Some kinds of love are not allowed in the human world.

When He Tianbao woke up the next morning, his arms ached, and he felt a warm, fragrant embrace. Opening his eyes, he
found himself rolled to the far end of the kang (heated brick bed), tightly holding Jia Min in his arms. His hand was on his mother's breast, and his morning
erection was pressing against her buttocks. Jia Min was sleeping with her back to him, her face almost pressed against the wall; she must have had
nowhere .

He Tianbao felt a soft, warm sensation in his palm, and reluctantly released the plump body in his arms. He
slowly withdrew his left hand from under Jia Min's neck and slowly got up.

Jia Min suddenly moved. She was still facing the wall, her back to He Tianbao, and pulled the thin blanket over herself: "Go out and have breakfast
yourself . I'm sleepy and want to sleep a little longer." He Tianbao hurriedly got up, dressed,
stumbled through the pigeons wandering around the yard, and rushed out the door. Just as he was about to open the gate, he suddenly remembered that he was to
represent Wang Jingwei at Wu Juchi's funeral that day, so he went back to his room to change.

The wardrobe was in the north room. Passing through the main room, He Tianbao glanced into the south room. Jia Min was curled up facing
the wall , motionless.

He Tianbao changed into his overcoat and came out. Jia Min was still in the same position. He steeled himself and went over to check on
her.

Hearing his footsteps, Jia Min said, "I'm fine, I just wanted to sleep for a while. You can go now."
When He Tianbao went out again, he met Hui Zi, who had just arrived in his car, at the alley entrance. Hui Zi brought
a telegram from Nanjing, saying that his replacement had been chosen—Jiang Shixiao from the Finance Bureau, expected
to arrive on September 1st. He Tianbao vaguely remembered Jiang Shixiao; he knew he was a fellow townsman of Ding Mocun.

Hui Zi said, "Mr. He, you will surely be of great use in Nanjing. Please forgive me for offending you
." He Tianbao was in a state of turmoil. He dismissed Hui Zi and found a teahouse to sit for a while to calm himself down. His mind
was like a train station, countless years rushing by, yet it seemed as if he thought of nothing at all. He sat there for
two hours, staring at a covered bowl, then checked his watch, shook his head, and got up to attend Wu Juchi's funeral.

Although he was just a minor traitor, he had died with honor. Wu Juchi's funeral was a grand affair, with white mourning couplets and banners
lining the street like a summer snowfall.

He Tianbao gave his gift and was led to a shaded area to sit down. Wu Juchi's friends were half writers and half entertainers.
The organizer arranged a separate table for He Tianbao and brought along a young woman who sang drum ballads as a guest. The
woman wore a white cheongsam, her looks were average, but she dressed in a flamboyant manner. At the funeral, her lips were painted blood red, and the side slit of her
white cheongsam was almost up to her waist, revealing her thighs encased in flesh-colored stockings.

There's nothing a Beijinger can't talk about, and this drum ballad singer talked on and on, occasionally striking a pose
. He Tianbao watched her mouth move, but couldn't hear what she was saying. He thought to himself, "We both have permed hair, heavy
makeup, and wear cheongsams, but why does Jia Min look so charming and elegant, while this woman looks like a prostitute?" He
mentally answered, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," then startled by his own thought.

A while later, Tian Wenbing arrived. The Security Bureau's failure to eliminate the terrorists and the subsequent
shootings center seemed to have put him under immense pressure; he looked much more haggard, but still mustered the enthusiasm to introduce He Tianbao to various
figures. Qi Xieyuan, Shang Xiaoyun, and other prominent figures from various circles sent elegiac couplets. The order in which these couplets were presented was significant;
Qi Xieyuan's calligraphy, which read "The literary world is cold," was the last to be brought in. It was sent by one of his nephews; the calligraphy
was quite good, and he could probably make a good living selling his calligraphy if he didn't become a traitor.

He Tianbao grew increasingly impatient with the drum singer. Tian Wenbing, seeing this from afar, pulled over Qi Xieyuan's nephew and
introduced him to He Tianbao, saying this was Feng Yunxiu, a student at Fu Jen Catholic University. Both were modern students, so it would be good for them
to get closer; the implication was that Feng Yunxiu should be a companion.

The drum singer tactfully left. Feng Yunxiu, dressed in a long gown, exuded a student's air. Despite his young age, his appearance and demeanor
displayed the politeness and honesty typical of Beijing, and he enthusiastically chatted with He Tianbao. He Tianbao's claim of being a university student was false; he had only been
a student for six months, spending the rest of his time practicing martial arts. Meeting a real student was like a fake meeting the real deal—
there was nothing to talk about, and he could only offer perfunctory hums and haws.

Finally, the auspicious hour arrived. A man, whose identity as Wu Juchi was unknown but was far too old to be Wu Juchi's son,
smashed a funeral basin and howled a few times. Everyone lined up, boarded the carriage, and with music and fanfare, carried the coffin halfway around the city, finally placing it at
Guang'an Gate for burial. Then the large group returned to the city by the same route and held a banquet at Houdefu Restaurant , a Henan-

style restaurant. Back when Yuan Shikai, a native of Henan, was in power, Henan cuisine was popular in Beiping ( Beijing
), and many Henan restaurants sprang up. After Yuan's downfall, most of these restaurants disappeared, but Houdefu remained standing. Besides its signature dishes, its biggest
advantage was that it was originally an opium den. During the Guangxu era, it was converted into a restaurant because it couldn't renew its license, but the private rooms
still retained some exquisite opium paraphernalia and smoking couches, perfect for addicts.

Those who smoked opium went to the back private rooms, while those without sat outside. He Tianbao, trying to make conversation, said, "
I didn't expect there were so many people in North China with opium addiction." "Opium addiction" was a euphemism for opium addiction.

Feng Yunxiu suddenly said, "Among those willing to become traitors, many smoke opium. I don't know if it's because of
weak will that they smoke opium, or because they smoke opium that their will is weak." He Tianbao was startled, unsure how to react
, and chuckled dryly, pretending not to hear.

Feng Yunxiu said, "I'm from the Anti-Japanese Corps." The nephew of the notorious traitor Qi Xieyuan was actually
a member .

He Tianbao was nearly driven mad by these self-proclaimed spies from Beiping. Did they even know what secret
work was? He cursed inwardly, but feigned a blank expression.

Feng Yunxiu pointed to Wu Juchi's photo in the mourning hall and whispered, "I did it." He Tianbao
sized him up, believing him to be about 80%. This young master Feng had an innocent sharpness about him. He Tianbao, also young and impetuous, said,
"Well done." Feng Yunxiu asked in a low voice, "You know Old Madam Yi, right?" He Tianbao
took a cigarette from the pipe on the table, lit it, and nodded. "Old Madam Yi" was a slang term used by the Military Intelligence Bureau,
one of . "Yi" meant "one," referring to the top figure in the Military Intelligence Bureau.

This young master was already brazenly flaunting his identity everywhere, and now the people at the Beiping station had even told him his own identity?

Feng Yunxiu said sternly to He Tianbao, "You need to be careful. You shouldn't reveal
your ." He Tianbao's eyes widened, unsure what to say.

Feng Yunxiu glanced around and whispered, "I overheard my uncle's conversation. The Cao couple next door..."
"They're agents from the Security Bureau, responsible for monitoring you. They've installed listening devices in your house, and the man surnamed Cao and his fake
wife are taking turns listening." He Tianbao could only nod and say, "Thank you." Feng Yunxiu said, "I don't know your
identity, and my superiors don't know I'm here to contact you directly. You mustn't tell anyone." He Tianbao asked,
"Why are you reminding me like this instead of through normal channels?" Feng Yunxiu said, "After the Japanese transferred Manchurian police from
the Northeast , many of our people were arrested, and my messages couldn't get out. Luckily, I met
you today, so I'll take a risk—" Feng Yunxiu raised his voice slightly and said, "Fred Astaire and Ginger
Rogers will certainly continue to cooperate, or else let's make a bet." He Tianbao knew someone was approaching, so he
changed the subject and started talking to Feng Yunxiu about Hollywood movie stars. Several other scions of wealthy families greeted
Feng Yunxiu, but he went to socialize with them.

The woman singing the drum ballad approached again, and He Tianbao had no choice but to chat with her casually, asking,
"Do you know Mr. Wu?" "I occasionally go out to eat and drink with him, just hanging out." "What kind of
person is he?" "A bookworm, a reckless fool, a chivalrous hero." He Tianbao was taken aback: "A chivalrous hero?" "
Old Wu was originally an arts reporter, but even after he made his fortune in the last two years, he hasn't forgotten his roots. He not only takes care of us old friends, but he also loves
to stand up for the weak, even daring to contradict someone as important as Wang Kemin. So, I absolutely had to come to support Wu Juchi's funeral,
not for a penny but to do him a favor." The drum ballad singer asked, "And you, Mr. He?" "I don't know Mr. Wu. I was
sent by my superior to deliver the condolence money." The drum ballad singer was somewhat disappointed, exchanged a few more pleasantries, and went to chat with acquaintances.

He Tianbao turned back to look at Wu Juchi's photo in the mourning hall, recalling Jia Min's evaluation of him, and a question arose in his mind:
Did this man deserve to die?

Outside the pergola, on the street, Feng Yunxiu and a group of teenagers dressed in plain robes huddled together, chatting and laughing quietly.
Their faces radiated confidence; these were probably the members of the Anti-Japanese Resistance.

He Tianbao returned home, greeted by Jia Min, who was neatly dressed. "Abao, you're back," she said. Her face
was serious, lacking the playfulness of the past few days, though her voice remained sweet and warm, just as before.

He Tianbao sat down in the main room. Jia Min brought out a large porcelain basin filled with crushed ice, with a
covered bowl hidden in the ice. She said, "Are you hot? Have some plum juice." He Tianbao took out the covered bowl and tasted it. It was refreshing, but he still didn't dare
to face his mother. He stared at the liquid in the covered bowl, asking, "Did you make this?" "I bought it." He Tianbao told
Jia Min, "The bugging device was planted by a traitor in Beiping. The person listening is Cao Tom." Jia Min wrote, "How are you
sure?" He Tianbao wrote, "We have people inside the Security Bureau." "Do you know why they're monitoring you so
diligently ?" "They're probably after Wang Jingwei. After all, Wang is nominally
the leader of all traitors in China now." There was a knock at the door. He Tianbao went to open it. It was Cao Tom, accompanied by a
woman in her thirties. The woman wasn't ugly, just very thin. She was carrying a basket filled with foreign liquor and
chocolates .

"Hello Mr. Cao, this is..." "A close neighbor is better than a distant relative, right? I wanted to come the day you moved in, but something
came up and I had to go to the Northeast. I only had time today. It just so happens that tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I have some
social engagements . I don't know when I'll be back, so I brought you some festival gifts today." He Tianbao could only let them
in and asked, "Is this Mrs. Cao?" Cao Tom laughed, "No, this is my second wife,
haha ." He Tianbao was stunned, "I heard you are religious." "I stopped believing a long time ago. That's just
spiritual poison that white people use to numb and enslave us East Asians." Cao Tom said, "I also need to change my name to Cao Gongrong,
but now the household registration management is strict, and it will take two more months to officially take effect." "What should I call my second wife?" "
Peach Blossom." He Tianbao was puzzled. Peach Blossom Eyes and being born with Peach Blossom Luck are used to describe bad women in various parts of China.
How could someone have such a name?

The second wife said frankly, "That was my stage name when I was a prostitute in the brothel. I haven't changed it even after I left the profession." He
Tianbao said, "Only a great hero can remain true to himself." Peach Blossom looked at Cao Tom with affection and said, "My husband Cao
is the real hero. Even if people like us want to leave the profession, we have to marry far away. We dare not marry
locally might run into our former clients at any time. When Cao offered to redeem me, I told him about this taboo,
but he insisted and said he didn't care. I agreed, but I was still half-believing him. Who knew he really
didn't care and wouldn't even let me change my name?" This couple spoke in extremely vulgar language, and He Tianbao really had nothing to say to them. However, Jia Min seemed to get along well with them, chatting and laughing. The two sat for two hours, drinking half a bottle of foreign liquor
with the Japanese biscuits they had brought , before finally going home. 　　After seeing the two out and closing the courtyard gate, He Tianbao returned to the main room, let out a long sigh, and said, "These two... these two neighbors... are really unbearably vulgar." Jia Min suddenly asked, "I get along quite well with them— do you think I'm unbearably vulgar too?" He Tianbao nodded, replying, "No, you're adorably vulgar." The two looked at each other, their faces flushing slightly at the same time. 　　He Tianbao used the excuse of getting a cigarette to look away, lowering his voice to ask, "Did they come to exchange the bugging device?" Jia Min nodded , "I think so, but we didn't give them a chance. I'll check again." She bent down to carefully examine the spot where the two Cao family members had been sitting and the surrounding tables and chairs, then stood up to indicate that there were no problems. 　　He Tianbao looked away, hoping his mother hadn't noticed he'd been staring at her bottom. He muttered, "The story they made up is quite touching." Jia Min said, "How do you know they made it up?" " Both sources said they were two spies." "Can't spies have feelings? Maybe Cao Tom really did develop feelings for that prostitute and redeemed her, and that prostitute volunteered to be his spy." "Spies can have feelings?" Jia Min looked at He Tianbao, paused for a moment, then smiled: "Those who aren't professionals might." That night, as usual, Jia Min let He Tianbao go to sleep first while she went to the bathroom to busy herself. He Tianbao nailed two nails to the wall of the east room, strung a rope, and took to hang on it, separating the large kang (heated brick bed). He quickly changed into his sleeping clothes, lay down at the north end, and tried desperately to fall asleep, but couldn't. 　　Jia Min's footsteps came in, paused at the door, and then she went to bed. 　　He Tianbao didn't sleep well all night. He finally looked forward to dawn, got up quickly, and tried to remove before going out to buy breakfast.

He had just pushed open the door to the west courtyard a crack when, in the cool summer morning mist, landlady Grandma Bai leaped in
like a female knight-errant from a novel.

"Mr. He, so early!" "Yes, I couldn't sleep today, so I went to buy some breakfast."
"We're quite the Westernized folks." "Did you need something from us?" "No, it's not time for rent yet
. Mrs. He gave me three months' rent last time, one month's rent as deposit and two months' rent in advance. I'll contact you after the Mid-Autumn Festival..."
The words "Mid-Autumn Festival" stung He Tianbao's heart. He didn't hear what Grandma Bai was about to say and casually replied, "You go ahead with your business,
I'm going out for a walk." He walked past Grandma Bai, who was still talking in the doorway, through the passageway, and out of the courtyard into Jinyu
Hutong. He Tianbao found that many people were already up. The hutong was bustling with people: women emptying chamber pots and spittoons,
wealthy people walking their birds early in the morning, and merchants hurrying by.

He Tianbao didn't know where his mother usually bought breakfast. He spotted several figures carrying bottles and jars, resembling
housewives or maids, and followed them out of the alley's west entrance. Suddenly, Aunt Ba appeared before him, beaming,
"Oh, Mr. He, buying breakfast? What's wrong? Is Xiu'er feeling unwell?" He Tianbao casually replied, wondering
how to get rid of this woman. Aunt Ba noticed who was behind him, said "See you later," and turned to leave.

He Tianbao turned back and saw it was Tao Hua from Cao Tang's family. He smiled and nodded, saying, "Good morning." Tao Hua
spat at Aunt Ba's retreating back with disgust, then immediately smiled and said to He Tianbao, "Good morning, Mr. He.
It's rare to see a man buying breakfast for his wife." He Tianbao realized that Beijing customs were vastly different from those in Jiangnan, and
he had probably become a spectacle and a woman's idol in Jinyu Hutong. He could only smile awkwardly and walk away. Outside the alley
, He Tianbao encountered several breakfast vendors pushing carts. He walked to the first stall, intending to buy some haphazardly to take home.
His arm was grabbed, and he turned sharply.

It was Tao Hua again. "First time buying breakfast, huh? You've made a mistake. My sister Xiu'er is a discerning person; she buys only the finest fried dough rings and sesame cakes
. Please come with me a few more steps to Dengshikou to buy some." He Tianbao had no choice but to follow. As they walked, Tao Hua said,
"Mr. He, please don't misunderstand. I'm not making fun of you; I'm praising you. The most precious thing about a woman after marriage is
that she understands cares for her husband." Although this woman appeared ordinary, she lived up to her name, possessing a pair of captivating peach blossom eyes that made
He Tianbao feel uneasy—could this be a honey trap? He repeatedly said, "Thank you, thank you." Walking side-by-side with a married woman, and one who
seemed to have a past as a courtesan, was quite stressful in Beiping. He Tianbao
felt all the aunties and older women on the street were watching them and whispering among themselves.

Tao Hua said, "Don't mind these people. That's the good thing about my Xiao Cao. He's not jealous, and he's very Westernized. He even took me to
the embassy to dance with the foreigners. Mr. He, you've studied abroad, can you dance?" "No." "
Liar—I've heard you playing dance music and dancing at home." Thinking about having to go to
a dance party for students who studied in France with his mother, He Tianbao had another headache.

When they arrived at Dengshikou, Tao Hua pointed out the breakfast that Jia Min usually bought.
Tao Hua shouted at him from the stall next to her, "Wait a minute, my husband insists on having tofu this morning, I'll get it now." He Tianbao said
he'd in a bit and hurried out.

He heard Tao Hua's voice behind him: "Mr. He, wait a minute—what are you looking at? I love
chatting with other men in the street. Hurry up and go home and keep an eye on your husband, you old codger!" He Tianbao felt a little relieved.
Sending such a high-profile spy to secretly monitor him, these people in Beiping probably underestimated him.

Today is the beginning of autumn, and the weather seems to have immediately cooled down compared to the past few days. The fruit shops in the Dongdan area of Dengshikou
have already closed their stalls, and the laborers are standing in front of the big iron pots at the door, wielding shovel-like spades to roast chestnuts.
Carrying his breakfast home in this sweet breeze, He Tianbao inexplicably thought of four words: "the warmth of human life. "

Back in the west courtyard, Jia Min was already up, sitting in the main room drinking tea and listening to the radio.

"Bought breakfast?" "Yes." The two ate breakfast in silence while listening to the radio.

"Did you buy this in Dengshikou?" "Yes, I ran into Peach Blossom next door on the way, and she told me
where you usually buy yours." "His fried dough rings are the best." "Yes." "..." "By the way." "What?"
"Tomorrow we're going to Mr. Meng's house for their dance party. Do you have any suitable clothes?" "I
found two Western-style dresses in Xiuer's luggage, and they've already been altered." The Meng family's dance party is scheduled
to start . Jia Min told He Tianbao to arrange for Hui Zi's car to arrive at 4:30, but He Tianbao, who never liked being late, still
arranged for Hui Zi to pick him up at 4:00 PM. However, the next day at 3:00 PM, Cao Tom knocked on the door eagerly,
saying their car was already waiting at the alley entrance. It turned out Hui Zi had arrived at 2:30 PM to be so attentive.

He Tianbao quickly changed into a suit and had Hui Zi drive the car into the alley, waiting for Jia Min outside the gate.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, a beautiful woman in a Western-style dress emerged from the courtyard. He Tianbao, having experienced the pleasures of Paris
, found the cheongsam more appealing. Although Jia Min's figure wasn't as striking as the Western woman's, her Western-style dress was
well-fitting her graceful, swaying walk exuded a unique charm. Hui Zi was completely mesmerized.

He Tianbao coughed, and Hui Zi quickly turned to look at the gate across from number 23.

The Meng family lived in the western part of the city, and the car passed Beihai Park. Hundreds of bicycles were parked in front of Beihai Park, and the lake was full of
tourist boats.

Hui Zi scoffed, "The warm breeze is intoxicating to tourists." He Tianbao laughed, "I know
you're a spy, why are you still playing the 'luring the snake out' game?" Hui Zi said, "I'm telling the truth." "Whether it's
the truth or not, it's best not to say these things." "Mr. He is truly a master. When I picked you up last month, you
were speaking fluent Southern Mandarin, but now your Beijing dialect is so fluent that I almost think you're from Beijing." He Tianbao had been spending
a lot of time , and his Beijing dialect had recovered considerably. He not only casually said "no matter," but
also pronounced "beng" with the second tone instead of "beng."

"My wife is from Beijing, and I've been learning from her for many years." He Tianbao smiled and glanced at Jia Min.

The Meng family's house was located north of Huguosi Temple, with a large back garden, roughly the same
size A dance floor was built in the center,
surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows. Sunlight occasionally streamed through the clouds, seemingly illuminating the entire house and making the freshly waxed wooden floors shine like mirrors. The band performing was a group of
foreigners, their faces flushed from drinking. Mr. Meng proudly boasted that he had invited half of the American military band to perform.
There was no formal banquet before the meeting; instead, a rather Western-style buffet was set up in the garden with over a dozen tables, offering
cold dishes, fruits, desserts, and cheeses. Waiters in suits carried
trays filled with red, white, and champagne, moving among the flowers and willows.

The host led everyone in a few toasts—to friendship, to France, and to peace. The
toasts were a little awkward; everyone remembered France had just signed the surrender treaty. Mr. Meng, having run out of words, invited
everyone to the dance floor. The Mengs danced the first song together. He Tianbao and Jia Min stood by the window,
chatting . He Tianbao suddenly saw Mr. Meng walking towards them, guessing what he wanted, and felt a little uneasy. Jia Min
, facing He Tianbao as if seeing the back of Mr. Meng's head, smiled and whispered, "If you don't invite me to dance now
, you'll miss your chance." Without thinking, He Tianbao put his arm around Jia Min's waist and twirled into the dance floor.

They danced three songs in a row.

He Tianbao's dancing skills were only passable, but when he held Jia Min, he felt a deep joy in
life and wanted to dance.

The band took a break and played a cassette tape; an American soldier came down to perform tap dancing.

The mother and son were both sweating a little and stood side by side watching.

The American tap dancer performed a song and gestured for everyone to join in. This was real skill, and not many people knew
it. The American soldier didn't give up and walked towards Jia Min, seemingly inviting her to join him.

Jia Min whispered, "Take me away from here quickly." He Tianbao said, "It's so hot. I'm going to find an ice-cold beer.
Do you want one?" "I'll go for a walk in the garden with you." The two walked side by side into the garden, He Tianbao pretending to be
single-mindedly focused on finding a beer.

Jia Min picked up an orange from a passing table and whispered, "You can't even look me in the eye anymore,
can you?" He Tianbao sighed.

Jia Min said, "Forget it—I won't earn your extra money. It'll be August 13th in a few days. Let
's stick the original plan. I'll pretend to be dead, you can grieve for a couple of days and write a few silly poems, and that'll be it." "Just that?" "Fine."
Jia Min sighed, looking up at the sky. "Let's part ways and never see each other again." He Tianbao said, "Let's go."
"What haven't I eaten yet?" Jia Min finished one orange and picked up another.

"Save some room. Yesterday was the beginning of autumn. Let's go to Zhengyanglou for roast lamb tonight." Old Beijingers valued seasonality; eating roast meat on
the beginning of autumn—He Tianbao had heard this from Jin Qiqing.

Jia Min glanced at him: "Are you celebrating? Celebrating your safe escape from my spiderweb cave?"

"Are you coming or not?"

Jia Min deliberately swallowed, sighed, peeled the third orange, and said, "Yes."

"I told you to save room, why are you still peeling?"

"This stomach of mine has been tested by the Long March. It's all about being able to eat as long as there's food."

"You participated in the Long March?"

"Yes."

"Tell me, where did you go?"

"I don't remember." Jia Min's expression darkened. "I just remember being hungry."

Zhengyanglou's roast meat was grilled with pine branches, giving it a unique aroma. Dipped in cilantro, scallions, and soy sauce,
and stuffed into their signature hollow sesame flatbread, it was soft, fragrant, and crispy. He Tianbao ate ten in one go, praising them highly.

Jia Min ate two and then stopped, sitting there smoking, laughing at He Tianbao's eating habits.

He Tianbao said, "Didn't you say you could eat anything you wanted? Why are you being so
polite ?" Jia Min put her hands on her hips, trying to get up but unable to, and said, "I've been working in the White Area for the past two years, and I've
been corrupted. I told you to take it easy; this stuff is hard to digest if you eat too much." He Tianbao, already
full, insisted on having another serving.

Jia Min stopped the waiter, saying, "He has big eyes but a small stomach, we don't want any." He Tianbao insisted, "It
's for gaining weight in autumn, I've lost weight this summer, I need to gain some more." Jia Min leaned back lazily in her chair, her body
slender like , and smiled, "You brought this on yourself, what does it have to do with summer?" This was a bit too much,
and He Tianbao couldn't respond, so he lowered his head and took a big bite of the stuffed meat-filled sesame seed cake.

To prepare for the opening of the Chamber of Commerce and to pay the rent for his temporary wife, He Tianbao sent several telegrams to Nanjing requesting
money. The Shao Army claimed poverty and lack of funds, while several opium merchants under Sheng Wenyi offered their services.
He Tianbao, unwilling to associate too closely with these opium dealers, contacted his acquaintances in Wang Jingwei's entourage
—mostly relatives of Wang and Chen from Southeast Asia or Guangdong. Having
grown up could speak some broken Cantonese, but after a few days of speaking it with the imperial relatives, her accent had changed.
Grandpa Jin, with a look of pity and anger, asked her why her Beijing dialect had suddenly deteriorated. Finally, whether
it reached the emperor's ears or annoyed the people in Nanjing, Secretary-General Chen Chunpu (Chen Bijun's cousin)
allocated 10,000 military notes from the Chairman's entourage's budget to He Tianbao. That same day, he and two Manchus went to pay the landlord and sign the contract.

Returning from signing, the three passed through Xisi and saw a large number of military police. He Tianbao followed Jin Qiqing to the Six Nations
Hotel and called Tian Wenbing to inquire about the situation.

Tian Wenbing said furtively, "You don't know yet, do you? Our Commander Qi's nephew is in trouble." He
Tianbao thought of Feng Yunxiu, whom he had just met the day before yesterday, and asked, "Which nephew? What happened?" "I didn't
introduce him to you. He was studying at Fu Jen Catholic University. I don't know when he started hanging out with those anti-Japanese elements.
Yesterday, the Japanese came to arrest him, intending to capture him alive. But he opened fire to arrest them and even wounded
Section Chief Yuan . In the end, he was shot dead in his room." "Commander Qi, he..." "The Commander is fine. The Japanese are very reasonable. It's
a student rebellion; it has nothing to do with the older generation." He Tianbao hung up the phone, feeling a pang of shame.
While he was indulging in lust, many passionate young people were sacrificing for their country.

He first went to Yuhua Terrace. Yuhua Terrace was open as usual, but the sign at the entrance read "Special Offer: Steamed
Buns ," a code signal to the Military Intelligence Bureau personnel not to make contact and to remain in hiding.

When He Tianbao returned home, Jia Min had already come back. She greeted him and bolted the gate. The two exchanged a glance,
understanding each other perfectly .

He Tianbao asked, "Your contact has also been cut off?" Jia Min said, "Yes, my contact point has a 'Do Not
Contact ' sign." He Tianbao said, "Me too—your plan to fake your death will have to be postponed." Jia Min
nodded, and He Tianbao felt that she seemed somewhat happy, and he himself seemed somewhat happy as well.

Jia Min went to the bathroom to change clothes and wash her face. He Tianbao quietly went into the kitchen, felt around in the rice jar, and pulled out the M1911
his sister had brought from Beiping—Jia Min probably didn't cook even once a week, so the rice jar was the safest
place in the house.

He called out loudly outside the bathroom, "I'm going out for a walk and will buy dinner on the way back." Jia Min agreed,
and he went out.

He Tianbao walked out of Jinyu Hutong, bypassed Dongdan, and headed towards the Eight Great Hutongs, hoping to bump into a lone
Japanese man . Night was falling, the brothels were lighting up, and the hutongs were bustling with people, even more so than Huguosi Temple in broad daylight.
From the conversation, there were some Japanese, but the vast majority were Chinese.

He Tianbao couldn't find an opportunity. He heard police sirens coming from the direction of Dongdan Street in the distance. He hurriedly left
the Eight Great Hutongs , entered the hutongs east of Dongdan Street, circled around, and returned to No. 24 courtyard from the east entrance of Jinyu Hutong. He had just
entered the west wing of the courtyard when the gate of their small courtyard opened. Jia Min's face was a mixture of worry and joy as she dragged him into the doorway.

He Tianbao managed to maintain a calm expression. Jia Min closed the door, threw herself into his arms, and hugged him tightly.

"You want to kill a Japanese to vent your anger?" "Unfortunately, I couldn't find one. The streets are full of dissolute, subjugated slaves."
"Don't be so impulsive in the future." "I know Feng Yunxiu, who was killed today... Those young people, as
innocent as blank sheets of paper, so boldly risked their lives. What were they after?" "It's not hard to recklessly risk your life; what's hard is
enduring humiliation and hardship ." "Are you talking about yourself, or Wang Jingwei? Wang Jingwei sometimes drinks alone with us little secretaries
. When he's drunk, he says things similar to yours." "If you want to kill someone, I'll help you." "You? How?"
"You find a dead end and ambush him. I'll pretend to be a prostitute and fish for him." He Tianbao looked at Jia Min. Jia Min leaned against the door, like a
boneless snake, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, gently waving her handkerchief.

He Tianbao was stunned. Jia Min swayed and suddenly stood up straight, transforming into a respectable woman.

The mother and son went out together, heading north to the vicinity of Dongsi Shitiao. Jia Min, familiar with the area, found a secluded
dead-end alley and told He Tianbao to ambush behind an old locust tree while she went out to explore. He Tianbao waited for about ten minutes,
and then Jia Min hurriedly returned, followed by a lone Japanese soldier.

He Tianbao let the Japanese soldier go, then approached from the side and rear with his pistol. The Japanese soldier's eyes were fixed on Jia Min's
slender waist, and he didn't see He Tianbao at all. He Tianbao grabbed the Japanese soldier by the neck with his left hand, and with his right hand, he held the gun to the Japanese soldier's
head all the way to the wall behind the locust tree. The Japanese soldier, unable to speak with his neck choked, turned purple and his eyes
were full of pleading.

A surge of rage rose in He Tianbao's chest. He suddenly released his left hand, raised the gun in his right hand, and smashed it horizontally, shattering the Japanese soldier's Adam's
apple. The broken bone probably severed his throat. The Japanese soldier clutched his throat and fell to the ground, convulsing and spitting blood.
He wasn't dead for a moment, but stared at He Tianbao with wide eyes.

He Tianbao stood there, looking down at him. The Japanese soldier dipped his finger in the blood from his mouth and wrote
a few words on the ground. In the darkness, He Tianbao couldn't make out what he wrote. Curiosity piqued, he bent down and
dragged the still-moving, half-dead man aside. He lit a lighter to look at the ground and saw that it read: "I am not Japanese, I am from Seoul.

" He Tianbao smiled and remarked, "Korean? Your Chinese characters are quite good." Jia Min asked, "Are you feeling
any better ?" He Tianbao sighed, "I feel even more stifled. You're right, reckless courage is useless." Jia Min
took He Tianbao's arm and said, "Let's go home." The two went home, and He Tianbao quickly washed up, went into
his room to nail nails and hang bed sheets, and lay down to sleep.

He couldn't sleep at all; even with his eyes closed, he could see Jia Min's alluring figure.

Jia Min shuffled in and climbed onto the kang (heated brick bed).

He Tianbao stared at the south wall, not knowing how much time had passed. Tired of lying there, he turned over and
saw a hole in the sheet separating them, revealing Jia Min's face. It was dark, and he couldn't
see her expression, only her gleaming eyes.

Jia Min said, "Just say what you've been holding back." He Tianbao looked at Jia Min, hesitant to speak.

Jia Min smiled and asked, "You want to know if I really was a prostitute?"

"..."

"You feudal men, even your own mothers want her to be a virgin."

"In the eyes of an anti-feudal revolutionary like you, prostitution is nothing, incest is..."

He Tianbao realized his mistake and shut up.

Jia Min sat up abruptly, yanking off the bed sheet separating them on the kang (heated brick bed), saying, "Didn't we agree nothing
happened? Why are you still going on and on?" He Tianbao also sat up, saying, "I'm sorry, I misspoke."

"Alright, once this 'catching the anti-Japanese guerrillas' thing passes, you pay the bill, and I'll leave."

Jia Min stood up to hang up the bed sheet, and He Tianbao silently stood up to help.

The two stood facing each other, a delicate fragrance wafting through the air. He Tianbao lowered his head and kissed Jia Min's shoulders.

Jia Min bit his lip hard, and He Tianbao cried out, his burning passion extinguished by cold water.

Jia Min said coldly, "Go to sleep."

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