Seeing the Japanese leaving the store, Tailor Wu patted his wife's hand, ran to the door and closed the store tightly, inserted the door bolt, then let out a long breath and sat on the ground.

When the two girls saw the crisis pass, they hugged each other and cried. They were really frightened and were dragged back on the brink of death. It was not something that the two young girls could bear for the moment.

Sometimes, crying is the best medicine. Mu Yang walked out of the inner room and looked at Tailor Wu who was slumped on the ground and the two girls crying with his head in his arms. He could only stand there and wait for them to recover a little.

Tailor Wu was so shocked that he wanted to stand up when he saw Mu Yang coming out of the inner room. Maybe his legs were a little weak. He stood up twice before he stood up with the door frame.

Tailor Wu now thought that Mu Yang was a Japanese man. He spent Japanese money, spoke Japanese, and dared to hit Japanese people. Although he didn't see it, the slaps were real. When he came out, the Japanese sergeant's face was still red and swollen.

Tailor Wu said in a trembling voice: "Tai, Taijun, we are really good people. We have never done anything to sorry Taijun. Please let the two children go." He knew that Mu Yang understood Chinese and said boldly.

The two girls also raised their heads. Mu Yang looked at Xia Kejun's pear blossoms with rain, and felt that I felt really pity for me.

"Don't worry, I'm not a Japanese, I'm a Chinese, I won't harm you. I'm here to get the clothes. Have you done it?" Mu Yang said in a gentle tone.

This change was a bit fast. Tailor Wu took a while to turn around, "Ah, it's done, I'll get it for you. As he stepped on the cotton, he walked behind the counter."

The two girls stopped crying now, but Wu Lan was more courageous. After twitching her nose twice, she asked in a low voice: "Are you really not a Japanese?"

Mu Yang smiled, "It's really not."

"Then why do you speak Japanese?" the girl continued to ask.

"If you can speak Japanese, you are Japanese. Many Chinese people can speak Japanese."

"Then why do the Japanese listen to you?"

"It depends on your brain. Japanese people are sometimes stupid."

When Wu Lan heard Mu Yang's words, she burst out laughing. It seemed that she was a very heartless girl.

"Thank you for saving us." Xia Kejun, who had not spoken at this time, said in a yellow oriole-like voice.

"You're welcome, I said, you'd better get up, the ground is not clean." Mu Yang teased.

The two girls only realized their embarrassment and quickly stood up. Xia Kejun's face turned slightly red.

"Sir, this is your clothes, you have already made it. Also, I really thank you for helping you just now, otherwise our family would be destroyed." Tailor Wu said with lingering fear.

"It's just right. Since I've caught up, I can't watch the Japanese harm our compatriots. Okay, I'll leave." Mu Yang said as he took the clothes and prepared to go out.

"Sir, sir, you see, the Japanese are not leaving yet. Why don't you stay for a while? I'll ask my inner friend to cook a few dishes at noon, so I'd like to thank you for your life-saving grace." Tailor Wu was afraid that the Japanese would return and wanted to keep Mu Yang. Now Mu Yang is a life-saving talisman.

Mu Yang thought for a while and said, "Okay, that's all, I'll disturb you."

"Don't disturb me, don't disturb me, please go upstairs. If you are inside the house, hurry up and make tea. Mr. go here." As he said that, he asked Mu Yang upstairs.

The four of them came to the living room on the second floor, with an eight-immortal table in the middle. The middle-aged woman hurried to make water and tea. Tailor Wu said with a smile: "Sir, please sit, please sit, my name is Wu Xiangtian. I don't know if the teacher's surname is high, can you tell me?"

Mu Yang sat in the seat, pondered for a moment and said, "I'm the last name of Mu, you can call me Xiao Mu."

Mu Yang did not directly say his name. Although his name is not well-known in Tianjin, many people still know it. At least Wu Lan and Xia Kejun should know the name Mu Yang. Mu Yang is also to save trouble and is afraid of scaring the family.

"Where is Mr. Mu from? Should I come to Tianjin to visit relatives and friends or do business?" In fact, Tailor Wu was just chatting.

"I am from Beijing and now I am a student. It's better to have a trip and gain some knowledge than to become a nerd." Mu Yang replied with a smile.

Wu Lan and Xia Kejun sat beside the Eight Immortals table, watching Mu Yang chat with the tailor. The two women were really frightened just now, and they were still a little worried about this young man who was not afraid of the danger and saved them under the knife of the Japanese soldiers. They were both impressed and curious.

When Wu Lan heard Mu Yang say that he was a student, he said, "Brother Mu, you are a college student." His voice was anxious and crisp.

"Yeah," Mu Yang nodded.

"Which university is that?" Wu Lan asked.

Mu Yang thought about it and it seemed that there was no Peking University yet. He could only say, "Peking University."

"Wow, Brother Mu is so amazing. He turns out to be a top student at Peking University. It is the best school in China. Kejun and I want to get there. However, my grades are not good, so I probably won't get there. But I have good grades. Maybe you can still become classmates in the future." Wu Lan kept talking nonsense.

Mu Yang looked at Xia Kejun. This woman with excellent temperament, when she saw Mu Yang looking over, she suddenly blushed and lowered her head slightly.

"Okay, I hope you all get into Peking University and we will become classmates in the future. Then I will be your seniors." Mu Yang could only continue to write.

At this time, Tailor Wu sighed and said, "In this year, the war is in chaos and the Japanese are inhumane. How can girls run so far away from home to study? It's better to marry someone after going to middle school."

Tailor Wu’s idea is definitely the idea of ​​most parents in this era. It cannot be said that they are wrong. Parents think so definitely for the sake of their children’s goodness, but most young people with thoughts and ideals will not understand their parents’ ideas.

"I am only 17 years old, so you are going to let me get married. A few days ago, my mother secretly arranged a blind date for me. I thought it was a guest who came to my house and was so embarrassed that if you do this in the future, I will run away from home if you don't tell me." Wu Lan definitely objected to Tailor Wu's idea.

"It's not for your own good. That young man is pretty good. His family background is similar to ours. He is a good match. Besides, what's wrong with 17 years old? Most of the girls who are 17 years old have gotten married and had children. If you weren't still in school, I would have betrothed you." Tailor Wu also showed off his parents' style in front of Mu Yang, an outsider.

"Hmph." Wu Lan turned her head and ignored her father.

Seeing that Xia Kejun didn't speak for a long time, Mu Yang asked, "Where is Miss Xia from? I don't have a Tianjin accent."

"Brother Mu, my family is in Zhangjiakou, Chahar Province." Xia Kejun said.

When he called out Brother Mu, he felt comfortable, but Zhangjiakou knew that Chahar Province did not remember it for a while. Later, after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that he had mentioned in the books he had read in the Republic of China that he had been reading that part of modern Inner Mongolia and part of Hebei was established as a province in the Republic of China. Chahar Province, and the capital of the provincial capital is Zhangjiakou.

"What do you do in your family? Why did you think of coming to school in Tianjin?" Mu Yang also asked casually, but unexpectedly, Xia Kejun's face became a little unpleasant.

Xia Kejun looked up at Mu Yang's eyes. Mu Yang felt that there seemed to be many thoughts hidden in those eyes. In the end, Xia Kejun did not answer Mu Yang's question.

"Brother Mu, the tea is brewed, have a cup of tea." At this time, Tailor Wu's wife brought the tea, and Tailor Wu quickly took the teapot and poured it on Mu Yang.

Mu Yang had a pretty sumptuous family dinner, and Mu Yang had a hard time eating it with everyone's gratitude and compliments. If he didn't stay much, he would say goodbye and leave.

Suddenly, Xia Kejun said, "Brother Mu, I'll give you a gift."

The Wu family looked at Xia Kejun with a slightly surprised look. This was not like the performance of Xia Kejun, who was usually as gentle as water.

"Okay." Mu Yang agreed happily.
Chapter completed!