Arsenal Military Academy

The long street was covered by heavy snow and everywhere was white. Therefore, the two men on the corner became particularly conspicuous. They stood there since Xie Xiang sat here, seeming to be waiting for someone. Just when Xie Xiang thought they were going to stand as an ice sculpture in the cold wind, a group of students rushed over, wearing dark blue student uniforms. Everyone carried a black box in their hands, except for the one who was walking in the front. Man, he holds a dark brown painting tube in his hand.

This is really a coincidence. Isn't this the person who chatted all the way on the train that day? Xie Xiang was astonished, and saw the two people who had been waiting greet him.

They were not far from the bench where Xie Xiang was sitting, their voices were not low, and they didn't mean to avoid others.

"Are you classmates returning from Japan? I'm Chen Rong, and he is Lu Yong, who spoke with you on the phone."

"Hello, I am Lin Xianwei and these are my classmates."

After a brief greeting, the group of people left with the box mighty.

Xie Xiang frowned and looked at their leaving back. Are they going to discuss the parade?

"Hey! I'm back!" Gu Yanjian didn't know when he came back, holding a paper bag swayed in front of her, and then handed it to her: "Hey, soy milk, I bought it early in the morning, and I just forgot it."

Xie Xiang took it, the heavy weight in her hand made her a little puzzled, as soon as she opened it, the cold touch in her hand strengthened her mind.

"You idiot!"

She turned the soy milk in her hand, the mouth of the cup was facing down, and for a while, no drop of soy milk came out.

Fortunately, he ran to take it seriously and ask for credit.

"Puff!" Looking at the frozen soy milk, the two finally couldn't help laughing.

Soy milk can no longer be drunk, so I have to find another way to fill my stomach. Most of the famous restaurants in Peking are located on this wealthy street, but the bustling and lively market in the past has been closed, and the two of them turned around. In the end, only a few buns were bought in a shop on the corner of the street.

There were only a few buns in search, which made the young master Gu Yanjian a little bit faceless.

"In such a big city of Peking, no restaurant is open. Is that fair?"

Gu Yanframe sullen her face, dragged Xie Xiang to continue searching, refusing to just give up.

Xie Xiang thought it was good. It would be great to have steamed buns. She didn't have much interest in eating big meals.

"Okay, don't complain. It's almost New Year's Eve, and people's restaurants will have a holiday for the New Year." After that, Xie Xiang picked up the bun and put it to his mouth: "I'm starving to death. Eat here."

Gu Yanframe snatched the steamed buns over: "What to eat in such a strong wind!"

"I'm hungry!"

Xie Xiang stretched out his hand to him, and also hooked his finger.

Gu Yanframe lowered her head and thought for a while, then took off her scarf and hung it around Xie Xiang's neck. The scarf was wrapped around her neck a few times, wrapping Xie Xiang's face tightly.

"Take you to a good place!"

He still insisted and refused to return the buns to Xie Xiang.

Gu Yanframe dragged Xie Xiang to turn left and right in the alley, and finally stopped in front of a two-story European-style villa with a detached courtyard. He opened the door. Only a thin layer of snow was covered on the ground. The courtyard was fragrant and the corners were still There is a plum blossom, and the delicate pink color looks particularly beautiful in the snow.

Chinese furniture is placed in the huge house, and the clean floor is spotless, so someone must clean it regularly. In the room on the second floor, there is a small children's bed with a thick fox fur blanket on the floor. On the blanket, there are all kinds of children's toys, small wooden horses, wooden fake guns, Xie Xiang He picked up the rattle on the ground and shook it gently. The wooden beads hit the drum surface and made a bang, which was crisp and pleasant to the ear.

"Whose?" Xie Xiang chong his lips.

"Mine." Gu Yan framed her head with a smug expression on her face.

Xie Xiang didn't expect this to be the answer, and turned around with the rattle.

Did Gu Yanjian live here when he was a child? Xie Xiang felt funny thinking about him riding a wooden horse and shaking his rattle.

Since Gu Yanjian brought her in, she kept looking at her slowly, letting her wander around.

Xie Xiang was indeed very curious about this place. He walked two steps next to the wall. As soon as he looked up, he saw the photo hanging on the wall. In the photo, the young Gu Zongtang was sitting on a chair with a pink jade in his arms. The milk doll, with a pair of obsidian eyes inlaid on a glutinous rice dumpling face, is much cuter than I thought. The gentle woman standing next to Gu Zongtang should be his mother, her delicate willow eyebrows, smiling crookedly A pair of curved eyes, a well-matched family.

However, it seems that he has never heard Gu Yanjia mention his mother.

"What are you looking at? I am handsome by the little master." Gu Yanjian took the photo frame off the wall and wiped the dust off it with her sleeve: "This is my mother, isn't it pretty? It's a pity when I was eight years old. Passed away, stinky for a lifetime, leaving at the most beautiful time is also considered as getting what you want."

Gu Yan turned around, handed the photo to Xie Xiang, and said seriously: "You can hold it for me and give it to me when I return to school. I'm afraid of losing it."

Xie Xiang didn't refuse this time. He took the photo and put it in his pocket carefully: "Don't find me if you lose it."

"This is the last photo of my mother. If you lose it, try it!" Gu Yan was taken aback, almost breaking her work.

The two wandered around in the main room for a while. Gu Yanframe took Xie Xiang and walked to another room. It was completely different from the spaciousness and brightness of the room just now. The curtains in the room were closed tightly without leaving a gap. The darkness was so dull. People panic, Xie Xiang was most afraid of ghosts since he was a child, and he couldn't take care of other things at this time.

"Wait for me here." Gu Yanframe gently patted her hand and walked into the darkness. Suddenly, the curtains were pulled open, and the dazzling sunlight suddenly poured into the room. The sudden light made Xie Xiang a little uncomfortable. Squinted his eyes and looked at everything in the house.

The room is full of various musical instruments, cello, saxophone, accordion, everything. There is a piano in the middle of the room. The pure black surface of the piano is embedded with white keys. It is a kind of elegance interwoven with black and white. Gu Yan frame Already sitting in front of the piano, fingers lightly tapped on the keys, making a few broken notes.

"You still play the piano?" Xie Xiang looked at his posture and couldn't help but question.

"Of course it will! Who is this young master? There are still things in this world that I don't know?" Gu Yan raised her head with an arrogant expression on her face.

"Play one and listen."

"If you let me play, I'll play it!" As he said, Gu Yanjian stood up, really just putting on a posture.

Xie Xiang withdrew his regretful gaze from the piano and shook his head.

Gu Yanjian walked to the phonograph, put the disc he found from nowhere, turned her face and asked her, "Can you dance?"

Xie Xiang nodded, and then shot back: "If you let me jump, I will jump?"

With the sound of melodious music, Gu Yanframe jumped up the waltz alone, Xie Xiang stood by and looked at him, slightly in a daze, watching his neat pace, with an intoxicated expression, and a little smile unconsciously sketched out of the corner of his mouth.

The notes jumped abruptly, and Gu Yanjian turned around and pulled Xie Xiang to dance a duet. Xie Xiang was a little uncomfortable, and his face was stained a little red. She gently pushed Gu Yanjie's shoulder: "You let me go."

The two were very close, and his hot breath sprayed on the top of Xie Xiang's head. She raised her head and saw only a snow-white chin, her lips moved slightly, and then Gu Yan framed her muffled voice: "Xie Xiang , I will never let you go."

The sun shone into the window, coating the two of them with a thin layer of gold, which reminded Xie Xiang of the birthday gift he received when he was eight years old, which was a music box Xie Zhipei brought back from abroad.

The exquisite box carved with cumbersome patterns was gently opened, and the beautiful music sounded gently, and the two bronze figures on the heart-shaped table were dancing lightly, just like now.

A loud bang broke the quiet time. Dust and debris on the roof fell, and the vibration continued. Then, the entire roof collapsed. Gu Yan frame embraced Xie Xiang and rolled to the corner with a wooden frame. When it hit them, less than ten centimeters away, the dust dispersed, revealing the horrified eyes of Lin Xianwei and Chen Rong.

When the two of them saw Gu Yan's frame and Xie Xiang's clothes, they hurriedly shouted, "Run, the Japanese are going to kill us!"

While talking, a Japanese samurai jumped off the roof. It turned out that the place where they discussed the parade was living next to the old house of Gu's family.

The samurai sword braved the cold light and attacked Lin Xianwei with murderous aura. Xie Xiang got up and took off the long sword in his hand, twisted his arm and subdued him. Lin Xianwei picked up the long sword and inserted it into the warrior’s chest, killing him with a single blow. With blood built on Xie Xiang's face, hot and scorching, Gu Yanframe pulled her up and quickly walked downstairs, cursing, "Grandma's, are all the students so ruthless now?"

The gate of the yard was kicked open, and the police rushed in and arrested the few people who had just fled downstairs. Although Xie Xiang and the others worked hard to explain, the police turned a deaf ear to them and insisted on treating them as criminals. Hold fast inside.

The huge anger flushed Chen Rong’s eyes. He seemed to be mad, pointing to the house next door and shouting: “Look at the dozen or so lofts soaked in sincere blood, isn’t it enough to prove the evil deeds of the Japanese? Are you not going to catch the murderer, but instead catch us here. Is the Police Department a bunch of useless waste?"

A hand knife hit the back of his head heavily, and Chen Rong was knocked out and carried onto the police car.

Xie Xiang looked up in the direction pointed by Chen Rong. There was still a student's corpse hanging by the window of the Tha The scent of the courtyard has dissipated, replaced by a strong smell of blood.

Without saying a word, she got into the car under Gu Yanframe's protection, and then was locked up with the students.