After a while, the owner of the small restaurant wiped his tears, breathed a sigh of relief, and said to everyone with red eyes: "Let the villagers laugh."

His wife wiped her tears and apologized to everyone: "It's early in the morning, I'll make you laugh."

"No one will laugh at you. I have relatives who died in the war. I feel deeply hurt. If you want to blame, I can only blame these damn Japanese." An old man said as he put the money on the table, stood up, walked over and patted his shoulder to comfort him, "Take your baby well, your family should also feel comforted by the spirit of heaven, and there are descendants."

"Yes, yes! It's a blessing for your family to escape. Living well and raising your children is a comfort to your family!"

Several other diners also said.

People's hearts are full of flesh, and they are sad for him.

Zhou Zhihan patted him on the back: "Brother, don't cry. Japan will eventually fail and surrender. In a few years, you can go back to worship your family. In the future, the country will have a public memorial day, and all your relatives' names will be recorded on it. We Chinese have not forgotten these compatriots who died."

"Can you do?" The owner of the restaurant's eyes were crying red, looking at Zhou Zhihan.

Zhou Zhihan said firmly: "Yes! All the country remembers the dead compatriots and will pay tribute. When we drive away the Japanese in the future, you can take your children back to pay tribute to your family every year." He said, looking at his watch, stood up, "My fellow villager, I have something to do, I have to leave first. I will come here to eat your tofu brain tomorrow morning. Oh, by the way, your surname is yours?"

"Hey, don't be so polite. My surname is Wang, and my family lives by Xuanwu Lake, so it's called Wangwu Lake." The restaurant owner Wang Wuhu said, "Come here tonight. I'll make some side dishes for you in my hometown, and let's have a few cups of them. Oh, by the way, what's your name? Brother, I think you're younger than me."

"My name is Zhou Zhihan, then I will call you Brother Wang from now on." Zhou Zhihan stood up and walked out, and said with a smile, "If there is time in the evening, I will definitely come over and have two drinks. If I have something to come before dark, don't wait."

"That's OK." Wang Wuhu said, picking up more than a dozen big cakes from the stove, packing more than a dozen fried dough sticks and chasing them out. "I have nothing good here, so I'll take these back for my younger brothers and sisters and children to taste them."

Zhou Zhihan had already walked to the bicycle and smiled: "No need for Brother Wang, my child has not been born yet."

Wang Wuhu forced it to Zhou Zhihan: "Then take it back for your brother and sister to eat."

Zhou Zhihan: "Too many."

Wang Wuhu simply hung the big cake and fried dough sticks on the handlebars: "Not much. Just take it for you. Our young man is straightforward, don't whisper." Then he stuffed the rice money that Zhou Zhihan placed on the table back into Zhou Zhihan's pocket, "You won't collect the money."

Zhou Zhihan was about to speak.

Wang Wuhu glared at his eyes: "I'll be anxious with you if you withdraw money again!"

Zhou Zhihan could see that Wang Wuhu was also a straight-tempered person. He was a northern man who was wise and could not help but be soft-hearted and stubborn. So he could only say, "Okay! I'll take it back to give you a taste of our hometown." As he said that, he waved goodbye to Wang Wuhu, and rode on the bicycle without pedaling a few times. He felt it was difficult, so he got off the car and took a look.

"grass!"

It turns out that the tires are out of breath.

Wang Wuhu stood at the door and saw it. He trotted all the way over and pinched the tires: "Brother, your tires are slow and ventilated. It's okay, I'll fix them for you! I used to pull a rickshaw by the Huangpu River in Shanghai, and it's common for you to repair your tires. Wait, I'll bring you guys over and get them done for you at most ten minutes..."

Shanghai?

By the Huangpu River?

Rickshawman?

At this moment, a person's appearance suddenly appeared in Zhou Zhihan's mind. He remembered that he had dreamed of being chased by someone while in the UK. Someone blocked him a knife. That person was the rickshaw driver who sent him to the Xinya Hotel at Jiangwan Airport when he returned to China in July 7th Incident.

Zhou Zhihan murmured to himself: "I actually forgot him."

Looking at Wang Wuhu who was jogging back to get the guy to repair the guy, Zhou Zhihan slapped his head and said, "When this ace battle is over, we must fulfill the promise we promised three years ago."

Wang Wuhu's tire repair technique is very skillful and it will be done soon. His wife looked at Zhou Zhihan's back as she left: "Your fellow villager is a handsome man. He can still have bicycles these days. He is definitely not a mortal. Our small family has a broken courtyard and is a bit unbearable. I'm afraid that he can't afford to be a little bit arrogant."

Wang Wuhu touched his head: "No way!"

"They are here for breakfast, and it doesn't matter if the restaurant is small, but you specially invite someone to have dinner. In our place, people are afraid that they will lose their identity when they come!"

After being said this by his wife, Wang Wuhu looked at his small restaurant again. It was indeed simple and thought for a while: "No, I think he is not that kind of person."

"If you don't believe it, it depends on the evening. If he comes, it means he doesn't dislike our place. If he doesn't come..."

Wang Wuhu interrupted his wife: "Stop talking, go fry the fried dough sticks..."

Little woman: "..."

...

Zhou Zhihan rode a bicycle to Karen and his friends' residence. It was very remote and Japanese planes would never waste ammunition here.

Zhou Zhirou made a very thoughtful arrangement. In addition to Karen and Qin Shu, there were four female soldiers with guns in the big house. The female soldiers were wearing ordinary clothes, and a woman in her 40s was in charge of cooking and cleaning the room.

Before Karen got up, Qin Shu had already gotten up. She sat in the living room and flipped through a book. When she saw Zhou Zhihan coming in, she was stunned and stood up with a smile, saluting: "Good morning, Colonel Zhou!"

"When did you become so polite, I'm a little restrained." Zhou Zhihan said, putting the pancakes and fried dough sticks on the table, holding a cup of tea for himself, and then sat opposite Qin Shu, "You haven't eaten breakfast yet. On the way, I met a breakfast shop run by a fellow villager. This is the pancakes and fried dough sticks he gave. You ask everyone to eat them while they are hot. By the way, Karen hasn't gotten up yet."

Qin Shu said: "Karen's pregnancy reaction is very big, and the jet lag has not reversed yet, so I asked her to get up late, because there is nothing to do anyway."

Zhou Zhihan nodded, and he was mixed with feelings about Qin Shu's sudden appearance. During his time at West Point Military Academy, he liked Qin Shu and wrote letters to her, but in the end he fell into the sea and fate was to tease people. Unexpectedly, Qin Shu has become Karen's translator now.

"You sit for a while. I will take the pancakes and fried dough sticks to the kitchen, and ask the aunt to make some porridge and wait for Karen to get up and eat together." Qin Shu said and took the pancakes and fried dough sticks into the kitchen.

After a while, Qin Shu came back, sat opposite Zhou Zhihan, took out his pistol and disassembled it very skillfully and wiped it: "Karen has been very anorexia recently and can only eat light foods. Moreover, the diet between China and the West is very different. Otherwise, let my uncle invite her a chef who knows how to make Western food?"

"No one is useful to ask for pregnancy reactions. When I was in the UK, I made Chinese food for Karen, and she liked it very much." Zhou Zhihan said with a smile, then took out a cigarette and looked at Qin Shu.

"What do you think of me? I love to thrust." Qin Shu rolled his eyes, just like the purity of Zhou Zhihan when he first saw her.

Zhou Zhihan shook his head and lit a cigarette.

"Oh, by the way," Qin Shu assembled the pistol and put it back on his waist. Her movements were very cool. She looked at Zhou Zhihan who was lighting a cigarette, "Have you ever told Karen that He Ningyu?"

"He Ningyu?"

Zhou Zhihan was stunned. He had forgotten the name. Today Qin Shu mentioned it again. The past suddenly surged into his heart. After a few seconds, he said: "No. I have never mentioned her to Karen."

"I didn't say it either. I think if you want Karen to know, you will definitely tell her in person."

Zhou Zhihan remained silent. He was indeed a sensible girl and had not caused trouble for himself these days.

But he immediately thought that Karen was not an unreasonable person. He knew He Ningyu and Qin Shu in front, not after knowing her.

Qin Shu continued: "I didn't tell Karen either, I was very familiar with you when I was in the United States."

Zhou Zhihan didn't know how to answer the conversation, and he never expected that Zhou Zhirou would ask Qin Shu to interpret Karen.

The world is so big, but it is so small.

He couldn't tell Zhou Zhirou that he would replace him, Zhou Zhirou would definitely ask why.

well!

Zhou Zhihan was a little overwhelmed. It was not that he didn't believe in Qin Shu, but that he didn't know how to get along with each other every time he saw her. Moreover, Karen was enthusiastic and generous. No matter whether there was anyone around him, he didn't care whether others were there, but Qin Shu was a little unnatural.

Qin Shu glanced at the door of Karen's bedroom and whispered: "There's something I've always wanted to ask you."

Karen's bedroom is far away from the living room.

Zhou Zhihan: "What's the matter?"

Qin Shu frowned: "Before you went to Randolph Air Force Academy at West Point Military Academy, you told me that you would write letters to me frequently. I waited for a long time and didn't wait for your letter, so I couldn't help but go to find you. When I arrived at Randolph, I realized that you had returned to China. At that time, I was very disappointed, so I went to a nearby cafe and met a woman, which seemed to be..."

Zhou Zhihan's heart skipped a beat, and Qin Shu's expression and hesitation made him vaguely guess what: "Who?"

"I saw He Ningyu."

"You met her?"

Zhou Zhihan's heart trembled and his mind buzzed.

How is this possible? He Ningyu was killed by him, and the next morning at her door, he saw the police lifting the person out of the house with his own eyes. Although he did not come over to see the person carried by the police at that time was He Ningyu, it was definitely not wrong.

"How is this possible?"

"I also thought it was impossible at that time. You once told me that she was poisoned to death by gas. I was also shocked at that time, and then thought that it might be someone who looked very similar, but no matter how I looked, she was He Ningyu." Qin Shu's tone was very certain, "If there were so many people in the cafe at that time, I really thought I had seen a ghost."

"This is impossible." Zhou Zhihan stood up. He Ningyu was as beautiful as a flower and his heart was as snakes and scorpions. If he had not died, how could he not seek revenge on him?

"If it weren't for her, who would have been? When you were at West Point Military Academy, you often went to the teahouse run by my uncle, and there were very few Chinese in the United States. How could two identical people appear?"

Zhou Zhihan was a little confused, and the sudden news was like thunder.

If He Ningyu was not dead, why did her name be written on the tombstone when she went to worship her?

If she is not dead, who will hide it for her?

Who would be lying in the grave?

Qin Shu saw Zhou Zhihan's face change drastically, thinking that he knew that He Ningyu was not dead and didn't know how to deal with it. After all, he was his former lover.

This also shows that the man in front of him has feelings and righteousness.

In fact, Qin Shu was always hesitating whether to tell Zhou Zhihan about He Ningyu's death. She thought this was too weird and too strange. It would be fine if she didn't remember it. Whenever she thought of it, she would be creepy. She felt incredible and felt that there were many doubts and scary points, so she often wondered if it was because she didn't find Zhou Zhihan at that time and was in a daze, which caused the wrong person.

After lighting a cigarette, Zhou Zhihan calmed himself down. He quickly recalled the scene when He Ningyu was naked. In order to create a gas poisoning, he just sniffed her and did not die. Then he created the gas poisoning scene.

He clearly remembered that he left after extracting her last memory when she died.

Could it be that I was soft-hearted at the time and in order not to let He Ningyu die too painfully, I stuffed two pieces of ice into her throat, hoping to suffocate her to death quickly. But after I left, the two pieces of ice not only did not suffocate her to death, but instead stimulated her to wake up?

That's right. If He Ningyu woke up, he would definitely ask for help. Who was the police carrying it out of her house the next morning?

Suddenly, Zhou Zhihan remembered that when he was naked, he found the gold in the bathroom, he saw his ex in the mirror.

The ex who has always loved He Ningyu and still loves He Ningyu even though he knows that he has been exploited.

Zhou Zhirou suddenly shuddered. There was a great possibility that he could travel through time, and his ex might have a way to prevent He Ningyu from dead.

But with He Ningyu's viciousness, how could he not seek revenge on himself?

There should be only one explanation. After being snatched naked, He Ningyu's brain was damaged and he lost his memory.
To be continued...