Cold-blooded Marshal Evil Charm Military Doctor

This looks very much like an infatuated person, but unfortunately Leng Han doesn't know what kind of relationship this is, only knows that she is special to him.

It also rained heavily in Kyoto. The drizzle was as gentle and beautiful as a woman from the south of the Yangtze River, and it carefully washed away the dust on the streets.

Gu Xi asked again: "Miss, do you really not need me to see you off?"

Zhan Qingcheng nodded and continued to pack his luggage. There were not more than four sets of clothes, and the rest were money and the wooden box.

The wooden box will soon be taken to Pingcheng to give to Leng Han, which is a task for Zhan Qingcheng.

Although I have an address, I am not in a hurry to go to Shanghai. It is better to get up and go to Pingcheng to find Leng Han. It is better to leave early. I am afraid that there will be any accidents if I live in Zhan's house. I also need to find a place to hide the money.

Opening the umbrella, he took the big suitcase in Gu Xi's hand and said goodbye, and left just like that.

Around the corner, the old lady was supported by Mrs. Ming and stared at Zhan Qingcheng's leaving back, her eyes were slightly red, she patted Mrs. Ming's hand and said, "Go back, go back."

Zhan Qingcheng caught a glimpse of the old lady but didn't stop to say goodbye to her. He went out to work like he did in modern times and left without saying hello to his mother, because he really didn't know how to speak.

Pedestrians on the road looked tired, colorful oil-paper umbrellas, and the sound of hooting was less than usual, and the business of the singing and dancing hall became more lively. This was the first rain in Kyoto that Zhan Qingcheng had ever seen. It was so poignant and rotten .

Zhan Qingcheng didn't take the boat tomorrow night, but left tonight. Maybe the old lady guessed the result, so she bid farewell at the corner in obscurity.

A little girl with two ponytails without an umbrella walked up to Zhan Qingcheng, held up a rose, and begged: "Beautiful sister, buy a flower."

The flowers are not beautiful anymore, because the petals have withered and the leaves are all crumpled, so no one buys them.

Zhan Qingcheng, who was called the beautiful sister, was a little helpless. He was obviously a man but he had to be treated like this here. Looking at her, her small hands showed many bruises, which seemed to be from long-term beatings, and there was a big bulge on her forehead. The package should be smashed with something.

Zhan Qingcheng covered her small body with an umbrella and let the rain wet him. He didn't know how to coax others, so he could only whisper to the child: "Then tell me how the injury came from, I just bought all the flowers in your basket, okay?"

The little girl hesitated for a while, and then she cried. She cried and said, "Daddy beat me. Mother disappeared. Daddy said he would kill me if I didn't sell all the flowers. I'm so afraid. I want mother." , ah woo woo woo..."

This reminded Zhan Qingcheng of Gu Xi, sighed and didn't know how to deal with such a thing, and thought about where she could be accommodated, Zhan's family couldn't go back, Lei's family couldn't, and she couldn't think of her for a while Shelter.

Gently wiped away her tears with her fingers, but said bravely, "Don't be afraid, I'll take you away, okay?"

The little girl nodded heavily, and she was like this when facing a stranger who treated her a little better, which shows what she has experienced.

Just as Zhan Qingcheng was about to hold her hand and take her away, a woman ran over and hugged the little girl. Her face could no longer tell whether it was tears or rain.

The woman yelled, "You can't take her away!"

The little girl was also howling and hugging the woman, "Mother!"

This relationship is good, and before deciding where to settle the little girl, her mother who ran away from home came to find her, maybe to take her away.

Zhan Qingcheng said lightly: "I can't take her away, but you can? Do you know how wronged she suffered after you ran away from home, and you are better?"

The woman cried while holding her, "I didn't...I didn't. I came back this time to take her away, even if I was begging, I would raise her up."

Zhan Qingcheng didn't reply, he took out an ocean to the little girl, seeing that the little girl didn't answer, he said, "I'll buy your flowers."

The woman quickly refused: "I can't do it, I can't do it."

"It's not for you. It's the money I bought from her. There's nothing wrong with it. If you really think it's inappropriate, take good care of her and treat her as your wages." After finishing speaking, the woman became cautious. He took the ocean from Zhan Qingcheng's hand, and shed two lines of tears, dripping in the water and dripping in his heart.

He took the flower in the little girl's hand and turned to leave, leaving behind a blurred figure.

Zhan Qingcheng doesn't pity anyone, let alone feel that he is superior. If there are too many poor people in the world, how much can he help? Who would pity the weak? He just wants to leave a memory in the Republic of China.

Drenched in the rain and walking on the street, out of place with the crowd, dripping water all over my body, I met a stall selling umbrellas and bought an oil-paper umbrella at random. Only after I opened it did I know what the umbrella looked like.

A picture of plum blossoms, the petals are falling and sinking into the stream, with a small poem in the lower right corner.

Falling flowers are intentional, flowing water is ruthless.

The world says infatuated people are pitiful, who can say otherwise.

I found a place and changed into clean clothes. By then the rain had stopped, and the oil-paper umbrella was still propped up to cover up my tiredness.

The boat sailed, and I don't know how Lei Guobin and the others are doing now. Before leaving, I asked them to make a batch of lipsticks.

As soon as Zhan Qingcheng found a place to sit for a meeting, he heard the people in front of him chattering, and listened to their chatter when he couldn't sleep for a while.

"Hey, have you guys heard? It's just that many people died in Pingcheng, and Young Marshal Leng is sitting there!"

"Hey, this, I heard about it early in the morning."

At this time, the voice became a little excited, and he said loudly: "But you must not know that Marshal Leng has detained a boatload of comfort women and is not afraid of offending the Japanese people, but this is good, otherwise they will think we are easy to bully!"

"Oh, so this matter, I also heard that Marshal Leng also arranged for two companies to be stationed near the Japanese base, and there was almost no trouble."

Zhan Qingcheng laughed after hearing this. This approach won his favor. It would be a loss for the Japanese to jump over the wall in a hurry to snatch people, but I don’t know whether the military force can support him or he has other arrangements, which makes Zhan Qingcheng a little curious.

It's been a long time since I've held a scalpel, which made Zhan Qingcheng's hands itch a little, but there are so many people here that he's afraid of [-] in case, so he picked up the mask and put it on after thinking about it.

The back seat was full of eight tall and mighty men, all of them covered up with newspapers from time to time to look at the rich lady on board, it was really suspicious, Zhan Qingcheng be careful.

Replenish your strength first, there is still a tough battle to fight at night, see if there are only a few rich ladies and their servants on board besides yourself, there shouldn't be any problems.