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Chapter 50 Victory

Now that they had such an idea, the two returned to Wuji Restaurant in the morning and began to discuss how to act.

"Are you leaving?" Listening to the two of them sitting in the front hall, you were talking vigorously, a guy who was sweeping the floor stopped and asked curiously.

"I have a plan." Lin Zhanyu said with a smile: "A few days ago, I heard that the Soviet army counterattacked and fought all the way to Berlin. Maybe the battle will be over this year."

"That's true." The man also laughed, and then started to get busy: "Go back. How do you say that sentence? Lu Cong is white tonight, and the moon is the hometown."

"It's not in a hurry." Wei Qingyun added a bit of lightness to his words: "I heard that Berlin has not been completely defeated, and I don't know when the little devil will surrender."

"Sooner or later." The clerk said, "We are not far from Nanjing. If you have free time in the future, remember to come back often. Don't tell me, that child Chengqi must miss you."

"Of course." Wei Qingyun replied.

Less than a month later, good news came from the European battlefield: Berlin was captured by the Soviet Red Army.

On May 5, Germany surrendered.

After dinner the next morning, everyone in the restaurant stood by the radio, listening to the news broadcast inside, unable to hide their joy.

"Great!" Wu Chengqi was sitting on the stool, but he couldn't hold back his excitement when he heard it, and jumped up.

"Isn't it? After fighting for so many years, I can see a little hope for Ansheng now." Speaking of this, the strong and strong cook brother also began to wipe his tears.

"The German devils have surrendered, are you afraid that he will fail to defeat Japan?" Shopkeeper Wu applauded, "Even if there is an offensive, it is just a struggle at the end of its strength."

"From the Northeast more than ten years ago to the whole country today, after such a long time, it is finally going to be peaceful." Lin Zhanyu looked at Wei Qingyun with a smile in his eyes: "Brother, when we return to Nanjing, the three of us can live a good life."

His words reminded Wei Qingyun.The latter looked around, and finally caught Wei Xueyi who was sitting on the accountant's seat and tinkering with small pieces of wood.

"What are you doing? Why don't you go out?" Wei Qingyun stepped forward, grabbed the child by the collar and slipped him out.

"I'll go, I'll go now." Wei Xueyi responded superficially, but his hands were still packing the wood.

"What are you doing with these to school?" Wei Qingyun frowned.

"Don't do anything." The child made a face at him, and the speed of his hand became faster and faster.

Wei Qingyun was helpless, but he was in a good mood this morning, so he didn't intend to argue with the other party, so he took out a book from the child's schoolbag and flipped through a few pages.

It doesn't matter if you don't read it, but you can see it when you look at it: the textbooks that Wei Xueyi has used for half a semester are spotless, and the cleanliness is comparable to a new book that has just been issued.

Wei Qingyun immediately forgot the joy just now, and immediately became furious.

He slammed the book onto the table in front of the child, and said coldly, "Be honest, what's going on?"

Wei Xueyi was taken aback, but luckily he was used to his father's anger, so he was not frightened, and quickly thought about countermeasures.

"Well, this is the book of Wu Chengren, the owner of the shopkeeper. I'll just carry it for him for a while." The more Wei Xueyi said, the more he felt guilty.

Wu Chengren is the second son of shopkeeper Wu. He was born in the same year as Wei Xueyi and studied in the same school.In contrast, the child was very obedient and left the door early.

"Have you learned to lie yet? You're not small." Wei Qingyun rolled up his sleeves, turned the book to the title page, and pointed to the crooked "Wei Xueyi" on it: "Is this the name of Chengren kid? Do you think I'm blind or a fool?" I can't read?"

He said more and more angry: "Be careful I peeled your skin!"

"Brother, calm down." Seeing that Wei Xueyi was about to be beaten again, Lin Zhanyu hurried over and stopped between the two of them: "It's normal for children to be playful."

"What Chinese calligraphy is the most boring, so I don't want to learn it, hum." Seeing that Lin Zhanyu stopped Wei Qingyun, Wei Xueyi became more and more unscrupulous.

He stuffed the wood and books into the schoolbag randomly, turned over from the table, and ran out in a hurry: "Uncle Lin, I'm leaving!"

"Go away!" Wei Qingyun pushed Lin Zhanyu away, pointed at this man and said angrily, "Just leave him alone. Sooner or later he will be used to nothing, and you will regret it later."

"How come? Xueyi is a child I have seen since I was a child. I know him. Everyone has his own ambitions, and he has a specialization. Isn’t it good to be able to support your family? Why should you be harsh?”

Lin Zhanyu hurriedly helped Wei Qingyun pull down the sleeves that had just been rolled up: "Brother, it has rained a few times recently, and it's still cool in the morning, so you should be more careful."

Wei Qingyun didn't bother to pay attention to him, just shook his arms, tidied up the messy sleeves of Lin Zhanyu, and walked to the backyard without looking back.

"Brother Lin, your senior brother is a strong and healthy man, not an old man in his seventies or eighties, nor is it the young lady Jiao who never left the door in ancient times, isn't it?" Seeing Lin Zhanyu's caring for Wei Qingyun The proprietress of the restaurant couldn't help laughing at his appearance.

"Naturally, I just want to please him." Lin Zhanyu replied with a smile: "I'll go and prepare a job with him, and I'll be back at noon."

"Go quickly." The proprietress waved her hand.

In mid-May, Qiao Li came back for a trip.

It was noon when he arrived at Wuji Restaurant.In the front hall, I exchanged a few words with the shopkeeper Wu and his wife, and then turned to the backyard.

"Little Qiao?" Wei Qingyun was helping the staff to chop firewood. When Qiao Li came back, he put down his ax and stood up: "I received your letter two days ago, saying that I want to come back. I didn't expect it to be so fast."

"I haven't seen you for a few months. I miss you all, and I feel like returning home." Qiao Li smiled and said, "Where are Zhanyu and Xueyi?"

"They're all in the house. Xueyi took a nap, and Zhanyu is packing up." Wei Qingyun pointed to their room: "Let's go, let's go there together."

"Look who's here." Pushing open the door, Wei Qingyun smiled and said to the young man sitting at the table reading a book.

Lin Zhanyu looked up, very pleasantly surprised: "Brother Xiao Qiao?" He took a chair for Qiao Li: "Sit quickly."

"I heard that you are packing up?" Qiao Li's eyes were firmly attracted by the sundries piled on the table, and he couldn't help but wonder, "What are you going to do?"

"I will bring Xueyi back to Nanjing after I finish fighting with the Zhanyu Project." Wei Qingyun smiled: "It has been more than 100 years, fighting the emperor and foreign devils, and the civil and foreign wars have not subsided. Now I can see some hope .”

Speaking of Nanjing, Lin Zhanyu suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen Senior Brother Xiao Qiao in a coat for a long time.

Qiao Li did not show a happy smile like Wei Qingyun's, but frowned even more.

"What's wrong?" Lin Zhanyu stopped what he was doing and asked in confusion.

"Listen to my advice, don't act rashly." Qiao Li looked at Wei Qingyun: "The domestic situation is not necessarily how it is."

"Ah?" Hearing this, Lin Zhanyu was very surprised: "Is there still going to be a war?"

Qiao Li was noncommittal, and thought for a while before saying, "Brother Wei, Zhanyu, if you believe me, take Xueyi and stay with shopkeeper Wu first, and don't rush to leave."

"You're out of your league if you say that, and we naturally believe you the most." Wei Qingyun said in a low voice, "It's just that I remember those people were still saying on the radio..."

Rarely, before he finished speaking, Qiao Li interrupted him: "It may not be credible, we all know it well."

"It doesn't matter, we will listen to what you say you want us to do." Wei Qingyun looked at him.

"Hey, the most urgent thing is to get the Japanese devils to surrender as soon as possible." Seeing that Lin Zhanyu and Wei Qingyun's expressions became serious, Qiao Li wanted to relax the atmosphere, so he said, "After fighting for so long and sacrificing so many people, we will be victorious." gone."

"Yes." Wei Qingyun smiled along with him.

After spring and summer, one evening in autumn, Lin Zhanyu and Wei Qingyun were preparing to go out as usual, when the latter was halfway through the opening poem, the assistant suddenly yelled.

"Qingyun! Brother Lin! Don't talk yet!" He turned the volume of the old radio in his hand to the maximum.

As soon as the words came out, everyone understood what he meant.Not only Wei Qingyun and Lin Zhanyu were silent, but even the noisy diners fell silent.

All of a sudden, in the not-so-large front hall, there was only the announcer's voice coming from the radio. As for the rest of the people, they almost didn't even dare to breathe, for fear of missing something.

"Just now, the Emperor of Japan announced his acceptance of the Potsdam Declaration urging him to surrender unconditionally."

The well-spoken words came out, accompanied by the occasional zla, and the always calm and gentle announcer couldn't restrain the excitement in his words at this time.

At this moment, the room was very quiet.But in the next second, everyone shouted loudly.

They are not the only ones who are excited, as far as the eyes and ears can see, there are no more indifferent people in the neighbors, front and back neighbors.

"Has the devil surrendered?" Several children who were doing their homework in the backyard heard the voice and rushed to the front hall.

There is no need for others to answer, seeing such a situation, you will fully understand.

The defeat of the Japanese was doomed a long time ago, but when this moment really came, everyone was still very excited.

Lin Zhanyu was no exception. He stood there, as if he had lost consciousness. It was not until Wei Qingyun hugged him tightly that he regained a little consciousness.

Wei Qingyun used great strength to hug him tightly.Lin Zhanyu didn't know what to say, so he stopped talking and hugged him back with the same force.

The past flashed by frame by frame, the voices and smiles of the master, senior brother, sister-in-law and nephew, the kind and amiable judges when they were living in Nanjing, and the simple and kind-hearted folks in the villages outside the city. Let Lin Zhanyu keep in mind.

Some of them have already died in the underworld in the continuous flames of war, and some are far away from them, even if they are alive, they may never see each other again in their lifetime.

Lin Zhanyu closed his eyes, and suddenly remembered something that Wei Qingyun had mentioned to him.

Many years ago, the other party's father, who was a diplomat, and his mother, who was an interpreter, were shot by the Japanese.

The three-foot sword hung on the waist in vain, unable to avenge the parents.

From today onwards, the vengeance of parents, relatives, blood, and compatriots who died in vain, the suffering of family ruin and family displacement, and the danger of country subjugation and species destruction, all have been rewarded.

This night is bound to be a sleepless night.

The good news was so exciting that it was broadcast on the radio not only once, but on a loop.

Soon, the people in the county spontaneously formed a parade to celebrate.

Most of the people walking around in the street are young people with good physical strength, such as Wu Chengqi.Lin Zhanyu and Wei Qingyun also took Wei Xueyi out for a few laps with them, and they didn't go back until the child was too tired to hold on anymore.

The old people who are old and weak can't walk, but they are all watching by the side of the road.Lin Zhanyu has seen many times the old men who have experienced vicissitudes. They stood there tremblingly with crutches, and they couldn't stop their tears.