Vol 7 Chapter 47: The best parting of life

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"Oh, Changshan is good. Long Yang." Liu Yan said plainly, politely, but his tone was clear that he didn't take the hero seriously.
Chang Shan was a little bit embarrassed, but he had already robbed the money, and he couldn't get involved anymore. Just about to say something, there would be a time when he went out to flash people, but suddenly he found the jade pendant hanging on Xiao Chen Zikun's neck. It was a Hetian sheep in good condition. Zhiyu is worth the old nose money.
A big furry hand reached out to Xiao Chen Zikun’s neck in an attempt to pull the jade pendant off, but before the jade pendant got his hand, Chang Shan felt that something was on his crotch. When he looked down, the child was actually holding a handle of hair. Suzhang Xinlei aimed at his heirloom stuff, this shot is not necessarily terrible, afterwards, you will have to squat like a lady.
Chang Shan’s good face turned red, and he was pecked by Xiao Jiaqiao after playing with the eagle all his life. Before the adults took a shot, an eleven or twelve-year-old child restrained himself. If this is spread, The name Changshan is over.
Looking at the adult again, he looked calm and breezy, and he clearly regarded Changshanhao, who is famous in Kanto, as a thief.
Changshan’s good complexion changed from red to pale again. He found that the situation was a little unbreakable. The opponent was obviously a stubble of tigers pretending to be a pig, a detective from the Kwantung Army’s detective team, or a friend in the rivers and lakes. Can't guess right for a while, anyway, I'm planted today.
"Come on, today I agree." Chang Shanhao let go of his right hand, the box cannon hung on his index finger, and his left hand slowly retracted and raised it high. This is a sign of weakness. Of course, he has left behind. The thief Jiang Yang had a gun on his body, another box cannon was pinned to his waist, two horse-patterns were stuck in his back, and a flower mouth was stuck in his ankle, let alone spread all over him. There are all kinds of flying knives, sleeve arrows and daggers all over the body, as long as the opponent relaxes slightly, he can release the ultimate move.
But they didn't mean to take him to receive a reward at all, so Dad said softly: "Okay, leave some respect for the hero."
The child put the gun away, gave him a proud glance, and turned his head to look out the window.
Chang Shan was a little embarrassed. He inserted the gun back to his waist and took out the banknotes in his arms: "If you have eyes but don't know Mount Tai, the money will be returned."
Liu Yan said straightforwardly: "The New Year is almost coming. The big boss always has to give his brothers an explanation. Use the money to buy some new year goods, as it is our father's heart."
Changshan's face was flushed with embarrassment, but he was a resounding man, not hypocritical, and took the banknotes back into his arms, clasping his fists: "Qingshan will not change to green water..."
There was a rush of Japanese shouts outside. Chang Shan acted very fast. He opened the box door and did not dare to show his head. He only took out a small mirror and looked at both ends of the corridor through reflection. The police officers from Nanman Railway came over from both sides. Li Du was holding a pistol. This was to catch alive. He returned to the box, said harassment, pushed open the window glass, leaned out half of his body, didn't jump under the car, but went directly on the roof.
The police rushed into the box. There were no shadows of thieves. They heard the sound of someone running above their heads. They hurriedly informed the other soldiers who escorted the car, and then bowed and apologized in a mess: "Simi Masai!" They regarded Liu Yanzhi and his son as if Honorable Japanese Chinese.
When the police officers exited the box, Liu Yan looked straight out and found that the train was turning and Changshan was running on the roof of the car, dressed in leather robe. A group of Japanese police officers clumsily followed behind, yelling and cowering.
There was a good whistle from Changshan, and from nowhere, a black horse with no bristles came out. It was parallel to the train, galloping with all four hooves, and the mane fluttering in the wind. The Changshan jumped down so that it was fair and unbiased. On horseback, all the guests on the train were applauded when they met, and Liu Yanzhi couldn't help but praise his good riding skills.
The stuff was contented, galloping, and the father and son Liu Yanzhi in the car window shouted: "If the green mountains don't change the long green water, we will have a period of time..." The voice was getting farther and farther, and gradually disappeared.
"Uncle, what does he do, so amazing." Xiao Chen Zikun's eyes were a little fascinating.
"The horse thief, the work of the horse thief." Liu Yan said straight, looking thoughtfully at the northeast forest where Changshan had disappeared.
The end of the Nanman Railway is Dalian, the southernmost point of the Liaodong Peninsula. At that time, Dalian was a Japanese colony. It was a brand-new city, and it was a clean and tidy place unlike the Qing Dynasty. Liu Yanzhi had to tell his son the history of the Sino-Japanese War.
This trip allowed Chen Zikun to gain a lot of knowledge, and Chen Yongren’s physical condition was getting worse and worse. Liu Yanzhi decided to end the trip and take his children back to Shanghai to study, but before returning home, he had to go to Beijing again to witness one. The end of the dynasty.
The father and son took a sea boat from Dalian to Tianjin, landed in Tianjin and transferred to the train, passing by Yangcun, Langfang, Huangcun, Fengtai, Yongdingmen, and arrived at Qianmen Railway Station East Station.
On February 12, 1912, the twelfth lunar month of the lunar calendar, the Qing emperor announced his abdication. After the 268th year of the Qing Dynasty, after 11 emperors, they finally ended their rule amidst internal and external troubles. The Huanglong Banner came down and the emperor was immersed. In an atmosphere of inexplicable anxiety and anxiety, the Qing Dynasty died, but China did not have a unified political power. Yuan Shikai held a heavy Beiyang army in the north, and Sun Wenyigan the revolutionary party to establish the country in Nanjing. The next step is to fight for peace. God knows .
Liu Yanzhi doesn’t care about those. He and his son spent New Year’s Eve in Beijing and set off again for Shanghai. The first-class ship from Tianjin to Shanghai was expensive but very comfortable. The VIP channel was used for boarding and disembarking, and luggage was carried. For Chen Yongren to be able to do more After a while, Liu Yanzhi had to spend the money.
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After returning to Shanghai, Liu Yanzhi went to worship the two deceased first. Huo Yuanjia was poisoned to death by the Japanese two years ago. Tao Chengzhang was also assassinated last month. The Restoration Society fell apart and the hotel staff went to the building. Fortunately, Zhou Jiarui is still there. His career is inseparable from Shanghai, and he has to stay with his scalp.
Liu Yanzhi approached Zhou Jiarui and asked him to arrange admissions. Chen Zikun was too young and his twelve-year-old child was almost in high school. It would be an exaggeration to go to St. John’s University. However, Zhou Jiarui is very capable. He is one of St. John’s school directors. Enrollment of outstanding students is not a problem.
In the warm spring season, in a classroom at St. John’s University in Shanghai, two teachers invited by Zhou Jiarui are reviewing Chen Zikun’s examination papers. This child is not very old, but his Mandarin and English levels have reached the middle school level and he has traveled extensively. He has a tough personality, and his physique far exceeds that of children of the same age.
Outside the classroom, Zhou Jiarui, wearing a tuxedo and a top hat, turned his back on his back and smiled and said straight to Liu Yan: "Don't worry, go to the preparatory school first. I will officially enroll next year. I have all arranged."
There was a group of people playing football on the green grass in the distance. Seeing his son's irritation, Liu Yan said to him: "Let's go play for a while. I have a conversation with Mr. Zhou."
"Well, I went." Xiao Chen Zikun ran away.
Liu Yan stared at his back in a trance, before returning to his senses for a long time, he said to Zhou Jiarui: "My days are running out, and there are some things to be done by one person, and the child will ask you."
Zhou Jiarui looked at his skinny face and nodded solemnly: "Yanzhi, there is me here, don't worry."
Liu Yanzhi was taken aback: "Do you know it's me?"
"I can feel it." Zhou Jiarui also looked at the children playing in the distance, "I used to be a traverser."
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When Xiao Chen Zikun ran back sweating profusely, Uncle Chen Yongren was no longer there. He asked Zhou Jiarui: "Mr. Zhou, where is my uncle?"
"He's going to work, and he will be back in a few days." Zhou Jiarui touched the child's head and said, "This head will catch up with me in two years. There is your Uncle Zhou in Shanghai, so you can call me if something happens. "
Little Chen Zikun nodded ignorantly. He thought that his uncle would be back soon, but he didn't expect that this parting was Yong Jue.
In the next classroom ~EbookFREE.me~ the melodious chorus came out. This is a sad English song sung by the church school choir.
Should　auld　acquaintance　be　,
and　never　brought　to　mind?
Should　auld　acquaintance　be　,
for　the　sake　of　auld　lang　syne.
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we\'ll　take　a　cup　of　kindness　yet
for　the　sake　of　auld　lang　syne.
for　the　sake　of　auld　lang　syne.
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