Miao Chengfang looked around, and after making sure that no one was following, he quickly walked into a teahouse.

It is said to be a teahouse, but it is actually shabby, and there are two tables in it. And it's dilapidated, and it looks like it will fall down if you push it.

The boss was an old man in his fifties, listlessly curled up in a corner, with his sleeves on, and his head dozing there little by little.

This teahouse doesn't even have a signboard.

The old man's surname is Sun, and no one knows his name, so they all call him Sun Dawan.

He came to Shanghai many years ago, without a wife or children, just a lonely old man.

This teahouse is particularly interesting, and the Shanghainese people drink tea when they pay attention to it completely, the guests who come in are a big bowl of tea made with broken tea leaves, which the northerners call "Gao Mo".

To drink this kind of tea, you have to blow desperately, and then quickly take a sip, otherwise, you will have a mouthful of tea leaves.

There are also foods, blackened tortillas, dough kneaded from crushed steamed bun dregs, hot? The hot thing is to bring you a bowl of black mess with a hodgepodge of everything.

There's a mess of all kinds of dishes in the hodgepodge, and if you're lucky, you might be able to pick up a shredded piece of meat.

Some people have always seen that Sun Dawan goes to the nearby restaurants every afternoon and evening, wrapping the leftover meals of those guests and taking them away.

The owner of the restaurant looked at him pitifully and didn't care about him.

Nine times out of ten, what he eats in this teahouse is those leftovers.

Since the guests who can come to this kind of place don't care about these things at all, they are all masters who really don't have two dollars in their pockets and want to fill their stomachs.

Didn't get a live coachman, didn't do the coolie of business......

Drink a big bowl of tea, eat something and pad it, at the end, drink a bowl of steaming chowder soup, go back to sleep beautifully, and wake up the next day, this life has to go on, right?

How much is it after eating?

You look at the give.

Give too much, don't return. Give less, don't chase you.

If you really don't have any money in your pocket today, after eating and drinking, wipe your mouth, and leave.

Next time you have money, you can make up for it.

Are there any defaults?

Yes!

But very little.

Why?

You don't necessarily have to pay your debts today, and you won't come next time? Who hasn't been down? The people who come here are more when they are poor, and less when they are rich.

If you don't give it, everyone is poor, are you sorry?

There are really shameless people, bullying Sun Dawan is old, his old eyes are dizzy, and the light in the room is dim, and he owes your account, and you may not recognize it next time.

But Sun Dawan has this ability.

If you don't pay the debt last time, even if you come back after a year and a half, you want to drink tea and eat, Sun Dawan will always speak in pidgin Shanghainese unhurriedly:

"Boss, Nong last time, the money on the X month and X is still hanging on the account."

The time is not bad at all.

Sun Dawan is such a person, a poor person, but not to the point where he can't open the pot.

As soon as Miao Chengfang came in, Sun Dawan, who was still dozing off just now, opened his eyes, glanced at Miao Chengfang, and stood up.

"A bowl of tea, a cake, a bowl of soup."

Miao Chengfang sat down and said.

After a while, Sun Dawan brought the things that the guests wanted, then moved a stool and sat down next to Miao Chengfang.

This position is just right to keep an eye on the gate.

"Master Miao, these are not for you to eat." With a mouth, Sun Dawan said something like this.

"You can eat, why can't I eat?"

"It's not clean, what is your identity?"

"What am I? What else can I be now? Miao Chengfang smiled, tore off a piece of black cake, stuffed it into his mouth, and then took another sip of chowder soup, and then stirred it with chopsticks: "Hey, shredded meat, shredded meat, Xiaobao, my luck is really good." The restaurants around here are closed, can you still get shredded meat? ”

He actually called an old man in his fifties "Xiaobao".

Sun Dawan's body trembled: "Master Miao, you have lost weight." ”

"You say, everything is good in China, but people are too hypocritical to each other, and when they meet, they always like to say that the other party has lost weight. Where have I lost weight, I'm still fat. ”

Miao Chengfang said lightly: "Xiaobao, how have you been doing in the past few years?" ”

"What can I do, I'll just survive." Sun Dawan sighed: "I always think about Miao Ye in my heart, obviously I am in Shanghai, but I just don't dare to see you." Miao Ye, this is the Japanese control area, in the morning, there are a few little Japanese who came in to search, that is, they thought I was dirty here, and they didn't find anything after searching, they slapped me twice, kicked me a few times and left. ”

The light was too dim, Miao Chengfang took a closer look, and found that half of Sun Dawan's face was really red and swollen.

"Xiaobao, you have suffered."

"Master Miao, I'm not bitter, I'm still Xiaobao, I'm forty-three." Sun Dawan smiled: "Master Miao, today, are you here to let me on the road?" ”

Who would have thought that this "old man" who looked old and was in his fifties was only forty-three years old.

Miao Chengfang nodded with some difficulty.

Sun Dawan was still there smiling: "Master Miao, I've been waiting for this day." Seven years ago, I should have died, and you saved me. Five years ago, I should have died too, but you saved me. For more than five years, I have been waiting to return your life. I still remember what you said to me that day. ”

……

"Xiaobao, lurk."

Five years ago, Miao Chengfang said coldly to Sun Dawan: "You remember, you owe me two lives, and when I find you again, it will be time for you to return my life." ”

"Master Miao, I remember. I'm waiting for you to come and ask for my life! ”

Sun Dawan said respectfully.

That day was February 6, 1932.

……

Sun Dawan still remembers everything that happened that day.

He was still smiling: "Seven years ago, when I was on a mission, I killed my own people by mistake, and according to family law, I should have been executed, but you replaced me with a stand-in." Five years ago, when the Japanese were fighting in Shanghai, I was so angry that I pulled out one of the Japanese contact points, and I killed none of the seven Japanese spies in it.

But I was also injured, and it was you who rushed to the scene at the risk of death, carried me out, and helped me take care of my injuries. It's a pity that my right hand can no longer do the hard work. Otherwise, I would have been able to kill the Japanese. Master Miao, from that time on, I swore that no matter how you want me to die, what you didn't say, I will die according to the method you said. ”

Miao Chengfang took the tea bowl and looked at it and wanted to take a drink, but put it down again: "Xiaobao, I want to fight the Japanese, although the Japanese trust me, but after all, it has been so many years, so I need a meeting gift." ”

"In ancient times, Jing Ke assassinated Qin and asked for the head of General Fan Yuzhi, but Fan Yuzhi didn't even hesitate, so he cut off his head as a gift for the audience." Sun Dawan still smiled so calmly:

"The Japanese have been looking for me for five years, they can't find me, and there is nothing more suitable than my head as a greeting gift. I am today's Fan Yuji, and I have nothing to fear when I die. ”

As he spoke, he raised his right hand: "My hand, after that injury, looks no different from a normal person, but unfortunately it can't shoot anymore." I am a waste person, and I use the head of a waste person to complete the task for Miao Ye, happy, happy! ”

He stood up again, and from the garbage heap in a corner, he took out two bottles of wine, one bottle was given to Miao Chengfang, and the other bottle opened the cap by himself, took a few big sips to the mouth of the bottle, and put down the bottle:

"After speaking, Master Miao, what do you want me to do?"

"I'll betray you to the Japanese!" Miao Cheng said his plan with a serious face, and then said: "It's just that you can't fall into the hands of the Japanese!" ”

"I know, I, Sun Xiaobao, will not be a prisoner of the Japanese to death!"

Sun Dawan smiled very happily, but then the smile disappeared: "Master Miao, are my wife and children okay?" ”

Everyone knows that Sun Dawan is a lonely old man, with no daughter-in-law and no children, but who knows that he not only has a beautiful and virtuous daughter-in-law, but also a lovely son?

Miao Chengfang was silent for a moment: "I sent someone to inform you of the 'death', your daughter-in-law has not remarried for so many years, is filial to her in-laws, and raises her children." ”

"Good, good!" Sun Dawan finally smiled again: "I have a wife and children, what can I regret when I die?" Master Miao, I will ask you for one thing, if you have the opportunity, let my son build me a grave! ”

"Brother Xiaobao, I respect you!"

Miao Chengfang raised the wine bottle and drank a small half in one go.

He put down the bottle heavily: "Good way, brother!" ”

"Master Miao."

Sun Dawan suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to Miao Chengfang:

"Master Miao, I should have given you these three heads a long time ago. Xiaobao is going to die, and I don't owe you anything from now on! ”

Miao Chengfang nodded silently, and then walked out tremblingly.

Sun Dawan was drinking alone, and after drinking a bottle of wine, he came to the pile of garbage again, brushed aside the garbage, took out a stone from the wall, and took out a cloth bag from the dark hole.

Coming back to do it, he opened the cloth bag.

Inside, there was a shell gun and two magazines.

He disassembled the gun, wiped it carefully, and put it back together.

He scrutinized every bullet.

His right hand was crippled, but his left hand could still move.

Sun Xiaobao, the killer who killed Qikou in a rage, is still alive!

……

"Coming back?"

Tian Qi found that Miao Chengfang's face was a little abnormal.

"I'm back." Miao Chengfang smelled of alcohol: "Tian Qi, after following me for this time, I originally wanted to continue training you, but now it looks like the training is going to end early." ”

"Why?"

"Why?" Miao Chengfang said coldly: "By my side, only I asked you to do something, and you are not qualified to ask why." I let you die, and you must die without hesitation! ”

Tian Qi was a little unconvinced, but he really didn't have any special good way to deal with this old thing.