Cartilage [Republic of China]

Yes, it's easy to get rid of, those soldiers obviously don't want his life.Without firing a single shot, he walked indiscriminately, rolled out of an unknown exit, and rolled into a nest of weeds.

He thought that he had thrown those people away, and his instinct for survival subsided, and it was like a flood of sadness and rising tide, unexpectedly surged up, and he burst into tears as if instinctively.

Xiao Zhao was shaken by Zhu Yanren, but he heard footsteps.Enduring the severe pain in his leg, he pulled Zhu Yanren, and hid behind a mound of dirt next to him like a dead pig, and tightly covered Zhu Yanren's mouth.Sure enough, someone got out of it, but didn't look this way, but chased towards the nearest road.

He shook Zhu Yanren, but couldn't say a word. He is a bit stupid now, but he also knows that the person who saved him will not survive. It is best not to let Zhu Yanren know how that person died. .

Letting go, Xiao Zhao lowered his head on Zhu Yanren's stomach.Listening to his intermittent crying, he was crying heart-rendingly, but he was still a little sober, and he didn't cry hysterically.But his stomach was rising and falling, and Xiao Zhao suspected that his intestines were about to break.

Zhu Yanren was seriously ill, and Xiao Zhao couldn't take good care of him because of the knife wound on his leg.But his brain recovered a bit, and he was not as stupid as before. He still remembered that Gao Xieyang told him to cut a piece of meat from him every meal for him to eat.Until Zhu Yanren came back.

Apart from spitting out water in the past few days, nothing normal has passed through his throat.Brought back to the mountain by the dejected Zhu Yanren, his appearance and eating like a starved ghost made others look sideways at them, and no one came to ask Qian Pingzhi's whereabouts.Except Zhu Zhao, everyone was immersed in the joy of getting the food.In his heart, he more or less admitted Zhu Yanren's identity as the head of their security regiment.

Although Xiao Zhao's actions are not smooth, he doesn't have much good food from the soldiers.But staying with Zhu Yanren every step of the way made his illness improve quickly.Besides, I don't know what kind of disease it is, maybe it's a heart disease, that is, I have a fever all the time, rolling around on the bed without sleeping, and talking crazy.But this somewhat lively illusion reminded Xiao Zhao of the time when he met him in the Fang Mansion just now, he was such a lively, beautiful and lovable child.Everyone thought he was the only angel in the paintings in the church, and no one would associate him with the war.

But war is like this, when the cannonballs hit the church, Angel also needs to pick up his gun.

On the third day, Zhu Yanren finally made another request while taking a sip of porridge.He opened his chapped and white lips, rolled his big eyes and asked Xiao Zhao: "Is there any meat..."

Xiao Zhao happily ran out to give him some meat, and then came back dejectedly: "There is no meat... They said they would go down the mountain to try their luck."

Zhu Yanren had already stood up, his eye sockets were sunken deeply, and his face became thinner, giving him a more foreign look.He put on his ashen yellow coat and shook his head: "It's okay, I won't eat."

Ever since Zhu Yanren was able to say a word of sobriety, he recovered his health at an unimaginable speed.That afternoon he sat cross-legged in the barren room and held a second plenary meeting.There is a simple map in the middle, which is written by Qian Pingzhi.

He made a new plan, prepared to be recruited by any army, and at the same time decided to go back to the high mansion again, but he wanted to go by himself, even if he narrowly escaped death, he wanted to confirm whether Qian Pingzhi was really dead.Even a little hope?He hoped to save him and negotiate with Gao Xieyang again.

At noon on the third day, he went down the mountain alone with a shell gun in his pocket and a machete similar to the machete that Qian Pingzhi used to perform so well on his waist.He hoped that when he came back with Qian Pingzhi, he could use a knife to help him out.

33. Falling from the Sky

Yi Jiage drove a donkey, and stopped near a big house.The farmer yelled from behind: "That's right, that's right! This is it!"

After finishing speaking, he climbed down from the thatch pile of the cart: "Mr. is really good at lifting a donkey!"

Because Yi Jiage is in a bad mood recently, he always feels that this is scolding him, so he laughed dryly and jumped off the donkey: "I will go for the rest, you can go back."

"Ah, ah, good..." He slowly climbed up the donkey as he said, not knowing how to ask for money.

"That friend in your family, I have to trouble you to take care of it for a few more days," Yi Jiage pretended not to understand his eyes, and finally, he took out a handful of money from his bosom, took out two pieces for him, and turned to go to the house. went over there.

Before entering the door, he heard a majestic dog barking, but only barked once, as if something stuck his throat.

He was a little curious about what kind of giant dog could be raised here, so he poked his head in and looked around without seeing a dog.But facing Gao Xieyang who was squatting on the ground.He held a scimitar in his right hand and an apple that was peeled from top to bottom in his left hand. He raised his head and said, "Oh? Brother Yi, why are you here?"

"Brother Gao!" Yi Jiage tried his best to cheer up, stretched his two long arms exaggeratedly, and rushed towards Gao Xieyang like a bird, hugging him.Gao Xieyang stretched out the apple in his hand to fend him off.Yi Jiage took a step back: "Brother Gao is now a big shot, and I saw you in the newspaper a few days ago."

"Really?" Needless to say, the Japanese couldn't wait to praise him for his positive response to the "Japan-China Restoration." Gao Xieyang looked him around thoughtfully, because he really looked down on businessmen like him, so he looked at him. After reading it over and over, he couldn't think of any special flattering words, so he pointed to his leg: "Huh? Leg is alright?" Before he could answer, he took a piece from an apple with a knife and gave it to him: "Eat the apple. "

"Don't eat, don't eat..." He stomped his feet to show the strength of his legs, and pushed the apple away. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He felt that there was a bloody smell on the apple, which might be the knife.He blocked Apple back, and cut straight to the point: "Brother Gao, I'm here to find someone. I heard that a cousin of mine is here with you." He looked down on him very much.

Gao Xieyang turned around and stopped looking at him, held his shoulders and led him to the inner courtyard, commanding him outside as he walked: "You idiots! Plant a tree and bury it for two days and it will wither .It doesn’t live today, so don’t eat it either!”

Only then did Yi Jiage realize that there were two stupid soldiers watering an osmanthus tree, and the soil on the ground could be seen to be newly cultivated.He suddenly felt sorry for Gao Xieyang, how could he live if he plucked out the tree at this time?And none of his subordinates were willing to tell him!

Yi Jiage was led into the third courtyard by him, and went directly into a spacious study room. A pair of grand master chairs, a table, and a lot of dusty paper were placed in the north, and there was a square clean place on the paper. Like something has been moved.

Yi Jiage sat down on the grand teacher's chair, he stretched the folds on the cuffs, the two shining sapphire cuffs pierced Gao Xieyang's eyes, although he couldn't understand these talkative businessmen, he was very envious.They are really rich, so they had to be perfunctory: "Brother Yi, who is the cousin you are talking about? Why did you suddenly remember it? A distant relative?"

"That's not true. It's just that I have been to the United States for many years on the way, and I am not very close to me. After I came back, I served as an adjutant to the brigade commander. I heard that you came here, so I wanted to take him back." Yi Jiage sat up straight as he spoke.

As soon as he moved, Gao Xieyang also looked over, and at the same time vaguely guessed who his cousin was: "What's your cousin's name?"

"Zhu Yanren" Yi Jiage said earnestly: "To tell the truth, I brought a sum of money here. Brother Gao must have been here for a long time and needs it very much. We can discuss this matter."

Gao Xieyang was taken aback, and suddenly laughed. He picked up a bowl of tea from the table: "The one who offended my brother is a big shot, and he is going to die. If he doesn't get rid of him, I will die." He said, vomiting exaggeratedly He flicked his tongue, making a strangled expression.

Yi Jiage's heart trembled. Gao Xieyang's daring to say this meant that Zhu Yanren's current situation must not be optimistic.So the tone quickly cooled down: "Where is the person now?"

"Don't worry, don't worry." Gao Xieyang laughed suddenly, and briskly blew on the tea leaves on his face.He picked up the apple just now from the table, sliced ​​it with a knife, dropped another piece, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed slowly, he looked at Yi Jiage with his eyes: "Brother Yi, this adjutant Zhu is not your brother, right?" , I don't even want to look..."

"What's that?" Yi Jiage smiled absently, and picked up the water glass in front of him, looking at the cheap tea leaves floating on it.

"Your concubine." On the west wall, hands fumbled and pressed on it.

Yi Jiage smiled lightly, but didn't make a sound.

There was a crisp "click", and a small box popped out from the wall.Gao Xieyang took out a piece of paper from inside: "Brother Yi, what troubled you recently?" With the paper in his hand, he raised one side of his eyes to look at him: "Your complexion is really bad... What do you think?" Come... like mourning..."

Yi Jiage didn't know what it was like mourning, he knew he had a bad complexion.He thought it would be easy to see Zhu Yanren during this trip, but in the end he was given another chance.He hated it to death now, and stretched out his hand sadly, and he took the paper that Gao Xieyang handed over.

Looking at the past bit by bit, his brows became more and more frowned, and finally raised his head from the paper: "Man Wubian gave you 30?" Wishing you good luck?"

"Don't give birth