Hua Ting woke up to the sound of soft rain.
The sky outside the window was dark, the air was humid, and thick clouds were squeezing the sky, as heavy as if they were about to fall.
"It's all a bunch of bastards" The sound came from the lobby on the first floor.
Hua Ting could imagine how eerie and terrifying Bai Qihong's face was, with his facial muscles trembling due to anger.
“It’s better to raise you than a bunch of dogs.”
Hua Ting walked out of the room quietly and looked down from the stairs on the second floor.
Bai Qihong, who was standing in the middle of the hall, was injured on his right arm.
There were large dry and cracked blood stains on the bandage, and even the khaki cotton gown he was wearing.
His cuffs were also stained with large and small black and gray stains, and his toe caps and the hem of his gown were almost covered with soot and mud.
It was obvious that he looked like he had just come out of a fire.
His hair was messy and stuck to the top of his forehead, his lips were chapped and bloodless, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
It was worse than the "boycott of opium tourism incident" initiated by college students.
"Who is so bold as to burn down my warehouse?"
No one in the hall responded.
"Who do you think it is?"
Bai Qihong gritted his teeth to control his emotions, calmed his tone and asked Ding Sicheng standing in front of him, "Who could it be?"
Why did Ding Si become his confidant?
Recently, Bai Qihong not only took him to various dinner parties, but also even promoted him to be a 24-hour personal assistant.
Ding Sicheng did not immediately answer the question raised by Bai Qihong.
He probably couldn't think of anyone who would have the courage to burn down Bai Qihong's warehouse.
No matter how hard he tried, he never thought it would be Bai Hua. .
There was no movement downstairs, and Hua Ting sat on the last step of the stairs and waited quietly.
Bai Qihong's face was sullen, and the fire in his eyes was growing.
Mrs.
Bai stood a foot away from him holding a cup of hot water, with a hint of timidity in her eyes.
She had never been able to predict his emotions, and after much thought, she didn't know whether she should give him the hot water in her hand.
It was neither right nor wrong not to send him away, so he could only stand there fearfully observing every move of the man in front of him.
The bodyguards behind Bai Qihong lined up neatly, all with their heads lowered and not arrogant.
After a brief silence.
Ding Sicheng finally said: "Could it be?"
He turned his back to Huating, slightly hunched over.
When thinking about a problem, he habitually scratched the bottom of his right ear with his hand.
Even in front of Bai Qihong, his posture Not serious either.
Bai Qihong's eyes were fixed on his face, indicating for him to continue speaking.
"Could it be?"
Ding Sicheng raised his head, met Bai Qihong's shrewd eyes, and hesitated for a moment, "could it be the inspector?"
A nerve in Hua Ting's mind suddenly became tense.
Was there any mistake?
She actually suspected the inspector.
"Jian Shijie" Bai Qihong's expression changed slightly, but he did not respond immediately.
"But I haven't received any news about this matter at the police station recently."
Ding Sicheng's tone sounded uncertain.
"I have thought about Jian Shijie, but" Bai Qihong's eyes contained a hint of unfathomable emotion, "this matter really doesn't seem like his style."
Ding Sicheng nodded in agreement, "Taking six lives in a row does not seem like his style."
"If it wasn't Jian Shijie," Bai Qihong snorted from his nostrils with a rather disdainful expression, "could it be Cai Bingrong?"
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His eyes full of bright red bloodshot eyes clearly conveyed his ridicule towards Cai Bingrong.
He said, "Even if I lend him a thousand courages now, he won't dare to touch my goods."
"Then" Ding Sicheng asked, "it's neither the inspector nor Mr.
Cai, who could it be?"
Yes, who could that be?
At this time, Jian Maosheng and his son came.
Jian Maosheng opened his mouth about the killing of Japanese officials last night.
Jian Yi stepped onto the marble curved staircase in front of her without hesitation. .
Hua Ting was very interested, but before she had time to react, she was dragged into the room by Jian Yi.
"Tell me who you are."
He quickly locked the door and lowered his voice vigilantly.
Before Hua Ting could figure out the situation, she was bombarded with a series of questions: "Or is it the Kuomintang that controls the military?"
After a second, his tone deepened, "Or is it the Chongqing government?"
Hua Ting was confused by the question, "Jian Yi, are you okay?"
He didn't look like he was joking at all, "You'd better tell me who you are."
She didn't know if it was Hua Ting's illusion, but she felt that Jian Yi's whole body in front of her was tense, and there were faint veins bulging out at her temples.
"What are you talking about?"
Although she didn't know what Jian Yi was crazy about, that was not what Hua Ting cared about at the moment.
She was still thinking about the conversation between Bai Qihong and Ding Sicheng just now.
She wanted to know whether Bai Qihong would Hui pointed the finger at the inspector again, "We'll talk about it later" and walked around him to open the door.
Jian Yi put his hands on her shoulders, "Tell me quickly" and tightened his fingers on her shoulder bones.
"You're crazy, Jian Yi.
I'm not a member of the military-controlled Kuomintang."
"How did you know that the Japanese bombed the South-Manchuria Railway near Liutiao Lake in Fengtian?"
Jian Yi stared at her eyes, seeming to be looking for something, "Who gave you the news?"
Hua Ting opened her eyes wide as if waking up from a dream.
It turned out that this was what he was talking about.
"You can't receive the news in advance."
Jian Yi's expression was solemn, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Hua Ting smiled casually, "Why do you want to know who I am and then arrest me?"
Jian Yi relaxed his grip and stood up straight.
In fact, there was no hostility in his eyes, but he was just too nervous.
"Sister Hua, do you think I will do this?"
Jian Yi chuckled, but there was no smile at all.
He is tall, has long legs, and has a handsome face.
Instead of his usual playful smile, he exudes a calm and restrained aura.
"Now that you know what I said is true," Hua Ting's mouth curved imperceptibly, "then just listen to me and stop doing things for the Japanese."
"Tell me who you are."
"Military Reunion and Kuomintang" Hua Ting raised her eyes and looked at Jian Yi with a look of expectation on her face, "If I said that I don't belong to any party, but come from the future, would you believe it?"
"Sister Hua from the future," Jian Yi forced a puzzling smile on her face, "please stop joking at this time, okay?"
"I'm not joking," Hua Ting said with a serious face, "Do you believe it or not?"
Jian Yi looked at her silently, hesitated for two seconds, and said, "Sister Hua, you forgot that we met when we were children."
"So what" "Now you tell me that you are from the future."
Jian Yi seemed to be going crazy with anxiety.
"So what, it's not me that I met you when I was a child."
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After saying this, Hua Ting simply smiled and raised her eyebrows for half a moment, seeming not to care much anymore, "Forget it, it doesn't matter whether you believe it or not.
Anyway, I There won’t be any missing pieces of meat.”
Jian Yi closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows.
Only then did Hua Ting see clearly that there were heavy cyan black circles under his eyes.
He obviously looked like he had not slept well last night.
With a few bloodshot streaks in his eyes, his condition was no different from Bai Qihong's.
Difference.
Jian Yi, who couldn't get any clues from Hua Ting's mouth, took a few steps forward irritably, "You really don't want to tell me."
"Is this important?"
Hua Ting stood next to the door and checked what was going on downstairs.
It seemed that there was no sound.
Jian Yi was silent for a moment, then turned around and looked at her with dark eyes, "Tell me, at least you will be safe."
Hua Ting looked at him sideways, "No need," the corners of her mouth curved upward, "I don't need a traitor to keep me safe."
Jian Yi moved her mouth, looking helpless.
"By the way, the Japanese official was killed last night.
You were also there, right?"
Jian Yi looked at her briefly and lay down on the big bed behind her.
"Who is that person?
Have you seen his face?"
She took small steps to the window and stood with a backlight, "What was the situation like yesterday?"
Jian Yi's eyes that had just been closed opened slightly, he stared at her for a moment, and then said lightly: "Where were you last night?"
"Going to play."
She smiled at him casually in the dim sky.
"Good at escaping."
He was always verbose.
Hua Ting ignored his joke, folded her arms and leaned against the window edge, "Tell me about last night."
"I left not long after you left last night," Jian Yi closed her eyes, looking ready to fall asleep at any time, "so I don't know what happened."
From the September 18th incident to noon on the 19th, the Japanese army occupied the entire city of Shenyang without almost any resistance from the Northeastern China Army.
At that time, the Japanese Kwantung Army had less than 20,000 people, while China's Northeast Army had 1.65 million people in the Northeast, and there were nearly 100,000 people in the Kwantung.
Because they had repeatedly accepted the "non-resistance" orders issued by Zhang Xueliang, our army The garrison troops retreated without a fight in the face of the sudden Japanese attack and gave up counterattack.
After that, squadrons across the Northeast continued to implement the "non-resistance doctrine", which enabled the Japanese army to gradually conquer the three provinces of Liaoning, Jilin, and Heilongjiang, and occupied Jinzhou and Harbin by force.
Most of China's Northeast region fell into the hands of bandits, and countless people died in the war.
In the autumn of 1931, unprecedented anti-Japanese and national salvation actions were launched across the country.
Students and citizens in major cities held and went on strike, petitioned and demonstrated to the National Government, opposed the non-resistance policy, and resolutely demanded that the National Government send troops to resist Japan.
People in various places also organized He joined groups such as the "Anti-Japanese Salvation Association" to raise funds to support the anti-Japanese army and carry out activities to boycott Japanese goods.
The scenes these flowers have seen in Anti-Japanese War TV series and history textbooks are continuing to play out in their own era.
They continue to move forward according to the trajectory of history without any deviation.
The Gregorian New Year of 1932 still came quietly amidst the continuous sound of gunfire in northern China.
This still beautiful city, Shanghai, was like a boundless island.
Looking at the scarlet war flames on the other side from a distance, it was out of reach.
Looking back, I saw the lights in the city.
Brilliant, but the ground is full of heroic and bright red blood.
Luxurious and sad.
Hua Ting stood in front of the heated bedroom window and stared at the street opposite.
The hot breath from her mouth turned into small patches of white halo on the cold glass window, blurring her vision.
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I don't know who played the huqin in the street.
The sound of the piano is desolate, like sighing, but also like crying.
It makes people feel sad, as if the world has become extraordinarily vast and distant.
"Hua Ting, let's go downstairs for dinner."
Mrs.
Bai's voice came from outside the door.
After hearing no movement for a long time, Jianhua opened the door and came in.
"Let's go."
A pair of eyes are warm and moist, like a pool of calm water.
Hua Ting covered her stomach, she happened to be hungry.
It was already the winter of 1932, and Hua Ting was still staying in the Bai Mansion, being the daughter of the Bai family.
And 2017 seems to be very far away from her She almost couldn't remember what McDonald's felt like.
I can’t even remember what fish head with chopped pepper tastes like.
Hua Ting plucked the rice in her bowl depressedly.
There was an old newspaper in her hand from a few days ago, and she flipped through it roughly.
The headline was about Paramount again.
In the black-and-white photo, Zhao Yiran's eyebrows are flying and her clothes are bright and bright.
Her eyes are looking at a corner of the audience affectionately, and the corner of her mouth is frivolous.
Even if the place where her eyes are focused is not photographed, Hua Ting can imagine that she is looking upright and majestic.
Check and supervise.
Mrs.
Bai glanced at the newspaper in her hand and asked casually: "This Zhao Yiran, do you think she is beautiful?"
“Beauty” is a no-brainer.
Zhao Yiran's beauty is different from other women in Paramount.
Her eyes are worldly and transparent, as if they are filled with memories from the past, but there is a hint of Zen that their time has passed.
Her beauty reminded Hua Ting of a poem.
The Emei eyebrows are lightly powdered, and the red lips are a bit enchanting.
Mrs.
Bai put down the bowl and chopsticks, "I won't eat."
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