Fanyuan.

This was once the most popular place in Shanghai.

It lives here with the famous old man Zhang Renkui.

Since the Japanese army occupied the concession, the old man who had been trying to win over them has been frequently harassed.

The old man firmly rejected the Japanese and told his family to rather die than be a traitor!

The Zhang family was ready to burn together.

Fortunately, the Japanese were afraid of the old man's reputation and power, and did not dare to act rashly.

They were worried before that the old man was pretending to be sick and pretended to send a Japanese doctor to see him.

After checking, the old man's body was really not good...

As a result, the Japanese lost all their interest in the old man.

What they want is the prestige of the old man, not a dying corpse.

In the end, there were not even many spies monitoring Fan Yuan.

Those spies are routine, they come to see them in the morning and leave, and come back to take a walk in the evening.

Anyway, you can just get a job when you go back.

After the Japanese occupied the public concession, many people were afraid of causing trouble and did not dare to come to pay homage to the old man.

Therefore, Fanyuan, which was originally very lively every day, has become deserted now.

Early in the morning, the spy who was walking through the motions to monitor Fan Yuan had just left when the door was knocked open.

"Who?"

The concierge also opened the small door impatiently.

Although Fan Yuan is not as majestic as before, he is still in a state of decline!

"I'm sorry."

A movie was handed in: "We are from the south, so we came to pay special attention to the old man."

"Wait."

The concierge took the film and closed the door again.

After waiting for a few minutes, the door opened again.

This time we came Zhang Qishan, the son of the old man Zhang Renkui.

When he saw the guests outside, Zhang Qishan's expression changed drastically and he tried to calm down: "Please!"

The guest outside walked in with two followers.

"Today, no one will come."

Zhang Qishan gave a special order.

I took the guests and did not enter the living room, but went to a folk remedy next to me.

The two followers stayed outside.

As soon as he entered, Zhang Qishan hurriedly closed the door and bowed deeply to the guest:

"Qishan kowtowed to his uncle. Now that Japanese people are rampant, they dare not open the main door to greet his uncle. It is Qishan who is rude."

I don’t know how old he is than the other party, but he calls him “uncle”.

Even the rituals of the younger generation were fulfilled.

In the whole world, who has this kind of courtesy besides the old master’s brother and the “little master” Meng Shaoyuan?

Meng Shaoyuan quickly said, "I came in a hurry and did not inform me in time."

"Uncle, the concession is in chaos now, and Japanese are everywhere. If you suddenly come here, if something goes wrong, and uncle is responsible for heavy responsibilities, our Zhang family will not be able to atone for his sins even if they die."

Meng Shaoyuan smiled and said, "What's the danger in Shanghai? Isn't it just some gendarmerie and Japanese lackeys? Don't worry, since I dare to come, I have a way to protect myself."

Even though he said so, Zhang Qishan became more and more worried.

Gu Yu/span>Who is this?

"Pan Tianhu" Meng Shaoyuan!

If something really happens, the Zhang family will be implicated and said something else. I am afraid they will be criticized by thousands of people who don’t know the truth.

But when I look at Meng Shaoyuan again, I don’t care at all.

Meng Shaoyuan didn't care what Zhang Qishan was thinking: "How is the old man now? Can you meet guests?"

"The others are gone, but he must meet him when his uncle comes. These days, he has always been uncle."

Zhang Qishan opened a side door in the room: "Uncle, please come with me."

Taking him through a closed corridor, Zhang Qishan stood outside a room and called "father" a few times.

Although he did not answer, Zhang Qishan pushed open the door: "Father is inside, I'll watch outside."

Before Meng Shaoyuan could walk in, he smelled a strong smell of Chinese medicine.

He quietly closed the door, then tiptoed to the bed, moved a stool and sat down.

The old man fell asleep.

I haven't seen each other for a while, and the old man has become thin and thin.

How could this be the style of a big knife that was rampant in the world, beat Japanese ronin at the age of 80, and the godfather of the Republic of China?

Meng Shaoyuan felt sad when he saw it.

"Who is here?"

The old man suddenly opened his eyes and asked.

I was also as angry as a fucking spring when speaking.

"Brother, it's me."

Meng Shaoyuan said softly.

As soon as he heard this voice, the old man who was still weak just now suddenly recovered: "Is it Shaoyuan?"

"It's me, brother, it's me."

Meng Shaoyuan quickly stood up and came to the old man.

"Shaoyuan, it's really you, it's really you who's back."

The old man stretched out his hand.

Meng Shaoyuan took the old man's hand and sat down on the edge of the bed: "Brother, it's Shaoyuan who is back."

"well."

The old man was weak in his hand, but he was still holding Meng Shaoyuan's hand tightly, as if he was afraid that he would disappear as soon as he let go:

"A few days ago, I dreamed of you. I used two guns to kill Rittes and punished traitors. I was awakened by a happy smile, but when I opened my eyes, I found that there was nothing."

"Brother, your dream is quite accurate. Am I just appearing in front of you?"

"Shaoyuan, you shouldn't have come, you shouldn't have come." The old man changed his mind: "You can still have an old brother in your heart. The old brother is happy, but outside Fanyuan, there are Japanese spies and those lackeys. How can you take the risk of coming here to see me?"

"Brother, those dogs are nothing." Meng Shaoyuan said with a smile: "I have observed that those dogs just come around in the morning and almost evening, and there is no one else at the other time."

"Oh, is that right? They didn't tell me, and they lied to me that there were Japanese and spies outside. Do you know why this is?"

"Brother, please give me advice."

Zhang Renkui sighed softly: "I, Zhang Renkui, can be regarded as a hero of a generation, with 40,000 disciples. With an order, there is no one in the military and political circles who refuse to follow me. Now I am old and seriously ill, but there are few cars and horses in front of the door. Even the Japanese and those traitors are too lazy to monitor me. They are afraid that I will be sad."

Speaking of this, Zhang Renkui smiled first: "But my children underestimate me Zhang Renkui too much. My life is so exciting. I have been a garrison envoy and participated in the protection of the country. Qi Xieyuan defeated Lu Yongxiang. I sent troops from Nantong. In less than a month, I drove Lu Yongxiang out of Shanghai and fled to Japan in a panic.

Huang Jinrong and Du Yuesheng are all my juniors. I responded to it all in Shanghai. These are enough, enough. How can people never die? Otherwise, they will never die if they are old? Since they are old and dying and they are almost dead, what does it matter? People can't be glorious all their lives, right?"

Speaking of this, he looked at Meng Shaoyuan: "Do you know what I am most proud of in my life?"

Meng Shaoyuan shook his head.
Chapter completed!