousy filled Honda's heart, he could hardly restrain his anger, ordered the two to be separated, and said through gritted teeth: "It's a pity, I won't let you die together!"