Shili Yangchang

The dimly lit interrogation room smelled of rust and blood, making it suffocating.A naked person was tied to an old torture rack, and the body that was forced to unfold showed the posture of a martyr. The strong muscles were wounded vertically and horizontally, and the blood dripped down, which was as beautiful as a sculpture.But the most surprising thing was his face, which was obviously very weak, but his expression was relaxed and calm.

Honda Ju felt an inexplicable resentment, this Chinese man is already so messed up, why can he still look majestic?He strode up to Wang Yao and pulled Wang Yao's hair: "Does it feel good?" He was shorter than Wang Yao, so he had to raise his head.

"It's nothing bad," Wang Yao said with a smile on his blood-stained face, "Your method can only teach women a lesson!"

Honda Ju lifted up her white and beautiful right hand like a woman, and slapped Wang Yao hard twice. Wang Yao's body could not stop swinging from side to side, and the metal shackles made a dull metal collision sound.

"Very well, you can only show your quick tongue now," Honda Ju sneered, his smile was icy cold, full of femme fatale, "you will be secretly executed tomorrow morning!"

"Thank you for coming here to inform me, I'm really honored!" Wang Yao laughed mockingly.

Honda Ju snorted coldly: "I don't have the same knowledge as a dying person like you, if you have anything to say, I'll let you say it happily."

Wang Yao raised his face, stared at Honda Ju's dark but empty eyes and asked, "What's the relationship between Wanwan and you? What are you going to do to her?"

Honda Ju smiled sarcastically and said: "Are you really worried about your sister? I can tell you: Mo Niang is a special agent carefully cultivated by our Great Japan/Ben Empire, and she will be our excellent empire flower. In the East/Asia/Holy War, a Chinese person like her will play more than a hundred thousand Japanese/Japanese/imperial/army."

Seeing the haze on Wang Yao's calm face, Honda Ju smiled with satisfaction: "If you have nothing to say, then goodbye!"

"Wait!" Wang Yao called Honda Ju, "What are you going to do to Al?"

"A dying person still has the time to worry about others?" Honda Ju looked at Wang Yao sarcastically.

"Yes, I worry about others," Wang Yao smiled disdainfully, "Now Japan/Japan is not at war with the United States, if you kill Al, you will only bring yourself big trouble!"

Honda Ju glared at Wang Yao angrily. He knew that what Wang Yao said was reasonable, and it was irrational to do so in his current capacity, but he didn't want to lose too much: "Mr. Jones will leave safely - I will see you tomorrow After the execution!"

Wang Yao smiled meaningfully: "If you really do this, then he will never forget my death in his life, and he will also bring his hatred for you into the coffin."

"You—" Honda Ju gritted his teeth angrily.

Wang Yao chased after the victory: "You like Al, if you still want him, don't hurt him too deeply."

Honda Ju punched Wang Yao hard in frustration: "He will leave Shanghai on the boat tonight."

"And then?" Wang Yao asked cautiously.

"Then return to the United States safely!" Honda Ju finished, and left the interrogation room quickly angrily.

"Very good." Wang Yao smiled smugly.

Al, I owe you two lives, but I only have one to pay.

It was Lin Mo Niang who sent Al to the pier. She was silent and worried all the way.On the pier, Lin Mo Niang handed over the ticket to Al, urging him to get on the boat as soon as possible.

"Where's Wang Yao?" Al asked anxiously.

"He's dead, go away!" Lin Moniang said coldly.

Al turned around to go back, but was stopped by the Japanese soldiers responsible for escorting him.Al shook the Japanese soldier's hand vigorously: "If you want to leave, then I will leave with him!"

Lin Mo Niang told the Japanese soldiers to let go, approached Al, and said word by word: "He died for you, if you go back and die like a fool, then his death will be for nothing!"

"But..." Al wanted to say something, but Lin Mo Niang waved for the soldiers to push him onto the boat.She shouted at Al from a distance: "Remember to live, your life was bought by Brother Yao!"

The boat set sail in the dark night, and the smell of water was coming in. Al looked at the distant Shanghai, but he didn't have the courage to jump into the water again. The night was like the color of the man's eyes, which made him feel that Wang Yao was looking at him, preventing him from He will come back again.

The destination of this voyage is Hong Kong. It will be many days before Al travels from Hong Kong to the United States.

On July 1937, 7, the Marco Polo Bridge Incident broke out, which brutally opened the prelude to the Japanese invasion of China.

On August 1937, 8, the Battle of Songhu broke out, and the "Paris of the East" Shanghai/Shanghai was involved in the war.

On November 1937, 11, Shanghai fell.

After returning to China for many years, Al still often thinks of the days in Shanghai. The war is over, but China is still in chaos.He hasn't had much contact with his past friends over the years, but it has never been broken.From everyone's letters, he knew their experiences intermittently:

Arthur's house was destroyed during an air raid in London, but luckily he and Kong escaped to the basement in time, only that he had to move to a castle belonging to the Kirkland family, which was very sad for the proud Arthur. It's embarrassing, but at least it's better than sleeping on the streets.Later, when Gangzai entered Oxford, Arthur said that this Chinese boy was so smart that he was unbelievably smart. Apart from his appearance, Kongzai is now a complete British/Grit/Landish aristocratic youth, but he has more brains than all the nobles. .

Francis has not been heard from since the fall of Paris, and not even Arthur has received a single letter from him.Al once thought that Francis was dead, but just after the war, Al received a beautiful envelope with a letter written in gorgeous cursive script: "The brave American boy saved France, Brother, I can drink red wine to my heart's content again!"

Even Ivan, who used to be the most hated, still keeps in touch with Al because they have a common topic.Ivan seldom writes, but every time he always mentions the situation in China and Wang Yao.After the emperor announced his surrender, Honda Ju died in caesarean section, while Lin Mo Niang, the beautiful flower of the empire, disappeared.

Wang Yao is also missing.

Since Al left Shanghai/Shanghai, no one has seen Wang Yao again. There are rumors that he was secretly executed by Honda Chrysanthemum, and some people say that he escaped from prison. What’s more, it is said that a poor Chinese youth took Wang Yao’s place on the execution ground , but all this is hearsay.China is in a civil war, and it may last for a few more years. Even if Wang Yao is not dead, it will be difficult to find him in this war-torn land.

Yao, where did you go?Al often asked, but no one could answer him.It was only a few months from acquaintance to parting, but he couldn't forget it even in eight years.It seems that Wang Yao is really a cunning seraphim, who suddenly appeared in his life and then disappeared suddenly.

In a nostalgic cafe, Al was sitting by the window. A young musician played "Auld Lang Syne" on the violin. The melodious tune contained a touch of sadness. Al followed the rhythm and silently recited the lyrics: " Shouldauldacquaintancebeforgot, Andneverbroughttomin'Shouldauldacquaintancebeforgot, Anddayso'langsyne"

A waiter brought Al's coffee, and instead of looking at his face, Al's eyes fell on his hands.Now Al has developed a habit, every time a waiter serves him food or pours coffee, he always looks carefully at that person's hand.This waiter has a pair of slender and flexible hands, and his skin color should be Asian/Asian.

Al smiled and asked, "Do you often use a gun?" As he spoke, he slowly raised his head, past the waiter's straight uniform and neat bow tie, and then up...