If life could be repeated

He remembered the sad eyes of his wife Michiko on the night before he left home, and he was a little reluctant, but for the sake of the emperor and the great empire, he also had to embark on a journey to a foreign land.

The afternoon sun was so white that people couldn't open their eyes, and the ground seemed to be hot.

The two men in black who had left earlier walked back, stopped beside the car, lowered their heads, and said to him in a low voice, "Sir, there is nothing unusual. "

"Didn't find the shadow of the Chinese military?".

"We looked back and forth, and there was no trace of the military. "

"What about the police?".

"No, there isn't. "

Honda and Fu bowed slightly, he thought, are these Chinese soldiers really giving up Shao Yixuan so easily?

The Chinese people are indeed the most affectionate, selfish, and lowly race.

"Okay, ready to go. Kazuo Honda rolled up the window as he spoke, and couldn't help but smile, and a feeling of pride welled up in his heart, thinking that he was about to receive another military feat, and the future was bright, and he was in a better mood.

The

steamer bound for Lushun sounded its first whistle, and the people on the steamer walked towards the iron bar, and the sound of farewell and comfort sounded one after another, and the hawkers seized the time and crowded into the crowd with cigarette boxes, peddling inferior cheap cigarettes, and behind the bustling crowd, the car started slowly.

Not far away, Lu Ajiu sat on the second floor of a coffee shop less than a few hundred meters away from the pier, she was wearing a white lace dress, a black lady's woolen hat, and a black checkered gauze curtain hanging from the corners, covering half of her bright and indifferent face.

Cars are getting closer.

Her gaze swept to a few unfamiliar faces hidden in the crowd on the docks, stared at them without a trace, and then looked away as if she hadn't seen anything, and gracefully asked the waiter to refill her glass.

The car was still struggling to move.

Suddenly, a baby-faced vendor huddled in front of the car window, knocking vigorously and selling his goods.

The driver scolded and hurriedly got out of the car, but Kazuo Honda ignored it, knowing that the joint was peddling only fakes, so he just rolled down the window and coldly threatened, telling him to get out of here.

But the peddler refused to give up, and began to cry poorly: "Sir, if you are doing well, you can buy a box, otherwise I will be scolded by the master." "

Before the words fell, there was a sudden cacophony not far in front of the car, and there was a sound of kicking and scolding, and then it turned into a frightened scream, and a person screamed: "Someone is dead!"

The wharf was in chaos in an instant, and the pedestrians on the road dodged sideways, and walked quickly towards the iron fence of the box, but a few good people surrounded to see the excitement, and they were suddenly surrounded by water.

It was as if someone had been killed, and the surrounding area was so dense that cars couldn't pass through it at all.

Miura Ichiro got out of the car and walked a few steps quickly, and saw that there were more than a dozen people in the crowd who were entangled and fighting, with an extremely fierce expression, as if there was some uncommon hatred, the onlookers made a tsk sound, and guessed the reason loudly, it sounded like whose wife hooked up with whose man, the husband was cuckolded, and he was angry for a while, and beat his wife hard, and his wife eloped with her lover, and was arrested by her husband, and brought several of her brothers and aunts to abolish the dog man and woman.

Some people have been facing the sky on their backs, their nostrils are bleeding, several people are scuffling and tearing together, and their mouths are cursing something, and in the boring and boring days, such a thing that is not a romantic affair has happened, but it is not a big irritation for the poor people who are numb and running around all day to make a living.