It seemed that the earthquake occurred at dawn, but the young man was sleeping heavily, not knowing whether it was his dream or what was going on. He poked his body into a shroud out of the quilt, and during his breath, he could see a ball of white air rising between his mouth and nose.

Put on clothes as fast as possible - it's not good to be fast, the room is too cold, and I tremble all over as soon as I get out of the bed - when I walk out of the bedroom, Ai Shiko in the kitchen has already started to be busy every day: "Good morning."

"Beautiful, Mom." Ai Fei washed his face and brushed his teeth with his teeth. The water was so cold!

"The earthquake, do you know?"

"Is there really an earthquake? I still think it's dreaming."

"Yes, fortunately it's not very big. Well, Xiao Ai Jun's sleepiness is still as usual..." Ai Shizuko seemed to think his words were a little funny, and covered her mouth and chuckled: "Ah, I'm sorry, today is Xiao Ai Jun's last day to go to school, right? She hasn't prepared breakfast yet!"

Ai Xiko apologized to her son and quickly prepared breakfast. Ai Fei stood behind her, looking at her mother's busy figure and her small movements that stopped to warm her hands from time to time, her heart softened: "What's wrong, is the water very cold?"

"Ah! What?"

"I mean, is the water very cold?"

"Yes, it's very cold!"

Ai Fei thought for a while: "Should you wait a few days, and it won't be cold after a few days."

Ai Shinko looked confused: "Xiao Feijun, what did you say?"

"I mean..." Ai Fei waved his hand: "When I make it, you will understand. Oh, I have to leave. Goodbye, mom."

"Breakfast!" When Ai Shizuko chased to the door, her son had disappeared into the morning light.

Ai Fei walked on the street and headed towards the school. Early pedestrians shuttled back and forth, countless faces that seemed exactly the same as him passed by, and each face was filled with helplessness and hardship caused by the uncertainty of future life. They were like walking corpses, with no distraction on their faces. Of course, the lack of nutrition is also one reason. It seems that the historical record is not wrong. In the few years when the war just ended, Japan's misery was better than China!

Observing all the way, we arrived at the entrance of the school. In the original owner's memory, the Independent Boys High School was the premier school in the Ueno area. Many students also entered the University of Tokyo from here to further their studies and then entered the Japanese politics. Originally, the ancient style of the teaching building, which was completely a Meiji Restoration style, and the sculpture of Hirofumi Ito at the entrance of the main teaching building had long disappeared for different reasons - the former was destroyed by the bombing of the Allied forces, while the latter was requisitioned as strategic materials due to the needs of war - of course, under the strong demands of some radicals.

There was originally a six-story main teaching building, but now only the base of the building stands in the cold wind. The others, together with the innocent teachers and students who died when bombing, disappeared from the distance of the horizon. The entire campus is like a huge construction site that has not yet been completed, but there is no noise of people and the roar of machines, and that's all.

After turning around the ruins, there is a temporary teaching area behind it. After pulling away more than ten simple houses, the chimneys on the roof are still emitting green smoke. Among these more than ten rooms, only 5 are used for classes, and the others are used for teachers to work, and even for homeless teachers as temporary residences.

After walking a few steps to his classroom, more than a dozen people were sitting around. They took the rare camel brand cigarettes on the market from a handsome boy and lit them. The doors and windows of the classroom were closed in winter. In a short while, the room was filled with the choking smell of smoke.

Ai Fei recognized the boy who smoked everyone. His name was Nagasuke Aoba. His father was a famous flag bearer among the young Japanese naval sects back then. Major General Aoya Qing, the flight squadron leader of the Navy Aoya Air Force, participated in the Battle of Shanghai and the famous Pearl Harbor incident. He even participated in the flight formation escorting Yamamoto Iroku in the early stages of the Midway Naval Battle. After the latter was shot dead in the air in the United States, Aoya Qing committed suicide due to guilt, but was rescued by his companions. Now, this guy is still working in the Japanese military headquarters.

Because of the convenience of work, Aoba Nagasuke often gets what is very short of on the market through his father, only the shortage of supplies given to the army, such as cigarettes, chewing gum, jerky beef, chocolate, and even nylon stockings for women. He once saw him bring a Sky-Character waterproof watch worn by American pilots, which is of high quality, but he only wore this watch once. When he came to school the next day, it did not appear on his wrist, but there were a few obvious scars on his face.

After smoking for a while, Qingye proudly took out something strange from his schoolbag: it was a half-foot-high, thick on the top and thin on the bottom, wrapped in electroplated iron sheets, and there was no device for disassembly and opening. There was a circle of dense and neat little holes near the thinner bottom, and I don't know what it was for. Moreover, the label on it was intentionally torn down, it was smooth and there was no explanation.

Qingye glanced around everyone's faces, and raised her head proudly: "Do you know what this is?"

"………is it a bomb?" A timid voice rang out.

"Idiot! This is not a bomb, it seems to be some kind of handicraft. Is it, Aoba Jun?"

"Yes, yes, it's a craft." The timid guy: "Haikawa is right. Isn't it?"

Ai Fei was amused in his heart: This timid guy is called Hideo Watanabe. He is weak and has no idea or opinion of his own. When anyone expresses his opinions, he always agrees with him at the first time, and this time is no exception.

"Tell you, this is canned! Canned food is specially used for American soldiers' battlefields! It contains beef, which is delicious."

Hideo Watanabe swallowed with difficulty: "Aoba Jun, is it really...beef?"

Ai Fei knew that Hideo Watanabe was very greedy, and when he heard that there was beef inside, he might have aroused his greed.

"Of course it's true. I've eaten it, it's delicious! Do you want to eat it?"

"May I?"

"It's OK. But you have to open it yourself!" Qingye threw the can up and down in his hand several times: "Strangely, I don't know how it opened it."

“Eh?”

Aoba smiled: "Actually it's not very difficult. As long as Watanabe is there, any difficult problem, such as this strange canned food, will no longer be a problem, right?"

Everyone burst into laughter! It turned out that Watanabe might not have developed good habits during his growth period, and his two huge front teeth were bulging outwards, which was simply a natural canned driver.

Watanabe laughed dryly with everyone, took the can from Aoye's hand, looked left and right for a while, it was really! How could this be opened? Just as he was about to use a destructive method to open it, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side and took the can: "Ah, Ai Jun, morning."

Ai Fei nodded in a big way: "Ash." Then he focused his attention on the can in his hand. After looking at it for about a few seconds, he had already realized it: "Qingye Jun, do you really want to open it?"

"Of course!" Qingye was a little too vanity, but he was not bad: "Can Ai Jun open it? Let's try it out if you open it?"

"Okay. This kind of thing is called a disposable heated can. You will see it when I open it later." As he said that, he put the can in his ear and shook it a few times, determined the direction of the front and reverse, and then swung the can and smashed it hard on the corner of the desk. The iron sheet of the can was immediately cracked, revealing a neat edge crack. He twisted it with his hand a few times. A small bowl of iron appeared under the can, with a layer of sticky paste in it. He lifted his nose and sniffed it. It was alcohol. Ai Fei knew that he was not embarrassed in front of everyone.

Looking further into the iron bucket, there is a foldable spoon inside, and a pull ring similar to a can appears at the bottom. When you pull the pull ring open, the beef that has been frozen solid inside, and the butter on it has also solidified due to the weather.

Ai Fei took out a match from the matchbox on the desk: "Watanabe?"

“Eh?”

Seeing him approaching him, Ai Fei quickly rubbed his sideburns with a match: "Oh! It hurts so much!"

Amid everyone's laughter, Ai Fei put the lit match into the ball of paste, and the flame immediately jumped up. Then he gently placed the can on the flame. A small flame emerged from a circle of small holes around the alcohol stove, licking the iron sheet. In a short while, you could hear the sound of the beef soup simmering when it was heated, and the mouth-watering fragrance could also be smelled in the nose tube.

"It smells so good!" These children who are growing up but can only live on potatoes and radishes, can no longer control the scent of this tempting meat, and they are also greedy Watanabe: "Aoi... Ye Jun,..."

"Eat, eat."

Seeing that the master was so happy, the young man was not calm enough to keep his head together and surrounded him.

"Ai Jun is such a strange person!"

"Hmm? What?"

Aoye sat down beside him and repeated his sigh again: "Why do you know such things? And why don't you want to taste it after opening it?"

"I have heard of it, and I remember it. Moreover, Aoye Jun, do you think there is still room for others to taste under Watanabe Jun's big buck teeth?"

Aoye was amused by his words, and when he looked back, Watanabe was already eating and drinking: "Hey, An Junjun, you have eaten three bites! It's my turn."

Ai Fei casually slapped the matter and suddenly remembered something for him: "Mr. Qingye, can you please ask me something?"

"Ai Jun, who has always been unwilling to bow his head to others, also wants..."

“……………………”

"..." Qingye looked at his black and white eyes. For some reason, she unnaturally put away her pride and put down her legs, but she still muttered unwillingly: "Oh, I really can't do anything to you, what's the matter?"

"I want to ask Mr. Aoye to find something for me."

"What? Cigarette or chocolate?"

"No. I need a lot of things. You'd better remember it. Well, a tin bucket, a roll of wire, well, it's better to be 5 meters long, two bronze medals, two inches multiplied by two inches, and a box of color pens, 12 colors, is that okay?"

Aoye blinked in confusion: "What kind of thing? What are you going to do?"

"It's so cold. How comfortable it would be to take a hot shower and go to bed at night?"

Aoye couldn't keep up with his jumping way of thinking and scratched his head awkwardly: "What?"

"Nothing. When can I give it to me?"

"As soon as possible. Oh, it's going to be on vacation, will it be delivered to your home?"

"That's so thankful!" Ai Fei lowered his head.

The door of the classroom was pushed open. Yoshida Tomoka, the teacher who was responsible for teaching Mandarin (equivalent to Chinese language), walked into the classroom slowly, walked to the podium and bowed: "Good morning."

"Good morning, sir."

"Thank you for a semester!" Yoshida Tomoya was 55 years old, his gray hair was meticulously combed. His shoes and his high chin always reminded Ai Fei of a famous host in later generations. He is the kind of old-fashioned teacher who pays most attention to personal appearance, but does not pay much attention to communication with the students. He only explains knowledge on his own every day in class. As for how much the children can listen to, he will not ask: "In the upcoming holiday, I hope you can not indulge in pleasure too much. You must know that the Japanese nation has suffered a serious moment, and you must make your own efforts for the further prosperity of the country! So, please continue to stick to your own efforts, everyone!"

For Ai Fei, such an inspiring speech full of Yamato national characteristics, was less attractive than a bad dinner. While Yoshida was talking endlessly, he was already wandering around and began to think about his creation for participating in the essay contest for a million people! What he was going to write was a very famous mystery novel in later generations, known as one of the top ten mystery novels in the world.
Chapter completed!