The modern me and the Republic of China her

Chapter 452
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the sky is not yet clear.

A daughter of a thousand gold who usually does not go out of the door, is still sick, relying on a stubborn courage, searching door by door by herself, bumping and bumping, falling with blue eyes and swollen eyes.

The moment she opened the door, she saw her short body covered in a black dress, shivering in the cold wind, and suddenly felt her nose sore.

"Yueshan, it's so cold outside, go to the room to drink a cup of hot water and eat something."

She nodded, and there were several dead leaves on the two long braids.

Qilan beckoned her to sit down, went into the kitchen, and filled a bowl of noodles with egg and fish soup.

Chen Xing was not very surprised to see Yuexian, but was rather impressed with her.A child who dares to come to the churchyard in the middle of the night has a lot of courage.

He brought a bowl of noodles to Qilan, swallowed two bowls himself, and said to the child who looked like a distressed little old lady:
"This fish is still brought from home. It has been hung on the stove for a few days, and it is almost dried up. Don't be disgusted, no matter how big it is, you have to fill your stomach first."

Yue Shan hugged the bowl tightly, took a handful of chopsticks to chew, and smiled at them:

"It's delicious, better than the breakfast at my hotel!"

Qilan tasted it, and the taste far exceeded expectations.

The fish caught in the creek, salted, stewed with tofu, put some kimchi, and added a fried egg, it was very delicious.

The three of them finished eating the noodles and put away their chopsticks—remembering that Zhang Wenxuan was locked in the dark room of the Tang family, they all fell silent for a moment.

Yue Xian's car accident was not an accident, everyone knows it well.

She couldn't let go of Zhang Wenxuan, a kind and honest person, so she quietly wrote something similar to her last words in her diary, hoping that he could find a good partner, support each other, and spend the rest of his life together.

Yue Shan silently finished the last bit of soup in the bowl, wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, and began to speak.

This child has a reticent personality, but he sees many things more thoroughly than adults.

The sequelae of asthma made her speak a little breathlessly, but the girl looked at Qilan from behind the thick lenses, her gaze was as firm as her tone:
"Two brothers, I'll go back and find a way to steal the key. I just hope you can pick up Dr. Zhang outside. He was beaten and couldn't run fast."

"Yueshan, don't be impulsive. Be very careful about stealing the keys. I can go there with you now."

"Yes, I'll go too!"

Before departure, Qilan specially polished the dagger given by Lin Mi's father.The bullets are gone. If you encounter danger, you can rely on this weapon to save your life.

Chen Xing casually took a pair of scissors and a few balls of thread from the cabinet, and put them into the cloth bag he was carrying.It's too ostentatious to bring a kitchen knife, and the scissors can at least get in touch with needlework.

The carriage that Yue Shan rode in when she came was still there.She paid the money in advance and asked the driver to wait for him to return with him.

When the three of them came over, the coachman leaned against the wall, threw his whip by his feet, and buried himself in a freshly baked donkey meat.

Seeing the two young men following the little girl, they thought they were looking for trouble, and they refunded the overcharged fare in a guilty conscience, and apologized repeatedly.Yue Shan collected the money and urged to leave quickly.

About a hundred meters away from the gate of Tang's house, she stood up suddenly, got out of the curtain of the car, and made a "stop" gesture to the driver.

Qilan understood, and pulled Chen Xing out of the car together.

"You two follow me to the path in the backyard," she lowered her voice, "Doctor Zhang is locked in the wine cellar over there."

After walking behind her for a while, they saw a small door.

The wall wasn't too high, and the two climbed onto the wall one after another to observe the movements in the courtyard.

The house is spacious, the pavilions, gardens and rockery pools are well-built, and there are no less than NO.40 maids and male servants.

It's just that the trees in the courtyard are all hung with white gauze, which is very deserted and desolate.

Boss Tang first went to the officialdom and then went to the business world. He has no shortage of fame, fortune and money.Reluctantly, he had no children, so he only got two daughters.

The eldest daughter is all his hope and his right-hand man in the cooking business.The younger daughter is weak and sickly, with a silent personality.Once my sister died, she was reluctant to even speak.

Middle-aged people who lost their daughters can't get out of the shadows, and they will inevitably do impulsive things.I met Zhang Wenxuan on the way to the churchyard last night, and my anger rushed straight to my forehead.

Order the servant to tie the boy back, lock him into the cellar, and beat him hard all night.

Whips, ice water, and sticks all took turns.The lenses of the glasses were shattered all over the floor, and the frames of the glasses were deformed by stepping on them.

Not only did he not cry out in pain, he couldn't even hear a groan.Just curled up like this, leaning against the wall, the tears in the corners of his eyes never stopped.

Probably this unexpected non-resistance and obedience made Boss Tang give up the idea of ​​continuing to torture him.

In a huge and deep cellar, only two guards were arranged.

But it was only seven o'clock in the morning.The cellar guards are also a little lazy, chatting, eating melon seeds, and only need to set up a table for playing cards.

Taking advantage of no one's attention, Yue Shan quickly took out the key and quietly opened a small side door in the backyard.

Like a skinny little black cat, it tiptoed, and under the cover of flowers, plants and trees, it slipped back to its own room, covering itself with a quilt and pretending to sleep.

Breakfast time will come soon.A maid came into the house, helped her wash and comb her hair as usual, and led her to the dining room for dinner.

There is a bowl of hot noodles in her belly, she is not hungry.The little buns twirled in their hands one by one, and quickly hid them in the pocket of the skirt.

After the meal, she played alone in the garden with a bag of bread, deliberately feeding the pigeons along the path by the cellar.

The two men who guarded the cellar loitered nearby.Seeing that the second lady came, the aroma of the soft and delicious bread in her hand was very pleasant.They all feel that it is a pity to feed such delicacies to pigeons.

"Second Miss, what does your bread taste like?"

"Butter, and jam. You can eat it when you are hungry. I brought too much today, and the pigeons can't finish it."

She generously shared five or six loaves, and the two of them took them and ate them generously.

Yue Shan squatted under the tree, pretending to tease a group of gray pigeons, but her eyes moved behind her from time to time.

Not long after, the two guys who had eaten so much yawned and lay down on the ground, snoring everywhere.

"I put less sleeping pills, and it takes so much to be effective."

She stepped forward quickly, took off the key chain around one of them, and stuffed it into her pocket.

At this time, Qilan and Chen Xing had already crawled along the wall.If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed that a little girl acted so neatly and sophisticatedly.

"Brother Chen, you wait for me outside the small side door. I will jump down to save people."

"Okay, if there is any movement, I will knock on the door with a stone and remind you."

The boy told his good companions, firmly grasped the wall bricks with both hands, jumped into the yard.

Yueshan heard a sound behind her, turned her head and waved at him vigorously: "Brother Xiaolan, I got the key, let's go in quickly!"

Accompanied by the exciting ringing of the keys, the lock of the cellar door was turned, and the smell of wine mixed with the smell of blood rushed to the face.

(End of this chapter)