Yu Xiaoqing's voice was hoarse, as if due to congestion in his throat. Shuo Yu made an unreliable guess, and at the same time, he was on guard against this man who never said hello before shooting, wondering when he would fire another bullet that would take someone's life.
"Peking's fried tripe, shabu-shabu meat, and Imperial City Wall... Tianjin's fried dough twists and Goubuli... Northeast China's three fresh delicacies, pickled cabbage and pork stewed with vermicelli... Changsha, a city that has been beaten to pieces."
"Gone. All gone."
Clauber swallowed a large mouthful of saliva, and the sound of saliva was clearly heard by everyone.
Shuo Yu was also swallowing his saliva. He had eaten some of the things the team leader mentioned, and some he had not. In the Internet age, express delivery is convenient, and you can eat local specialties without leaving home. Mobile phones push delicacies from all over the country, red, white, and yellow, high in calories, high in fried food, and high in flavor, which makes people wish they could grow a dozen more stomachs to feast on them.
But in fact, he ate the most malatang near his home. Later, due to company layoffs, salary cuts, the Great Depression, and the price increase of malatang, he rarely ate malatang anymore.
"I have no manners."
"Neither have I."
"If you have no self-cultivation, you won't have to wait until half of China is gone before you start to feel anxious and worried. If you have no self-cultivation, you won't have to wait until all the Chinese people are dead before you start to feel anxious and heartbroken."
"This vast land has many places I haven't been to, but have I been to Tieli... Changbai Mountain... Chengde... Kaifeng..."
He spewed out a long list of places that Shuoyu had heard of and had not heard of as if he were naming a place. He understood what their leader wanted to say, but it was useless to say these things at this time, at least it was useless to the three people in front of him.
But he did not stop it. He looked at Si La Si La and said these things with shining eyes and a smile on his lips.
Tang Ben wanted to interrupt this meaningless conversation, but he didn't.
"These three or two words represent the local conditions and people, a devastating defeat, and an astronomical number of lives lost. Nanyang... Huaining... Shanghai... Huangpu River..."
He was still talking and couldn't stop for a while. Shuoyu looked at Tang Ji and winked at him, wanting him to stop, but he pretended not to see and ignored it.
Yu Xiaoqing may have finally understood what Long Wenjian wanted to say. He listened very quietly and did not take out his Colt again. He put his gun back where it belonged.
Zhang Lixian resigned himself to recording, because their division commander didn't stop, his fingers were almost sparking from typing.
"...Hankou...Yichang...Heshun, and Zenda where we are."
A lot of time may have passed, perhaps as long as eleven years, but it may have passed very quickly, less than half an hour.
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