Reflection is often an inducement to progress.
As a gambler, Li Youcai advocates the word "luck" but never believes in luck. He thinks that everything he has today is not obtained by luck, because his luck has always been bad and he is an unlucky guy. He used to complain about it, but now he feels fortunate that it was bad luck that made him what he is.
Regarding Nurse Huizi, he gave up the plan; some things seem simple on the surface but are actually very complicated; Li Youcai did not dare to deal rashly with the detention of Hu Yi, and Li Youcai had not visited him once since he was transferred to another prison, because he could not guess why Captain Zhao did this; if he could not bear to let Nurse Huizi be a cannon fodder, he would have to start considering the dilemma at hand.
There are three possibilities. One is that Captain Zhao knew nothing and was just taking the opportunity to test the reaction. He was considering launching an investigation because Hu Yi was unfamiliar.
The second possibility is that the captured Eighth Route Army prisoners confessed the situation involving Hu Yi, and Hu Yi's identity as a detective team came from Li Youcai himself, so Captain Zhao wanted to link Hu Yi to himself, killing two birds with one stone.
The third possibility is that news of past events leaked out, so Captain Zhao targeted him. The real target of the investigation was him, and Hu Yi was the implicated person under investigation.
Li Youcai, curled up in his office chair, sighed deeply. The most sinister "best strategy" was the best choice. If it was Hu Yi, would he attack Nurse Huizi? Female devils are also devils!
There was a sudden knock on the office door, and then the door opened. Two assistants came in carrying a paper-wrapped calligraphy plaque. One of them smiled flatteringly and said, "Captain Li, this is the calligraphy you ordered. It's been framed for you. Where should it be hung?"
"Where to hang? Of course, it's behind our team and above their heads!"
Anyone who has an office must have a painting with words like "upright and aboveboard", "the world belongs to all", "virtue carries all things" and so on. Li Youcai was in a "very good" mood some time ago and felt that his office was too cold, so he decided to decorate it, and today the painting arrived.
The sound of nails being hammered could be heard. People passing by in the corridor couldn't help but stop at the door of the deputy captain's office of the detective team. Those with lower ranks peeked inside, while those with higher ranks squeezed in to take a look. The wide horizontal plaque with inscriptions was put on the wall. The four large characters were written in a vigorous and powerful style, and it was beautiful!
Li Youcai looked very satisfied with the scene with his hands behind his back, and turned around to ask the visitors at the door: "How is it?"
Those who couldn't read quickly gave thumbs up and praised it, while those who could read rubbed their eyes desperately, fearing that they had read it wrong: "This character... is well written!"
Not far from Li Youcai's office, Captain Zhao had just put down his big pipe in his own office. He squinted his eyes for a long time before he sat up straight and lazily asked his subordinates who were waiting to report their work: "How is it?"
"In order to prevent the information from being passed on, I locked the guy up in the cell for serious criminals. Until now, Deputy Captain Li has never visited him once, nor has he interfered."
"What has he been doing these past two days?"
"Yesterday at noon, he went to Zuixianlou and brought a woman with him. She was Miss Huizi from the military hospital. His whereabouts since then are unknown."
"Not sure? Why would I feed you?"
"He was riding a motorcycle and I was riding a bicycle, there was nothing I could do! But I guess... what else can a man and a woman do alone? They must have been having an affair, right?" At this point, the subordinate pounded his hands in ecstasy: "But how could they have been having an affair? How come all the good things were taken by this gambler? After having the commandos, he had the Empress Dowager, this is unforgivable! I wish I could kill him with my own hands, I..."
"Get out!" Captain Zhao picked up the big pipe on the table again.
"Uh... yes. Yes." The subordinate nodded as if waking up from a dream, and turned back when he reached the door: "By the way, he just hung a plaque in his office. Guess what it says?"
"… "
"Wolf-cow-is-a-traitor-"
Captain Zhao couldn't close his mouth anymore, and finally it was his turn who couldn't understand.
…
The afternoon sun quietly sprinkled on the leaves. Looking up under the tree, when the leaves rustled, the colorful gaps of light seemed to sway with life, and seemed to be floating, colorful and dazzling.
I always thought that this soapberry tree was lonely because it was alone on the water's edge; now I finally understand that it has actually fallen in love with the river.
Under the azure blue, the river and a tree on the bank are not about loneliness at all, but about protection and cuddling.
She stood under the tree, looking at the river quietly, and finally discovered that the river had always been happy, praying for the next rainy season to be close to the tree.
This was not her first time running in the rain of bullets, but it was the time she ran the hardest. She was not afraid of being shot, but she was afraid that the sound of heavy machine guns behind her would not stop. He just refused to stop, forcing her to exhaust all her life's strength and not stop until she was drowned by the merciless roar. He was extremely selfish!
She picked up the Zhongzheng rifle that was standing at her side, pulled the bolt to load the bullet, and put the butt of the gun against her shoulder. Her shooting posture was so similar to his, very casual.
The sharp sound of gunfire tore through the silence. After four clear and continuous gunshots, she reluctantly put down the Zhongzheng rifle, leaving the last bullet in the chamber.
Then the tears burst out, flowing down her white skin, still clean and traceless, just flowing continuously, without a trace.
She doesn't know who is the river! Who is praying for the rainy season! Who is hating the rainy season!
After an unknown amount of time, another figure appeared beside the tree.
"You fired the shot?"
"It's me." She tried hard to control her expression and didn't look back.
"If you want to practice shooting, I can teach you."
"No need."
"Su Qing, there are some things... I have to say. Regarding this breakout... I have thought a lot, and I have understood a lot. I... can do anything for our sacred ideals, but we don't know how far tomorrow is, whether I will have a tomorrow... I don't mean to be pessimistic. As a revolutionary, I don't want to have any regrets. Being able to fight side by side with you makes me feel... very happy... I mean... I don't want to miss the chance to say... I love you!"
Although she had clearly learned to leave one bullet and had clearly shed all her tears, she felt as if she had been shot and could no longer stand. She could only slide down to the ground inch by inch, holding on to the Zhongzheng rifle standing beside her. This rifle was her last support.
Her fragile back gave courage to the man who confessed his love.
"Actually, I... I think you like me, too, right? You're willing to stand up for the Sanlian, and I know you're doing it for me, too. I understand your feelings... That's enough! I can be happy for the rest of my life!"
A breeze blew, and the leaves rustled again. Looking up, the dazzling colors swayed, gradually blurring into flashes. Each flash was an explosion, like grenades hitting the heavy machine gun position again and again, making the stubborn heavy machine gun unable to fire again...