Chapter 41: Two Old Foxes

West of the prison, the small courtyard was old, with faded couplets and door gods pasted on the door.

Hong Zhiyou and Old Yu walked in; Liao Sanmin was shirtless, standing in a horse stance, pushing his hands rapidly and exhaling breath.

After the last dinner and drinking, their surface relationship was still not bad.

"Division Chief Liao, practicing virgin kung fu?" Hong Zhiyou greeted.

"How did you know?"

Liao Sanmin slowly exhaled and finished his practice.

"No, you are so handsome, you plan to devote your youth to this thing?" Hong Zhiyou expressed surprise.

"I am from Vietnam."

"When I was young, I learned a few moves from the master in the temple, later I joined the army and found that training was very easy, so this habit was retained." Liao Sanmin said lightly.

"So it's a high disciple of Shaolin, no wonder brother can treat the world of flowers and flowers as nothing."

"Not close to women, Secretary Hong should say you are a Red Ticket."

Yu Zecheng said from the side.

"Look, Director Yu is narrow-minded."

"Two brothers, I'm a Red Ticket, okay." Hong Zhiyou spread his hands and laughed.

"If you were a Red Ticket, I would arrest you now to claim the reward." Liao Sanmin laughed.

This guy actually had two deep dimples, laughing very brightly.

Hong Zhiyou felt a little jealous.

"Old Liao, can I learn this kung fu of yours?" He straightened his expression and asked.

"You are the Jinhai Cannon King, you can't practice this." Yu Zecheng narrowed his eyes and teased.

"It can be practiced."

"If you want to learn, I can teach you now." Liao Sanmin agreed very readily.

"Really teach?" Hong Zhiyou was quite surprised.

"Really teach!"

Liao Sanmin didn't hesitate, pulled Hong Zhiyou to stand in a stance, and then taught him the method of exhaling.

"No, too tired."

Hong Zhiyou stood for two minutes, his waist was very sore.

"Practice more and it will be fine." Liao Sanmin said.

"Go inside, drink tea."

He tore a towel from the bamboo rack, threw it on his shoulder, and walked in.

"Sanmin, you have quite a lot of oil and water, why don't you marry a wife?" Yu Zecheng looked around and asked.

"Don't marry."

"Women will only affect my inspiration for writing."

"Look, how is it?"

He raised his eyebrows and handed over a notebook.

On it was... poetry.

"The sky is dim and lightless, even the sun is dead, the migratory birds spread their wings and fly south with all their might..."

To be honest, it's a bit like shit.

"Director Yu, how is it?" Liao Sanmin asked expectantly.

"Oh, good poem, good poem." Yu Zecheng opened his mouth and nodded repeatedly in response.

"Secretary Hong, you say something." He looked at Hong Zhiyou again.

"The sun is dead? I suspect you are hinting at the blue sky and white sun, slandering the Generalissimo."

"Brother Sanmin, you are a Red Ticket!"

Hong Zhiyou said seriously.

"You Military Statistics Bureau people are psychologically dark!"

"Chen Bulei and Liu Yazi didn't write less about the sun, and the Generalissimo also illuminates Mount Emei alone."

Liao Sanmin gave him a big white eye.

"Wen Yiduo also wrote it!"

"Sun, the sun that makes my heart ache!"

"Forcing away the wanderer's dream of returning home!"

Hong Zhiyou recited loudly.

"Adding twelve hours of twists and turns to the heart!"

"Sun, the sun burning like fire!"

Yu Zecheng and Liao Sanmin answered powerfully at the same time.

"You two rebels!" After reciting, Hong Zhiyou and Liao Sanmin pointed at each other.

"No way, since I am friends with you two rebels."

"Then we can only rebel together, and face the sun together." Yu Zecheng added appropriately.

"Haha!"

The three put their shoulders together and laughed heartily.

Liao Sanmin indeed liked poetry.

But as an underground worker, he wouldn't be stupid enough to leave such obvious handwriting.

He was intentional, including practicing kung fu.

The reason was very simple, Long Er took over the Cao Gang.

Yu and Hong were Wu Jingzhong's confidants.

Especially Hong Zhiyou, who had a close relationship with the Americans and had also established a line with Yang Wenquan, was at the height of his popularity.

If making friends at the dinner party and calling each other brothers was a speculation.

Then now their wine and meat friendship had blossomed and become a behemoth in Jinhai.

Liao Sanmin had no reason not to manage it well.

But he knew very well that Hong and Yu were human spirits, and if they came and went often, it would be difficult not to have loopholes.

Therefore, Liao Sanmin chose to actively break the boundary.

What's interesting is.

Hong Zhiyou and Yu Zecheng recited Wen Yiduo's poem.

This seemed like a joke.

But it was actually the tacit understanding reached by the three: don't discuss blue or red, only discuss friends, only seek fame and profit.

Liao Sanmin knew even more deeply that this tacit understanding was achieved by Hong Zhiyou.

Yu Zecheng was sinister and hard to see through.

Only Hong Zhiyou, this "petty man," could dissect taboos on the table while laughing.

Yu Zecheng was also secretly relieved.

The mistake in the car today had already made him feel lingering fear.

When he saw the "bomb" thrown by Liao Sanmin, he was almost paralyzed.

Fortunately, Hong Zhiyou resolved it.

"Two old foxes..."

Hong Zhiyou had a headache.

Two Red Tickets were more cunning than foxes, one more capable of setting traps than the other, and only he was witty enough to catch them.

Otherwise, this wine and meat friendship would have fallen apart on the spot.

"Clatter!"

Liao Sanmin tore off the paper and chewed it in three or two bites.

"Sanmin, you this..." Yu Zecheng was a bit shocked.

"Old Yu, Brother Hong."

"Jokes are jokes, Red Tickets are going to lose their heads."

"Eighteen were mentioned today."

"Caught during the Japanese Special High Police period, before the surrender, the old man sent representatives to talk secretly."

"All left to the party and state."

Liao Sanmin drank tea and took the initiative to release the material.

"Oh, Japanese Special High Police period? Must have had some value, right?" Yu Zecheng raised his chin and asked with feigned surprise.

"Value my ass."

"Already squeezed dry, the Jinhai local committee organization has changed blood several times."

"Otherwise, would they be shot?"

Liao Sanmin said.

While speaking, he had some bottom line in his heart.

This news was not difficult to obtain, Old Yu didn't seem to be as valued by Wu Jingzhong as Secretary Hong.

At the same time, Old Yu reciting the poem, and the unintentional probing, seemed very interested in Red Ticket news.

Is he...

Yu Zecheng was also examining Liao Sanmin.

From reciting anti-poetry to casually leaking important secrets, was Liao Sanmin probing himself?

Or is he himself a Red Ticket.

Or, he wants to do Red Ticket business.

"Hey!"

"Kill then, you kill me, I kill you, who cares who kills who, anyway it doesn't delay me making money."

"Go, watch the execution."

Hong Zhiyou really couldn't stand them "touching each other," complained, and stood up to walk out.

Arrived at the execution ground.

On one side of the wall, more than a dozen people were tied up and stood in a row.

Among them were Liu Wensheng's wife and daughter.

No International.

No impassioned "Comrades, continue to work hard."

Years of inhuman torture had long hollowed out these fighters' bodies, haggard and withered, like paper people that could be blown away by the wind.

The only thing that didn't change was:

Their eyes always had light.

"Fire!" Prison Warden Song waved his large hand wearing white gloves.

Tat-tat!

Machine guns swept wildly.

Those people soon fell into a pool of blood.

Liao Sanmin looked up at the sky, as if looking for that migratory bird.

Yu Zecheng stared fixedly, very calm.

Hong Zhiyou knew their hearts were bleeding.

Their blood was burning.

There is nothing more painful than watching comrades die in front of you and being powerless.

They couldn't do anything.

They couldn't do anything.

Only by turning grief into strength can they continue to move forward.

"Hey!"

Hong Zhiyou stared at Liu Wensheng

Hong Zhiyou stared at Liu Wensheng's wife and daughter, sighing silently in his heart.

Heroes meet with disaster.

Beauties meet with tragic fates.

Life is vast and fleeting, eventually to scatter with the wind, waiting only for the mountains to turn red.

He feigned disinterest and flicked his hand:

"What a pity, a pair of beautiful flowers!"

"Let's go, brothers."

"Time to eat!"

"Fine, your treat," Yu Zecheng said with a smile.

Liu Xiong, standing to the side, secretly withdrew his gaze from the two, a cold sneer forming at the corner of his mouth as he turned and left.

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(End of chapter)