Xue Xuanqing was shocked, and the staff at the counter was shocked. She thought to herself: What if it was Hai? Why was this person so frightened?

"Probably so. Reading at zero o'clock." The staff felt that this kind of question was irrelevant, and dealt with it perfunctorily, and then turned to other passengers who came to consult: "Hello, do you need any help?"

The elderly traveler was not in a hurry to ask about the matter. He stretched out his head and glanced at the mobile phone placed on the counter. What was displayed on the screen was the satellite map of Pudong Airport, marked with a small red dot.

He frowned and pointed out the staff's mistake: "Why was it reclaimed from the sea? This place is at most a tidal flat. It turned out to be full of mud and reeds. It can be found on the Internet!" After speaking, he took a second look. Xue Xuanqing and Zong Ying: "Are you doing historical work?"

Xue Xuanqing responded indiscriminately and then quickly thanked him, sighing happily: "Fortunately it's not the sea, otherwise if he can't swim, then..."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Zong Ying, but Zong Ying's face was always tense, and she didn't know if she was angry or worried.

Life was at stake, Xue Xuanqing's arrogance suddenly disappeared at this time, and he became terrified, and no longer dared to speak casually in front of Zong Ying.

Even if it wasn't the sea, the tidal flats and the reeds were not good landing spots. Sheng Qing had a lot of effort to climb out of the tidal flats. In the end, he was completely embarrassed. The briefcase he brought with him, and the snack bag given by Zong Ying. Also full of silt.

It doesn't matter, as long as he can come out, he has also experienced a worse situation than this. He faces uncertain time and space changes every day, and he can only actively adapt to all kinds of sudden changes.

At six o'clock in the morning, the sky was bright, the air was humid, and there was a faint smell of gunpowder smoke. Because it was a time of war, the fishermen who would have gone to sea early in the morning were all gone. Now, as far as they can see, there are only large swaths of floating reeds and massive fortifications, and a chilling air blows.

Sheng Qingrang roughly identified the direction, and planned to find a place to avoid first. As long as he stayed up until ten o'clock in the evening and returned to Pudong in 2015, he would be able to get out of here completely.

There was nothing wrong with this plan. He had a whole bag of food in his hand. Even if he stayed for a few days, he would not starve to death, not to mention that he only needed to stay for one day.

Unfortunately, the plan was quickly ruined by the sound of speeding cars.

The soldiers of the Eighth Army on patrol found Sheng Qingrang and stopped the car immediately.

The place has been sealed off, and Sheng Qingrang appeared strange and abrupt. Before he could explain, the two soldiers jumped out of the car and arrested him without any explanation.

Sheng Qing couldn't say a word, but whenever he showed any intention to speak, the black muzzle would come up.

The car sped all the way and finally arrived at the camp, where Sheng Qing was dragged out of the car. Before the two had time to hand him over, they ran into Sheng Qinghe head-on. With their legs together, they stood at attention and gave a military salute: "Report to the battalion commander! A suspicious person has been caught! Suspected to be an enemy spy!"

"Step aside."

"Yes!"

Sheng Qinghe stood there and looked over, first seeing a man covered in mud, and then recognizing the face.

Although surprised, the fourth child didn't write on his face. He just looked at him a few times and joked: "Third brother, the front and back are blocked, why did you fall here? Are you airborne?"

Sheng Qingrang couldn't answer this question, he could only say: "This matter is a long story, but I have a legal identity and am not an enemy spy, so you have no right to detain."

Of course, the fourth child believes that he is not a spy, but who is free to send him out now? It's not safe to send it out.

The fourth child had the intention to ask Sheng Qing to be slaughtered, and just wanted to see how he could do nothing, so he deliberately said in a nasty way: "Third brother, there are rules everywhere. Our rule here is that we must wait until the investigation is completed before we can draw conclusions." After speaking, he turned to Two people next to him: "Look at him."

The two soldiers were also stunned. The battalion commander shouted one by one, the third brother, and now he asked them to lock this man up. Is he saying the opposite or really wanting to lock him up?

"Why are you standing still, execute the order."

"Yes!"

When a scholar encounters a soldier, it is not clear why it is reasonable.

In vain, Shengqing asked to issue various identity certificates and passes, but the other party did not respond and only performed the guard duty wholeheartedly.

The sound of artillery shelling came from outside. It was scattered at first, and gradually became denser, as if it was just above the head, as if shells would fall at any time.

Sheng Qing asked to raise his hand to look at his watch, it was just nine o'clock in the morning.

The more this is the case, the more difficult the time is, and the hands of the watch are so slow that they want to stop at any time.

Endured the sound of the morning through the morning, rested for a while at noon, and in the afternoon the sound of the cannons became arrogant again, and the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air became heavier.

Sheng Qingrang had been sleepless for days, and at this time, his ears were ringing due to the sound of the cannons, and his will was on the verge of collapse.

It was getting dark outside, the roar of planes and the deafening cannonades finally subsided. It seemed that the day's defense had finally come to an end.

Only a kerosene lamp was lit indoors, and it was lit softly and weakly, and the outside was hazy wrapped in a halo, which was a brief peace after the storm.

Suddenly someone broke in, and the guarding soldiers quickly stood at attention and saluted: "Report to the battalion commander! Everything is normal!"

Sheng Qing asked Wen Sheng to look up, only to see the fourth brother came in with a bucket of water and two clothes on his shoulders.

The old man stopped suddenly, put down the bucket, and threw his clothes on the marching bed. A face in the dim light hid exhaustion.

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He asked the soldier, "How's the investigation going?"

The soldier hurriedly picked up Sheng Qingrang's briefcase and snack bag, and replied with vigour: "No suspicious items were found, only a few documents were found, including those from the Public Concession Ministry of Industry, the Relocation Committee, and the Beijing-Shanghai Security Guard. Command's Pass!"

When he answered here, he realized that he must have arrested the wrong person, but if the chief asked for a truthful answer, he could only admit his mistake.

The fourth asked, "Is it a Japanese spy?"

The soldier answered decisively, "No!"

The fourth said, "Get out!"

The soldier said nothing, leaving only the fourth child and Sheng Qingrang in the room.

The fourth one smelled of gunpowder, dust, and dust, and Sheng Qingrang was all covered in silt—it was already dry.

The fourth elder looked at him, suddenly lowered his head and lit a rough cigarette, took a deep breath, squinted his eyes and raised his head again, his voice wrapped in tiredness: "What are you doing in Pudong when you have nothing to do, is it possible that there are factories in Pudong that need to be relocated?"

Sheng Qing asked to answer: "It's for other things, so I won't disclose it for the time being."

The fourth child was not very interested in their relocation of the factory, nor did he have a favorable impression of them. He spit out a cloud of smoke and said, "The left and right are only those things, and it sounds good on the surface. In the end, only the big factories can be relocated, and the small factories should die or die. , It is said that the national government has also engaged in a 'national salvation bond' to buy small factories at a low price. To put it bluntly, it is just a robbery. You should know that the station and the wharf are now the main targets of bombing, plus the blockade, the entire Shanghai, It's amazing to be able to save more than a dozen factories." He flicked off the soot, frowned and gave his opinion: "It's just a drop in the bucket."

Sheng Qingrang raised his head and replied, "You mean there is no need to move, but can Shanghai hold on?"

The fourth child's face showed a bit of anxiety, he suddenly looked out subconsciously, but the door was closed, and there was only a vague sound of cleaning up the mess.

Can Shanghai hold on? The fourth was silent.

He raised his foot and kicked the bucket, raised his jaw and pointed to the clothes on the marching bed, and said succinctly, "It's washed and changed."

Sheng Qing didn't move, and the fourth child gave him an impatient look: "Why, do you want me to wash for you? You go out like this, and it looks suspicious at first glance. If you don't want to cause trouble, change it quickly."

He threw away the cigarette butt and stomped it out, then lit another one.

People like the fourth who have been in the military camp for a long time have basically no concept of sex. The big men still take a shower face to face. Isn't it common to change clothes in the same room?

Sheng Qingrang leaned over and washed his face with water, then slowly unbuttoned his shirt, the fourth turned his face away, and took a sharp breath.

"The literati is just a lot of fiddling." After he finished his evaluation, he pulled a towel and walked over and threw it in the bucket, then picked up Sheng Qing and let the shirt he just changed take a look at Guang, and said disdainfully: "It's very interesting at first glance. Expensive." Glancing at the trademark, he said, "It's still a foreign product."

The fourth is not a reading material, and he is about the same age as Sheng Qingrang. He used to do poorly in his homework, and his family would always say, "You can't even compare to that illegitimate child." He was fed up with the snobbery of comparing everything , so he hated the family, and also hated Sheng Qingrang, who sent samples to his uncle's house - is it great to be able to read? Can you carry a gun? Will mines be removed? Can you get to the front?

Thinking of this, he dropped his shirt, took two steps, bit the cigarette butt and leaned over to pick up Sheng Qingrang's snack bag.

A translucent plastic bag with an unfamiliar trademark printed on it.

The fourth brother unceremoniously opened it and rummaged through it. It was filled with various packaging bags, including foreign languages ​​and inexplicably simplified Chinese characters. At first glance, it was a heresy. But he didn't care and didn't want to delve into it, he just took a bag of potato chips and tore it open, the smell of tomato baked potatoes wafted into his nostrils.

Sheng Qing asked him to look back at him, and let him eat without stopping him.

The fourth child ate the crispy potato chips, opened a can of dace, and asked a series of questions: "Where did you get it? Does it have anything to do with your Miss Zong? Has she left Shanghai?"

Sheng Qing let his back to him put on a khaki long-sleeved shirt, paused, and replied, "Leave."

The hungry fourth ate the potato chips quickly and crumpled the novel packaging.

really gone? He remembered that half-blind morning, the skyline was gray-blue, the woman walked towards him with two children, the shirt was stained with blood, and the hand holding the baby was slender and strong, looking with a unique kind of firmness and bravery .

He realized that he was thinking too much, laughed at himself, tore open a bag of soda biscuits, stuffed two pieces into his mouth, and stood up abruptly: "Is it okay to change? Change it and go."

Sheng Qingrang looked down at his watch, the time pointed to 8 o'clock in the evening, two hours before he returned to Zong Ying's time.

It would be more appropriate to leave now.

He walked over quickly and picked up the briefcase and snack bag, and the fourth stared at him and said, "Put it down."

He asked, "Leave what?"

The fourth said, "Third brother, you changed my clothes, should you pay a price?"

Sheng Qingrang took out his wallet without saying a word, the fourth child said "who cares about your money", and then squinted at the plastic bag in Sheng Qingrang's hand, only then did Sheng Qingren understand what he meant, put down the bag, and finally He took out a jar of peach juice from it and left the rest to him.

The fourth child went out with satisfaction, and Sheng Qingrang followed closely.

An army green jeep was parked outside, and the fourth child sat in the driver's seat and told Sheng Qing, "Get in the car, I'll see you for a while."

Sheng Qing thanked him, got on the co-pilot, and the fourth child started the car and drove all the way south.

Passing through the desolate night, the moist night wind is blowing head-on, the sky above is thousands of miles, and only the sound of the car engine can be heard in the silence, as if the war has never spread here.

At the blockade line, the fourth child suddenly stepped on the brakes and said, "I can only deliver it here, and you can walk the rest of the way by yourself."

Sheng Qing asked Wen Yan to reply: "Okay, thank you." He got out of the car and went straight through the blockade, but did not hear the sound of a car starting behind him.

He turned his head, the fourth child was sitting in the driver's seat looking at him, suddenly raised his hand and threw something at him, which landed firmly at his feet.

Sheng Qingrang leaned over and picked it up from the grass, a well-maintained Browning M1911 pistol, shiny in the moonlight, cold and white.

The fourth child said in a leisurely manner: "The magazine is full, only seven rounds, I wish you good luck."

He didn't care whether Sheng Qingrang would use a gun or not. After he finished speaking, he started the car, turned his head and sped away.

Sheng Qingrang stood outside the blockade and watched him go away, put the pistol in his bag, turned around and strode away.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Zong Ying and Xue Xuanqing were still at Pudong Airport.

The outside of the terminal building is full of moisture, the ceiling lights inside the building are pale, and the air-conditioning shows a ferocious face in the summer night, blowing the back of the head.

Zong Ying always stared at the time on the big screen, and watched the numbers keep beating little by little. As soon as 22:00:00 was crossed, she couldn't sit still anymore, and said to Xue Xuanqing, "I'll go look there, you stay here. ."

Xue Xuanqing could feel the anxiety she deliberately suppressed, and asked, "Why don't you look for it separately?" As soon as the voice fell, the mobile phone in Xue Xuanqing's pocket suddenly vibrated.

Picking up the phone, he said, "Zong Ying's phone can't get through. Is she with you now? Please tell her..."

Xue Xuanqing replied "yes", and after listening to the other party's general situation, his face became darker.

Zong Ying asked, "What's wrong?"

Xue Xuanqing hung up the phone and looked up at her, with a worried expression on her face: "grandmother fell, and she is in the hospital now. I told you to come over immediately." She tried to reassure Zong Ying, and then said, "You go, I will come here to find you."

Zong Ying glanced at her and could only entrust her with the matter, then turned around and walked out of the waiting room quickly.

The car sped away from the airport in the darkness, passing a long-abandoned telephone booth.

Sheng Qingrang stood in front of the phone and put a coin in, and dialed Zong Ying's mobile phone. After the beep, only the mechanical system prompt sound came out——

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