Chapter 16 The second shot

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Recently, Lu Yu has been singing every night.

Although Commander Lu also liked to play in the past, but it was always outside. At home, it was nothing more than a poker game, inviting friends to have tea or a meal in twos and threes. There was never a dance party like this for days and nights. The extra chores made the experienced manager Lang also have some insomnia and hair loss.

Fu Jiusi was eating a chestnut cake on the sofa, someone teased: What good food is Jiuye eating, and I will share it too?

He pointed to the dining table: "You have to eat and take your own."

The other person shook his head: Don't be so good, just have this whole one in your arms, with chocolate on top, it looks much more delicious.

Fu Jiusi hugged the cake tightly, protecting the food with no grace and integrity.

Everyone laughed and asked Commander Lu, how did he get this special treatment alone?

Commander Lu pointed to the dog on the carpet: "If you want to ask my family what to eat inside and out, I can't use it. Brother Ninth is here, and he will learn all the instructions once or twice."

As soon as Sanhua heard that the topic was related to it, she immediately changed from lying on a corpse to her ears pricked up.

Fu Jiusi commanded with his fork in his mouth, "Come on, get out!"

I saw the fat and round dog roll nimbly on the ground, then raised his head and wagged his tail to ask for credit.

Fu Jiusi picked a chestnut ball from the cake to feed it, and the fat dog turned around and acted like a spoiled child again.

When everyone saw this, they all praised: Interesting, Jiu Ye is really amazing!

He Yu'an was here today. He was caught at the card table, and then he was not free. The people who came saw Commander Lu's face, but they didn't dare to make such an excessive idea. Hold it as a rare thing.

"Go play cards!" Commander Lu winked.

Fu Jiusi was still struggling to part with the cake, so he poked a large piece of it with a fork: "No! It's a win anyway, it's boring."

Commander Lu persuaded him: "How fun it is to win, if I tell you, just win their money and buy a cake to eat!"

Fu Jiusi glanced at the other side of the poker table: "It's your money that wins."

Lu Mincheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "He Yu'an is rich - you don't know, they sing operas, and there's more than that in a single show!"

Among the guests were several young ladies, who were not shy when they met Commander Lu, and invited him to dance generously. Faced with the invitation from a beautiful lady, Commander Lu would not refuse and slid onto the dance floor.

Fu Jiusi was a little tired after eating the whole cake. He was startled with three flowers in his arms. When the music was over, he suddenly realized that Lu Min was gone. He hurriedly looked around. The man disappeared.

With a thought, he left the dog and ran out of the house. The courtyard was full of moonlight, and it was peaceful and peaceful.

There were faint voices in the house, occasionally mixed with one or two loud laughter.

Suddenly there was a chill on the nerve endings, his heart tightened, and he looked up suddenly. The dim light from the window on the east side of the second floor was inconspicuous in the brightly lit house, but he was suspicious that there seemed to be a sound coming from there. .

There were footsteps behind him, he turned his head and saw that it was Xu Zhengyuan. The other party looked in a hurry, as if there was something urgent, the distance was not too far, but he didn't notice his existence.

After a while, Xu Zhengyuan went back and forth. He stood under the street lamp at the entrance of the house and made a "please" gesture. Then Fu Jiusi saw a person walking from the prosperity behind him into the dark night in front of him.

When he saw the face clearly, he frowned, why is it him?

Twenty minutes ago—

Lu Mincheng lightly squeezed the trigger with his index finger: "Don't move."

The man froze, and then stopped moving.

"turn around."

The man turned around slowly, like the figure of Tsing Yi on the stage, soft and refined, and his style was self-contained.

"I originally wanted to give you a chance, but I didn't expect you to be so impatient," Lu Mincheng said in a slightly disappointed voice, "Boss He."

He Yuan stood with his head bowed, beside him a password box and a stack of open documents.

At this point, he has nothing to say.

"Who do you do things for?" Lu Mincheng suddenly said sharply, "Japanese? Or..."

He remained speechless.

Lu Mincheng called and ordered Xu Zhengyuan to come quickly. After hanging up the phone, the two met each other and sat and stood one by one, just like they usually comment on dramas.

After a cigarette, Lu Mincheng was no longer anxious, but there was a thick fog in his chest that could not be dispersed, making it hard to breathe.

He lit a second cigarette and took two deep puffs, allowing the nicotine to fill the alveoli.

"Your fellow' fellow, Qin Jiang, has already been arrested."

He Yu'an trembled, and for the first time a crack appeared on Gu Jing Wubo's face.

"Three days and three nights, you know the rules in our prison. The reason why I still hold this man's breath is because I want to hear his kisses," Lu Mincheng stared at him, digging the knife deeply. Pierced into this man's heart, "Unfortunately, he won't even mention your name."

He Yu'an's eyelashes trembled, and suddenly, he raised his head and said urgently, "I'll go with you! You let him go."

Lu Mincheng sneered: "Let him go? I'm a soldier, he's a spy. Do you think I can let him go?"

He restrained his smile, with ice in his eyes: "Boss He's last play is really bad."

When Fu Jiusi entered the mansion again, Lu Mincheng had already returned to the living room.

However, for some reason, he always felt that something was wrong with this person.

"Are you all right?" He was a little worried.

Lu Mincheng raised his eyes to look at him, looked at him, and suddenly smiled: "Let me go to the play tomorrow."

Fu Jiusi was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "No."

But he didn't expect Lu Mincheng to agree: "Okay, I won't go if I don't go."

He was stunned again, and then looked at him, but was suddenly stabbed by the deep fatigue in this man's eyes.

He faintly realized that something had happened, but Lu Mincheng would not tell him.

He always has endless secrets.

"...It's not that you can't go," he squeaked, "Who's playing?"

"...Shuangquelou, Mo Yulan sings the peach blossom fan."

"Mo Yulan?" Fu Jiusi was stunned, "Didn't he sing Beijing opera?"

"He is now settled in Shanghai, how dare he not pick up Kunqu Opera."

So the two of them agreed.

The second night after watching the play, Lu Mincheng was dragged by Fu Jiusi to have supper.

It was a Western-style restaurant hidden in the corner of the Bund. The entrance was an inconspicuous alley. Turn the corner and go up a short flight of stairs. The railings on both sides were covered with yellow wood incense.

Lu Mincheng didn't like western food, but today it was Fu Jiusi who led the way to treat guests, so he followed suit.

Fu Jiusi didn't discuss with him either, so he just ordered a few things: "Lasagna with tomato sauce, roasted lamb chops with rosemary, oysters with lemon juice, one roast chicken, one roast vegetable, one almond pancake, one Chocolate ice cream."

Lu Mincheng was curious: "What's your stomach made of? It's noodles, sheep and chickens at night. Can you sleep after eating it?"

Fu Jiusi said, "I don't have to finish it, I just want you to taste it."

The dish was served quickly, and the lasagna was placed in two printed porcelain plates. Lu Mincheng tasted it first, stunned, and then moved the knife and fork: "...It tastes good."

Fu Jiusi said, "The proprietress made this tomato meat sauce herself. I heard that she used some ancestral secret recipe from her family and brought it all the way from Europe to China. During the World War, she didn't lose her craftsmanship."

When the bottom of the plate is eaten, there are patterns on the bottom of the plate, which are multicolored flower-shaped bats and green gourd vines, which seem to be derived from the meaning of "Fu Lu" in Chinese culture.

Lu Mincheng was surprised at first, and then he understood after a little thought, so he smiled.

Fu Jiusi asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Lu Mincheng said: "Laugh at them not only moving the original things from their own homes, but also deliberately putting Chinese 'traditions' in some places."

Fu Jiu thought for a while: "That's right, after all, it's for foreigners to see."

This restaurant tastes really good, except for the oysters with lemon juice, which is raw food, which Lu Mincheng is really not used to eating, the rest make him appetite, especially the roast chicken that only occupies half of the table.

The surface of the chicken is brushed with honey, and the slightly burnt skin overflows with juice. The chicken belly is torn open, and there are apples, olives, ginkgo nuts and other ingredients inside. The mouth is fragrant but not greasy.

The roast lamb chops are rib meat, crispy on the outside, juicy on the inside, rich in rosemary, and sweet with pine wood flavors.

This restaurant is located on the Bund, hidden in the radiance of "Oriental Wall Street", like a candy in a gem box, inconspicuous, but full of flavors different from those bright pearls.

Lu Mincheng looked at Fu Jiusi as if he were looking at a whole new era. He came from ancient history, but he didn't get the slightest smell of it. Whether it was good or bad, he grew up on this land independently, and gradually became a fascinating landscape.

like Shanghai.

He couldn't help but sigh, for his aging soul and his ill-timed nostalgia, his memory still lingers in the Summer Palace outside Xizhimen, where he used to go for outings in the past, and privately thought of the emerald green Longevity Mountain and the blue waters. Kunming Lake is more charming than the Forbidden City.

"What are you looking at?"

Lu Mincheng's eyes fell from the void back to the person in front of him, watching him swallow the last scoop of ice cream into his stomach, then he took the lemonade and slowly served the almond cookie.

"Ninth brother, what do you plan to do in the future?"

Fu Jiusi was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood that when he said "later", he meant after the official war.

He thought for a while: "Most of my sisters are going to leave. My sister-in-law is pregnant with a child and can't stay. The elder brother means that I will go with them."

Where to go? Hong Kong and the United States, the farther away the better.

Both of them were quiet, and Lu Mincheng thought to himself: If you know the result, you want him to say it again.

But the next second, I heard the man say: "However, I will still stay."

"Actually, the country is pretty good. I've been away for so many years. Now that I'm back, I feel at ease." He paused, "Well—it's not all for you."

Lu Mincheng was stunned for a moment, and then his heart was shocked: He!

It really said it directly!

For the first time, Xinyi was exposed to the sun, hot, dazzling, and warm.

Like what he would do.

Fu Jiusi laughed: "Actually, in a war, apart from you guys on the battlefield, those of us should be somewhat useful."

More than useful, 40 million people put on armor and sacrificed the mountains and rivers with my flesh and blood.

Lu Mincheng has always known his destination, the people still have a choice, but he has only one ending.

It was a war with no end in sight, and he sealed a heart and was fully prepared for it.

However, no one thought that someone Gu Zi opened his chest and wanted to grasp the beating flesh and blood with his own hands.

He took out the cigarette, and his hand wiping the fire trembled slightly, revealing the shaking in his heart.

Fu Jiusi was still talking: "The battle is over. I don't think I can get a job in the government. Otherwise, I will go to university. I heard Kong Qingfang say the day before yesterday that their school is recruiting teachers."

"Big brother has always wanted me to take over the family's affairs, but I'm lazy, I love to play, and I can't deal with those people under my command."

He paused and summarized the topic: "Anyway, I won't go."

Lu Mincheng was biting his cigarette, suddenly a little irritable, he made a mistake, and the ashes fell on the table: "No, you have to go."

Fu Jiusi was stunned, and saw the fire in his eyes: "Go, go abroad, the United States, as long as it's a safe place - with your family."

To this, Fu Jiusi only answered one word: "No."

They were deadlocked, and neither would budge.

Fu Jiusi dipped the almond round cake with jam and icing sugar, and wrapped it into a sweet cake that Lu Mincheng thought was difficult to eat.

Looking at it, he suddenly said, "Are you doing this to everyone?"

A heart is entrusted with no scruples, and everyone will do what you want.

Fu Jiusi had no intention of retreating, and told him plainly, "No, just for you."

He persuaded him sincerely: "You shouldn't waste your time on me."

Fu Jiusi said proudly, "You can't control it."

The first head-to-head confrontation was unsuccessful. After dinner, the two walked along the Bund.

The night falls, and thousands of lights are lit on the ground. The foreign buildings in the concession are magnificent and exquisite, full of exotic atmosphere. Looking across the street, it looks like a magical world in a crystal ball.

Fu Jiusi suddenly turned to face him, stretched out his hand and pointed to the side: "Look, this is the most important thing in China."

Lu Mincheng nodded, but he didn't know what he meant.

His face was half-bloomed under the street lights: "It's been almost a hundred years since the British demarcated the concession, and the development here has been far behind other places. However, the concession is the concession, the most glorious and the most humiliating. imprint."

He looked at him: "Actually, I'm not that far from you. Although I studied Shakespeare and Tennyson, I can also understand the peach blossom fan and the peony pavilion."

"Don't always draw a line in front of me, as if I can't get close to you."

Lu Mincheng was at a loss for words. He built the wall and issued an ultimatum, but he didn't expect to hit the cotton with a punch. But there was a voice in his heart that fell into the ground, clamoring for the willingness to surrender.

The two went back by car, and they didn't bring a driver today, so Commander Lu personally played the role.

Fu Jiusi thought that this person was used to riding in other people's cars, and his level should be like that, but he didn't want to see it today and it would be very good.

The car drove past the foreign building complex, and on the left was a dark tidal flat. The originally high moon was covered by clouds, and the Huangpu River could not see the sparkling light, only the sound of the tide was getting louder.

Suddenly, something flashed across the night, and the next second, the sound of gunfire and the friction of the wheels when braking sounded at the same time.