Chapter 1123 The almanac says
In the twenty-eighth year of the Republic of China, it was September 4th in the Gregorian calendar, and July 21st in the lunar year of Jimao.
When Cheng Qianfan was getting ready to go out, Bai Ruolan was looking through the perpetual calendar.
The almanac says that today is a good day to get married, move, get married, get engaged, and move to a new house.
At this moment, the phone rang.
Cheng Qianfan frowned slightly and stepped forward to pick up the phone receiver.
Xiaobao went to school, and Xiao Zhizhi was crying. The nanny took Xiao Zhizhi down, and Bai Ruolan took over the child smoothly.
“Okay, I understand.” Cheng Qianfan said with a calm tone and a calm expression.
He put down the phone receiver, turned to his wife and said, "I'm going to work."
“Wait a minute.” Bai Ruolan said.
“What’s wrong?” Cheng Qianfan looked at his wife.
Bai Ruolan held the child and looked deeply at her husband. Just now, she saw her husband's fingers holding the phone clenched tightly, and his other hand also clenched a fist.
A woman who is familiar with her husband feels an inexplicable pain in her heart. Although she does not know what is happening, she can feel that her man is suffering from great pain and sadness in his heart.
It just so happened that he had to pretend that nothing was wrong.
Cheng Qianfan frowned when Ruolan looked at him, "What's wrong? What do I have on me?"
Bai Ruolan chuckled and said: I read the almanac, it is a good day, suitable for welcoming new people. I agreed, and invited the sister from outside to come into the house to serve tea.
Cheng Qianfan jumped on his feet and argued: There is no sister outside, they are all rumors, and they are all rumors that taint a person's innocence.
"You know whether it's a rumor or not." Bai Ruolan handed the child to the wet nurse and came up to help her husband tidy up his uniform. Finally, she couldn't hold it back and pinched her husband's waist.
“Eh, eh, eh.” Cheng Qianfan cried out in pain and said angrily, “Only women and villains…”
I couldn't hear the rest of the words clearly, I muttered, put on my police hat and went out.
The little maid Li Zi couldn't hold back and laughed. The master didn't come back until late at night last night. It was said that the wife found lipstick marks on the master's collar again.
It’s true that you eat secretly without wiping your mouth.
…
“Brother Fan.” Li Hao stuffed the last piece of fried rice into his mouth and threw the newspaper in his hand out of the car window. “Go directly to the patrol room?”
"Patrol room." Cheng Qianfan said with a serious face. He rubbed his temples, "There was an accident at No. 62, Masinan Road."
“Brother Fan, is Cen Xu one of ours?” Li Hao asked in surprise.
“No.” Cheng Qianfan said.
Li Hao looked in the rearview mirror and saw a look of contempt on Brother Fan’s lips, ‘Chifei! ’
“Cen Xu is a member of the Red Party?” Li Hao frowned, “I didn’t see it.”
He easily took out the cigarette case from the glove box on his right, took a cigarette and put it into his mouth. He touched the lighter and lit the cigarette, took a slight puff, and muttered, "Brother Fan, I'm a high school student." Cen Xu?"
“Hiroyuki Kikube’s people searched the radio station from Cen Xu’s house, and Cen Xu also admitted that he was a member of the Red Party.” Cheng Qianfan was aroused by Li Hao. He touched his nose and finally held back.
Bai Ruolan didn't know where he learned how to maintain his health. He said that even though he couldn't quit smoking, he was not allowed to smoke within an hour after meals.
Outside, it is difficult for Cheng Qianfan to comply with this rule of his wife, but now that he has just left home, he is used to holding back. He feels that this is the minimum respect for his wife's care and love.
"Cen Xu has recruited?" Li Hao flicked the ashes of his cigarette, his expression a little curious and a bit contemptuous, "Isn't it said that many red party members are hard-core? There are many traitors here."
As he spoke, he turned the cigarette in his hand and chuckled, "I'm going to the extra-high school class this afternoon, and I want to see what Kikube looks like, haha."
Li Hao looked at Brother Fan through the rearview mirror. Brother Fan didn't care about the death of a red party member and seemed quite happy. At the same time, he was happy that Hiroyuki Kikube was injured.
He felt that he could not understand Brother Fan's heartfelt hatred and fear of the Red Party. After all, Mr. Cen also died fighting against Japan and should not be laughed at.
“Brother Fan, death is the most important thing.” Li Hao whispered.
“Huh?” Cheng Qianfan stopped spinning the cigarette in his hand. He glanced at Li Hao and only saw the back of Li Hao’s head.
Li Hao did not look back, but he felt that Brother Fan's eyes were like fire, which stung his neck with numbness and pain.
“You are right, the dead are the greatest.”
What Li Hao didn’t expect was that Brother Fan didn’t get angry or reprimand him.
Then he heard Brother Fan say slowly in a calm tone:
The dead Red Party members are all good Red Party members, well, the dead Japanese people are also good Japanese people.
Li Hao kept smacking his mouth, trying to say something, but in the end he said nothing.
“Give me the order.” Cheng Qianfan pondered for a moment and then said suddenly.
Li Hao said nothing, waiting for Brother Fan to give orders.
“Inform Wu Shunjia to go to Masinan Road. If the Japanese wait and catch the Red Party members, ignore them and let them go.” Cheng Qianfan paused and continued.
An inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "If the Japanese get nothing, send them to see their Majesty the Emperor."
"yes."
One minute later.
“Wait a moment.” Cheng Qianfan said, his brows furrowed, “The operation is cancelled.”
“Yes.” Li Hao was puzzled, but he knew what he should ask and what he should not ask.
…
No. 22, Xue Huali Road.
Li Hao stopped the car, got out of the car, and came around to help Brother Fan open the rear door.
Cheng Qianfan got out of the car and saw Lao Huang holding a chair under the eaves of the medical room, which happened to be a shady place. He was holding a cattail leaf fan in his hand and a small and delicate teapot in the other hand. It's pleasant.
“Brother Fan, I will drive to the repair shop in a moment.” Li Hao said.
"Hmm." Cheng Qianfan nodded, pointed at Lao Huang and cursed with a smile, "You old guy, you know how to be happy."
As he spoke, he took the briefcase from Li Hao's hand and walked towards Lao Huang.
“Qianfan!” From the window on the third floor, Peter stuck his head out and greeted, “Come here for a moment.”
"I know." Cheng Qianfan waved to Pete, but he walked over to Lao Huang, took the small teapot in Lao Huang's hand, raised his neck and took a sip, wiped his mouth, and leaned towards Lao Huang. Huang Erbian said, "Something happened at No. 62, Masinan Road. The Japanese are waiting for help. Comrade Cen Xu has already died."
Lao Huang snatched the teapot from Mr. Xiao Cheng's hand and muttered, "You drank my tea and said my tea was not good. Why don't you get me some good tea?"
“You old thing.” Cheng Qianfan laughed and scolded, pointing at Lao Huang, “Okay, come to my office in the morning, and I will give you a can of good tea.”
“Thank you, Vice President Cheng!” After receiving the promised benefits, Lao Huang immediately grinned. He held a small teapot in one hand, a cattail fan under his arm, and gave a French military salute with his right hand.
Cheng Qianfan shook his head, Lao Huang’s military salute was nondescript and not French at all.
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