Chapter Five On The Songhua River
The little white face left, taking with it a hint of humiliation and fear, or perhaps to find solace for its wounded heart, who knows where. In the chilly wind, a faint figure, a car with a flat butt, looked utterly desolate.
Yang Feng hummed a tune as he began his leisurely and carefree nostalgic journey through old Beijing.
In front of the Tsinghua Gate behind him, a gaunt old foreigner was staring intently at his back.
"Lucas, this friend of yours is indeed one of a kind. He rides an electric tricycle made of expensive aviation aluminum alloy and plastic, equipped with a gas stove that can only be seen in China's high society, to sell cheap pancakes. I'm really curious if he has ever calculated how many pancakes he needs to sell to recoup his investment." He said with great interest to the beast beside him.
The beast held a bottle of wine, leaning lazily against the wall, with a lewd expression staring at the passing female students.
Yang Feng didn't know that he was being treated as a pig eating a tiger, a game among the wealthy and aristocratic families. In fact, he was now lamenting the lack of money in his pocket.
What a business opportunity! Not to mention those cheap antiques that make him want to rush in and grab them, even the few turtles carried by a guy on the side of the road make his mouth water.
"Big brother, will you sell?" The goods stopped the car and asked with a mouthful of saliva.
The man was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said: "I picked it up myself from the river, it's not something valuable, if you really want it, I'll give it to you for one dollar."
Yang Feng unhesitatingly pulled out a large foreign banknote and threw it at him.
None of the four turtles weighed less than three catties, and such large wild turtles cost over 200 yuan per catty. Bring them back to raise for a few days and take them away when leaving.
Yang Feng was proudly carrying the turtle when he suddenly felt something was off, sensing several unfriendly gazes focusing on him. He subconsciously lifted his head.
Yesterday, those two Northeastern soldiers were standing in the middle of the road ahead, hugging their rifles and looking at him with ill intentions.
"Brothers, we meet again!" Yang Feng said with a big smile on his face.
A man in his thirties with a large build on the opposite side sneered and raised his middle finger, saying: "Brother, explain to me what this means?"
"Not much to say, I see you're no good at fighting the Japanese, but you're quite energetic when it comes to fighting your own kind, so let me encourage you!" Yang Feng said with a sly smile.
His face turned red with anger, you don't hit someone in the face, and you don't insult someone's family, let alone tear their skin off.
"Thanks a lot! We brothers don't have much to say, how about we loosen up your muscles?" The big guy said angrily, and he and his companion slowly walked over, cracking their knuckles.
Yang Feng hastily turned around, only to find that there were still three Northeastern Army soldiers behind him. Although they didn't move forward, they sneered and blocked his retreat.
"This is all your fault!" Yang Feng sighed helplessly, reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, then poked at the screen a few times.
"My home is on the Songhua River in Northeast China."
There is a forest coal mine
And there's also the vast expanse of soybeans and sorghum stretching across the mountains and plains.
My home is on the Songhua River in Northeast China.
There are my compatriots
And those aging parents.
September 18, September 18
From that miserable time
September 18, September 18
From that miserable time
Away from my hometown
Abandon those endless treasures
Vagabond, vagabond!
Trapped in the pass all day, wandering!
What year, what month can I return to my lovely hometown!
Which year, which month, can I recover that endless treasure!
Dad and mom, dad and mom,
When?
"Reunite under one roof!"
In the loudspeaker of a mobile phone, a sorrowful song echoed on the quiet street. Before it was finished, it had already turned into a chorus of wailing. The soldiers of the Northeast Army, refugees fleeing in panic, and even passersby who were infected – not one person was not crying and sobbing.
"Three hundred thousand men, all stripped of their armor! Not one of them is a real man!" Amidst the sorrowful sighs, Yang Feng rode his tricycle past the two Northeastern Army soldiers who were crying and kneeling on the ground, then left with a flourish.
Not far behind him, a Northeast Army general with the rank of lieutenant general knelt on both knees facing northeast, sobbing uncontrollably.
This song was a deadly weapon for the Northeastern Army wandering in Guan Nei, especially in 1932 when this song had not yet appeared.
To put it bluntly, Zhang Xueliang was actually forced to launch the Xi'an Incident by this song. All that nonsense about being for the country and for the nation is just a bunch of empty talk. When 160,000 Northeastern Army soldiers sang this song in unison, anyone who wasn't an idiot would understand what it meant. If he didn't take action, there was only one outcome waiting for him: a large-scale mutiny!
Yang Feng walked away leisurely, without any concern about the huge bomb he had just triggered. Although it was only heard once, this song "Songhua River" was really too piercing to people's hearts, and at least one-third of those who listened remembered it completely.
That very night, in the barracks of the Northeast Army, among refugees sleeping on the streets in the cold wind, among students fleeing to Guan, and even in some homes of Northeast Army officers, this song spread like a plague.
For Zhang Xiaozhu on the big smoke couch in the Shuncheng County Wangfu, this was indeed a plague.
"When the soldiers are being unreasonable, you're also being unreasonable? Fight back to Northeast China, what can we fight back with? Can we defeat the Japanese?"
"Aircraft, tanks, warships, what do we have? Can you fight back to the Northeast with just the rifles in your hands?" He roared hysterically at Wang Yizhe who was kneeling in front of him.
"This is a deliberate provocation, I know it must be those people from Nanjing who made this up, they are trying to divide our army! Let's go fight the Japanese to the death, once we're exhausted they'll be happy!" He shouted while weakly coughing.
At this time, Miss Zhao Si on the side quietly gave Wang Yi Zhe a wink, hinting that he should retreat first.
"It's okay, it was just a song! No big deal, Ting Fang was just being impulsive, don't be angry." Wang Yi Zhe said softly after he left.
"The Japanese forced me, Nanjing forced me, now even my own people are forcing me, do they want to force me to death?" Zhang Xiaotu cried, burying her head in her arms, feeling the familiar warmth, and slowly calmed down.
"What are we going back with? Once we go back, will our old folks and relatives in Northeast China still recognize us?" he said sorrowfully.
The culprit is very comfortable, in the warm glow of sunset, a tricycle is moving quickly, with silvery laughter echoing from behind.
Xin'er wants to invite him to dinner, at the famous Liuguo Restaurant, and even takes his tricycle there. Now he is squeezed in the back seat with Yang Jing, whispering something unknown.
Behind the tricycle, a black Mercedes-Benz kept pace with them at a distance.
"Honey sweet, I laugh honey sweet, like flowers blooming in the spring breeze......" Yang Feng's singing voice echoed in the wind.
