When Xiaolin Xun came to Qian Xiaobao's house, Qian Xiaobao was already waiting at home.

"Did you see clearly?" Qian Xiaobao asked.

"I've seen it clearly, but if you want to forge an email tag, I will draw it on the paper first. I will do the other things." Kobayashi Xun said.

"I thought about it for a long time before I thought of this solution, otherwise this would not be possible at all." Qian Xiaobao said.

"I have completely investigated it. When are you going to do it?" Kobayashi Xun asked.

"It's just October. When the ice on the river freezes, we'll do it when there's another heavy snow or two!" Qian Xiaobao said.

Qian Xiaobao went to Schultz's clinic. He pretended not to know Schultz in front of Hannah and asked him to see a doctor.

Old man Shavish is already dying.

The old man's body contracted like a dry walnut, and his eyes were as if he was dead.

However, Qian Xiaobao was holding the photo of the whole family shaking in front of his eyes, Shavish's eyes also turned slightly with the photo, and this time he found that he was still alive.

Schultz untied the old man's clothes and listened with a stethoscope for a while, then looked carefully at the pupils of Shavish's eyes.

Schultz turned around and shook his head slightly at Qian Xiaobao.

"Professor Shavesh, the devil will be stuffed back into the bottle one day!" Schultz whispered in German in the old man Shavesh's ear.

Old Man Shavish's eyes lit up instantly and then completely dimmed.

"No, get ready." Schultz stood up and said to Qian Xiaobao.

"I have prepared the coffin a long time ago. I will find a few Jews to invite them to attend the funeral." Qian Xiaobao said with a sigh.

In the past two years, Jews in Harbin have decreased dramatically, but it is still no problem to find a few people to attend the funeral.

The next day Qian Xiaobao asked someone to bury the old man Shavish next to Mrs. Shavish in the Jewish cemetery.

Every Jew found by Qian Xiaobao happily agreed to attend the funeral.

In order to survive, I came to a foreign country and died here. All Jews empathized with it.

The tombstone of the old man Shavish was filled with small stones. Qian Xiaobao shook hands with everyone attending the funeral as a family member.

In the evening, Qian Xiaobao and Xiaolin Xun cleaned up the relics of the old man Shavish together.

"I just had hallucinations, and I saw Old Man Shavish sitting next to the radio." Qian Xiaobao said sadly.

"This means you really have feelings for him." Kobayashi said. She was now looking through the diary written by old man Shavish, which were full of Arabic numerals.

Old man Shavish wrote down all the food and other items that Qian Xiaobao had sponsored him in his diary in the past two years.

The books that Mr. Shavish left the most are books. These books were bought from the old bookstore after arriving in Harbin.

The Russian nobles and Jews sold out everything, including books, in order to exchange for the last two.

"These books are useless. Master Qi Er can't understand them, you won't read them at all." Xiaolin Xun said.

"I won't read it now, will I not read it in the future? Besides, I will leave all these books to my son. In the future, I will send him to the university where Old Man Shavish is a professor!" Qian Xiaobao said as if swearing.

"What is this?" Kobayashi said, pointing to the loudspeaker in the corner of the wall.

"You are even more rustic than me, and you don't even know the record machine!" Qian Xiaobao said.

His eyes rolled and said to Kobayashi Xun, "I have seen men and women dancing with music in the dance hall, but it's so fun! Why don't we both try it?"

"I don't know," Kobayashi said with a red face.

"It's easy to learn! It's like a wrestling for two people to stand together!" Qian Xiaobao said.

Without waiting for Kobayashi Xun to speak, Qian Xiaobao walked over and found a record to put it on it, then shook the handle and put the lead on the record.

As soon as Qian Xiaobao turned around and walked towards Xiaolin Xun, he was frightened by the sudden sound from the speaker and shook his whole body.

"Come on, I'll teach you!" Qian Xiaobao said.

Qian Xiaobao and Kobayashi Xun really twisted their arms together as if they were wrestling.

But not long after, Qian Xiaobao was sweating profusely.

"Strange thing! The music I heard in the dance hall was like running water. Why did the music tonight look like a iron smack?" Qian Xiaobao said in wonder.

Qian Xiaobao and Kobayashi Xun both looked at the still rotating record player panting. The majestic and sonorous melody of Beethoven's Symphony of Destiny was still heard from the loudspeaker of the record player.

Qian Xiaobao turned his head and looked in the direction of the radio again. He seemed to see the old man Shavish also looking at him, with a rare smile on his face.

Many people had guessed the result when the war in Europe just began. However, few people could guess that it would end so soon.

A European power disappeared in a month, and another consulate in Harbin - the Polish consulate.

Schultz contacted Qian Xiaobao and conveyed the instructions of his superiors, but it was still an old topic - pay close attention to the movements of the Kwantung Army and whether there was any intention to start a war.

Schultz was confused about this. The military operations in the European direction have ended and he should be able to do his best to deal with the Japanese. Why are he still worried that the Kwantung Army will take action on the Eastern Front?

Is there another new military operation?

After listening to Schultz's words, Qian Xiaobao said: "Anyway, I have not heard of a new Japanese division being transferred to the Northeast. Most of the divisions in Manchuria have some troops left in Japan and are not fully filled. The Japanese should not have plans to take action immediately."

"I will always pay attention to it." Qian Xiaobao continued.

Then he handed Schultz a suitcase he brought.

Schultz recognized this as a nahr record machine produced in Germany.

"I will give you something left by Old Man Shavish as a souvenir." Qian Xiaobao said.

"Comrade Schultz, don't be like a piece of wood! Burn yourself and work passionately!" Qian Xiaobao said to Schultz.

Schultz returned to the clinic with a record machine.

"Is there any news?" Hannah asked.

"No, the Japanese army has no movement for the time being." Schultz replied.

He opened the cover of the record machine and reassembled the speaker and tonearm on it.

Schultz picked out a Strauss waltz from more than a dozen records and put it on and shook his arms.

Soothing and light music instantly filled the whole room, as if the blue water of the Danube was slowly flowing.

If Qian Xiaobao was present now, he would definitely say that what I heard in the dance hall was this tune. I danced wrongly last night!
Chapter completed!