Chapter 8 chapter 7

Old Tang was so angry that he went crazy, he grabbed Wang Mutian's cheeks suddenly, Wang Mutian's face was pinched out of shape, and his upper teeth bit his lower lip tightly.Old Tang pulled out his pistol from his pocket: "Are you vomiting or not?" Several people's heads protruded from the wall panels of the toilet compartment on both sides. They looked at the gun-wielding old Tang and Wang Mutian in surprise: "What kind of father is this? He used a gun on his son?" "Spy should dismantle the White Party?" Old Tang waved his gun at the crowd, pointing at the man who spoke just now: "Meddling, right? I hate nosy people the most in my life!"

The heads of the men suddenly shrank.Old Tang continued to point the gun at Wang Mutian: "Spit! Spit! Spit!" Wang Mutian was angry with Old Tang, swallowed hard, and looked at him with a playful smile: "The taste is so good, how can you spit it out?" Seeing that Wang Mutian actually swallowed the note, Old Tang was dumbfounded, but he didn't intend to give up, and pointed his gun at Wang Mutian's chest: "What was written on that piece of paper?" Wang Mutian looked down at the muzzle of the gun and blinked.The muzzle of Lao Tang's gun drilled in Wang Mutian's ribs: "Don't tell me I shot! The bullet goes in here, passes through your beating heart, and then blooms a flower on your back, and it goes out. It's wonderful! ?”

Wang Mutian said calmly, "No, you don't dare to shoot. The old British police station is five minutes away from here. So many people saw you holding a gun just now. If you kill me, you will die." Old Tang felt that this stalking was really useless, how could he gain a foothold in the arena after the news got out?The more he thought about it, the more desperate he became, he waved his hand and hit Wang Mutian on the head with a gun, a stream of blood slowly flowed out from Wang Mutian's thick curly hair. At this time, someone knocked on the door of the toilet cubicle: "I am the security officer of Wing On Company, please come out immediately! I have already called the old police station in the UK, and they will come to check your gun license!"

Old Tang reluctantly opened the door.He just came out of the patrol room, but he didn't want to enter it a second time. While Old Tang was talking with the security guards, Wang Mutian rushed to the door of the toilet, and the men blocking the door to watch immediately made way for him.Old Tang was shocked, and he threw off the security guards and chased after him, but the men at the door deliberately swayed around, so that he couldn't get out of the crowd for a while. Wang Mutian came out of the entrance and exit of the counter squatting, looked towards the door, and saw Lao Tang's legs take a few steps to the left, then stopped, turned to the right, and disappeared from his sight in an instant.He heaved a sigh of relief and finally got rid of the nightmare old Tang.

Old Tang didn't expect that his "famous name" would fall into the hands of a little red guy.In the evening, Hirano called him to ask him how things were going. He praised Wang Mutian angrily to show his innocence: "He swallowed that piece of paper. I guess it must be important information. This little red guy At a young age, guerrilla warfare is already a fritter! Anti-stalking, stalking, proficient in everything, plus cunning and rogue, I don’t know who taught him!” After listening to his narration, Hirano commented objectively: "This is called talent. You must have rich imagination in everything you do. What you lack is imagination."

He Xiaohui, who was lying on the iron bed, woke up leisurely. What happened last night seemed so far away, as far away as a century.As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the flowers in Sang Xia's hand, grinned sarcastically with his colorless lips, and grunted in a hoarse voice: "Make me such a bourgeois." Sang Xia remained silent, took out a pistol from the bouquet, stuffed it under his pillow, then took out a piece of paper from the small purse, and held it up to He Xiaohui's eyes: "I'm meeting with Wang Mutian at the Shiliupu tea stand today, and I have contacted the professor. The code word, I was followed immediately. The other party chased Wang, Wang escaped, and swallowed the note with the code word. My identity in the Wang family was found out by the third uncle, what should I do?"

After He Xiaohui finished reading, Sang Xia bluffed and said loudly: "Do you want to eat something? I brought you Wufangzhai's sauced duck..." He Xiaohui looked at Sang Xia suspiciously, and Sang Xia blinked at him, then pointed to the other side of the screen, indicating that the partition wall has ears.He understood that Sang Xia was becoming more and more mature and stable now, which reassured him. Sang Xia stretched out her palm on the edge of the bed, and He Xiaohui used her index finger to write on it. After writing one, she nodded.She withdrew her hand, took the piece of paper that informed him just now, turned around, and began to write on it with a pen: "What does it mean to preemptively attack Uncle San?"

He Xiaohui continued to write on Sang Xia's palm with his index finger, and Sang Xia said loudly, "That's good, I'll go and buy you a bowl of fried bean curd noodle soup right away, and add more white pepper." Sang Xia wrote on the paper: "Would it be so easy to win over Uncle Three?" He Xiaohui wrote a few more words on her palm.Sang Xia looked at him, he looked quite confident. "Okay, I'll go buy it for you right now. Sigh, have you had a cigarette addiction? Let me light you a cigarette!" Sang Xia twisted the paper into a wick, took out the lighter and cigarette case from her purse, and pulled out a cigarette case. A cigarette, and put it on He Xiaohui's lips.She lit the wick made of paper with a lighter, then pinched the wick with her fingertips, put it on the cigarette butt, put the remaining wick into the ashtray, and watched it burn out.

In the private room of the antique Meilongge Hotel, the third uncle and Zhu Yuqiong sat opposite each other. On the table next to Zhu Yuqiong, there was a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and a small plate contained dishes from various plates on the table. , a wine glass was filled with wine, empty facing a chair - it was reserved for her dead husband Wang Shihui. The third uncle poured wine for Zhu Yuqiong, and Zhu Yuqiong picked up the glass, and said to the empty chair, "Shihui, I'd like to toast you again!" Filled the glass. Zhu Yuqiong coquettishly said, "You can't get drunk in broad daylight!"

The third uncle smiled: "Drinking this amount of wine with your drinking capacity is the same as playing!" Zhu Yuqiong was already three points drunk: "That's true. On the day I married into the Wang family, a large group of uncles came to pay respects to my sister-in-law. Sister-in-law, I saw it!" The third uncle also fell into memory: "Do you remember me toasting you?" "No." Zhu Yuqiong smiled, "You must have been angry with me then." The third uncle picked up the wine glass and drank it down: "No, I'm just angry with myself."

Zhu Yuqiong looked at the man in front of him. He might be handsome or majestic, but he was already old.And she herself was old, and they were all old. The waiter put a plate of braised water slides on the table. Looking at the dish, Zhu Yuqiong couldn't help feeling sad: "The day I got married, Lao Luo cooked this dish really well! Ouch, it's still the same as yesterday, widowed in the blink of an eye. It's been two years..." She drank the wine in her glass again.The third uncle poured another glass for her, raised the glass himself, and touched her glass. Putting down the cup, the third uncle gently held Zhu Yuqiong's hand and said, "In the first half of my life, I will not be blessed. You belong to Shihui. For the rest of my life, I will accompany you, Shihui..." He turned to the empty chair, " You must know in your heart that I want to accompany Yuqiong for the last part, and I will accompany her well, so you can rest assured." Zhu Yuqiong looked at him emotionally, unknowingly tears filled her eyes. "Today is your memorial day, and only the two of us will celebrate it for you. I believe Shihui, you won't blame the children, right? Because you are the most enlightened person. They also respect you as a father the most in their hearts. They are now What you did proves that they remember how you got there..." After saying this, the third uncle raised his glass to the empty chair and drank it down. When Hong Wangnan came to Yongqing Tea Shop, he gave the first month's salary and a sum of consolation money to a dozen employees who were about to go to the mainland to participate in the construction of the aircraft factory. Everyone took the money one by one, thanked them and left.This money is undoubtedly a timely help for them.After they dispersed, Ji Jiaming came to the attic and told Hong Wangnan that he had found Wen Xin.Wen Xin has already resigned from a Japanese communication company, saying that he has malaria, and the Japanese are very afraid of infectious diseases, so they approved his resignation.Now he has moved his whole family to his sister's house in Jianqiao Town, outside Hangzhou. Hong Wangnan seemed to see hope and decided to go to Hangzhou immediately.No matter what Ji Jiaming said, he wanted to go with him, and Hong Wangnan understood that his thoughts were always simple and rude: If he can't be persuaded, he will be kidnapped.Of course I don't agree with him going.Ji Jiaming disapproved of Hong Wangnan's benevolence as a woman, and warned: "If we let him escape this time, we may not be able to find him!" Hong Wangnan was excited again: "The resistance to Japan is voluntary. If you tie up his people, can you tie his heart? Besides, I think I have almost convinced him last time." Ji Jiaming looked at him sharply: "What do you think?" "I can feel that his heart is moving. When he was young, Wen Xin was such a person who didn't take pleasure in things but not sorrow for himself. Now he is so timid, it must be forced by life, it is temporary, as long as he wakes up the real Wen Xin..." Ji Jiaming sneered: "When I was young, the revolution was not a real revolution. How about Wang Jingwei? When he was young, he wanted to make a revolution by beheading him. I came to Shanghai in May this year and colluded with the Japanese! Let me ask you, which one? Is Wang Jingwei the real Wang Jingwei?" Hong Wangnan was too lazy to listen to Ji Jiaming's nonsense, "Anyway, I am against kidnapping!" "Then you have never lived in the country! How many animals are willing to pull the plow and drive the shaft around the stone mill when they come up? None of them! You have to be whipped and tied with ropes. In the end, you can say that they are not Good animal? Besides, good animal is bad animal, as long as it does not hinder the work. Treat him as a head animal, as a machine, drag it away, and let him pull the mill when he needs to, and drive the shaft when he needs to. .” "Before you get roped and whipped, you want me to talk to him one last time." "Waste of words!" "Please give me another chance to waste my words!" Ji Jiaming's eyes showed a kind of contempt of "a useless scholar": "What's the matter with you? You have a bad heart of a woman or something? It makes me bored!" Hong Wangnan said to himself: "If a scientist is separated from his family for a long time and goes to work in a far place, if he is not willing, his creativity and productivity will be greatly reduced. Science is alive and needs scientists. Keep getting creative. I'll definitely convince him!" "You didn't even convince me!" "You..." Hong Wangnan looked at Ji Jiaming coldly, "A person like you, if it wasn't for the war, if it wasn't for this special mission, I would never have known you in my life." Ji Jiaming was irritated and glared at Hong Wangnan angrily.Hong Wangnan ignored it, turned around and walked towards the door.Ji's family tweeted and stopped him. "Wait!" Ji Jiaming stared at Hong Wangnan's back, his tone softened, "I want to hear, what kind of person am I?" Hong Wangnan remained motionless: "A person like you thinks that nothing is as thorough as assassination and kidnapping to solve the problem. You are addicted to assassination and kidnapping." Ji Jiaming's expression suddenly became very strange.He and Hong Wangnan were originally from two worlds, but now they are in a cooperative relationship. This is really a very funny joke.He just wanted the joke to end quickly.But before the joke is over, he will still laugh along with it. Wang Duoying did not find Wang Mutian, went to Saina's apartment to look for Hong Wangnan, but did not see anyone.She didn't want to go home and had nowhere to go, so she had to hold a book in the lobby and wait while reading. A book was almost finished, but Hong Wangnan still didn't come back.The apartment manager walked up to her and asked with concern what room number she was waiting for, and she said it was 328.The manager seemed to remember something, and said, "Oh, I see! Did you give the key to Manager Wu who is on the night shift in the morning?" Wang Duoying was puzzled, and the manager explained: "Manager Wu told me that a lady at No. 328 gave him the door key in the morning and asked him to transfer it to the tenant at No. 328." Wang Duoying's mind went blank, and it took a while to realize that the corner of her mouth twitched like pain.The facts couldn't be more clear, Hong Wangnan's room has other women in and out!Hong Wangnan was deceiving her, and she didn't know how to face the liar, so she rushed out of the hall in a hurry, just wanting to escape quickly. Hong Wangnan, who was sitting in the rickshaw, saw Wang Duoying coming out of the gate, and called her quickly, but she ignored her and continued to walk quickly along the sidewalk.Hong Wangnan hurriedly got out of the car and chased after her, only to find that her eyes were full of tears, just waiting for an opportunity to burst the embankment, Hong Wangnan felt strange: "Why did you come? Why did you leave after you came?" Wang Duoying acted as if she didn't hear, and walked forward on her own.Hong Wangnan was anxious: "What's wrong? Who bullied you?" Wang Duoying cried even more uncontrollably. Hong Wangnan stopped in front of Wang Duoying: "Tell me, is someone bullying you?" Wang Duoying stopped, and tears flowed wantonly: "Yes!" "Who?" Wang Duoying finally broke out: "You! And that woman!" Hong Wangnan didn't understand, so: "A woman? Which woman?" "The woman you brought into the room!" Wang Duoying sneered desperately, "Which salt meat shop on Fuzhou Road? Or the pheasant by the road? You still gave her the house key!" Hong Wangnan understood that he did bring a woman to him this morning, and it was Sang Xia.Sang Xia wanted to find a new place for He Xiaohui to recuperate, so he invited Sang Xia to visit him.Because Sang Xia was dirty all night last night, she wanted to take a bath with him, so he went out first to avoid suspicion.The matter was as simple as that, and he really wanted to complain for Sang Xia: How could Sang Xia be a woman from Xianrou Village? But can he tell Wang Duoying this?He also wants to protect the special identities of Sang Xia and He Xiaohui.Although in fact even he didn't know who they were. Of course, Wang Duoying didn't know Hong Wangnan's difficulties, she just wanted to vent her heart and soul: "You told me not to come here if there is no urgent matter, so it turned out that because of the golden house, I hid a piece of bacon from Xianrouzhuang!" Hong Wangnan pulled Wang Duoying anxiously: "If you want to sentence a person to death, let him hire a lawyer to defend him, right? Can I be a defense lawyer for myself? After I finish my defense, how do you want to sentence me? How to judge me, okay?" Wang Duoying shivered nervously, and suddenly shook off Hong Wangnan's hand: "Let me go." "You promise me first, okay?" "I don't know what your hands have done, don't touch me!" Hong Wangnan finally got angry: "Why are you like this!" He already had something on his mind, and it was impossible for him to be so patient. Wang Duoying pulled out her arm vigorously and ran across the road.Seeing a rickshaw approaching, she reached out to stop it, jumped into the car, and soon disappeared from Hong Wangnan's sight. Hong Wangnan was unable to catch up, he felt exhausted.In the past few days, every time the two of them met, they broke up unhappy. Hong Wangnan didn't understand what was wrong, and walked into the apartment lobby in a daze. Drinking and waiting for him all afternoon.He thought, maybe he did not care enough about Duoying, and Duoying reacted so violently today, maybe.He seemed to be trying to convince himself. When the elevator landed, the iron fence door vibrated slightly, and he trembled as if in pain, and slowly opened the iron fence door, opened most of it and then stopped.He thought, he should do something, for Duoying, or... for himself.He let go of the doorknob, turned and walked down the hall. The third uncle helped Zhu Yuqiong to come in from the door. The two blushes on Zhu Yuqiong's face revealed her comfort and satisfaction.With a drunken gesture, she inaccurately and exaggeratedly took Uncle San's hand off her arm: "I can walk by myself... I'm not drunk... don't hold me by your arm, as if I'm an old woman..." The third uncle took a step back, but she swayed forward and rushed forward. The third uncle immediately supported her again, and she was a little frustrated: "It can't be done, it's an old woman, and three glasses of wine won't work." Wang Mutian stood on the top stairs and asked, "Mum, what's wrong with you?" Zhu Yuqiong raised her face and looked at her son. A look of despair flashed in her eyes, but she immediately returned to her drunken state: "Your mother is useless. Three glasses of wine will make you so polite." Wang Mutian stepped down the stairs, helped his mother into the small living room, and made a cup of tea for her.Zhu Yuqiong asked him, "What did you have for dinner?" "Lao Luo Shao's country soup." Zhu Yuqiong waved his hand in dissatisfaction: "Lao Luo saves food, so he has to cook country thick soup four or five times a month. When I smell it, I want to spit it out! Cabbage and onions in July are stinky if they are not cooked. Well, it still stinks!" She seemed to have just realized where she was, "I don't play cards, why did you bring me here?" She insisted on going back to her room to sleep. Music came from the living room, and the third uncle turned on the phonograph. Back in the bedroom, Zhu Yuqiong sat on the bed, suddenly completely drunk, and pulled Wang Mutian to her side, looked at the door, and whispered: "Someone at home saw the things you hid in the shed in the backyard. There are secret whistles on the front and back doors of our house, it is not safe for you to live at home. You are the life of the mother, if you are gone, the life of the mother is gone, you know?" At this moment, the carefree woman spoke in front of her son. Some pleading. Wang Mutian still didn't hide his little trick from his mother, and nodded guilty.Zhu Yuqiong closed her eyes and waved her hands. She was indeed tired to have such a troubled son. Wang Mutian gently closed the door, walked to the stairs, and was about to go downstairs when the third uncle called him.The third uncle looked at him strangely, and said softly, "Come, sit on the balcony and enjoy the cool breeze. Today is the southeast wind, and it is cooler on the balcony than downstairs." He had no choice but to retreat obediently, and walked to the balcony with the third uncle. The third uncle sat on the rattan chair on the left, and gently fanned Wang Mutian on the rattan chair on the right with the cattail fan in his hand.Both of them seemed to have their own concerns, they were both silent, and the atmosphere seemed very dull. Wang Mutian had never felt this way before, and it was very unnatural for him to be with the third uncle now. Suddenly, a stormy piano sound broke out in Wang Duoying's room downstairs. Wang Mutian was already guilty and blinked his eyelids in fright.The sound of the piano broke the silence between them, and the third uncle noticed Wang Mutian's forehead: "What's wrong with your head?" Wang Mutian involuntarily wiped a small piece of bandage covered by fluffy curly hair: "I hit a utility pole." "How did it hit the electric pole?" "I was walking and reading, and I just ran into it." "Ah Mu, you can be a doctor of lies now." The third uncle put down the cattail leaf fan, "Will I hit that place if I bump into it? Obviously I was beaten! What are you and Sang Xia doing together?" He asked He didn't want to hear Wang Mutian lie anymore, so he made it clear. Wang Mutian didn't dare to visit the third uncle, and continued to listen to his lectures: "Children of your age have an illusion that death is far away from you. If any doctrine is instilled in your mind, you will kill yourself." Take it out and hand it over to that doctrine, as if immortality is not enough to prove your loyalty. Which doctrine Sang Xia instilled, I don’t know, but I can’t let you take your life and hand it over to her doctrine.” Wang Mutian made a dazed look: "What is Sang Xia's doctrine?" The third uncle frowned: "Don't play dumb with me. Since Sang Xia came to this house, you have been whispering to her all day long. Now that Sang Xia is gone, you will soon disappear from this house. .” Wang Mutian was wronged: "Aren't I at home?" "What about Sang Xia? Where has she been? Moved away? Didn't even say hello to her aunt? She grew up abroad, and she didn't know the place well in Shanghai. Where did she move to live? So there must be someone behind her. Organization, this organization is held together by a coalition of doctrines. Am I right?" The third uncle hit the nail on the head, Wang Mutian was obviously not his opponent, and he didn't know how to respond.The third uncle stopped looking at Wang Mutian, and continued: "You stole the telegram from Singapore from my pocket. Read it. Only two people in this family know the content of this telegram, you and me. No, three people , and Sang Xia, it is impossible for you not to tell her the content of the telegram. We both know where the real Sang Xia is now, and she is with God. Then this Sang Xia who came to Shanghai..." The third uncle suddenly stopped talking, he saw Sang Xia.Sang Xia was walking slowly from the gate, as if she had just left a party. Wang Mutian's eyes lit up, and he stood up suddenly: "Sister Xiaoxia!" Seeing his flustered look, the third uncle shook his head and smiled wryly, the child's soul was taken away by Sang Xia. Sang Xia raised her head and greeted the two on the balcony: "Hi there. Good evening!" She walked across the flower bed in the yard and walked towards the building door. The third uncle turned off the phonograph in the small living room, looked at Wang Mutian who was stunned on the balcony and said, "Amu, your cousin is back, why don't you go and see?" Wang Mutian came in from the balcony, like an actor who forgot all his lines and movements on stage and didn't know how to proceed. Sang Xia carried the tray into the living room, put the tray on the big dining table, grabbed a piece of bread, dipped it in the soup, put it in her mouth, and chewed sweetly.Wang Duoying's bedroom lost no time to play the piano vigorously.Sang Xia couldn't help wondering: "Who is Ah Ying losing her temper with?" The third uncle looked at Sang Xia with interest: "Can you hear her losing her temper?" "I also play the piano myself. When I lose my temper, I play the piano like this." Sang Xia pointed to the direction of Wang Duoying's room and smiled. The third uncle nodded: "Interesting. Sometimes I suspect that Xiaoxia has studied psychology." He moved a stack of old books and sat down on a grand chair. I will still set up stalls for you every day!" Wang Mutian took the opportunity to walk behind the third uncle, pointed at the third uncle with light and small gestures, and then pointed at himself, indicating that they had a conversation. Sang Xia didn't seem to notice it, and said to Wang Mutian: "Amu, if you are free, just read a book for a while, and I will have a heart-to-heart talk with Uncle Third." The third uncle was taken aback, and Wang Mutian was so astonished that his face changed color.He stood up dumbfoundedly, and walked towards the door, when he reached the door, he turned around and said: "Sister Xiaoxia, the book you promised to lend me has never been given to me, why don't you go and get it for me now. " Sang Xia didn't move at all: "I'll get it for you tomorrow. You should find another book to read first. What I talked to Uncle Third is very important." It seems that Sang Xia deliberately wanted to give up this opportunity to attack and defend the alliance. Wang Mutian couldn't guess what Sang Xia was thinking, so he had to go out the door slowly and climbed the stairs slowly. Uncle San sat up straight: "What does Xiaoxia want to talk to me about?" Sang Xia also sat upright, ready for a showdown: "Uncle San, you already know that I am not Sang Xia, why do you still play charades with me?" The third uncle didn't expect Sang Xia to be so direct, so straightforward, it seemed that he was sneaky.He looked at Sang Xia, and Sang Xia also looked at him. Her eyes seemed to be calm, frank, and even honest. It seemed that she had been prepared for a long time.He suddenly smiled, it was an elder's, loving smile: "You are such a charming and lovely girl, who can bear to expose you?" Sang Xia asked back: "Don't expose me, aren't you curious?" The third uncle's expression was tactful, "I'm past the age of curiosity. A young lady like you can tell at a glance that she comes from a good family background." Sang Xia didn't seem to hesitate at all, so she took the initiative to tell the whole story: "You are right, my father is the largest medicine supplier in Southeast Asia. He has pharmaceutical factories in Singapore, Vietnam, Indonesia, Malaya, and the Philippines, and he has imported medicines from Europe and the United States. Pharmaceutical equipment and medical equipment. I have four older brothers above me, and I am five in the row. As you can imagine, I am the jewel in the palm of my parents' eyes. I went to university in the United States, but I returned to Malaya after only three years of university. Finished university in Singapore again." The third uncle asked, "Why did you give up on America?" Sang Xia's gaze suddenly became sharp: "Because I can't bear the attitude of the Americans towards the Chinese. They reject the Chinese. They don't need to see or hear their contempt for the Chinese. They can smell it with their noses." .” The third uncle noticed Sang Xia's expression: "Then..." Sang Xia saw the doubts of the third uncle: "It seems that you are still curious. Well, I will expose myself completely. I am close friends with Sang Xia, the real niece of the empress. We share a lot of things, such as hobbies, books, etc. , and the core secrets among girls: falling in love and falling in love. Of course, the most important thing we share is our common ideal.” The third uncle's eyes were concentrated on her face, as if he wanted to find traces of ideals on it. Sang Xia said word for word: "Our ideal is communism. It was Sang Xia who introduced me to her organization." The piano in Wang Duoying's room sounded sonorously and passionately, perfectly matching Sang Xia's speech.The piano was too loud, and Wang Mutian on the stairs couldn't hear what they were talking about, but he saw the momentary shock on Uncle San's face, while Sang Xia looked calm and composed.Distraughtly, he took a sip of his cigar—it was Uncle San's cigar. He couldn't understand how Sang Xia could remain so calm when she knew that the matter had been exposed. The third uncle's astonishment came suddenly. He had already adjusted himself, but he still didn't expect the young woman's preemptive attack to be so relentless and violent.He concealed his shock with a forced smile. "I returned to China this time to fulfill Sang Xia's mission in the party. Because she organized donations in the United States for the motherland's war of resistance two years ago, she contracted a disease on the ship returning to Singapore from San Francisco and died on board." Sang Xia Xia's expression became a little sad, "Sang Xia told me that his father almost cut off contact with his aunt because her mother couldn't bear this aunt." The third uncle asked: "So, what is Sang Xia's mission in your organization?" Sang Xia shook her head regretfully: "I'm sorry, I won't even tell my parents." The third uncle fell silent. Originally, he should be the one who took the initiative and was in control of the situation, but Sang Xia completely disrupted all of this, so much so that he forgot all the rules of the game. Sang Xia scooped the last bit of soup in the soup bowl into her mouth, and then wiped the soup bowl with bread, which is the behavior of people who are used to Western food. The third uncle was about to withdraw from the chaos: "Then why did you tell me this?" Sang Xia smiled: "I know Uncle San is very interested in me. Moreover, I also know that you are not an ordinary person, but I still can't see what background is behind you." "Aren't you afraid that I'll report you?" Sang Xia analyzed calmly: "First of all, with your upbringing, I believe you will not betray a junior who trusts you and tells you the truth. In addition, you and your empress have such a deep relationship, and I can see that you Sincerely, you have reported on me, in the eyes of the empress, it is tantamount to accusing Sang Xia and even Amu. The empress will never forgive you." "So sure! Aren't you afraid of another outcome? If Yuqiong knew she was fooled by you, would she forgive you?" Sang Xia looked confident: "I believe she will forgive me." "Too conceited?" The third uncle had already let himself relax, and his current tone seemed to be making homework.This is exactly his wisdom. Since he can't control the situation for the time being, he might as well follow the situation. He likes to make the game as twisty as possible, so that the game can be interesting. Sang Xia continued to analyze: "The empress is pure because she trusts her intuition too much. She relies on this intuition, and things and the world are simple in her eyes. She intuitively judges right from wrong, good from evil. She will forgive me, but not Forgive an elder who betrays the younger generation, because she intuitively feels that these younger generation are of good conduct and cannot be blamed." Sang Xia's insights and conclusions about Zhu Yuqiong made the third uncle look at her with admiration, accurate and even precise.His gaze was even full of appreciation: "I have to admit, your insight is good." Sang Xia winked at the third uncle slyly, she looked like a little fox, and she actually talked about a deal with the third uncle who also looked like an old fox: "So after much deliberation, I think it's safest to live here Uncle San's inquiring about me, just like our inquiring about you, will not stop. In the process of inquiring about each other, we may be able to reciprocate and get what we need." The third uncle looked at Sang Xia calmly, as if he was pondering the feasibility of the deal.Now that both sides have shown their cards, the conversation is almost over. The doorbell rang, and Guan Ma walked to the gate.Sang Xia, who was facing the window, saw Hong Wangnan walk into Wang's house from outside the gate, her expression changed a little. The third uncle watched her, as if he had vaguely guessed something. Wang Duoying was still concentrating on playing the piano, or concentrating on venting, not noticing that Wang Mutian had walked in gently.Wang Mutian stood behind his sister, listening to the sound of the piano thoughtfully, reading the score with his eyes inadvertently, and also inadvertently stretched out his hand from behind his sister's shoulder to turn the score for her. Only then did Wang Duoying realize that there was someone in the room, and she jumped up: "What are you doing! You scared me!" "Flip the page for you." "Who wants you to look through! It's so easy to come and go from my room!" Wang Mutian was like a little rascal: "You can come in and out of my room as you please." Wang Duoying sat down angrily, and said, "Who wants to enter your stinking pig's nest!" As he spoke, he suddenly found the cigar in Wang Mutian's hand, "Okay, still smoking cigars! Steal Uncle San's?" Wang Mutian played the cigar pretending to be sophisticated: "Sister Xiaoxia said, you lose your temper by playing the piano, is it true? Whose temper is it?" These words touched Wang Duoying's sore spot, and her face sank: "Get out!" Wang Mutian was still heartless: "Old brother cares about you, you don't buy it? Who are you angry with? I can also hear that you play the piano like you smashed something: boom boom boom, broke a plate! boom boom ! An iron pot flew up the wall... Who is mad at?" The door was knocked softly, Wang Mutian jumped up, opened the door, and saw Hong Wangnan standing at the door, looking at Wang Duoying with concern. The conversation with Sang Xia was over, the third uncle stood up and walked out of the living room, Zhu Yuqiong came down from upstairs: "Oh, you're going to leave when I get down?" Uncle San turned around: "Aren't you asleep? Why are you up again?" Zhu Yuqiong had already woken up from the wine, and said: "I dozed off for a while, and now I am more awake than in the morning! Besides, Aying doesn't play the piano during the day, so I can't play eight in this time. It's so loud, it's like playing in my head!" Turning her head to look at Wang Duoying's closed door, "I made a fuss, and she stopped playing! This child...then you can sit with me for a while longer." Walking into the living room, Zhu Yuqiong saw Sang Xia at a glance, and couldn't help being pleasantly surprised: "Oh, this girl is back! Xiaoxia, we don't feel that you are at home. When you leave, the house seems to be half empty at night." !" She turned to the third uncle, "I don't know what happened, but if she sleeps in the study, give me courage!" The third uncle looked at Sang Xia with a smile, and the tension between the two of them just now completely disappeared. Sang Xia looked at Zhu Yuqiong with concern and said, "I haven't seen you for two days, my lady seems to have lost weight." "I wish I could be thinner! The cheongsams I made in the past were so expensive! Now I can't wear any of them! I want to change them for A Ying, but they still don't like them!" Zhu Yuqiong sat down and looked at Sang Xia, "By the way, you went out these two days without bringing a change of clothes, how did you live?" Sang Xia glanced at the third uncle, the third uncle remained calm, and now the two of them had a tacit secret: "I live in a hotel, take a bath at night and put on a bathrobe, I take off this skirt, Wash it and iron it dry." Zhu Yuqiong exaggeratedly turned to the third uncle, "Third brother, look, the three children in my family are not as capable as Xiaoxia! So she will travel here, and her mother will not worry." In the telephone booth on the street outside Wang's gate, Old Tang appeared again. He returned to his residence to take a shower, stared blankly for a while, and immediately became optimistic again.Optimism - this is the main driving force of his work. Old Tang reported the situation to Hirano: "The man has been found. He is now in the bungalow at No. 86 Ancient Priest Road." "That's the heart of the French Concession. What are you going to do?" Old Tang said very modestly: "So I ask you for advice." Hirano issued an order: "From now on, don't lose him. Every time he goes to a place and who he looks for, he must write it down." Old Tang was a little excited, he won Mr. Hirano's trust again, and said with full confidence: "Understood. Don't worry, I will seize the opportunity to touch the gourd along the vine, and I can touch gourds, big and small. Goodbye! " Old Tang was still careless, he didn't notice that there was a young man behind him standing behind the telegraph pole, watching him quietly. This young man is Xiao Ding from the Evergreen Tea Shop. After Hong Wangnan left the Yongqing Tea Shop, Ji Jiaming sent Xiao Ding to follow Hong Wangnan to ensure that Hong Wangnan would not be followed.Now Xiao Ding found that Old Tang was following Hong Wangnan, so he followed Old Tang.In Shanghai during the anti-Japanese period, such things as "mantis catching cicadas and orioles behind" often occurred. It was difficult for the stalkers to figure out whether they were cicadas, praying mantises, or orioles, or what kind of hunter was behind the orioles. Wang Duoying went out and looked around, but found nothing unusual, so she told Guan Ma not to talk too much, and went back to the bedroom.Hong Wangnan looked at the mysterious siblings and was puzzled: "You guys are so wary of Uncle Three..." 王多颖朝他“嘘”了一声，走到钢琴前，轻轻弹起一个优美单纯的旋律，“现在可以说话了。” 洪望楠接着发问：“你们怀疑三伯伯是日本方面的？” 王沐天表情很庄重，经过昨晚和洪望楠的一番出生入死，他们已经有了良好的信任基础，他说：“说不定他是俄国方面的，要么是法国、英国方面的，也说不准他是自己单方面的，我们一律提防。又不是光提防三伯伯一个人，管妈、老罗、管花园的大福，统统提防。” 王多颖边弹钢琴边插嘴：“包括朱玉琼。” 王沐天瞪了她一眼：“朱玉琼是你姆妈！” 王多颖不屑地说：“我记得她是谁，谢谢你提醒！你说三伯伯是自己单方面的，什么意思？” 洪望楠接过话：“现在上海，各国割据，为哪国搞情报的都有，为自己搞情报的也有。有人为钱搞情报，有人为政治搞情报。为钱搞情报的人就像做现货生意，到处搜罗大米白面，再囤积起来，谁出价高就抛出去。” 王沐天坐在琴凳上，把姐姐换下来。他的弹奏水平很初级，但用来掩护谈话已经足够。 王多颖和洪望楠很快又把话题扯到了神秘的“公寓女人”上，洪望楠要解释，王多颖马上用手捂住耳朵：“我不要听你解释！” 洪望楠很无辜：“我现在的工作，有时候会有女同志配合，你为什么胡思乱想，出口伤人？” 王沐天看了他们一眼，为了掩盖他们的争执，把弹琴的音量增加了上去。 王多颖根本不信：“你冒这么大的风险跑来，就为了跟我辩解两句，那就是你心虚！”她好像要把洪望楠的借口堵死，同时也没想过要给自己留条后路。 解释是心虚，不解释是不在乎，王多颖也太难对付了，无论说什么，她都能找到破绽。洪望楠张了一下嘴巴，不说话了。 王多颖一看洪望楠不说话了，继续发难：“你为了工作男女授受不亲，我懂，我理解，我不怪你好了吧？你可以走了吗？” “我们没有授受不亲！”洪望楠哭笑不得，不知道如何为自己辩解。 王多颖冷笑一下：“好的，没有授受不亲，无非在一道过了一夜两夜！为重大的工作，我统统理解！” 洪望楠忍不住失望：“阿颖！你怎么会有这么脏的脑筋！” “我的脑筋脏？”王多颖一下子暴跳起来，“为了工作，你们做出什么事都不脏，我说说反而脏了！” 王沐天赶紧把钢琴弹得震天动地，他也听不下去了：“姐姐！你想到哪里去了！” 洪望楠筋疲力尽地说：“那个女同志只是在我公寓里休息了一下……” “一下？一下算多少钟点？五个钟点还是八个钟点？还是从夜里月落星稀直到太阳升起？事实是一直到上午九十点钟，她才姗姗出门，把你房门的钥匙交给了公寓夜班经理。我没有说错吧？” 王沐天的手不是在弹钢琴，简直是在打铁了。楼下客厅的朱玉琼再也无法忍受这噪音，冲到王多颖卧室门口，用力敲门：“喂！有这样弹琴的吗？琴都要给你弹散架了！” 王沐天用眼神示意姐姐坐到他的位置上继续弹琴。他走到门口：“姆妈，这是新式弹法，我刚刚听了一张唱片，是美国作曲家歌圩温作的曲，听过吗？” “美国货的音乐，这么难听啊？” “多听听，听惯了就不难听了。” 朱玉琼嘟囔了几句，王沐天把她拉走。这一折腾，倒是破了洪望楠和王多颖的僵局。洪望楠走到王多颖身边，他们坐在一张琴凳上：“我再告诉你一遍，你这是庸人自扰。” 王多颖发泄了半天，把自己也折腾累了，不再逞强，开始了软弱的抱怨：“那就是说，你们的公寓有个长舌经理，是吧？他编出瞎话来让我怄气，让我坐在黄包车里流了一路眼泪，对吧？” 洪望楠拉起王多颖的手：“阿颖，我们俩最应该互相信任。没有和你定亲之前，我就把你当成自己的亲人，跟你一直情同手足。和平也好，打仗也好，以后这个国家、这个世界还不知会发生多大的变故，但我们俩是不会变的。到老了，病了，一个看护一个，一个把一个送走，最终再跟了去，这些都不会变的。” 这番告白洪望楠说得情真意切，王多颖很快被感动了，看着他流下眼泪。他又轻轻抱住她，在她的腮边温情地亲吻了一下：“阿颖，我们聚少离多，要是再彼此不信任，心里就会更苦，懂吗？” 王多颖为自己过激的行为感到羞愧，她像做保证似的用力点点头。 一切似乎风平浪静。 三伯伯一边抽雪茄，一边在被各种家具挤得不成方圆的空间里踱步，他有心事。摆牌戏的朱玉琼也看出来了：“你是不是有话要跟我说？” 三伯伯有些犹豫地“嗯”了一声：“我还没有想好怎么跟你说。” 朱玉琼反而紧张了：“真有话？” 三伯伯走过去，替她捡起掉在地上的两张牌：“这副牌可以扔掉了，方的都玩儿成圆的了！特别是三伏天，东西都返潮，摸上去黏糊糊的，像块肉皮！” 朱玉琼却不以为意，笑眯眯地说：“这是老宅里搬过来的。我婆婆生前玩的。你说像肉皮，差不多，有时候我觉得还带体温呢！” 三伯伯凝视着她说：“小霞说你怀旧，看来她看得很准啊。”东拐西拐，这话题算是扯到了桑霞身上。 “小霞说的？”一提桑霞朱玉琼就马上有了精神，“这姑娘我跟她有灵通，要不是没出五服，我就又做媒婆又做婆婆，让她嫁给宇风！” “刚才你不是说没想好怎么跟我说吗？现在想好没有？”朱玉琼的样子好像在等千钧霹雳。 三伯伯剪断雪茄的烟头，靠近朱玉琼，双眼充满关切：“你听了不要慌，啊。” 朱玉琼孩子似的点点头，在三伯伯面前，她是不愿意让自己成熟的——也许她从来就没有成熟过。 三伯伯紧张地看着朱玉琼：“上次放贷的几根条子赔了。” 朱玉琼张大嘴巴，两只眼睛瞪着三伯伯，过了片刻，方才大大地松了一口气：“哎哟，我当什么事呢！赔了拉倒，我晓得我是没有偏财运的人。”她继续玩牌，像什么也没发生一样。 三伯伯好像也松了口气，解释说：“米价涨得飞快，有金子的人一夜之间都把金子抛出去，囤米囤油。你不要担心，我已经让人到乡下收米去了。” 朱玉琼又随遇而安了：“有你，我担什么心啊？” “还有，你们家在江湾的老宅，宅基还是好的，我想雇一班工匠，把它修缮起来租出去。这样你每月可以有一笔进账。” 朱玉琼满不在乎：“江湾都快成日本城了，万一租房的是日本人，怎么办？我是不要把房子租给日本人的！” “当然不租给日本人。还有很多从敌占区逃难来的江南大户，想在上海长住，就租给这种人。” 三伯伯要走了，朱玉琼摇着蒲扇跟到门厅，看着三伯伯拿起衣架上的帽子和外衣，上去替他拉了一下背后的折子：“哟，这件衣服是翻新的？” 三伯伯回过身“嗯”了一声。 朱玉琼很不解：“这么省干什么啊？做一件新衣服也不要几个钱！明天我到'老人和'绸缎行去给你选一块料子……” 三伯伯笑笑：“不用了。这衣服不过是面子经了日晒，掉色了，其实没有什么磨损，翻一次新，又可以穿两三年。” 朱玉琼很有些不安：“你在我们身上这么舍得花钱，自己倒俭省成这样……” 三伯伯坐下来穿皮鞋，拿起牛角镶红木的鞋拔子，慢悠悠拔鞋：“男人要靠骨子里的派头，不靠外表时髦。太时髦了，反而轻浮。只要戴的表是好表，抽的烟是上等烟，皮鞋是个体面牌子，最要紧是张嘴要有好谈吐，进出哪个会所、俱乐部人家都不会小看你。” 朱玉琼接过他用过的鞋拔子，让他腾出手系鞋带，两人的动作处处显出默契。 三伯伯又说：“再说，这仗还不知道要打多久，原棉、生丝在现货交易场行情看涨，通货膨胀厉害得很，过日子稳些好。多件衣服，少件衣服，对一个男人，有什么两样？” 王多颖听着门厅的对话，小声告诉洪望楠：“好了，三伯伯要走了。” 洪望楠也打算回去，站起身说：“还有一件事我要嘱托给你。贺晓辉动了手术，假如我明后天回不来，你就以我的名义去诊所探望他。”他拿出一个预先准备好的信封，“这里面的钱应该够了。这个老犹太会看我的面子多少打点折扣。万一他狮子大开口，你给他签个名，等凑齐了钱再给他送去。” 王多颖接过信封，认真地点点头。 等三伯伯走后，洪望楠对王多颖说：“走，陪我去看看你妈。” 王多颖冷淡地说：“你去吧，我不去。我天天能看到她。” 洪望楠温柔地批评王多颖：“跟自己母亲生气生了一年，你也太任性了。” 说起这些，王多颖又开始愤愤了：“要不是她当时装病骗我，去年我就大学毕业了，说不定也像那些学生一样，到你们厂里去做志愿工人，跟你一块儿造飞机，痛痛快快投身抗日，哪像现在这么窝囊？” 洪望楠安慰她：“小姐，耐心一点，只要厂里允许我们接家眷，我头一个接你去！”看王多颖纹丝不动，便不再勉强，和她告别，一个人上楼去找朱玉琼。 桑霞从楼梯上下来，刚上了几级台阶的洪望楠抬起头，四目相遇，两人匆匆一笑。洪望楠慢慢登上楼梯，桑霞慢慢地步下楼梯。两人在同一个台阶上再次对视一笑，然后擦肩而过。那对视，那一笑好像若有所失，若有所得，含有无限意味。 朱玉琼走到小客厅沙发前坐下来，漫不经心地拿起茶几上的一本书翻开。书里夹着一副老花镜，她将眼镜戴上。和刚才的她相比，似乎添了一点岁数，也多了一丝忧悒。 洪望楠轻轻从楼梯口走到朱玉琼面前，轻轻叫了声：“王妈妈！” 朱玉琼惊讶地抬起头，见是洪望楠，赶紧摘下眼镜站起来，她有些激动：“望楠！嘿，你这个小鬼头，怎么跟孙猴子一样，一眨眼就变出来了？” 洪望楠扶朱玉琼坐下：“我从内地回来几天了，一直想来看看你，就是抽不出空。” 朱玉琼恍然大悟：“这我就有数了，阿颖这几天漂亮起来了，想问又没敢问她，原来是为悦己者容！快坐下，陪我说说话！”她剥出一颗松子，放在洪望楠面前的茶几上。 洪望楠生怕朱玉琼多想，便跟她诉苦：“但凡有办法，我会尽早把阿颖接到我身边。现在我是怕她吃不下那份苦。上海再不济，大米总是有的吃，您看，还有松子这样的零食。我们那里一片荒凉，蔬菜粮食都常常断炊，一断炊我们就只有美国军用罐头吃，我早就吃倒了胃口，别说阿颖了。” 朱玉琼心疼地看着洪望楠：“没想到造飞机这么苦……”她倒没多想，对洪望楠她是很放心的，这孩子她看着长大，对他的印象一直是积极，上进，有责任心，女儿跟着他也算是有了照应。 两人东拉西扯说了会儿话，洪望楠看时间不早，站起来，打算告辞。 朱玉琼跟着站起来，拉住洪望楠的手：“望楠，我知道，你总是让着阿颖，外面看她秀秀气气，其实心里倔得很，让你受委屈了。” 洪望楠轻轻拍着朱玉琼的手安慰她：“我比她大九岁，我不让她谁让她？”见朱玉琼把他往楼梯上送，忙笑着拦住，“您不要送了，我还要去阿颖房间拿帽子。” “路上当心点。”朱玉琼忧心忡忡地拍拍他的肩膀。洪望楠答应一声，刚走到楼梯口，却听到管妈接到一个要找洪先生的电话，他吃了一惊，从管妈手里拿过话筒：“喂，哪一位？” “是我，小丁。现在路口有个人在等你，你最好现在不要出来。” 桑霞在浴室里洗脸，一直悄悄聆听着外面的动静，听到洪望楠又回来，心下疑惑，不知道出了什么状况。 王多颖被王沐天鬼鬼祟祟拉着到了后院棚子，王沐天指着一个挖开的坑，坑里露出报纸和破布包着的摩托部件。王多颖一看紧张了，王沐天告诉她，这是从日本人手里缴获的，他希望她帮忙把这些东西运出去。 “运送到哪里？” 王沐天神秘地说：“运送到英租界老闸外一家修车行。” 王多颖蹭地一下站直了：“这不叫帮你忙，这叫帮你找死。你在外面闯祸，拆烂污，要我帮你收拾？”说完扭头就走。 王沐天从后面拉住她：“我帮了你那么大的忙，营救了望楠哥哥……” 王多颖板着脸：“那不是帮我的忙，你帮的是抗日救亡！” “营救望楠的时候，我不是出生入死？我的几个朋友不是九死一生？” “哦，原来你救望楠是有私心的，现在要拿那件事跟我做交易。” 王沐天辩白：“这不是交易，这是跟你建立统一战线，联盟起来抗日！” “我看这就是交易。我不干。”王多颖又抽身走去，王沐天跑上前，拦住她的路，马上换了一副无赖面孔：“姆妈今晚告诉我，家里已经有人知道我把摩托埋在这里，不赶快把它运出去的话，一旦消息走漏，我们全家都要进巡捕房，你也跑不了。想想看，你进了巡捕房什么滋味，你这一张面孔可以落一百多只蚊子！” 王多颖瞪着王沐天：“你这腔调怎么像拆白党啊？” 王沐天讨好地笑了：“只要你帮我忙，你骂我什么党都行。你是个女的，又漂亮，碰上巡捕盘查，容易混过去……” 王多颖打断他：“我是你姐姐，你就忍心用我演美人计啊？” 王沐天喊起了口号：“抗日救亡，匹夫有责！”