At dawn, in the morning glow, merchants tore down their door panels and cleaned the front of their doors. The street, which had been quiet all night, gradually began to become noisy.
He was dressed in black, with his shirt open to reveal his white undershirt. He wore a black top hat with the brim pulled down habitually, covering his eyes and eyebrows. He had a Mauser holster slung over his shoulder as he appeared at the gate of the police station.
Although he had been through many battles, Hu Yi still felt unnatural to appear in such a place with such an image. He didn't understand what Li Youcai was thinking. Could he leave the city like this? His clothes were particularly clean and tidy, and the black and white were more distinct. Passers-by looked at him intentionally or unintentionally. It must be said that in terms of appearance, Li Youcai and Ma Liang were on par with each other. These two were even worse than Hu Yi. There was no low-key dirty clothes in Li Youcai's wardrobe. His clothes were too conspicuous.
At first, the narrow eyes under the brim of the hat carefully watched the people passing by and the guards at the gate of the police station, always worried that they would be questioned or suspected. Later, nothing happened, even a patrol team of Japanese soldiers ran past without stopping, but two beggars who stopped at the alley were questioned and driven away.
Hu Yi finally understood that in the county, the more high-profile one is, the less likely one is to be suspected, and the more low-key one is, the more attention one will receive from the Japanese and the police. That's right, which fugitive would stand at the gate of the police station with a gun on his back? Even a fool wouldn't do such a stupid thing, right? Li Youcai is a bold and careful guy.
I was leaning against the police station wall, with my arms folded, looking at the people passing by on the street, thinking about all sorts of things, when I suddenly heard the sound of an engine in the yard.
Soon, a three-wheeled motorcycle drove out of the police station gate and stopped on the side of the street. The rider was a policeman. Sitting in the sidecar was a man about fifty years old. He looked a little listless and was looking around.
Could this be Shopkeeper Lin? Hu Yi was hesitating when the man looked over and looked Hu Yi up and down before shouting in dissatisfaction, "Xiao Lin, why are you still in a daze?"
This was undoubtedly Shopkeeper Lin, but he didn't expect him to take the initiative to greet him. Hu Yi hurried over and said, "Master, are you okay?"
"Not bad. Two shops in exchange for a ride on the captain's motorcycle. This is an honor!" Shopkeeper Lin, who was sitting in the truck bed, smiled bitterly and whispered to himself without looking at Hu Yi again.
The policeman on the bike frowned and said, "Hey, stop wasting time, okay? I'll send you off right away. I have other things to do!"
Hu Yi jumped onto the back of the motorcycle, the engine suddenly roared again, a choking blue smoke dissipated lightly, and the three-wheeled motorcycle headed straight for the east gate of the city.
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The window was open, and the flower pots on the windowsill were bathed in the afternoon sun. The green leaves and flowers were bright, and they were dazzlingly gorgeous.
Bored, Li Youcai rested his feet on the desk, half lying in a chair, staring at the flowers blooming on the windowsill. He found beautiful details outside the gambling table. He couldn't help but leave the chair, walked to the window, and smelled the blooming flowers.
Commander Hu, the plague god, is gone, Secretary Su, the time bomb, is also gone, and the unlucky shopkeeper Lin has also gone home. Everything is over. It feels very relaxed, but also a little... indescribably lonely.
Someone said it smelled like flowers, so I tried to smell it, but I didn't feel anything. Looking at the flowers, Li Youcai wondered, "I can smell the smell of dice, but why can't I smell the fragrance of flowers?" This question is so weird! Damn it, maybe I was choked by Jin Chunxiu's rouge! Oh-
Something seemed to appear in Yu Guangzhong's eyes. It was a beautiful feeling. It might be because he stared at the flowers in the sun for too long, and his eyes were dazzled and he had an illusion.
He still raised his eyes and looked towards the police station gate and the street outside the gate.
Wearing black shoes, white socks, a black skirt and a blue shirt, Xiu Li was wandering across the street.
Li Youcai frowned. Isn't that her? Why is she wandering around here
…
After passing through the yard and out of the police station gate, the beautiful figure was gone. Standing on the street under the scorching sun, I looked left, right, and then quickly chased after her.
I brushed past one pedestrian after another and finally saw the figure in front of me, who was walking hurriedly with his head down, and his long braids.
"Hey!" he shouted.
She stopped and turned around, and was surprised to see the traitor not far behind her.
He smiled brightly and walked closer: "What a coincidence."
She turned around, holding a handkerchief in her hands in front of her, and answered unnaturally: "Oh, I... came to the city to help my father with something. Um, that... thank you." Then she lowered her head and gently rubbed the thing in her hands.
Li Youcai felt a little dizzy. This… She felt completely different from the last few times he saw her? Why didn’t she look like the same person every time he saw her? She looked shy, reserved, and introverted. Could this be the one who threw the brick at me? Which one was the real her? He felt dizzy. Maybe it was because of the scorching sun above his head, or maybe he was dreaming.
"Deputy Captain Liu and Secretary Zhao can only be detained for a few days. I can't delay it for much longer. You should hurry up and move out."
She lowered her head and was silent for a while, then said without looking up: "We will move to the provincial capital tomorrow."
"Oh. Is there anything else you need my help with?" After saying this, Li Youcai secretly cursed himself: I'm being so shameless again, God!
"No. I have relatives in the provincial capital and their living conditions are not bad. Thank you." She still didn't want to look up and speak, and began to kick a matchstick on the ground with the tip of one shoe in an unnatural manner.
How could this be like parting with an old friend? Is it possible? Ridiculous! Li Youcai was confused, and felt that he could no longer understand the beautiful girl in front of him.
So one of them felt dizzy, the other lowered his head, and the two of them stood silently under the scorching sun. The street in the afternoon seemed black and white, with gray figures passing by them from time to time. Only she and he were clear, with color still on, but seemed to be still.
He forced himself to wake up and broke the silence: "Well, well, I, a lackey, have to go back to bring disaster to the country and the people. See you later."
She suddenly laughed. Although he couldn't see her expression, her pleasant and happy laughter made Li Youcai feel a coolness that penetrated his heart and spleen instantly.
She finally raised her head, the smile on her face still there. She shyly raised her arms and placed the handkerchief bag in front of Li Youcai's eyes: "I'll give this to you as a thank you gift."
Li Youcai stared blankly at the handkerchief bag she held in both hands. He really couldn't imagine what was wrapped in it. The shape was a bit strange.
"I don't know what you, a dog... would like, so I gave you this. Keep it." Seeing that Li Youcai was a little dazed, she stuffed the handkerchief bag into Li Youcai's hand, then walked back a few steps and said, "Goodbye."
After saying this, she turned and walked away, becoming increasingly indifferent.
The black skirt and blue shirt could no longer be seen. Under the scorching sun, Li Youcai finally stared blankly at the handkerchief bag in his hand.
After untying the handkerchief, a pair of exquisite round sunglasses dazzled Li Youcai's eyes in the sunlight.
For the first time in my life, I received a gift that belonged to me. The environment seemed to turn black and white again, and the pedestrians turned gray that did not interfere with my vision.
So this is what it feels like to receive a gift. He watched quietly.
It turns out that traitors can also receive gifts, he thought quietly.
It turns out that receiving gifts... makes people feel more lonely, so lonely that they want to cry.
He raised his face, closed his eyes, tried hard to suppress something, took a deep breath, and put the round sunglasses on his nose.
When I looked at the street again, the world was no longer dazzling, but so soft that it seemed unreal.
His slightly hunched back finally straightened up, and a sunny smile appeared on his face again, but the sunglasses made it look a little weird. Then he turned around leisurely, wandered into the crowd, and disappeared in the loneliness...
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