Chapter 32 Orchids on the Windowsill
Song Fuguo gave Cheng Qianfan a task to secretly find out the whereabouts of Yingzuo Yingyi.
The patrol house is the official authority of the French Concession. It is more convenient to do things and has sufficient reasons that will not arouse suspicion.
Every patrol has its own intelligence channel behind it, and Song Fuguo believes that Cheng Qianfan does the same.
When he said goodbye and left, Cheng Qianfan handed the bread to Boss Tao, "Brother Tao, you came in a hurry and didn't buy any gifts for your niece. Take this back and give it to your niece to try."
Boss Tao glanced at it and said in surprise, "The little girl has talked about the square bread from Shilin Cafe several times."
He patted Cheng Qianfan on the shoulder happily and said, "I'm interested."
Cheng Qianfan smiled. This is a square-cornered German bread with a thick and crispy outer crust and a slightly moist center. It is the best of ordinary bread.
The store clerk said that this is a favorite among children. You can eat it without butter and it is delicious.
Looking down from the window on the second floor, I saw Cheng Qianfan holding a black umbrella and walking away.
Song Fuguo glanced at Xiao Tao who was about to speak, and said angrily, "If you have anything to say, just say it."
“Team leader, what’s going on with Cheng Qianfan’s parents? I never heard you mention it.”
"Mr. Cheng Wenzao and Ms. Su Zhifu, these two are Cheng Qianfan's parents and members of our party." Song Fuguo said in a low tone, "In the fifteenth year of the Republic of China, at the beginning of the Northern Expedition, they secretly promoted the Northern Expedition in Shanghai. Unfortunately, they were discovered by Sun Chuanfang. They were arrested and killed.”
Xiao Tao looked astonished. Cheng Qianfan had such a background. No wonder the team leader suddenly decided to come forward in person today.
…
“It is said that after the liberation of Shanghai, the Party Headquarters of Jiangshan County in Quzhou held a memorial service for the two of them, and the principal sent elegiac couplets.” Song Fuguo said slowly.
Xiao Tao was shocked, "How is that possible?"
"The Cheng family is a scholarly family in Jiangshan County, Quzhou Prefecture, and is highly respected in the local area." Song Fuguo glanced at Xiao Tao, "Have you forgotten where Quzhou is?"
Quzhou Prefecture is in Zhejiang, Xiao Tao understood.
"Team leader, Cheng Qianfan is from Jiangshan County, so isn't he the same as the director..." Xiao Tao drew inferences.
"Understand now?" Song Fuguo chuckled, "Even though Cheng Qianfan has only joined the Secret Service now, this guy is a talent and a native of the country. As long as he doesn't make mistakes, his future achievements will not be matched by you."
“Uncle, I’m not bad either.” Xiao Tao said with a smile, pointing to the bread, “I didn’t expect that Qianfan would still remember my girl.”
Song Fuguo was not his distant cousin, but his biological uncle.
“He is a thoughtful and knowledgeable person.” Song Fuguo nodded.
“We can’t come back to this restaurant in the short term.” Song Fuguo suddenly said.
“Team leader, do you doubt Cheng Qianfan?”
"It's not that I doubt it." Song Fuguo said with a serious expression, "Remember, Xiao Tao, in our line of work, people's hearts are far apart, so be careful not to make big mistakes."
"yes."
Song Fuguo did not lie to Cheng Qianfan. This restaurant was indeed run by the Secret Service. However, everyone from the owner to the chef to the waiters were all ordinary people and had nothing to do with the Secret Service.
He chose this place to meet with Cheng Qianfan, so he was naturally prepared for it.
If something happens to the hotel, this is an early warning.
…
Cheng Qianfan did not call a rickshaw after leaving the restaurant. He held an umbrella and strolled through the bustling streets.
The rain fell on the black umbrella, ticking, like the sound of a clock ticking.
Song Fuguo mentioned his parents. On a special day like his mother's birthday, this young man's heart was once again shrouded in sadness. Long-lasting memories flooded his heart, and finally turned into a deep longing for his parents.
When Cheng Wenzao and Su Zhifu died, it was still the period of Guohong cooperation.
The two worked in public identities as teachers of Meixi Primary School until their death. They also died as members of the Kuomintang Party and did not reveal their identities as secret members of the Red Party.
After the death of his parents, Comrade "Farmer" was entrusted by Comrade "Xiang Wu" to temporarily entrust him, who was only eleven years old at the time, to the "St. Peter's Church" nursing home.
After Comrade "Nongfu" left Shanghai, Comrade "Zhulin" who secretly took care of him sent someone to send him back to his grandfather in his hometown in Jiangshan to stay with his grandfather for a while.
The voices and smiles of his parents, Comrade Zhulin, Aunt Luo Huijun, Lao Liao, etc., the figures of these people flashed through his mind like a movie.
got windy.
Cheng Qianfan adjusted the scarf around his neck to keep himself warm.
The pace quickened, and he had never been so eager to return home as at this moment. Even though he was the only one in the empty house, it was also his home, where he had the happiest childhood.
Cheng Qianfan returned to his home in Yandeli and cooked a pot of spring bamboo shoot noodles. This is the kind of noodles that his father would cook with his own hands every time his mother passed away.
Three bowls of noodles and three pairs of bowls and chopsticks are placed on the round table.
He took another plate of bad edamame from the kitchen.
This is Cheng Wenzao’s favorite dish to go with wine.
Poured a glass of wine.
Cheng Wenzao is not greedy for drinking, just drink lightly.
Get a stack of shrimp chili sauce.
This is Su Zhifu's favorite dish when eating noodles. He scooped out a full spoonful and placed it in the bowl of noodles with lotus on the rim.
Carefully took two poached eggs from the two bowls of noodles from his parents and muttered "Thank you, Mom and Dad" in his mouth.
After taking two bites of the poached egg, Cheng Qianfan raised his head and smiled, "Mom, I forgot to say, happy birthday."
“Dad, when I grow up, I will drink with you.”
Everything was just like ten years ago... He remembered that the whole family gave birth to a child for his mother for the last time.
Cheng Qianfan ate the noodles with big mouthfuls, and his tears could no longer be stopped, dripping into the bowl.
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the next morning.
A rare sunny day.
The residents of Yandli were busy washing and drying their clothes, and the alleys were filled with the breath of life after a quiet night.
Cheng Qianfan opened the window.
Put down a basket with a rope, and put the banknotes in the basket.
“Liu Ada, come and have a bowl of chaos.”
“Okay, Inspector Cheng, good morning.”
Cheng Qianfan glanced at it and saw that there were fifteen Chaos in the bowl, two more than other customers. This was the sign of patrolling Cheng Qianfan at Liu Ada.
After eating Chaos, I put down the Chaos bowl with the basket, and heard Aunt Ma arguing with Liu A again, saying that Chaos was overcooked and she had to pay for an extra bowl of Chaos soup.
Hand carefully inspected and wiped his Browning gun.
Cheng Qianfan put on his patrol uniform. He opened the window and placed a pot of orchids on the window sill. In order to prevent the flower pot from falling, he tied the flower pot with a knot horizontally with a red cloth strip. He checked again and made sure it was OK. If it falls, close the window and bolt it.
This is not only a signal to report to the organization that it is safe, but also a code to request the organization to contact you.
He is now out of touch with the organization and can only send signals to the organization in this way.
This is a stupid method. Maybe the organization will contact you tomorrow, but maybe no one will contact you for half a year or a year.
“Brother Fan, save me.”
Cheng Qianfan pressed down skillfully.
Amid the screams of the half-grown child, Cheng Qianfan left Yandli.
●The central patrol room should be very lively today.
…
At this time, Fan Laosan, the owner of Sanweiheng Restaurant on Father Jin Road, was worried.
Lai Xiaowu, a clerk in his shop, had a conflict with a drunken man last night and was beaten with a bruised nose and face. He went to check on him and refused to go to work for three to five days.
This made Fan Laosan very worried. There were only two clerks in the store, Xiaowu and Luo Zizi, who took turns running the store and delivering takeaways.
Now Lai Xiaowu is injured and has to rest for three to five days. He can't afford to hire someone for these three to five days.
The most important thing is that he is reluctant to spend this "wasted money".
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