The photo frame is made of beech wood and is well framed.

The person in the photo is Yu Mengwan herself, wearing a coat and skirt, with her hair styled in a ladylike style, her face a little childish and green, her eyes lowered as she looked at something in a trance...

Fu Shaoze looked at it for a while and suddenly felt something was wrong. This was taken when she was in Zhili, right? But she was no longer a little girl at that time. The Yu family was rigidly conservative, so how could they think of taking pictures of a girl who had not yet left the court?

Fu Shaoze thought for a while, opened the photo frame and took out the photo paper.

On the back, there is indeed a signature.

"Danxin was photographed on the winter solstice."

Danxin? Fu Shaoze was startled. He knew that this was the name given to him when he was a child, but he actually didn't remember it very well. Later, his eldest sister always joked about it, and he finally remembered that there was such a thing.

So, was this the photo he took of Yu Mengwan?

Fu Shaoze suddenly felt a little happy. She kept this photo well and even brought it to Shanghai and placed it in the most conspicuous place in her home - this was a photo he took! But such thoughts flashed in an instant.

Filled with more doubts.

Today's Yu Mengwan is not a person who is "nostalgic".

He even said that she seemed to be a different person. She still looked the same as before, but she was completely different from before. Therefore, in his reasonable guess, there was someone behind the scenes who had carried out all-round transformation and training on her and taught her

English, teach her knowledge, wash away the shadows on her body, and then let her come to Shanghai and become a tool in their hands...

Although there were still many things that didn't make sense, this was the most "reasonable" explanation he could think of.

But what does it mean that she is willing to put this photo on her desk?

Fu Shaoze couldn't figure it out. He just felt his heart pounding loudly. It was probably because the alcohol was getting stronger and he needed to slow down. The house was small, so he sat on the soft bed.

After sitting for a while, he unconsciously reached out and gently touched the plush blanket on the bed.

He thought about the romance, the girl who was cooking vegetables and rice in the house and celebrating her birthday. His heart was filled with a lingering and warm emotion, so he slowly and carefully fell asleep.

It's really soft.

Anyway, he drank and got drunk, so thinking about her... he can be forgiven, right?

Thinking like this, he even rolled around on the bed unscrupulously, buried his head in the soft quilt, and casually touched something under the pillow.

He subconsciously took it in front of him and saw that it turned out to be a peace charm.

Fu Shaoze felt that this peace talisman looked familiar. He had seen it before, he must have seen it before, but before he could think of it, he noticed the word written on the peace talisman - Qian Qian.

"Sissi..." he read out involuntarily.

He suddenly remembered.

Xixi is Yu Mengwan’s nickname.

If he hadn't seen this peace charm, he really wouldn't have remembered it.

But then, he remembered more things. These two words were imprinted in the depths of his pupils, and the dust-laden memories exploded in his mind. Scenes of bizarre scenes flashed in front of him, and those scenes were like a montage.

They were edited together without any logic, passing before his eyes at a speed that was almost impossible to see, and finally frozen in one scene.

The cold wind whistled in his ears, and snow flakes fell from before his eyes.

The vision is turbulent, the wheels of the carriage are creaking and turning, bumping...

In the retrograde silver-white world, heavy snow was flying all over the sky. She was wearing a scarlet cloak, and her pale face was getting farther and farther away... Her voice was drowned in the wind and snow, so he stuck his head out of the window and shouted loudly

Say goodbye to her...

"Sissi, wait for me...I will come back to marry you...wait for me!"

He remembered what he had said.

Fu Shaoze suddenly felt very cold, as if all the snow that day had fallen in this room at this moment. His fragmented life seemed to be glued together, including the sea, ocean ships, Westminster Abbey, and the clock in Greenwich.

The sound, the rolling turbid current of the Thames River...that was not what he thought was his "first half of life".

Those mountains, those rivers, the vines, the sunny courtyard, the small private school classroom, the trees that can climb very high... These pasts were deliberately forgotten by him. Because they were old, stale, and inferior.

If you say it, you will be laughed at. But some people remember, everyone except him remembers... His hand holding the amulet trembled.

Yu Mengwan remembered.

The unknown tremor surged up from his tailbone and enveloped his whole body. For a long time after that, it was difficult for him to explain how to sum up the feeling. But at this moment, Fu Shaoze felt that his heart was beating violently.

After shrinking a bit, his whole head was empty.

After a moment, he suddenly opened the pillows and bedding like crazy. He didn't know what he was looking for, but he seemed to have lost his mind and turned the small apartment upside down.

Then he found an old notebook at the bottom of the chest of drawers.

After a while, Fu Shaoze walked out of the apartment and returned to the car.

Sitting in the cold and silent cab, he was silent for a long time, and then opened the book in his hand again.

"a,b,c,d...a,b,c,d..."

He stroked the English letters with clumsy but dignified handwriting on them. They were not only English letters and words, but also Arabic numerals and place names of foreign countries. He didn’t know where they were extracted from. He recalled that the owner of the notes carefully used a hairpin in front of the desk.

The appearance of copying with the skill of small regular script made me feel confused for a moment.

He closed his eyes.

Time went back and forth, and the conversation between the boy and the girl echoed in his mind.

"Would you like to go to Shanghai with me?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Go and study, and there are a lot of fun things to do in Shanghai."

"But how can a girl go to school? She will be laughed at and shameless. I can secretly study at home. I learn things very quickly and no one will find out..."

"I will beat anyone who dares to laugh at you."

"Brother Shaoze is unreasonable. Besides, my mother said that a woman's lack of talent is a virtue. The most important thing is to--"

"What do you want in the future?"

"I will serve the Fu family well from now on...take care of my husband and raise my children..."

"Then, you wait for me in Zhili. After I finish my studies, I will come back and marry you, okay?"

"Well, I will always be waiting for you."

The sound of conversation disappeared, and all that was left to him was the endless sound of wind and snow in the middle of the night.

He buried his head very low, and in the narrow space, he heard an almost whimpering sound coming from his throat.

The white snow almost covered the car, and from a distance, it looked like it was frozen.

Ruixue spread the flying catkins evenly to every corner of this city that never sleeps. The streets and alleys were all white. Countless people fell asleep peacefully on this night called "Silent Eve", and warm colors appeared in the scattered houses.

of lights.

"She's waiting for me."

In the car, he closed his notebook, whispered something, then held the steering wheel and started the car.

The bright car lights pierced the darkness, the engine roared, and the snowflakes shook off.

…

Bai Qianyu half-crouched on the ground.

She coughed and wheezed, and felt a heartbreaking pain throughout her abdominal cavity. She no longer knew what she was holding on to. She only felt that half of the water in the water tank had entered her brain, and everything was spinning and shaking.

leisurely.

Someone came closer and said in a particularly soft voice, "Say it. After you finish speaking, we will let you go immediately and you will be free..."

Bai Qianyu was soaked all over, her pale face was still dripping with water, and her lips had no trace of blood. She looked at the person in front of her through blurred vision, and murmured something in her mouth.

"Boss, she speaks Chinese!" someone next to him whispered immediately.

"Listen to what she said." Matsui Jiro gave orders from the side. The reason why he did not listen to what Bai Qianyu said was because he knew very well that this woman was good at disguise and lies, and he could not use those skills on her.

It was a method that could cause severe physical damage, so he wanted to use waterboarding to destroy her will.

So far, everything seems to be going smoothly.

Starting to speak her mother tongue means that her consciousness has begun to become confused.

The man who understood Chinese hurriedly came to her side to listen. After frowning for a while, he said uncertainly, "She is talking nonsense. It seems that she is asking for help from her superiors. The other party's rank is 'Second Battalion Commander'. She urged him to fire quickly. This

The artillery appears to have come from Italy..."

"Write it down, this is important information!" Matsui had already begun to calculate frantically in his mind. Which unit is it? Are they equipped with the latest Italian artillery? Second Battalion Commander, why is it called this? Has she ever joined a combat unit?

?

"Yes!" Someone wrote quickly.

The subordinate who knew Chinese obviously heard some clues and asked in hot pursuit, "Who are you? Tell me."

Bai Qianyu spit out a mouthful of water, her pupils dilated, "I... am..."

Everyone held their breath and concentrated.
To be continued...