Chapter 11 Shenyang 1931

The cold wind from Siberia blew past Mo Yonghao and Ouyang Xue, bringing out a sense of coldness.

Mo Yonghao rode his bike and rubbed his hands that were so cold that he turned red from time to time. This was his first time to come to Chenyang, and it was also his first time to come to Chenyang more than 80 years ago.

At this time, Shenyang was more vivid than Shenyang in black and white photos in history books.

In front of Dongba Street is Chenyang North Station, so Mo Yonghao saw the clock on the top of the train station from afar. He always felt that everything here had some traces of history.

The crowds coming and going, from far to near, are both vague and clear, giving people a sense of hazyness.

There are also the tiled walls on both sides of the street, the sound of hawkers shouting and hawking, and the aroma of sautéed chestnuts and barbecue is coming from time to time.

Mo Yonghao stretched his hand into his pocket, and there was also some broken silver and a gold bar that Zhu Zhengcai gave him last time.

"Mo Yonghao also felt a little hungry, so he stopped the car and asked the vendor selling crispy cakes in front of him: "How much does this cake cost?"

The vendor looked up at Mo Yonghao and said, "One piece of three copper plates."

Mo Yonghao hurriedly took out a piece of silver from his arms: "Boss, come two cakes."

Winter in the north always comes very early, perhaps because of the high latitude. It is still in September of the golden autumn, and it is already cold to winter, and plum blossoms bloom low.

It’s winter, and the vendor is still wearing thin autumn clothes. The world is not good, and the family can’t make much money. The vendor handed Mo Yonghao two wrapped cakes with his cold red hands, which were very carefully wrapped.

Just as the vendor was about to find Mo Yonghao to change, Mo Yonghao looked at his red hands and said, "Don't look for it."

Mo Yonghao had already stuffed the cake in his hand to Ouyang Xue, stepped onto the bicycle, left, and didn't wait for the vendor to say anything.

The cold broken silver was held in the vendor's hand, and it seemed to be covered with a hint of warmth.

The ruts of fate are still moving longer and longer.

Ouyang Xue was still giving Mo Yonghao instructions to turn left or right, and also introduced Mo Yonghao some of the situation in Shenyang from time to time.

From time to time, puppet troops or Japanese troops passed by, and they avoided them and tried not to have head-on conflicts.

"Stop!" Ouyang Xue suddenly said, Mo Yonghao quickly braked and turned to look at the tall Western-style five-story building in front of him. There were also European door frames and floor lamps at the door.

Mo Yonghao's eyes were on the plaque in the center of the gate: "Manchurian Government Office."

Ouyang Xue bit a bite of the cake: "It's all traitors!"

Mo Yonghao hurriedly parked his car under a remote tree, saving people from being found difficult to explain.

From time to time, puppet soldiers or people in suits walked out and in, and occasionally Japanese in yellow military uniforms were also there.

Mo Yonghao took a cake from Ouyang Xue and ate it while saying, "Is this what you mentioned in the puppet army office?"

There were frequent rafts from the tram in the distance, and Ouyang Xue's voice seemed a little unauthorized.

But when Mo Yonghao saw it, Ouyang Xue nodded and clenched her fists slightly.

That's it.

"These traitors live quite well, better than anyone else!" Mo Yonghao glanced at Ouyang Xue and sighed.

"Damn it." Ouyang Xue said coldly. If it weren't, if it weren't for the betrayal of a traitor, her father wouldn't...

That is her closest and loved one!

He died like this under the butcher knife of the little Japanese!

Father, I will definitely avenge you!

Ouyang Xue's eyes were filled with hatred, and Mo Yonghao's body was shocked!

"What's wrong with you?" Mo Yonghao asked.

"No one of these traitors will die well!" After saying that, Ouyang Xue wanted to rush up and kill the two guards at the door. Mo Yonghao saw that the situation was not good and quickly held her hand.

"You are stupid, right? Just figure it out. Now that we are two of us, you actually want to deal with the puppet army in this building! This is a meaningless sacrifice! If your father knew that you did this, he would not only be sad, but also feel heartbroken!"

Why didn’t she know Ouyang Xue, but how could she swallow her anger!

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She punched the cold ground, and blood flowed like a stream between her fingers.

"Oh!" Mo Yonghao screamed, hurriedly held Ouyang Xue's hand, took a piece of cloth from his body and planned to bandage it, but it was opened coldly by Ouyang Xue.

"Don't worry about me, you see this building, let's go." Ouyang Xue stood up and prepared to leave.

Mo Yonghao looked at the cakes that were crushed to the ground pitifully, and his eyes suddenly stopped on an old man with a hunched back.

The old man looked about eighty years old, with a hunched back and a torn dress. The cold wind blew up against the man's clothes. The old man was skinny and bone-slung, his eyes were deeply sunken, and the fragile sympathy in Mo Yonghao's heart began to flood again.

He snatched the tree trunk to watch the old man's movements.

I saw the old man holding a broken bowl, as if begging. The old man walked towards the puppet army on duty little by little, probably trying to ask him for food or money.

"Official, you are fine, please give me some money..." The old man kowtowed to the post on duty in front of him and said intermittently.

The guard spat: "It's so unlucky!" While driving the old man with a gun, he said: "Go away quickly! Don't get in the government office!"

The old man was probably really hungry and actually reached out to hold the guard's barrel: "Official! Good luck, give me some food!"

The guard looked at the old man with disgust. The gun swept the old man and fell to the ground, and the bowl was also dropped. There was a small amount of poor copper sprinkled all over the floor. The old man stood up and went to pick it up little by little.

"Hey! You're not leaving yet!" Ouyang Xue was about to go back to get the car and leave, but she found that Mo Yonghao didn't follow him, so she came back to find him again.

Ouyang Xue discovered that Mo Yonghao was focusing on an elderly man. He was picking up copper falling from the ground bit by bit.

Ouyang Xue punched Mo Yonghao.

"What are you doing?" Mo Yonghao shouted with his head held.

"You won't go to help just watching someone there!" Ouyang Xue said, pulling Mo Yonghao out quickly.

The two of them helped the old man pick up copper coins on the ground together.

"Hey! You two! Hurry up and get that old man away!" The guard looked at Ouyang Xue and Mo Yonghao and said.

Ouyang Xue looked at the guard with hatred. Mo Yonghao quickly grabbed her and shook his head at her. The two helped the old man pick up money and took the old man to the street to eat noodles. The old man ate five bowls in one breath, which made Mo Yonghao stunned. Ouyang Xue had no reaction.

After eating, the old man planned to kowtow and Ouyang Xue to thank him. Mo Yonghao hurriedly supported the old man and said, "Grandpa, you are an elder, don't!"

At this time, Mo Yonghao faced the old man's gaze, sharp and wise, completely inconsistent with his current physical condition.

"They are destined to fail. Little girl, don't worry." After the old man said that, he left with his back hunched over.

Until a long time later, Mo Yonghao did not understand why the old man had such a prophecy.

He just felt that this encounter would make a dream come true for a lifetime.
Chapter completed!