Chapter 25 twenty five

A week later, six men with guns came to Baoqing's house.They went upstairs to the bookstore and guarded Baoqing.Then Zhang Wen came, unlocked Xiulian, and told her to go with him. When Xiulian saw Zhang Wen, she cried and laughed at the same time.But when he saw his gun and those people, he collapsed on the bed. "Xiulian, come with me." Zhang Wen said in a commanding tone, his face pale. She didn't move. "Come on, take all your things and jewelry," he ordered again, his voice shrill. She still doesn't move. He's getting impatient. "What's the matter?" he asked, "What's the matter?" "I have to tell Dad, you shouldn't threaten him with a gun." Xiulian said.She has made up her mind.

"Aren't you my man?" Zhang Wen became worried. "I am yours, and the child is yours," Xiulian said, pointing to her belly, "But I can't just go with you like this, I have to tell my father. He, he is mine..." She bit Stop your lips. "Let's go," Zhang Wen urged her, "Stop talking nonsense! Wasting time! Take your jewelry." "I'll go with you, and I won't forget the jewelry. But I must tell Dad. You can scare him with a gun, but I can't." "Give me the jewelry first." Zhang Wen became impatient.

"No, I have to see Dad first." "Okay, let's go." Xiulian herself didn't know how she got into her father's house. Baoqing was calm and composed.He sits in a chair.Two men stood opposite him, their guns pointed at him.He looked at Xiulian peacefully, with no expression on his face, as if the matter in front of him had nothing to do with him at all. Xiulian walked very slowly at first, and then ran towards him involuntarily.She had a lot to say, but she couldn't say a word, she just knelt down in front of him and cried.At the end, she hoarse, and finally said, "Dad, you hurt me for nothing, tell me to go, I have no choice but to go."

Baoqing was speechless.His hands gripped the handle of the chair tightly and trembled.Suddenly, he sneered and said, "Let's go, go, go. You can't stay with the female university, let's go." Zhang Wen walked over.He didn't look at Baoqing, and pulled Xiulian up: "Let's go." She took her clothes and jewelry, followed Zhang Wen with her head down.After going out, she looked at the sky, and there was a bird flying in the sky.Free, she thought, after all, like the bird. Zhang Wen took her to a secluded alley.All the houses were blown down, but there were still people living in the ruins.Some houses have walls, and some have no roofs.In one house, there was a hut that looked like a matchbox. The walls were warped by bombs and separated from the ceiling, so the room was very bright.There is a bamboo bed, two bamboo chairs and a table in the room.

"This is our home," Zhang Wen said. Xiulian couldn't stand it.This place is horrible, full of rats and bedbugs.But she didn't want him to see what was on her mind, so she looked at him. "Our home is pretty nice," she said.She hoped that Zhang Wen would treat her well and relieve her pain of leaving her father. On the bed was the bundle she brought, most of which were shoes and socks.She remembered that there were still some jewelry in her pocket, so she took them out and put them in his palm. "Here it is, it's useless for me to hold it." His eyes lit up when he saw the gold.To repay her, he took her in his arms.

They discussed how to clean up the house, and Xiulian came up with many ideas.The house is small, like a doll.Clean up the house well, and when friends come, you can sit down and have a cup of tea.She will have a new life from now on.I'll move there when I have a bigger house.These thoughts cheered her up, and the gloom lifted a little from her face.Even if there is only half a wall, a room like a matchbox, you have to live on. They went to a restaurant for dinner.After the meal, Zhang Wen talked about his future plans.Better to eat out every day, he said.This expense is still affordable, the house is too small, and it is difficult to move around when cooking.He doesn't like the smell of food where he sleeps.Xiulian agreed from the bottom of her heart, she doesn't know how to cook at all.It's better to eat out all the time.It's not bad for him to sell the jewelry for food, she is very happy.

They went shopping, and when they came back, they bought a thick Sichuan embroidered quilt and two pillows.With them, the house looks more decent and pleasing to the eye.The new quilt was beautiful and she cheered up with a smile on her face. The days passed quickly.Life is like a clear stream covered with wild flowers on both banks, gurgling past.In Xiulian's small world, it is sunny and sunny, with a gentle breeze.She didn't care about the musty smell of ruins, the stench of garbage and dead bodies, and the scurrying of big rats.When Zhang Wen is not at home, she is busy knitting clothes for the children and cleaning the room.She hummed the drum book that she sang every day, and stroked her growing belly, feeling indescribably happy.What a joy to have a child.

Zhang Wen was very proud of his captive, and often brought friends to see her.Their presence always embarrassed her, an unmarried bride.Dad never let her socialize with people, she can't socialize with people.In such a small room, a large group of people came all at once, and they were all men, and she was the only woman.They think that anyone who sings big drums is not a good woman, and of course they don't treat her as a decent person.Every time they came, Xiulian was frightened and afraid to make a sound.If she is polite and indifferent to the guests, and the guests are unhappy, Zhang Wen will scold her.When it got a little warmer, Zhang Wen went crazy with anger again, and scolded her for being promiscuous.Most of them are very presumptuous, as long as Zhang Wen turns around, they will make a move.She couldn't dodge it because the room was full of people and the room was so small.

On the day Zhang Wen took Xiulian away, Second Mistress moved Dafeng and Xiao Liu into Xiulian's room.She wanted to ask her grandson to stay by her side, it was so funny.What happened to Xiulian, she could do as she liked, there was no need to worry about it.Second Mistress has always been practical.It's no big deal for a girl to make a fool of herself, maybe she's happy with it.The husband is an idiot and deserves what happened to him.She has a grandson, and she has a lot of wine to drink, and other things, don't care. All this time, Baoqing was taciturn and sullen.When scolded by his wife, he never retaliated.If someone asked about Xiulian, he would say that she was ill, or change the subject and praise her little grandson.Friends are very considerate and never inquire, but there are always some people who are curious and uninterested.

He tossed and turned at night and couldn't sleep.Xiulian left, and the house seemed empty.She broke his heart.It's okay for others to lie to him, but Xiulian, his beloved daughter, did such a thing, he really couldn't stand it.Thinking of her deceiving him, my heart hurts like a knife. He's not one to get discouraged when hit.He may be sad for the rest of his life, but he still has to shoulder the responsibility. As long as Xiulian needs it, he is ready to do his best to help her.Sooner or later, Zhang Wen either dumped her or sold her.He wants to find her, take care of her, and save her when she needs it.He doesn't have the strength to fight Zhang Wen and his gang of bandits, but he can give his daughter a hand when necessary.He spent a few dollars and found out their addresses.The person who came to report told him the situation in detail, including what the room looked like, how Xiulian arranged it, and how difficult Zhang Wen's friends were.

When he thought of Xiulian living in such a place, guarding such a small dilapidated house, he felt so sad.He could afford to rent them a room, but he wasn't going to do it.You can't get back together with that scoundrel Zhang Wenyan for the sake of your daughter.can't do it. It's best to forget about it all.How can I forget it?Xiulian is his darling.Even though he hated Zhang Wen, when he was extremely sad, he couldn't leave the child he raised alone.He wanted to focus on his little grandson.But every time he picked up his fat grandson, he couldn't help thinking upsetly that Xiulian was pregnant and was about to give him a second grandson, Zhang Wen's child! He tried hard to forget Xiulian and her man.There are more important things waiting for him to do.He had to find a way to rescue Meng Liang.Thinking of this, he stood up and frowned.As long as he has a penny, a breath, and a strength, he will find a way to rescue his friend.Meng Liang is a true friend.He had already reminded her about Xiulian, and he only blamed Baoqing for not being enlightened at the time.Meng Liang helped him, encouraged him, and gave him the opportunity to contribute to the country. The new mission of rescuing Meng Liang ignited a new flame in his heart.He is no longer depressed and sad, but single-minded and has a purpose in life.He inquired everywhere, looking for officials, looking for special brands, spending money everywhere, and finding out where Meng Liang was imprisoned. When the officials heard his request, they couldn't help being startled, showing a look of fear. "Never mind it," they said, and it was evident from their manner that they thought his efforts were wasted. Some people simply told him that it was madness to run around for such a eccentric writer.Only then did he realize that even if he followed Brother Pao's path, it wouldn't work.That's the business of today's government.The officials taught him a lesson.They refused to speak directly to him, for fear that he would speak out.They talked in a roundabout way, vaguely and without meaning.Someone said, "During the war, only those who lead the soldiers have power, and once the gun is fired, the civilian officials will be overwhelmed." Baoqing listened to their advice and went to find the leader of the army.He had sung for officers and knew quite a few people.They were very polite to him, and some even praised his talent.Well, they're needed now, so go find them.However, as soon as the officers heard that he had something to ask for, most of them were too busy to see the guests.At most, send a secretary, or an orderly to meet him.Before long, without opening his mouth, Baoqing knew that they would answer in the same way: "Playwrights and novelists are all unreliable. We should get rid of them to save them trouble." A senior general looked at him curiously. , asked maliciously: "Have you lived enough, do you want to die? You'd better sing your big drum, old man! Playwright, don't worry about it, let him stay in prison." Baoqing bowed and walked out.He's gone.The world has really changed.Chinese people have respected gentleness since ancient times, and even Tang Xuanzong dared not offend Li Bai; but today the soldiers dare to arrest scholars and put them in prison.Maybe Meng Liang lost his head.He stopped abruptly, terror gripping his heart.What the hell is going on with today's government?Could it be that today's leaders are not as knowledgeable as Meng Liang?He quickly looked around, afraid that the question in his heart would be heard.He quickened his pace. That night, he went to visit some of Meng Liang's friends in the theater.These people told him that they were running around for days to rescue Meng Liang, but they couldn't find out where he was imprisoned.They thought he was alive and knew nothing else.I want to put a missing person advertisement in the newspaper to see if anyone knows his whereabouts and report.But it was dug up by the news censorship authorities.They haven't despaired yet.Whether you can find it or not, you still have to find it.A young man pulled Bao Qing aside and started talking to him. "If we made it too obvious that everyone knew we were rescuing him, the secret service might kill him," he said, "but then again, if we don't mobilize the masses to care about him, we will There is no hope of saving him. So we must be very careful." The more Bao Qing listened, the more confused he became, he only understood that the young man wanted him not to be too reckless, lest it would harm Meng Liang. At night, he lay in bed, thinking and thinking.It's complicated.In the past, he thought that in order to win a battle, he must have strength.If everyone in China is strong and strong, they will be able to defeat Japan.After defeating Japan, there will be peace in the world and a good life will be passed.He rubbed his bald head.Things are obviously not that simple.Japan hasn't been defeated yet, look at yourself, what happened to Meng Liang, and what happened to Meng Liang!Meng Liang, who wholeheartedly persuaded people to love the country, wanted the country to be prosperous and strong, but was imprisoned by the government; a villain like Zhang Wen was free.What kind of world is this? He lay on his back, with his face buried in the pillow.Stop wasting your brain and think about it.He just wants to sleep and forget about everything.Why do you want to?My head hurts badly, don't bother with it any more.It's better to be like my wife, stupid and drunk all day long.Only she, these days, can still live easily.She is so blessed and carefree. I'm really exhausted, I don't have the energy to worry about it, to think about it. The next morning he rose early, refreshed and refreshed.Sleep is really amazing.He is alive, and he still has talent.Life seems to be getting better.He picked up Xiao Bao.The child grinned and whimpered with joy. Bao Qing looked at his wife, who was sitting on a chair with a bottle of wine beside her. "Grandma Xiaobao," he said with a sarcastic smile on his lips, "you are really blessed." It's this year." Baoqing was surprised by these words.Well, it seems that she can't completely lose her mind.