Chapter 12 chapter 11

On that night in the summer of 1939, Uncle San, who had always been in speculative business, agreed to do an unprofitable business for the first time: to use the convenient conditions of the bank to help the New Fourth Army manage an overseas donation.Uncle San successfully used this money to invest. Between 1939 and 1941, this money partially covered the medical expenses of the New Fourth Army, but he refused to accept commissions from the Communist Party.Because he believes that receiving a commission is tantamount to being hired, and he is unwilling to get involved in politics. He only hopes that Wang Mutian can be safe, so that he can be worthy of the Wang family and Zhu Yuqiong, whom he has loved for many years.Perhaps in his view, this is just a pure transaction.

Sang Xia and Uncle San left Shanghai the next day after their conversation that night, and went back to Nanyang to raise funds.After returning from Nanyang, the underground party organization sent her directly to the New Fourth Army headquarters in Longyan, southern Anhui for safety reasons. Wang Mutian did not see her for more than half a year.The organization also sent an old comrade to the fruit wholesale station to lead Wang Mutian and Xiaobao, and their drug delivery station lasted until the spring of 1940. In the spring of 1940, Wang Mutian entered the Fifth Branch of China Anti-Japanese Military and Political University to study, and then secretly joined the Communist Party of China.

In the same year, Wang Mutian formally joined the New Fourth Army in southern Anhui. He also joined the army with his little friend Xiao Zheng. Their other two partners, Xiao Liu and Xiao Gao, had followed Hong Wangnan as early as last year—to build planes to fight against Japanese invaders. What they both identified as the most effective anti-war work. Although the food and housing conditions are a bit more difficult, the intense and orderly life makes Wang Mutian feel extremely fulfilled, which is exactly the life he dreams of.The first few months in the base area of ​​the New Fourth Army were the happiest and most exciting time in his life.He not only studies war theory, but also participates in actual combat exercises, and can often see Sang Xia...Of course, this is a little secret of his.

It can be seen that more than a year of training has produced obvious effects on Wang Mutian.He is still young, but you will find that he is very different from last year: his eyes reveal a strange thing from time to time, which is a maturity and firmness that is not proportional to his age. In Shanghai in 1940, there were a few traces of weirdness floating in the air, full of ambiguity and chill.If you are looking for spokespersons for the two, the third uncle and Heping Yeguchuan are undoubtedly the best candidates: the third uncle is still calmly drinking his red wine, smoking his cigar, and playing his billiards; the Japanese businessman Hirano who has always been low-key But Gu Chuan surfaced and turned into a Japanese major—he was originally a soldier, and the businessman was just a cover.

The third uncle shot the shot cleanly, and with a crisp sound, one ball hit the other ball, the ball rolled back and forth along a wonderful route, and then the two balls fell into the pocket at the same time.He straightened up, with a slightly smug look on his face that had always been concealed. Next to him is still the Dutch golfer Van Daalen, a golfer and a business partner. Van Dalen applauded casually. His interest was obviously not in the ball, but in the international situation: "After Hideki Tojo replaced Janie Mo as prime minister, the United States is still negotiating with Japan. What's the point? Roosevelt is just talking about By delaying time, we can prepare more fully for war. However, Japan may be using negotiations to delay time and prepare for a world war. In May this year, Germany occupied France, and Japan began to implement their plan, because Hitler focused the attention of Britain and the United States. If it is diverted, Japan can completely overthrow the control of the Dutch colonial government in Indonesia, seize Indonesia’s oil resources, occupy Myanmar at the same time, and cut off the Burma Road, so that the Chongqing government’s access to foreign aid will be cut off. If the Japanese If the plan can be realized, their dominance in Asia will basically be established."

Seeing that the third uncle was listening to his information and analysis very carefully, Van Daalen continued: "However, Hitler also hoped that Japan could hold back the United States. Even if the United States entered the war, it would be trapped by Japan in the Pacific Ocean. Recently, Hitler and Stalin Not kissing again, maybe the "German-Soviet Non-Aggression Pact" will be torn up. It won't be long before Stalin will conclude a non-aggression pact with Japan. Stalin is unwilling to deal with Hitler and Japan at the same time. Two-front warfare will be very exhausting. Yes. Want details?"

The third uncle asked: "What about the price?" Van Dalen smiled, he was very relieved about this old customer: "Talk slowly in a while." The third uncle sat down: "About China's domestic news, what new things do you have? I mean all kinds of news." Van Dalen said in a low voice, "I have a priceless piece of news: the Japanese are planning to host a banquet for Chiang Kai-shek through an intermediary." The third uncle was a little excited: "How reliable is the news?" "Eighty-five percent." Van Dalen observed Uncle Three's reaction, "Do you still want to hear domestic news? The Kuomintang suffered a big loss in the battle of Huangqiao, and now it has made up its mind to deal with the Communist Party severely. They're going to make a big move."

The third uncle's expression changed: "What kind of big move?" "For example, create an excuse to reorganize the New Fourth Army. It is called reorganization, but it is actually abolishing the establishment." A waiter came in and whispered to the third uncle that there was a call for him. The third uncle apologized softly to Fan Dalun and walked out of the billiard room. Zhu Yuqiong's voice kept trembling on the phone: "Something has happened! Our father-in-law was beaten until he bled from the Japanese soldiers, and he was arrested by the gendarmerie!"

"Our father-in-law", these words have a background, the third uncle and Zhu Yuqiong have been secretly engaged, on the day Wang Mutian joined the party. Hong Jianchen was teaching in the classroom of St. John's University. Hirano Tanigawa led more than a dozen Japanese military police into the classroom. He charged Hong Jianchen with insulting the glory and dignity of the Great Japan.After a fierce conflict, the Japanese soldiers pulled out their gleaming bayonets, and the students could only watch helplessly as the respected professor was taken away. Major Hirano and the clerk were sitting in the interrogation room of the Japanese Gendarmerie Detention Center. Hong Jianchen, covered in blood, was dragged in and placed on a chair.This 60-year-old man had just suffered a beating, and he was gasping for breath in pain, and his body kept sliding down from the chair.Hirano looked worriedly at the old man with a dusty complexion, he was worried that Hong Jianchen would suddenly die halfway, and that would be a big trouble.

"Professor Hong, it is really helpless to bring a famous professor like you here, and it is also an unpleasant misunderstanding. Now we are here to clear up this misunderstanding. As long as you sign this document, you can be released immediately. He winked at the guard beside him, and the guard walked up to Hong Jianchen holding the document with the words "Repentance Letter" printed on it. Hirano handed the letter of repentance to Hong Jianchen: "Sign your name, and you can go home." Hong Jianchen opened his swollen eyelids, glanced at the letter-printed letter of repentance, and closed his eyes.

Hirano smiled a bit reluctantly: "Don't be so arrogant! You can't step down for me, can you? You sign your name, and we can all step down. You can go home now!" The old professor remained motionless. "Oh, I know what you're worried about. Don't worry, all signed confessions will be kept in secret in our special high school, and no one will ever know. Our soldiers of the Great Japanese Empire always keep their word." The interrogation room was silent for a while, only the sound of Hong Jianchen's labored breathing.Hirano tapped the table with his finger, but Hong Jianchen still didn't respond. Hirano stood up, with a condescending attitude: "If you offend the Great Japanese Empire, you must pay a gift, right? Even in private, it is normal to make an apology. A letter of repentance is an apology. Westerners will fight you when they are offended. Woolen cloth." Looking at Hong Jianchen with a calm and indifferent face, Hirano suddenly slammed his fist on the table: "Hey, don't think I don't know who you are! Your son Hong Wangnan is an expert in aircraft manufacturing of the Kuomintang, and he is directing his workers to build aircraft to deal with us Great Japanese Imperial Army!" Hong Jianchen remained motionless, with a look of aloofness that would kill and cut. Hirano sneered: "If you don't sign, you will never see your beloved son again!" There was a sudden scream in the corridor, obviously not a person's voice, Hong Jianchen heard the cry, opened his eyes slightly, Hirano noticed his expression, and said slowly: "These people are going to the execution ground soon Sent to die, do you want to be like them?" The phone rang, and Hirano picked it up. It was his superior, Colonel Mishima: "The radio stations of the Associated Press and Agence France-Presse have broadcast this news. You must immediately find a way to deal with this old man's case. If he does not surrender , and executed him secretly as soon as possible. The Westerners in Shanghai are pretentious and always think that they are the messengers of democracy and freedom, as if they are the saviors of the Asians. If the old professor’s problem is not handled properly, the Japanese will be punished by them. Propaganda as a barbaric nation that persecutes scholars and is anti-civilized, they are already attacking and abusing us like this..." Hirano asked respectfully: "Then what do you mean, when will the secret execution be executed?" "Look at his repentance. If he repents, we can use this repentance letter to publicize and silence the western press!" "How long to give him?" "Tomorrow night at most." There were several gunshots in the yard, and Hong Jianchen who was shocked opened his eyes and looked out the window at the autumn sky with clear clouds and high sky. The faint final cries and groans of the executed man followed, followed by sporadic shots. Hong Jianchen trembled for a moment on his blood-crusted lips.A few pigeons flew across the sunny blue sky outside the window, and their whistles blew long, as if lamenting for the nameless martyrs. At the end of the clear sky, the roar of the plane gradually approached. The sound seemed ominous. Soon, planes flew over the treetops of the tropical forest, shaking the entire forest like a hurricane. In a fighter jet located in a workshop of Lei Yun's Central Aircraft Manufacturing Plant, Hong Wangnan was checking the communication system of a small airliner that had just been repaired, with an American engineer standing beside him.Hong Wangnan said to his assistant Xiao Liu: "Please chief engineer Wen Xin to take a look. He is an expert in this area. Anyway, this is President Jiang's car, and it must be cleaned up perfectly before it can be released." Xiao Liu's face was dark, but he was full of heroism. There was no sign of the past on his upright face. He answered "yes" and turned around and ran away. Wen Xin came quickly. He sat in front of the communication equipment with earphones on and checked for a while, then patted the American engineer on the shoulder, and told him in English: "It couldn't be better, buddy, the communication equipment is surprisingly sensitive." Hong Wangnan reminded Wen Xin: "Please give me a specific report. This is President Jiang's car, we must guarantee..." Wen Xin interrupted Hong Wangnan coldly: "I knew it was Lao Jiang's car! Followed quickly, Lao Jiang just changed his mind when he was promoted to the president of the Kuomintang!" Feeling angry, he would give Hong Wangnan a face when he found a chance.Hong Wangnan has long been used to this, and I am afraid that this knot cannot be solved. Wen Xin suddenly opened his eyes wide: "I seem to hear a large group of planes flying from the northeast." The American engineer immediately came to him: "A large group of planes?" Wen Xin listened for a while, and his expression became more and more nervous: "Stop the work quickly, organize air defense immediately, just in case..." Hong Wangnan was dubious: "If you stop the operation, there will be losses in organizing the air defense. Please listen again. Is there anything wrong?" Wen Xin didn't even look at Hong Wangnan, and threw the earphones into Hong Wangnan's hand: "If you don't believe me, just listen to yourself!" After saying that, he shook his hands and walked away, and came to the cabin door, ready to get off the plane. "What are you doing?" "The behavior of a kidnapped man." In an instant, the air defense alarm rang throughout the aircraft factory, and the people in the factory became nervous and began to run around, but no matter how they ran, they couldn't get rid of the dark clouds hanging over their heads. Anti-aircraft machine guns opened fire on the bombers flying the Japanese flag. The bombers rose to avoid the firepower of the anti-aircraft machine guns and retaliated against the anti-aircraft guns with more violent bombing. The dense bombs were excreted by the bombers.Where the bomb fell, flames blazed everywhere, plumes of smoke billowed, and walls collapsed, creating a doomsday scene.An aerial bomb landed next to Chiang Kai-shek's personal car that had just been overhauled, gasoline exploded, and the plane was submerged in a sea of ​​flames and smoke. The Japanese side did not want to allow themselves any losses, and the sneak attack ended soon.Hong Wangnan lost his life, and Wen Xin beside him was scorched all over, looking for his glasses in a panic. Corpses covered with white sheets were neatly lined up on the scorched grass. Wang Nan, whose upper body and face were covered with bandages, walked over, lifted a white sheet, identified... stood up straight, and walked to the next corpse. A burnt cotton sock was exposed from the white quilt, with a red and blue decoration on the sleeve of the cotton sock.Those are Xiao Liu's cotton socks.Xiao Liu wore these cotton socks when he followed Hong Wangnan on the first day. Hong Wangnan wanted to cry, but knelt down in front of Xiao Liu's corpse. News of the bombing of the Leiyun Aircraft Factory reached Shanghai the next day.Early in the morning, Zhu Yuqiong ran to Wang Duoying's bedroom in a panic: "Hurry up and listen to the radio upstairs, something serious has happened!" The announcer is broadcasting the news that the Central Aircraft Manufacturing Plant was bombed: "The Central Aircraft Manufacturing Plant has undergone two relocations, and the scale of the factory today is much larger than the former factory area. Yesterday morning, 40% of the factory buildings were bombed down. The place of destruction is the factory's hospital..." Wang Duoying stood motionless at the door of the small living room like a thunderclap.Zhu Yuqiong looked at her worriedly, and after a while, she finally cried.Zhu Yuqiong also wiped away her tears: "Maybe Wang Nan is fine. Go ahead and visit your Hong's mother's house. I'm really worried that she won't be able to take this blow." Wang Duoying nodded silently and walked down the stairs. Wang Duoying rushed to Hong's house and stayed in front of the door for a while before mustering up the courage to knock on the door.Hong Wangmei opened the door, her eyes were red, obviously she had just experienced a bitter cry.The thin Sun Bining came up to meet them, looked at them, but suddenly smiled softly: "Silly boy, why are you crying?" She gently embraced Hong Wangmei and Wang Duoying in her arms, and comforted them in turn: "The bad news is coming!" Now, you have to think about worse things. The worst is coming, and you have to learn to think about it, because at least it won’t get worse. The bad news has knocked us down, how can we wait for them to come back?” On a train bound for Shanghai, a young woman was sitting by the window, reading the newspaper of the day.She gently put down the newspaper, and looked out of the window with a sad face.The sky outside the window is low and dark, and the autumn rain is like fog. The harvested rice fields are wet and dry. Compared with the fields in spring and summer, they look very embarrassed. From the reflection of the glass, she seemed to see the flames and thick smoke, a man struggling to run towards her, approaching... As the night comes, the seemingly absent jazz in the Shanghai Club blends with the whistle of the giant ship in the distance. Both the jazz and the sound of the ship seem mysterious and sad.The third uncle stood on the terrace of the guild hall, leaning on the railing to look at the boats passing by on the Huangpu River and lighting up the lights.Falfo came over, clutching a cigar in his fingers, and leaned heavily on the railing. Falfort glanced at the newspaper hanging in Uncle Third's hand, and said, "The Japanese blew up the apple of the eye of the Chinese and Americans. It was a nightmare." The third uncle said blankly: "The nightmare doesn't seem to affect your mood." "France has been occupied by Germany for more than five months. Time has consumed all my sorrow." The third uncle suddenly sneered: "I already knew that there would be such a nightmare ending. During the war between the two countries, how could they invest so much in an aircraft factory of this size! How many state-of-the-art aircraft can be bought with the money invested in this factory?" Confused! People who can’t do business well can’t do politics well!” Falfort didn't want to talk about this topic again: "Dude, you are so eager to find me because you want me to hear your opinion?" The third uncle took out an envelope from his coat pocket: "You have made money." Falfoy took the envelope and stuffed it into his pocket nonchalantly, anyway, the third uncle would never let him lose money. Falfort gave the third uncle a meaningful look: "There have been so many times that you have posted money for me, and it's not that I didn't realize it. Japan, Germany, and Italy formed the Axis Allies. Maybe one day early in the morning, Open your eyes, the French Concession no longer exists, and the whole of Shanghai has become a Japanese Concession. At that time, I had nothing to do in Shanghai. According to an old Chinese saying, you raise a soldier for a thousand days, and use it for a while. You, Mr. Wang, raised me as a soldier. For several years, they must have wanted to use me in a big crisis." Falfort is undoubtedly very smart, so there is no need to go around when talking to him. The third uncle asked Falfort: "You and the Japanese—whether they are in the military or in politics, as long as they are influential and authoritative Japanese, you can talk to them. Are you friendly?" "You know I don't like the Japanese. I hate people who don't have a sense of humor. The Germans, the Japanese, they don't have a sense of humor, so they don't solve problems by poking fun at the diplomatic table through politics, so they always mobilize War, use war to solve problems. But I am confident that I can charm a so-called influential Japanese." Falfoy grinned triumphantly, "Ask all the beauties in Shanghai about my charm, I can knock birds out of trees Up and down." The two walked into the billiard room, and the third uncle told the truth: "I have a friend who I have known since we were young. He is a well-known art historian. He was seriously injured by the Japanese military police yesterday. ..." Falfoy was puzzled: "Then find a doctor! Why are you looking for me?" "Listen to me. The Japanese wounded him and arrested him. I've asked someone for information since yesterday, but I can't find any information." "Is he an anti-Japanese element?" "The Japanese think he is." Falfoy stared at the third uncle, and suddenly asked: "You do all kinds of business, why haven't you done business with the Japanese?" The third uncle smiled wryly: "Why didn't I do business with the Japanese? Of course I did. I entrusted a Japanese who did business with me to inquire. Maybe he is too insignificant to reach anyone in the military who can talk .” Falfort looked very embarrassed: "Even if they can speak up, who would speak for a Chinese scholar who resisted the Japanese? The Japanese hate Chinese soldiers first, and Chinese universities second. Didn't you see that Fudan moved to the inland How did they spoil the Fudan campus? Classrooms were smashed, desks were burned as firewood, and the army’s stables and brothels were moved in! So now they can’t find Chinese soldiers to vent their anger. Chinese scholars will definitely retaliate severely." The third uncle patted Falfoy on the shoulder and looked at him with confidence: "I know all of this, so I'm looking for you." Falfort took a puff on the cigar, and the third uncle picked up the stick and continued, "This Professor Hong is already sixty-five years old. I'm worried that he won't be able to withstand the torture, so please hurry up. You will be paid a fee." Falfoy leaned on the edge of the plate, hit a ball, the ball hit the pocket, he smiled: "I heard that there is still a reward, my luck is not the same!" "I have a friend, an Englishman. He knows a Japanese woman named Edo Koko. She has supernatural powers and has contacts with all the top figures in the Japanese military. The German major Mailer who killed countless Jews in Warsaw came to Shanghai. Well, the Jews who fled from Europe to Shanghai were all frightened and half crazy, because they heard that this major, nicknamed the Warsaw Butcher, came to Shanghai to formulate a plan with the Japanese army to exterminate the Jewish refugees in Shanghai. The Jews spent a lot of money I got through the relationship with Mrs. Xiangzi, and wanted to find out the mission of the Warsaw Butcher in Shanghai. It is said that Mrs. Xiangzi helped the Jews and provided them with the information they need. If your charm can charm this Japanese woman, It's the best." Falfoy became interested: "I have to charm her clothes first." The third uncle smiled: "I have no objection." As soon as Sang Xia arrived in Shanghai, she was miraculously changed. She wore a cheongsam and a woolen beret. She looked like a fashionable woman. No one could tell that she was a female Communist living in the army.After tidying up, she came to the hall and asked the waiter to inform the third uncle that she found a small table and sat down. The third uncle quickly walked over from the billiard room, saw Sang Xia smiling all over his face, and greeted him very politely: "I have kept you waiting for a long time." His politeness seemed to show a kind of distance, and Sang Xia smiled slightly, She's used to the distance.After the showdown between her and the third uncle that night last summer, the relationship between them was no longer a family relationship, but a cooperative relationship. "It's not bad luck. I received 12 cents of interest on the loan I issued for your 'old four'. This is my most conservative investment, but I can't use your money to save lives and heal the wounded to make risky investments." The third uncle put a few Zhang's long-prepared report was placed in front of Sang Xia, "These are the details of loans and benefits, take a look." Falfoy walked into the bar from the billiard room, saw Sang Xia, made a face with Uncle Third, and walked towards the bar again. After reading the report, Sang Xia said, "Thank you, I'm here to discuss this matter with you. The relationship with Wuxi Pharmaceutical Factory has been established, and a large sum of money will be needed soon." "When will the withdrawal be made?" "How about tomorrow?" "Tomorrow is Monday, before the bank closes, come to my bank and I will prepare the money for you." Sang Xia showed puzzlement on her face: "I remember when I told you about this last year, you haggled with me on the commission for a long time, but I heard that you finally confiscated a penny of our commission." The third uncle took a sip of red wine and said leisurely: "Bargaining wins. I like to be the one who locks the price in the end. Some men put their aggressiveness and belligerence on the battlefield, and some put it on the field. Some are placed in the love field. The trading field is my battlefield and competition field, and bargaining can bring out my offensive power and belligerence.” The two made an appointment to withdraw money from his office on time at 4:30 the next day. Sang Xia pushed a prepared note in front of the third uncle and said, "This is the amount of the money." The third uncle saw all the cash withdrawals, and became a little worried. With such a large amount, Shanghai is in such a mess now, it is too unsafe.Sang Xia reassured him that someone would go with her then.The third uncle sighed: "Now the Japanese are much more presumptuous in Shanghai than last year. They seem to have a premonition that the concession will be lost, and they arrest people casually in the concession. The territory of the American Episcopal Church is also arrested and beaten whenever they want. Hong Jianchen was wounded by the Japanese military police yesterday, and was sent to the military police again." "Professor Hong? Wang Nan's father?" Sang Xia was stunned. Although she had never communicated with Hong Jianchen, she had heard about it from other people. This is a respectable professor.Now that Hong Wangnan's life and death are uncertain, the Hong family is really unfortunate. The third uncle said sadly: "Well. I'm trying to rescue him. He's sixty-five years old, and he's injured so badly..." He didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, "You call me at five o'clock tomorrow, we Then determine the method of withdrawal." Falfort came over, holding two glasses of champagne in his hands, and looked at Sang Xia: "Do I have the honor to treat the beautiful lady to a drink?" The third uncle pushed Falford away: "This is a girl from a good family, don't harass her!" At this time, he naturally showed the attitude of an elder.This made Sang Xia regain the feeling of "the third uncle", and she felt warm. Falfour retorted: "I am also the son of a good family!" Sang Xia generously took the slender champagne glass from Falfort's hand and said, "I'm not very good at drinking. But thank you." The Richard Hotel, full of neoclassicism, is one of the most famous Western-style hotels in Shanghai, where many important events for foreigners are held.Three Five Tobacco Company will hold an anniversary reception here tonight. It was just evening, and luxuriously dressed guests were arriving one after another, walking towards the elevator in groups.Sang Xia walked in through the revolving glass door, and the third uncle quickly appeared behind her and said to her, "Wait a minute, Falfort is going to introduce me to that mysterious Japanese lady, you wait here for me." Sang Xia nodded and watched Uncle San walking towards a small circle of Westerners beside the elevator. Falfort shook hands with the third uncle, and then led him to a Japanese woman in her thirties who was sitting in a kimono in the hall. The third uncle and the Japanese woman bowed and greeted each other.Sang Xia looked at them with concern.Falfort said something, and all three of them burst out laughing. Sang Xia looked around, there were luxurious flowers, classical oil paintings, exquisite and extravagant furniture and decorations, and there was no sign of war.The third uncle approached her and introduced: "It is said that this is the most luxurious hotel in the Far East. The open-air garden restaurant on the roof is also a fairy tale at home and abroad." Sang Xia smiled incredulously, and said, "At this time two days ago, Ah Mu and I were sharing a potato! This season, when the potato has just been dug out, the soldiers won't have to worry about going hungry." When the third uncle heard Wang Mutian's name, a trace of displeasure immediately appeared on his face. He led Sang Xia to a coffee shop on the side, sat down at a table away from the hall, took out a key and a small note and said : "I opened a room for you in the hotel. There is a safe in the room. I put the money in the safe. This is the key to the room. The safe password is written on the note. After remembering the password, put the note Burned. You can keep the money in this safe. When your people can safely leave Shanghai with the money, when will you come to get it? After you get the money, let me know and I will come to settle the room Money. After much deliberation, this is the safest way. The Richard Hotel is a stronghold of the British, and the British police watch it closely, so it is safe." Sang Xia stuffed the key into the bag, wrote down the four digits on the note, then squeezed the note into a small ball, stuffed it into her mouth, and swallowed it quickly.The third uncle went on to say: "Also, President Jiang is definitely going to attack the New Fourth Army. The Huangqiao Incident lost 20,000 people to the Kuomintang, and two lieutenant generals really made him anxious. He sent a message to completely deal with the New Fourth Army. The plan has been drawn up, and an army of 100,000 people is moving to southern Anhui and northern Jiangsu, heading towards the headquarters of the New Fourth Army. It looks like another siege. So, if you think this information is reliable, please bring it to the New Fourth Army boss." Sang Xia said thank you, and nodded solemnly. The third uncle lowered his voice: "There is another piece of information. The Japanese troops stationed at the Shanghai airport will go to Hangzhou next Saturday to assist the Japanese troops over there to destroy the New Fourth Army guerrillas. Therefore, the defense of the airport will be greatly weakened. If we can take this opportunity Attack the airport: first, it can destroy part of the Japanese aircraft; second, it can seize part of the Japanese military supplies and ammunition in the airport warehouse. I hope this information will allow the New Fourth Army to obtain real benefits immediately.” Sang Xia smiled slightly: "We get benefits, what about the third uncle? Don't you charge fees?" The third uncle leaned back in his chair: "There is no charge. What do I eat? What does the Wang family eat? It is said that I charge for it, and the higher the charge, the more valuable the detective is. But the price I want cannot be paid by the New Fourth Army." rise." The third uncle's face darkened in an instant: "The price I want is to bring Amu back to me immediately." Wang Mutian is the third uncle's biggest knot all the time. Sang Xia had expected him to say this: "Ah Mu is improving very fast now..." The third uncle interrupted her bluntly: "I don't care about that, I don't understand the progress you are talking about. I only understand that Ah Mu can't lose his life on the battlefield, especially now that Lao Jiang is going to take the New Fourth Army. Ah Mu is His mother's lifeblood, therefore, is my lifeblood. All I did was not for you, nor for the New Fourth Army, but for Amu." He stood up angrily, "You New Fourth Army should pay for this tea. Can you afford it? Goodbye." Then he turned and walked out the door. Sang Xia stared at the back of the third uncle with mixed feelings. This man who is in charge of the business world seems to be old, maybe because he has too many burdens on him.She used to think that he was complicated, but now it seems that everything he did was actually very simple, just for the feelings in his heart. As soon as the third uncle left, Hong Wangmei arrived. Sang Xia saw her walking into the elevator with a group of foreigners, and she was curious. Didn't something happen to her family? She didn't know what she was doing here. Hong Wangmei was carrying a large canvas bag and stood among men and women from all over the world, staring at the elevator lights flashing one after another.A Western man made some obscene joke in a low voice, and several women laughed at the same time.Hong Wangmei glared at them fiercely, and at the same time reached into her bag and took out several mimeographed articles. Before the Western men and women stopped joking, the elevator stopped, the door opened, and they went out laughing. Hong Wangmei threw some mimeographed leaflets on their backs while the elevator door was still open.The rest of the guests in the elevator stared in amazement at the angry girl behaving strangely. Hong Wangmei came here to question the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, Wu, who was a former student of her father. He had promised her to send an open letter calling for her father's release, but he changed his mind due to the pressure from Japan. The little hope she had left was quickly shattered, and she broke her heart and came here directly. At the entrance of the garden on the roof, Hong Wangmei was stopped by a gatekeeper: "Miss, do you have a ticket?" Hong Wangmei pretended to flip through the canvas bag, and said sorry that the ticket was lost, and the gatekeeper said in a businesslike manner: "Miss, I am also sorry: today is the British 35 brand cigarette company, and many reporters and important guests are invited. Tickets do not allow entry." Hong Wangmei nodded frequently to show her understanding: "I know. I am a reporter from the Newspaper, and I was invited to interview..." The gatekeeper looked at Hong Wangmei suspiciously. She looked too young. She begged in a low voice, "Mr. Trouble! I graduated from university and just joined this newspaper. I am still a trainee reporter. If you don't let me interview tonight, My job is about to be knocked off!" Looking at the lovely and pitiful Hong Wangmei, the gatekeeper relented and asked her to put the bag on the table in front of her for routine inspection.Feeling guilty, Hong Wangmei instinctively tucked the large canvas bag behind her back: "In the bag is the paper for writing manuscripts." The gatekeeper didn't want to talk to Hong Wangmei any more, and called another old gatekeeper not far away: "Hey, come and check this lady's bag." The old gatekeeper walked towards Hong Wangmei slowly, Hong Wangmei was a little panicked, and suddenly rushed to the door, nimbly slipped through the crowd, and entered the densest group. At the reception, several Japanese men and women dressed in kimonos bowed ninety degrees to other guests.Hong Wangmei saw a group of Chinese and foreign journalists interviewing the big class of Sanwu Cigarette Company, so she crowded in front of him.Editor-in-Chief Wu was also standing among the reporters. When he saw Hong Wangmei, he quickly turned around to avoid it. The gatekeeper who followed closely looked at the group of reporters, but Hong Wangmei could not be seen for a moment. As soon as a reporter's question was over, Hong Wangmei pretended to open a stack of mimeographed paper and asked the third and fifth classes in English: "Excuse me, what do you think about the arrest of the famous St. John's scholar Professor Hong Jianchen by the Japanese military police? " Class three and five were at a loss, and smiled apologetically, saying they didn't know about it.Hong Wangmei asked aggressively: "You don't know? This matter is well known in Shanghai, both in the Chinese and foreign concessions!" Class three and five asked Hong Wangmei to briefly tell him the ins and outs of the incident, and Hong Wangmei raised her voice: "Professor Hong did not salute the Japanese flag, was severely injured by the Japanese military police in the classroom, and was arrested and sent to the military police detention center. The academic circles in Shanghai are outraged!" The third and fifth classes were well-informed and shrugged helplessly: "This thing doesn't sound new, like what Japanese soldiers have always liked to do." Hong Wangmei wanted to say something else, but the gatekeeper reached out from behind several reporters and grabbed her arm: "Miss, please get out immediately!" Hong Wangmei tried her best to break away from the gatekeeper and squeezed out of the group of reporters. At the same time, she took out a stack of mimeographed press releases, turned around and threw them at the reporters.All of a sudden, English press releases printed on low-quality paper wafted in the evening wind.Classes 3 and 5 picked up a sheet and read it quickly, with an angry expression on their faces. The Japanese guests also dropped two pieces of clogs, picked them up and looked shocked: "Anti-Japanese propaganda!" This incident damaged the reputation of their Great Japanese Empire, it was too bad, they were nervous, and stared at the perpetrators. Hong Wangmei was climbing to the highest point of the building—the cement fence of the rooftop garden restaurant. Soon, her feet tremblingly stood on the edge of the fence on the top of a dozen-story building, looking at the brightly lit Shanghai below her feet. The Japanese male guest yelled: "Catch her! She is spreading rumors! Propaganda against Japan!" All Chinese and foreign reporters looked at Hong Wangmei worriedly.Class three and five were especially worried and approached her slowly. Hong Wangmei turned around precariously, and shouted angrily: "I didn't spread rumors, because I am the daughter of Professor Hong. They beat and killed my father. I am a witness. My name is Hong Wangmei, I am 22 years old, and I am a saint.约翰大学三年级学生。我在教室里亲眼看见日本宪兵用枪托打我六十五岁的父亲。十几个士兵轮流用枪托打他，用脚踢他，直到我父亲七窍流血，昏迷不醒，又把他拖进宪兵队的囚车。为了什么？就是因为我父亲不愿意向日本国旗敬礼！先生们，女士们，日本军队占领了我们大片的国土，但是想占领我们的心灵，就由不得他们了，想让我们心服口服，踩在我们自己的尊严上，这也由不得他们。诚实地说，我们的感情能不能让他们征服，这也由不得我们！” 在场众人抬起头，静静地看着洪望梅，显然被她的话感染了。 一个日本男客转过脸，悄悄掏出手枪，一脸怒气地向洪望梅逼近。他不得不生气，因为他正是把洪涧琛抓走的平野谷川。他对围栏上的洪望梅举着枪说：“你公然宣传抗日，我必须送你到宪兵队去！” 三五大班带着他的两个健壮的保镖向平野走来。大班对平野下了逐客令：“我的酒会是严禁带武器的，你私带武器入场，我宣布你是不受欢迎的人。请你立刻离开。” 平野傲慢地看了一眼三五大班，好像没听到，继续持枪向洪望梅逼近。 洪望梅侧着身体，沿着围栏向另一头移动以躲避平野，嘴里也没闲着：“大家都看见了吧？他们就是这样来征服我们心灵的！” 平野怒吼一声，朝天开了一枪。参加酒会的人们心惊胆战，纷纷躲闪。两个持枪的日本兵在军曹带领下直闯入口，一个身材高大的锡克侍卫欲上前阻拦，日本兵立即亮出刺刀，逼迫锡克侍卫后退，显然他们是有备而来。 楼下大厅的桑霞看到几个日本兵把守着大门，不知道发生了什么。饭店经理对受到惊吓的客人解释：“这个女学生的父亲是个著名教授，在教室里教课的时候，当场被日本宪兵打成重伤，随后被抓进了宪兵队，不知道日本人会不会杀他。所以她到楼顶花园，请求参加酒会的新闻界人士营救她父亲。所以请大家暂时肃静，在大厅里等一等，等到楼上的局势清晰以后再说……” 桑霞明白了，不禁为洪望梅捏了把汗，迅速赶到楼顶看看能不能帮她一把。 平野又朝天开了一枪，楼顶的人们越发骚动起来，现在的洪望梅几乎赢得了所有人的同情，大家的目光聚焦在洪望梅身上。一直没说话的吴总编终于站了出来，他抱起一把椅子，缩着脊背，用椅背做盾牌，朝洪望梅喊话：“望梅，他已经开了两枪示警了，快下来吧，不然他真的会朝你开枪！” 围栏上的洪望梅冷冷地看着平野，大声说：“他有什么理由朝我开枪？就因为我来恳求你们这些有影响有办法的人用舆论营救我无辜的父亲吗？假如这就是我的罪行……”她愤激不已，猛然转身，面向枪口，“来吧……当着各国先生、女士的面，端着你们的武器，来宣布我的罪行，让我服法吧！”众人一片惊呼。 长时间地站在高空，洪望梅穿布鞋扣在围栏边沿的脚微微痉挛了，手也微微颤抖起来，但是此刻的她却毫无惧意：“你以为你一开枪，我就心服口服了吗？” 几个日本兵从出入口冲进来，端着三八大盖向洪望梅逼近。洪望梅从包里又掏出一叠油印稿件朝楼下撒去。 路灯和霓虹灯美轮美奂的彩光中，一张张纸片从楼顶飘洒下来，过路的人们捡起那些油印的纸张，有个人指指楼顶，人们抬起头，看见洪望梅被远近的霓虹灯照耀的身影在楼顶围栏上行走。霓虹灯使她岌岌可危的身影姹紫嫣红。 平野恼羞成怒，命令日本宪兵：“把她抓起来！做反日宣传的支那人，是必须受到惩罚的！”日本宪兵们进一步向洪望梅逼近，洪望梅却在一尺来宽的围栏上奔跑起来。人群又是一阵惊呼。一个上年纪的外国老太太不敢看下去，闭上眼睛，哆嗦着嘴唇，在胸前划着十字。 一个三十来岁的西方男人站了起来，他名叫本杰明·戴维斯，是《纽约客》杂志记者，他用英语大声疾呼：“让我们大家救救这个姑娘！” 洪望梅感激地看了眼戴维斯，流下绝望的眼泪：“不要救我，救救我的父亲！我父亲是最好的人，最好的教授，他讲课讲得那么风趣幽默，听他讲课真是享受！真希望你们能有机会听他讲一堂课！” 躲在椅子后面的吴总编眼睛泛起了泪花，他无比惭愧地走了出来，为洪望梅作证：“我听过她父亲讲课，我是他的学生，跟着洪教授学了四年！洪教授是我最敬爱的学者！望梅，快下来，我们一定会想办法营救你父亲的！” 桑霞已经赶到，她忧心如焚地看着围栏上的洪望梅，她随时会坠楼。她把两手拢在嘴上叫喊：“望梅！快下来！” 洪望梅循声看去，认出了桑霞，愣了一下，很快又微微一笑，从帆布包里掏出一叠油印稿子，向身后一抛，大声喊着：“告诉阿沐，这是替他撒的！这也是替他……”她将包里的纸张全拿出来撒向空中，撒向楼下，“阿沐能做什么，我也能做什么！” 所有日本兵的枪口都对准洪望梅，只等一声令下，便要采取激烈行动。 戴维斯用英文继续呼叫：“下来吧，洪小姐！这里有世界各国的记者，日本军方不敢伤害你，我们都是见证人！” 桑霞的声音打颤：“小妹，想想你的哥哥，想想如果他站在这里，看见你这样，会怎么想……” 听桑霞提到哥哥，洪望梅歇斯底里的悲愤突然退下去，呆呆地看着桑霞。 三五大班走上前说：“洪小姐，请你下来吧，我们一定会尽力营救你父亲的。” 桑霞继续大喊：“阿沐很想念你，阿沐也不要你这样做！” 洪望梅呜呜地哭起来，日本兵悄然冲到洪望梅脚下。三五大班对一个保镖耳语一句，保镖趁机上去把洪望梅抱住，然后轻轻地放在地上。日本兵哗啦一下包围上来，平野伸出手，揪住洪望梅帆布包的背带：“把她带走！” 《纽约客》记者戴维斯颇有正义感，向同行和客人发出召唤：“伙计们，我们能让日本人在我们眼皮底下把这个姑娘带走吗？”各国记者涌上来，跟随着日本宪兵和洪望梅走向入口处，手里的相机劈里啪啦地闪动着镁光灯，毕竟不是什么光彩的事，平野连忙避身，可哪里躲得过去。 面对脸色铁青的平野，戴维斯建议说：“稍微笑一笑吧，不然明天全美国、全世界的人看到的，就是你这张不够幽默的脸。” 许多记者挤在电梯门口，有蹲有站，高高低低地挡住日本兵和洪望梅，形成一面由闪光灯和相机镜头组成的人墙，犹如一座奇特的堡垒，而此起彼伏的闪光犹如从堡垒后面喷射出的火力。 桑霞冲到记者阵营，紧张地看着洪望梅，洪望梅似乎这才感到害怕，身体开始轻轻颤抖。 戴维斯招呼一脸木然的日本兵：“日本士兵们，大家都笑一笑啊，不然的话，明天全中国全世界的报纸上就要出现你们凶恶的面孔了，各国的人都会毫不怀疑，长着你们这样的面孔的人，一定是地狱使者，会把这位中国姑娘直接送进地狱。” 四个日本兵和平野被一片白热的闪光灯闪得头晕眼花，戴维斯趁机一把将洪望梅从日本兵那里拉过来。吴总编和七八个中外男女记者一起簇拥着洪望梅进了电梯，桑霞最后一个跨进电梯。电梯门最后合上之前，日本兵的脸隐去，人们看到的只是雪亮的刺刀尖。电梯门关闭，随着电梯“咯噔”一下开始下降，大家的心也落下来。 戴维斯向洪望梅做出一个“OK”的手势，“洪小姐，真佩服你的勇气！” 一名女记者伸出大拇指，“洪小姐，你父亲一定会为有你这样的女儿感到骄傲。” 洪望梅环顾一下电梯的众记者，眼泪再一次涌出来，朝大家深深鞠躬：“谢谢你们！” 桑霞悄然走到洪望梅身边，紧紧拉住她的手，她抬起头，桑霞正含笑看着她。 王多颖在洪家陪了孙碧凝一整天，吃过晚饭，孙碧凝执意要她回家，免得朱玉琼担心，王多颖不肯回家，想等洪望梅回来再走，到了八九点钟，洪望梅还是没有回来，倒等来一个跟洪望楠有关的消息。 消息由国外电台用英文报道：“被日军轰炸的厂区陷入停电停水状态，给厂方医院的抢救造成了困难。赶往现场采访的本台记者报道，美方和中方负责人只有少数负伤……” 正在做针线活的孙碧凝和王多颖屏住呼吸聆听，很快便报道完毕，孙碧凝问王多颖：“听懂了吗？” 王多颖点点头，又摇摇头：“不完全懂。” 孙碧凝凝神片刻，忽然就像抓住救命稻草一样，眼睛闪闪发亮：“主要负责人当中，只有少数负伤！望楠是厂里的中方副总工程师，假如出了什么事，应该会报道的……”她激动地叫了起来，“这真是一个天大的好消息，我就知道，会把他们都等回来的！” 王多颖百感交集地看着孙碧凝，连日来孙碧凝一直都在苦撑着不让自己倒下去，此刻她的脸上流淌着兴奋，眼里却涌出了泪水。 王多颖看孙碧凝心情好转，便告辞而去。过了片刻，桑霞来找孙碧凝。孙碧凝看是她，有些奇怪，刚要开口，桑霞把手指放唇上，用眼神示意她门外有盯梢的。 桑霞简单地把当晚发生的事情告诉给孙碧凝，孙碧凝吃惊得嘴巴半天没合上。桑霞把洪望梅散发的油印稿子交到她手上，低声说：“不要害怕，望梅平安无事。她今天的行动会影响上海的新闻界，无论是外国的，还是中国的记者，都被她感染了……” 孙碧凝拿起茶几上的老花镜，迫不及待阅读起来，眼泪渐渐模糊了双眼，女儿似乎一下子长大了，懂事了。 桑霞安慰孙碧凝说：“在这么大的国际舆论压力之下，估计日本人不会对洪教授下手了。日本人收买了汪精卫，还想继续在中国收买人心，所以他们不会做因小失大的事。再说，法国巡捕房的法尔福给三伯伯介绍了一个人，据说这是个手眼通天的日本女人，叫香子夫人，贪恋古董，钱财，不过也还剩下一点良心，她答应帮忙调解。” 孙碧凝泪眼婆娑地问：“那望梅现在在哪里？” “在理查饭店，我的房间里。她怕您着急，所以我专门来跟您报平安。” “她为什么不回来？” “现在她不能回家。日本人派了人把饭店的前门后门都看起来了，也把你家看起来了。他们可能不会明着伤害她，要绑架她也是神不知鬼不觉的。日本人特别记仇，望梅当着全世界的新闻界给了他们难堪，他们不会放过她的。”见孙碧凝忐忑无比，桑霞轻轻拉起她的手，“伯母您放心，我会关照她的。” 孙碧凝反过来紧紧抓住桑霞的手说：“桑小姐，谢谢你！” 桑霞亲热地说：“伯母看你，这么客气！就像我姑姑一样，叫我小霞好了。” 孙碧凝擦了把眼泪：“好的，小霞。” 望着这位瘦小的女人，桑霞由衷感慨说：“我进门之前，特别紧张，怕您受不住这么多打击，一个接一个的坏消息。没想到您这么冷静，这么坚强。” 孙碧凝叹口气：“我也没想到，自己会撑得住，我总想着能撑过去就一定会有好消息等着。” 孙碧凝到女儿房间去给女儿找替换衣服，桑霞坐在客厅的沙发上，注意到茶几上的一个镜框，镜框里放着洪望楠的照片：戴风镜、穿飞行皮夹克的望楠，显得那么英武，他站在飞机旋梯上，目光放得那么远，似乎在眺望地球尽头。她拿起镜框，注视着照片中的洪望楠，脸忽然发烫了。 去年夏天，她和三伯伯在会馆谈话的那个晚上，在电梯里他们偶然相遇，在狭小的空间里，在短促的时间里，他的拥抱，他的热吻……一切似乎恍如昨天。 桑霞把镜框放回茶几，孙碧凝轻轻走了过来，伤感地盯着儿子的照片：“那时候望楠还在美国。那天，他考出飞行执照。听说望楠他们的工厂被日本飞机轰炸了，我以为望楠……所以我就把他这张照片摆出来了。今天晚上，又听到无线电里说，望楠他们工厂的主要领导没有受重伤的。” 桑霞恢复了平静：“我也听说了。伯母，望楠的志向那么远大，中国现在又那么需要他，工厂里一定会保护他的……打仗时期，有时候消息会千差百错……” 孙碧凝笑了一下：“我知道。我也总这么安慰自己，打仗的时候，消息不能都信。”她把一个包袱交给桑霞，“这个包里还包了半斤五芳斋的松子糖，小妹从小就吃不够的。天晚了，你快点走吧。” 桑霞拿着包袱站起来：“那我就走了，伯母。”沉吟片刻又说，“假如有办法给望楠带信，请他一定要……保重自己。” 桑霞对洪望楠的心思似乎比朋友间的关切更复杂和丰富一些，不过孙碧凝最近心事太多，倒也没多想。等桑霞走后，孙碧凝回到卧室发了半天愣，想到原本热热闹闹的一家现在弄成这个样子，丈夫被日本兵抓去，儿子生死未卜，女儿有家不能回，越想越是凄苦无助，埋在枕头里压抑地哭起来。她本就是胆小的人，连日来的多重打击她实在承受不起，太需要哭一场了。 日本军方又对洪涧琛做了一天努力，希望能说服洪涧琛签下悔过书，结果是徒劳的，洪涧琛就像死人一样，紧闭双眼，对身外所有的一切不闻不问。这是他唯一可以保留的自尊，他决不愿丢下这份自尊。 平野瞪着洪涧琛被伤口和血肿丑化的脸，他的耐心已经被磨得千疮百孔，他甚至对付不了一个虚弱的老人，这是他无法容忍的，他感到难堪，由难堪而绝望，下达了执行死刑的命令。 洪涧琛被两个宪兵拖到天井刑场，扔在天井中央。他艰难地翻了个身，抬头贪婪地凝望着秋天的夜空，繁星流动，月光皎洁，这大概是他在人世间的最后一个夜晚了，他似乎要把这美景看个够，这样才能无憾地离去。 “砰”的一声，天井一面亮起了探照灯，亮得残酷，抹杀了洪涧琛视野里的星星和月亮。六个日本宪兵走上来，其中两个架起洪涧琛，向天井的一面墙走去。 一个宪兵端来一把椅子，把洪涧琛安置在椅子上，洪涧琛太过虚弱，身子根本坐不住，不断滑落下去。 洪涧琛不知刽子手在等待什么。他闭上眼睛，半躺半坐，喘息极不均匀——这种临终前的等待是最残酷的折磨。 又一个日本宪兵从门外走过来，手里拿着一根绳索，两人来到洪涧琛面前，把他往椅子上扶正，用绳索把他的上半身捆绑在椅背上。绳索慢慢从上身绕到腿部，把他的腿和椅子腿缠在了一起。 洪涧琛的眼皮忽然抖动起来，越抖越厉害，嘴巴也微微张开了，他已经艰于呼吸。 捆绑完毕，两个刽子手退到四个同伙中。一声口令，六个宪兵整齐地对着捆绑在椅子上的洪涧琛平端起三八大盖。 洪涧琛鼻翼在急促翕动，嘴唇在急促颤动，似乎所有神经都感受到枪的口径里卧着的一触即发的子弹。 “呜”的一声，洪涧琛的耳朵忽然充斥着如同鸽哨般的鸣响…… 那是他的幻觉，幻觉很快消失。 “等一下。”一个声音从外边传来。平野打开门，晃悠着慢慢走到洪涧琛面前，看着他跳动的眼皮、颤抖的嘴唇、急促的呼吸……人在垂死时的期望和绝望多么耐人寻味，他阴郁地一笑，他喜欢观察垂死的人。 似乎隔着紧闭的眼皮也能感觉到平野的凝视，洪涧琛试探地睁开眼睛，平野的目光守株待兔地已经等在他对面。 平野拿出一张纸，“哗啦”一声在洪涧琛眼前抖动了一下：“现在愿意签名吗？” 洪涧琛看了一眼平野，然后又像往常那样眼不见为净地闭上眼。这次，他的眼皮不再抖动了，坦然地接受了将要发生的一切。他已经死过一次了，第二次死亡似乎已经不再可怕。 平野忽然大笑：“你没有看清楚。看清了，也许你会非常愿意签名！”他一摆头，从身后走上来一个宪兵，为洪涧琛戴上一副眼镜，“这个有关你的去向，请你务必签名。” 洪涧琛睁开眼睛，面前呈现着一张释放书。他没看错，是释放书，不是悔过书。 午夜时分，洪家门铃急促地响起来，孙碧凝似睡未睡，被门铃惊醒，猛然从床上爬起，走出卧室，“哪一位？是望梅吗？” 门外没有任何动静，孙碧凝悄声走到门口，心脏咚咚跳个不停。她镇了镇自己，嗓音恢复正常：“请问，哪一位？” 门外的应答沙哑、虚弱：“是我。” 这个声音陪伴了她几十年，她太熟悉了，她哆嗦着手把门锁打开：“涧琛？” 打开的门外，洪涧琛靠着墙，半坐半躺。孙碧凝扑上去，跪在丈夫面前，她看着他走样的面容，轻轻撩开他的头发，他脸上多出几块伤痕。 她把头埋在他的肩膀上，无声而剧烈地痛哭起来。 洪涧琛艰难地抬起一只手，轻抚着她的头发，强撑着微微一笑：“Hello...Aren't you glad to see me?” 她没有松手，无法遏制地痛哭。洪涧琛摇头叹息：“唉，人家要看见了……老夫老妻，难为情吧？” 孙碧凝彻底崩溃了，她将冲天的冤屈，作为女人的柔弱统统倾泻在丈夫面前，似乎唯有如此，她才可以切切实实感受到那种踏实。