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    "Yes, you have also seen the contents of the letter. Our time is quite tight."

    Wang Chengang said, touching his green-black stubble with his fingers, then picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip gently.

    Song Yumo is wearing a water blue dress at the moment, looking extremely beautiful.

    She put the coffee away and stirred it leisurely with a spoon, as gracefully as a lotus swaying slightly on the water.

    Not far behind her, someone was playing the saxophone in the cafe, and the melodious melody was almost the same as the frequency of her stirring the coffee.

    ¡°It¡¯s been more than a day, so I¡¯m a little anxious, but the preparations are almost done.¡±

    Song Yumo said with a chuckle.

    During this period of living in the city, the murderous aura in Song Yumo's body has been diluted to almost nothing.

    She now looks more like a young lady from a wealthy family who lives in the city all year round. She is full of nobility and looks very decent in every gesture.

    "If Miss Song is so confident, then we will also give her full support."

    Wang Chengang said very humbly.

    Song Yumo picked up the cup of coffee at this moment, drank it slowly, and finally stood up and said: "Okay, I'll leave first."

    "Walk slowly, Miss Song."

    Wang Chenguang stood up, put the black round-brimmed hat on his chest, and bowed slightly, looking quite gentlemanly.

    But his face was a bit rough, and the green-black stubble on his face looked like it had never been cleaned.

    When Song Yumo left, he drank all the coffee on the table, then stood up, put on his hat, and walked out of the coffee shop.

    At the Harbin Branch of the Japan Special Higher Education Course, Ukyo Ishihara yawned and looked at the mountains of information. He felt sleepy like a flood, washing away his eyelids.

    Opposite him, Matsubara Masako pushed a cup of coffee in front of him and said: "It seems that you went to the nightclub again last night."

    The lights in the office reflected Matsubara Masako¡¯s alluring face.

    However, at this moment, she is wearing a military uniform and has short hair, and she looks more heroic.

    Ishihara Ukyo rubbed his eyes and said: "I don't dare. If that madman Guderian finds out about this, I'm afraid he will put a gun on my head."

    "That German, what are you afraid of?"

    Matsubara Masako said disdainfully.

    "I'm not afraid of him, but I am afraid of the Commander-in-Chief."

    After he finished speaking, he stood up and drank the cup of coffee in one gulp.

    Putting down the empty coffee cup, Ishihara Ukyo said: "Did you gain anything?"

    "No." Masako Matsubara's answer was simple and direct.

    "If there is, I won't tell you."

    She added.

    Ukyo Ishihara snorted coldly: "What, are you afraid that I will take away your credit?

    Rather than worrying about this, you might as well worry about me taking away your sister.  "

    As he spoke, he remembered Matsubara Yuko¡¯s beautiful face.

    "Compared to people like Matsubara Masako, Ishihara Ukyo is more interested in Matsubara Yuko.

    "If you dare to have her idea, I guarantee that you will be lacking something in your lower body."

    Matsubara Masako said coldly.

    Her sister is her backbone, no one should touch her easily.

    "Otherwise, she will be like a lioness protecting her cubs, tearing her enemies to pieces.

    Ukyo Ishihara smiled coldly and said: "It's just a joke, why take it seriously."

    After saying that, he walked directly outside.

    "What are you doing out there?"

    Matsubara Masako asked.

    "Go take a look on the street."

    His voice and his figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

    On the street, the spring breeze blew by, but the chill still enveloped the elder sister at eight o'clock in the evening in Harbin.

    Matsubara Yuko, or Nanzhu-kun, was wearing a black trench coat and walking on the neon-lit streets.

    When she arrived at the door of the post office, she saw Uesugi Haruma who was about to get off work.

    "Miss Qingya."

    She called in a cold voice.

    Hearing this voice, Uesugi Haruga subconsciously raised her head and saw Matsubara Yuko walking quickly towards her.

    Needless to say, Nanzhu-kun, Uesugi Qingya also knew what she wanted to ask.

    "Excellent"??Sister, the caravan still hasn't come back, and there's no reply to your letter.  "

    Uesugi Qingya said with some regret.

    The light in Mr. Nanzhu's eyes slowly disappeared at this moment.

    She actually knew this would be the result.

    After all, she has often come here in the past few months to ask Uesugi Haruga the same questions.

    She also knows that there is always a war ahead.

    The caravan may not be able to continue trading, and there is a question whether her letter can be delivered, let alone sent back.

    ¡°Sister, don¡¯t be sad, there is a war on the front line now.

    I heard that millions of people are at war, and it is understandable that the caravan cannot come back.

    When the war is over, they will come back.  "

    Uesugi Qingya felt Nanzhu-kun's loss and hurriedly comforted him.

    Mr. Nanzhu forced a smile and said: "It's okay, II have already expected such a result.

    II will continue to write to him, even if I can't send it, even if he doesn't know about it.  "

    After she finished speaking, she bowed to Uesugi Qingya and said: "I'm sorry, Miss Qingya, I have been troublesome for you during this time."

    "It's okay, Sister Yuko."

    Before Uesugi Qingya finished speaking, she saw Nanzhu-kun turning and leaving.

    She looked at the figure disappearing in the cold spring breeze, and suddenly had the urge to give her a hug.

    How much longing and loneliness does that somewhat thin body carry?

    Uesugi Haruga is unknown.

    Mr. Nanzhu was walking in the dark night streets when he heard a burst of gunfire.

    She frowned slightly and hurriedly hid in the alley next to her.

    Recently, people from the special high school have been catching so-called spies on the streets.

    But most of them are innocent people. Just because the people in the special high school think they are acting suspiciously, they will arrest them directly.

    "catch him!!!"

    Ukyo Ishihara shouted, pointed his pistol forward, and fired several shots.

    But the ragged man ran very fast and was already in the alley in a blink of an eye.

    Song Yumo looked at the beggar running past him, with his palm on the pistol he carried.

    She had just come out of the cafe, and before she had gone far, she heard gunshots coming from the front.

    This made Song Yumo subconsciously hide in a side alley, and then he saw a beggar running for his life, running towards this side.

    Behind him were four or five Japanese soldiers chasing after him with rifles.

    Several soldiers ran past Song Yumo, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

    But at this moment, a voice came from behind her.

    "Miss, please stay."

    The speaker was Ukyo Ishihara.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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