[Pretender] The North-South Flyover that year

Wang Tianfeng was arrested, and the entire Shanghai intelligence agency was ecstatic. They held on to the thread and pulled hard, hoping to use him to find out the party members hiding in Shanghai.

Thus, the trap against Mingtai started smoothly.Two nights, like two wonderful episodes, two nights passed, Ming Tai was arrested, and the dead time plan officially started.

On the first night, Yu Manli died without warning or warning, and the death came quietly. When her breathing stopped suddenly, Mingtai lost his mind and fell further into this mystery.

Wang Yiqiu stood quietly in the grove not far away, like a bystander, watching the fierce battle over there.

The sounds of gunshot wounds, wind, and bleeding echoed in this cold night, and Yiqiu seemed to be isolated from the world, separated by a screen.What reverberated in my head was the woman's struggle and fearlessness under the lamp.

She was distressed, but it was more of a deep sadness. This desperate human tragedy was caused by the Chinese shooting at the Chinese.

This night, like a tragic tribute, the executioner broke the slender neck of a girl, thinking he was victorious, and mockingly, the dead girl also had a smile on her face, which was brighter and softer than the one who survived .

On the second night, Wang Tianfeng died, but this night was obviously much more exciting than the first night.Even though they were far away, Yiqiu could clearly hear the conversation between Mingtai and Wang Tianfeng.

Mingtai's questioning, Wang Tianfeng's acting.

"Why did you surrender to the enemy and treason? I have always believed in you so much."

"I don't have a teacher like you. My teacher will not sell his soul, let alone a traitor."

"My teacher is Wang Tianfeng, he is a tough man."

"The upper echelons of the military command have been rotten for a long time, but we have been persisting because we have the responsibility to save the country and the people, and we have the belief that we must win. Teacher, why did you give up? Are you worthy of your students?"

The young man's cry, hoarse, contained indescribable emotion and resentment, like a long ringing alarm bell, echoing heavily and deeply in this empty wilderness.

Wang Tianfeng turned his back to Yiqiu, so he couldn't see his expression at the moment.Although what he said were all jokes, but Yiqiu knew that he must be very pleased.

The treasonous declaration of "big treason and injustice" that sounded like betrayal was a test for Mingtai, and it was also his last teaching as a teacher with his meager life.

Although Mingtai didn't understand at the moment and his eyes were full of pain, he would definitely understand in the future that what Wang Tianfeng taught him in the end was a great heart.

Yiqiu moved her eyes stiffly, trying to see her sister's expression clearly.

However, all she could see was a cold profile with a disdainful smile on it.

Mingtai's voice reverberated in Wang Yiqiu's heart for a long time, stirring her heartstrings, it was as chaotic as metal scratching her eardrums, making her almost vomit.

Mingtai's warm pillow, Wang Manchun's indifference, the two emotions were repeatedly intertwined in her brain, and bursts of false scenes appeared in front of her eyes.

She cried when Wang Tianfeng's figure fell in the distance.

With a knife in his mouth, Mingtai killed Wang Tianfeng.The mouth is full of blood, the eyes are full of pain, and the passion about the motherland is burning inside, burning away the haze of death, suppressing all weak emotions, making people hard and crazy.

The wind blows the branches, creaking, raising the leaves, and tremblingly floating down from the top of the tree.They danced, twirled, or rolled on the ground, and finally crawled quietly on the ground, turning into mud.

Wang Tianfeng fell, and fell after stopping Mingtai's vain attempt to commit suicide.Like a tragic dance, his students have become excellent soldiers of the motherland after several years of wind, cold and rain.

He lay quietly on the ground, smiling gratifiedly, although he didn't close his eyes, he had no regrets.His ears are pressed against the ground, as if listening to the call of the roots, as if smelling the fragrance of the soil.He integrated his flesh and blood into this land, filled with all the beautiful emotions, the winter songs are rustling, the fallen leaves are rustling, playing a movement that shouldn't be done for a thousand years, echoing in the dark world.

Wang Manchun and many black clothes stepped over and stepped on Wang Tianfeng's body, restraining Mingtai, with joy and distorted pleasure on his face.

Wang Yiqiu was still standing in the darkness in the distance, not knowing whether to like it or not.Looking at all of these, all her emotions seemed to be mixed with a bitter medicine, mixed with a fever, the whole body was empty, and a poison paralyzed her.

A stabbing pain came from his wrist, Yiqiu turned his head and looked at Mingcheng who was hiding in the darkness like himself.

"You're scratching me." Yiqiu's throat was in excruciating pain, and his voice was trembling with a hoarse voice.

"Sorry" Mingcheng seemed to be the same.

Yiqiu looked at Mingtai who was taken away not far away, looked at the No. 76 agent who was withdrawing from the team, and looked at Wang Manchun's back: "Is it necessary to play so big?"

Her voice was cold and clear, as if she didn't even have a soul.

"Do you think this is a game?" Mingcheng's voice seemed to come from the depths of his chest, low and depressing.

His face was full of tears, his eyes looking at Mingtai were filled with too much emotion, but all of them were suppressed by that terribly hot pillow, firmly suppressed.

Yiqiu looked at his face and asked: "You confessed him yourself, it's so uncomfortable, why did you choose him in the first place?"

Mingcheng lowered his head, looked at Wang Yiqiu who reached to his chest, with a serious face: "Others' brothers can die, but mine can't? They have to be done, and choosing him is the most effective."

Thoroughly embedded in the enemy's heart, using the closest relatives as stepping stones is of course the strongest.

Looking at the grief in his eyes, Yiqiu lowered his head, and said flatly, "It's not credible at all for you to say that you will protect me well."

Even Mingtai can be given up, what else can't be done.

Stretching out his hand, holding Yiqiu into his arms, Mingcheng leaned close to her ear, and said with a sigh: "You are different from him."

Yiqiu understands that Mingcheng just needs a hug and a way to vent.Feeling that her waist could even break her own strength, she didn't say a word, but silently put her hand on Mingcheng's waist.

"Motherland and me, who do you love?"

She heard her own voice echoing in the calm night, but there was no answer...

When the two parted, Mingcheng took Yiqiu's hand, his face was dark, and there seemed to be a black stone in his eyes, and a black spring surged up and down in it: "Up to now, do you still insist on protecting her? "

The moonlight was icy and cold, casting long shadows on the two of them.His hands were hot, clutching his wrist, but her heart seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar.

Throwing away Mingcheng's hand, Yiqiu walked without looking back, the sound of her heels hitting the ground was very clear, sparse and very lonely.But just like Mingcheng was silent about her question, Yiqiu also remained silent about Mingcheng's question.

The reason why Mingcheng took her to see those, she knew very well that he was plotting against her, no matter what her real identity was.

He asked her to leave Wang Manchun's side.

The author has something to say: the amount of information in this chapter is huge, I don’t know if I have written that kind of feel, I hope it will not be too hypocritical.