Cheng Qianfan's eyes just stayed on this big title of this page of the newspaper:

Yesterday, Wuhan won a great victory, but Chen Huaiming did not return to the air battle!

Thirteen words are like a knife cutting his heart and lungs!

His chest cavity fluctuated greatly due to rapid breathing.

Cheng Qianfan opened his mouth but made no sound.

He pulled open the drawer, took out the cigarette box, took out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

The cigarette was trembling because his lips were trembling.

He picked up the gold lighter on the table and tweaked it several times before he successfully lit the cigarette in his mouth.

"At about 2:30 p.m. yesterday afternoon, Japanese planes broke into the sky above Wuhan with geese formations.

Chinese and Japanese fighter jets fought desperately in the air.

The ace pilot of the National Army, Chen Huaiming, flew the fighter plane to meet the enemy.

He rolled up and down, fought left and right, and soon after the war started, Chen Huaiming successfully shot down an enemy plane.

But he also became the target of enemy aircraft attacks and was surrounded by four or five enemy aircraft.

Soon, the plane flying by Chen Huaiming caught fire, and the operation seemed to be ineffective, and the plane was pouring down with smoke.

The author speculates that Chen Huaiming may have been shot and injured at this time.

However, if he chooses to abandon the plane and jump at this moment, he still has the possibility of survival.

When the Wuhan military and civilians saw an unforgettable scene for everyone, Chen Huaiming controlled the plane tightly and crashed into the enemy plane.

In a loud bang, two planes rolled and the fire dragon fell into the Yangtze River.

The hero Chen Huaiming and the enemy died together!

The soldiers and civilians on the Wuhan River cried bitterly.

The soul is back! Keep my sky!

Return of the soul! Defend our country!

My soul is back! Protect my people!

How magnificent, Lieutenant Shen Huaiming!"

...

Cheng Qianfan had a cigarette between his right finger and his elbow supported his head.

He breathed rapidly.

He felt very distressed.

It hurts so much!

Third brother!

Huaiming!

He is handsome, extraordinary, beautiful, sings, can play harmonica, and can play Erhu with good skills!

The third brother who said he would hold a wedding with Lu Yun’s younger brother and sister when the War of Resistance Against Japan was won!

Such an excellent third brother!

Sacrifice to the country?!

Cheng Qianfan's fingers holding a cigarette were trembling!

His heart was trembling, heartache!

...

Cheng Qianfan recalled the last time the two met was two years ago.

Huaiming came to Shanghai to visit him.

He told him that he was about to set foot on the battlefield and fight to the death with the Japanese invaders to protect the sky of his motherland.

He heard the aspiration for death from Huaiming's words!

Huaiming has made up his mind and preparation to sacrifice his life for the country at any time!

This made him both relieved and worried.

Huaiming was sitting in the rickshaw. He stepped forward and held Huaiming's hand, held it tightly, and said to him: Live! Huaiming, you must live!

Huaiming smiled like that, revealing his white teeth, and said to him, "Then it depends on whether King Yama will accept me."

Cheng Qianfan still cannot forget his brother's smile at that time:

This is a contempt for the invaders and a calmness for death!

He was so calm, facing sacrifices calmly!

The rickshaw left, and Huaiming's voice came, "Brother Fan, I've left my home to you!"

The cigarette roll gradually turned into ashes, and the ashes fell.

The sound of people walking in the corridor.

Cheng Qianfan got up, he turned on the faucet, washed his face, and quickly dried his face with a dry towel.

Turn the newspaper pages, fold it up, and throw it on the desk.

The gramophone was turned on.

Put in a vinyl record.

This is a cheerful music.

Cheng Qianfan sat at the desk and took out a cigar from the drawer. He slowly trimmed the cigar.

His legs crossed his legs and shook with the cheerful notes.

...

Hou Pingliang knocked on the door and came in to report.

"Brother Fan, four of the six people in the Sodia Ballroom have been released." Hou Pingliang said.

"Which four?" Cheng Qianfan asked by pulling the lighter's wheel, igniting the cigar.

Hou Pingliang said the names of the four people.

Cheng Qianfan noticed that Luo Mingyang, who was suspected to be the Red Party by Haozi, finally judged that he did not look like the Red Party, had been redeemed.

"Very good." Cheng Qianfan nodded and took a sip of the cigar. Perhaps it was because the cigar was too flushed. He was choked and coughed violently.

"Brother Fan, is it okay?" Hou Pingliang hurried over to help Cheng Qianfan slap his back. Brother Fan almost coughed up tears and snot.

"It's okay." Cheng Qianfan took out his handkerchief, wiped his eyes and nose, glanced at the cigar in his hand, and muttered something like "Tai Chong".

"The families of the remaining two people said they would raise the guarantee fee as soon as possible." Hou Pingliang said.

"The guarantee fee has increased by 30%." Cheng Qianfan said lightly.

What surprised him was that Chang Shenyi was not redeemable immediately.

He didn't know what was happening behind this, but this did not prevent the greedy "Deputy Chief Cheng" from temporarily raising the price.

"I understand." Hou Pingliang nodded.

After leaving the deputy general manager's office and taking it to the door, Hou Pingliang heard Brother Fan humming the song, which was the Western song played in the phonograph just now.

"Brother Monkey, congratulations on getting rich." A familiar policeman came over to say hello. He heard the singing in the office of the deputy general manager and winked, "Deputy General Cheng is in a good mood."

...

At noon.

Cheng Qianfan drove away from the police room.

Honolulu Road.

Cheng Qianfan wandered in the garden, with the melodious sound of piano in his ears.

This is a private music school.

Bai Ruolan is a music teacher here.

Ruolan, who was teaching the children, saw her husband in the yard. A beautiful smile appeared on her face and made a gesture that was not yet over get out of class.

Cheng Qianfan smiled and nodded, signaling that he was not in a hurry and just wait outside.

A lot of azaleas are planted in the garden.

Now is the flowering period of the azalea.

Looking into the eyes, the azaleas are colorful, red, blue, orchid and purple, like rainbows.

Cheng Qianfan remembered the sky.

"Find an empty flower pot." Cheng Qianfan said to the school manager.

Deputy General General Cheng said, "The bald middle-aged man naturally went to do it with great care. Soon, he brought a flower pot filled with soil."

In addition to the flower pot, a flower hoe was also brought.

"Thank you." Cheng Qianfan nodded with satisfaction.
To be continued...