Chongqing in the mist seemed both illusory and real.
The actors from Qi's troupe all rushed to the bow of the boat, looking at this largest city in the southwest and the capital of China as if they were looking at a Western scene.
The ship arrived at Chaotianmen Pier and anchored.
Chongqing was no better than Wanxian.
Hotels were expensive and the troupe could not afford to stay there.
They had to live on the ship temporarily.
They only gave Mrs.
Yang a room to rest and serve her well.
I really care about her like my own grandmother.
Chen Zikun put on his old military uniform and said to Bai Yufang: "I'm going to find some old friends.
Their words have weight.
Yang Hanxin dare not not buy them."
Bai Yufang helped him tidy up his clothes and said, "You are in such a state of desolation now that people may not pay attention to you.
Forget it, if you have a date or not, do you want Xiu'er to accompany you?"
Chen Zikun said: "No need, there are a lot of things in the team.
You guys should be busy first.
We will contact the stage in two days.
You will be busy."
"Slow down and be careful on the road."
Bai Yufang stuffed a few legal coins into him and reluctantly watched the leader of Qi's class go away.
When Chen Zikun first arrived in Chongqing, he had no idea where his family lived.
However, he had a solution.
As long as he found the Military Commission, he would have everything.
After asking around for directions, he finally found the address after many twists and turns.
The headquarters of the National Military Commission was heavily guarded.
Sandbags were piled at the door and machine guns were mounted.
Chen Zikun was finishing his clothes and was about to walk in.
Suddenly, a man came from behind and pushed him to the ground with a tiger pounce.
Chen Zikun was so skilled, he rolled out like a lazy ass, and when he was about to fight back, three pistols were pressed against his head.
A group of guys in black Chinese tunic suits stared at Chen Zikun fiercely.
The leader said: "I have been targeting you for a long time.
I want to know what the Military Commission wants to do."
Chen Zikun smiled bitterly: "I can't do my job report.
Are you from the attendant's office or the secret service headquarters?"
"He knows a lot about it.
He must be a Japanese spy.
Take him away."
The agents couldn't help but handcuffed and hooded Chen Zikun, put him in a truck, and drove away.
A head popped out of the alley not far away.
It was Qi Xiu.
She had followed Chen Zikun all the way.
When she saw such an incredible scene, she was immediately frightened and hurriedly went back to report to her mother.
"What?
I've been caught.
What should I do?
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You see clearly that it's not Master Yang's subordinates."
Bai Yufang asked worriedly.
"No, those people didn't speak Sichuan dialect, they seemed to have an accent from Nanjing."
Qi Xiu traveled extensively with the theater troupe since she was a child, and she can still distinguish her accent.
Bai Yufang frowned, paced back and forth for a few steps, and suddenly said decisively: "Find a way to save people."
The troupe's money and food were all in Bai Yufang's hands, and the full amount was only five hundred yuan, of which more than half was a reward from Wan County.
As for the 10,000 yuan gift from Master Yang, it was confiscated at that time.
The troupe of dozens of people still had to eat, so he couldn't take all the five hundred yuan.
Bai Yufang thought about it, took four hundred yuan with him, took his daughter and two young and strong martial arts students, and went to the police station to redeem the money. people.
Chen Zikun was put on a black hood and escorted to a dark room.
A large, bright desk lamp illuminated him so hard that he couldn't open his eyes.
A sinister voice asked: "I'm going to ask you a few questions now.
You don't have to say them, but we There will always be a way to get you to talk, understand?"
Chen Zikun narrowed his eyes and nodded.
"Your name, age, place of origin, military rank, and department."
"Chen Zikun, 40 years old, Hunan native, Army General, Chairman of the Aviation Committee of the Military Commission, Commander-in-Chief of Defense of the Middle and Lower Reaches of the Huaijiang River."
There was a sudden silence above, and then there was a muttering.
After a while, someone cleared his throat and asked: "You said you are General Chen Zikun, what evidence is there?"
The tone was obviously much softer.
Chen Zikun cursed loudly: "I am Chen Zikun.
If you want any evidence, please bring Dai Li.
I'll ask him where he got this bunch of half-full bottles of vinegar.
He's a fucking idiot."
The agents did not dare to reply, so they first removed the lamp that was shining on Chen Zikun, and then went out to discuss.
This man had an unshaven beard, long hair, and was wearing a shabby military uniform.
He looked like a retired veteran.
Look at the aura of a general who looked down upon the world.
You can't fake it.
As an agent, you must have the ability to observe people's emotions.
If you can't see this, you'd be a fool.
Don't dare to alarm Boss Dai with such a small case.
After all, there are people within the military command who know Chen Zikun.
The new lieutenant Shen Kai was introduced by Chen Zikun.
Five minutes later, Shen Kai came in a hurry and opened the door of the interrogation room.
When he saw Chen Zikun, he was stunned for a moment and immediately saluted: "Hello, General Chen."
The agents were so pissed off that they hurried over to unlock the handcuffs, bring tea and water, and apologize.
Within three minutes, Dai Li also arrived after hearing the news and apologized to Chen Zikun in person.
Chen Zikun was not unreasonable and said magnanimously: "Forget it, you are also trying to protect the leader's safety."
The agents were relieved, and Dai Li said with a smile: "General Chen is back.
The government is very lucky, the people are very lucky, and the cause of resisting Japan has hope again.
I will make arrangements to send you to see the commissioner."
Chen Zikun said: "Forget it today, the committee has many things to do, so don't disturb him.
Besides, my appearance is unsightly, so I'd better go home first.
By the way, Yunong, are my family members in Chongqing?"
"Yes, yes, I will take you there personally, Xiao Shen, prepare the car."
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"yes" In the Chen Mansion in Chongqing, Yao Yilei was sitting on the sofa knitting a sweater.
Yan'er went to the United States, Jian Bing went to Hong Kong to shop for goods, and Liu Ting took Xiaonan out.
She was the only one left at home.
The winter in Chongqing was cold and humid, just like her.
The same heart.
The sweater was knitted for her husband.
Although she knew intellectually that Chen Zikun was no longer alive, she still couldn't accept it emotionally.
Perhaps knitting a sweater could alleviate the pain of longing for him, and she actually enjoyed it.
Suddenly the doorbell rang.
Yao Yilei put down her sweater, stood up and said, "Here you go, this Liu Ting is like this.
She forgets to bring her key every time."
When he came to the door, he opened it, turned around and walked back, muttering: "I came back very early today."
There was no movement behind him, the morning fog had long since dissipated, and a ray of sunlight illuminated the visitor's figure on the floor of the living room, so tall, so upright, so familiar.
Yao Yilei turned around sharply, and standing in front of her was the loved one she missed so much.
Chen Zikun is back.
In an instant, with tears streaming down her face, Yao Yilei rushed forward and hugged her husband tightly, never daring to let go.
Dai Li took out his handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes, then quietly greeted Shen Kai: "Go back and don't disturb General Chen's family reunion."
Chen Zikun didn't notice Dai Li leaving.
Yao Yilei's crying made him understand how much pain her disappearance had brought to her family in the past few months.
Her clothes were wet with tears.
Yao Yile still refused to let go.
Chen Zikun had no choice but to pick her up and carry her into the house. .
Looking left and right, the house was quiet, but no one was there.
"Where's Yan'er, where's Xiaonan, where are Jian Bing and the others?"
Chen Zikun asked.
"Yan'er has gone to the United States, Jian Bing is still in Hong Kong, and Liu Ting and Xiao Nan will be back after a meeting."
Yao Yilei introduced various encounters that happened after arriving in Chongqing.
Chen Zikun sometimes looked angry, sometimes smiled with relief.
"Leilei, thank you for your hard work."
Chen Zikun stroked Yao Yilei's hair affectionately.
Suddenly the door opened.
Liu Ting held Xiaonan's hand and stood in Mankou.
When she saw Chen Zikun sitting in the living room, she burst into tears.
Xiaonan ran over with open arms and shouted indistinctly: "Dad, daddy
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Chen Zikun held his son in his arms, took a few steps forward, and held Liu Ting in his arms.
Liu Ting struggled at first, then gave in, burying her head on Chen Zikun's shoulder and sobbing.
Yao Yilei said happily: "I will call them right now to inform them that I will catch the wind and eat hot pot for you at noon.
Throw away your clothes immediately.
They are in tatters like a homeless man.
Also, your hair and beard need to be trimmed.
They are all messy." , I’m getting lice soon.”
Chen Zikun was pushed into the bathroom, took a quick hot bath, and shaved off all his beard with a razor in front of the mirror.
He suddenly looked ten years younger in the mirror, handsome and mighty.
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There were no clothes for Chen Zikun at home in Chongqing, so he had to wear a bathrobe first.
Yao Yilei called a barber and two tailors to help him trim his hair and tailor his clothes.
"I want a dozen shirts, three sets of suits, two coats, two sets of military uniforms, four pairs of leather shoes, and two pairs of riding boots.
You must do it as soon as possible.
Do you understand?"
Yao Yilei was full of energy, as if she had returned to the time when she was a young lady in Beijing.
The tailors nodded and bowed: "Madam, the general's figure is actually quite standard.
There are ready-made clothes in the shop.
Why don't you bring them and put them on first?
You can return them when the custom-made clothes are ready."
"Okay, go get it and just refund it.
Our Chen family is not short of the money."
Yao Yilei said.
The tailor called back and the clothes were delivered in less than half an hour.
A three-piece English navy suit, white shirt, black tie, leather shoes, leather gloves, everything was ready.
Although the craftsmanship of tailors in Chongqing is not as good as that of their counterparts in Hong Kong and Shanghai. , but Chen Zikun has a good figure and looks very elegant when he wears it.
The barber helped Chen Zikun get a haircut, which is currently the most popular style in the United States.
He used half a can of hair wax and even a fly couldn't stand on it.
Looking at the newly dressed Chen Zikun, he looked like a homeless man when he just walked in.
One sky and one earth.
Yan Su and Xue Bin both came after hearing the news.
The old comrades who survived the disaster gathered together, eating hot pot and drinking wine.
Life was just like this.
While Chen Zikun was drinking and chatting with his family and friends, Bai Yufang and his daughter were busy recruiting people at the Chongqing Police Station.
People who travel in the world would inevitably have to deal with six doors.
Bai Yufang knew that people in this place only recognized money, so he handed over a stack of French currency.
The irritating police officer was a little more polite and asked: "What is your man's name and what crime did he commit?"
Bai Yufang and Qi Xiu looked at each other, not knowing Big Man Chen's real name.
"I only know that his surname is Chen.
He is about eight feet tall and has a beard.
Please check it out."
Bai Yufang said.
The police officer became impatient and slapped the pen on the table: "Chongqing arrests so many people every day, how do you want me to check it?"
"Please, sir, we can't live without him."
Xiu'er pulled the police officer's sleeve pitifully, and her sad eyes made the police officer's heart tremble.
"Forget it, let me ask you where this person was caught."
Xiu'er then told her the address and said that four people in black Chinese tunic suits and top hats took action and escorted them to a truck with a yellow license plate.
The police officer's expression suddenly changed: "He is a prisoner of the military command.
I have no control over this case
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