The scorching sun is like fire, and the sky above the Lingdingyang of Hong Kong is cloudless.

With a "crack", the blue sky seemed to have been split into a crack by a huge axe.

The surrounding space trembled violently, and suddenly, a person was thrown out of the crack of darkness and fell straight to the ground like a spiral.

Zhang Meng suddenly woke up, feeling the pain all over his body was about to break, and was shocked to find that he was falling down from the sky.

The earth rushed towards him, and at that moment, Zhang Meng felt that he was finished.

"Dingdie" A device similar to a force sensor on Zhang Meng's chest suddenly flashed a red light.

At the critical moment, Zhang Meng was pulled up in time by the suddenly opened parachute, avoiding the tragic end of being thrown into meat paste.

Zhang Meng was taken over the woods by a parachute. With the sound of branches breaking, he felt that he had broken through the roof, and bumped into some messy things, and finally fell into the house and pressed against a person. The screams suddenly sounded.

Then there were the screams of the women. In the blur, Zhang Meng could barely see the women dressed in maids covering their mouths and looking stunned, and then fainted.

I don’t know how many days I have passed, but in my indifference, Zhang Meng vaguely felt that a woman was serving him carefully, dressing him up, treating his wounds, feeding him, giving him injections, and drinking medicine.

Finally one morning, Zhang Meng woke up leisurely.

What exactly did it happen?

Zhang Meng's memory was the moment before that he was still performing a forced demolition task in the shanty town. The next moment he woke up, he fell from the sky and was here when he woke up.

What is this place?

A faint fragrance of sandalwood filled my arms, and the hollow carved windows shot into the spots of fine sunlight. After careful examination, I saw a soft wooden bed under my body. The exquisite carved decoration looked very expensive. I was a brocade quilt on my body. I turned my side and saw a woman's boudoir that was combined with China and Europe.

While thinking, the sound of footsteps rang out.

Zhang Meng looked at the door and couldn't help but concentrate. In a strange place, life was in danger at all times, so he immediately became alert. He subconsciously touched his waist, but did not find the baton that should have been there.

The door opened, and a maid who only appeared in the anime appeared in Zhang Meng's sight.

She wore a white towel with a folded hair on her forehead, and her long hair was separated from the middle to her ears and intersected her temples, and she braided it into two braids. She wore a long black skirt and a white apron. She held the plate and stepped on white cloth shoes, and Yingying walked in.

She looked beautiful and petite, and looked only twelve or thirteen years old. When her watery eyes saw Zhang Meng staring at her, she was shocked and almost dropped the plate on the ground.

"Short Hannon wakes up! It's great!" She said a series of words in a pleasant voice, and her face was filled with joy.

"Talk to me?"

The maid spoke Shanghai dialect. Although Zhang Meng had learned some Shanghai dialect when he was alive, the other party spoke too quickly and the dialect was too strong, as if it was a classical Chinese from the Republic of China era, so Zhang Meng only understood the word "Young Master".

The maid nodded, quickly put down the plate, ran out in a hurry and quickly. After a while, bursts of excitement came from outside the door.

Zhang Meng was thinking about why the other party called him the young master, and the door was suddenly knocked open. When he looked up, a pretty woman about twenty years old rushed over quickly.

The woman suddenly came to the bed, grabbed Zhang Meng's hand, held it tightly, and stared at him with tears in her eyes.

"Brother, Nong Yu finally woke up, Nong Kai felt that Weier was heartbroken!"

Zhang Meng looked at the Shanghai woman who called herself Weier in front of her in a little surprised. She was wearing a white gauze skirt, tied with a soft blue silk and smoke around her waist to form a light bow, and gently tied a Wei Ling Hair on her ink-colored hairpin. Her skin was as crystal clear as jade and had no makeup on her face. Her clear and shallow outfit was simple but beautiful, fresh and elegant.

Looking at her white face, her eyes seemed to be embedded on it, but there was a hint of sadness. Her eyebrows were bent just right. The two thin lips were raised in a beautiful curve, and a smile hung on her pretty face, as if she was as beautiful as a perfect person.

It's really a symbolic beauty.

Zhang Meng quickly gave her a high score in her heart. If he were to talk to her in every way, but it seemed to be very entangled at the moment because Zhang Meng was a little uneasy about the unfamiliar environment.

"Can this speak Mandarin? I--that--Shanghai dialect very well."

The woman named Weier was stunned for a moment, and then switched to Mandarin and said, "Strange, brother, why don't you understand the dialect of your hometown? I just said, 'You finally woke up, you made Weier worry so much!"

Zhang Meng coughed dryly. Although he felt that he had the capital, he couldn't stand the other party's explicit call to "Brother". Of course, he had more important things to ask her.

"Thank you for your concern, but I don't understand how I got here? Where is this?"

The woman named Weier was stunned at first, then forced a laugh and said, "Brother! What's wrong with you? I am your sister Weier! This is Hong Kong. Our dad specially gave you a birthday gift, it's your home!"

Zhang Meng's brain suddenly fell off for three seconds and looked around the room again. He hoped to have such a gorgeous home in Hong Kong, but with the salary of his small demolition office servant, he would never make money to buy a house in Hong Kong in his entire life. He just looked at this woman named Weier, but his expression was not like a fake.

What's going on? Zhang Meng couldn't help but frowned.

"Miss Weier, I think you must have recognized the wrong person! My name is Zhang Meng, I am not your brother!"

Weier suddenly looked down, then her eyes flashed and she pouted and said coquettishly: "You are my brother! My brother is Zhang Meng! My name is Zhang Wei!"

Zhang Meng looked at Zhang Wei with a little surprise and said with a wry smile: "What a coincidence. Your brother and I may be the same, but we always look the same, right?"

Zhang Wei hurriedly said, "Who said it? You two look exactly the same!"

silence.

Zhang Meng had already seen Zhang Wei's lie. Similarly, Zhang Wei also knew that she had just said she had exposed the stuffing.

After the two were silent for a while, Zhang Wei let go of Zhang Meng's hand with disappointment, slowly got up and went to the window, staring into the distance with her beautiful eyes.

"I know, even though you look exactly the same and also call the same name, you are not my brother. How can my brother not understand the dialect of his hometown?"

Her words were very heavy, with great desolation and heartache.

Zhang Wei sobbed softly, turned her head and said happily, "Okay, don't bother Mr. Zhang, you can rest first, I'll see you later."

As he said that, Zhang Wei turned around and left sadly.

Zhang Meng had something to ask her, but when she moved her body, she felt like her whole body was falling apart. At the same time, she saw that she was very sad, so she had to give up first and ask again after she had the chance.

After a while, the little loli maid in Shanghai just now came into Zhang Meng's room again with the reheated medicine.

"One less, it's time to take the medicine!"

Zhang Meng looked at this little Shanghai loli. This time she spoke slowly, and Zhang Meng understood. So he tried to shout in stuttering Shanghai dialect: "Ni Xiaoning, is it called Sa's name?"

"Xiao Zhao!"

"Black off! Good old man!"

The girl named Xiao Zhao blinked at Zhang Meng and asked, "Stop, how can you speak Shanghai?"

Zhang Meng suddenly smiled and said, "I just learned a little bit. I just showed off my skills. You should speak Mandarin to me."

Xiao Zhao smiled sweetly, brought the medicine soup, and blew it on his own, and handed it over when it felt it wasn't hot.

"Young Master, please drink the medicine while it's hot."

Zhang Meng nodded, and when he smelled the medicine, he knew it was purely healing and nourishing, so he took the medicine with confidence.

"Why do you call me a young master? Zhang Wei is your lady? Why do she call me a brother?"

After taking the medicine, Zhang Meng kept Xiao Zhao and interrogated her the whole story. Xiao Zhao seemed to have received permission, so she told Zhang Meng the whole story.

It turned out that Zhang Wei's brother was indeed called "Zhang Meng". "Zhang Meng" was a special service scientist in the First Corps of the Sixth Division of Huangpu. He was awarded the rank of second lieutenant for his good sniper operations. He was temporarily recruited to the battlefield of the Second Northern Expedition and served as the company commander of the guard in the General Staff of the First Group Army. In order to prevent the Northern Expedition from sending sniper troops to assassinate senior officers of the Northern Expedition Army, "Zhang Meng" killed several Japanese snipers and was also injured in the battle. A bullet was left on his head and could not undergo surgery in the country, so he was sent to Hong Kong for treatment.

Just two days ago, Japanese ace sniper Kazuo Sakai came to Hong Kong to avenge his dead brother, and replaced the unconscious "Zhang Meng" medicine in the hospital with poison and poisoned him.

"After the young master's accident, the young lady cried all day long, but on the day when the young master's accident, you suddenly fell off the roof. Seeing that you looked exactly the same as the young master, the young lady thought the young master was alive again, so she..."

Xiao Zhao was talking, but suddenly saw Zhang Meng's stunned look and stopped.

"Master, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Zhang Meng waved his hand mechanically, and he was completely stunned at this moment. It was not because Kazuo Sakai killed the "Zhang Meng", nor because Zhang Wei regarded him as her brother, but because he heard the news of the National Revolutionary Army's second Northern Expedition, and also heard the Japanese devils, the word that made him feel heartbroken.

"Which year is that-Xiao Zhao--now?"

"In the 17th year of the Republic of China, today is April 14th."
Chapter completed!