30-The More You Try to Hide, the More Obvious It Becomes.

"Don't make me worry." Si Qingheng's tone slowed down, helpless and gentle.

In total, apart from official business, they spent the most time together in private. Most of the time, they dealt with official business together and saw each other every two or three days.

Si Qingheng had already figured out Si Qingyan's temper.

In front of outsiders, Si Qingyan was talented, knowledgeable, taciturn, rigorous, and handsome. He was a legendary figure who could be engraved in history books. But only a few people knew that he would occasionally reveal some novelty, purity, persistence, and mischief, like a child, looking at the world with the eyes of a bystander. Every time he was naughty, he would be happy in his heart for a long time.

How could I have a bad feeling towards him...

If Si Qingyan was just the former, he must be a person sitting high on the altar, covered with a layer of glory, lonely and eternal. Once his true temperament was discovered, it would be impossible not to worry.

No matter how knowledgeable the original owner was, it was impossible for him to master all kinds of subjects overnight and even make those novel weapons.

The flaws were obvious.

Si Qingheng not only did not investigate further, but also helped to cover it up.

Si Qingyan also said directly:

"You don't have to worry about me... Haven't you discovered that I am different from ordinary people a long time ago?"

"What can I do?" Si Qingheng smiled helplessly.

The third brother liked Lin Fengqing so much. Until now, there has been no waves. The specific time when he left the world is probably just that one thing.

Too busy, even without any hidden pain. Si Qingheng couldn't tie someone to his belt every day. There was no other way except to offer a glass of thin wine during the Qingming Festival.

I still remember that when the three of us were studying together when we were young, the third brother said that he would establish his mind for the world, establish his destiny for the people, inherit the unique knowledge of the past saints, and open peace for the world.

The third brother now has probably done it.

People always adapt to separation when they grow up. In the past, he sent others away, but this time, he sent himself away in person.

Before that, settle Si Qingyan down first.

"Since you are so worried, I will leave."

Si Qingyan did not want to argue with Si Qingheng at this time.

"Be obedient." Si Qingheng looked at Si Qingyan deeply again, waved his hand, and let him go.

Suddenly, he still remembered that day by the lake, when he kicked Lin Fengchi in again and again, and Si Qingyan's smiling eyes. Since then, he felt that he should do what a brother should do. Let him smile like that often, do what he wants to do, and don't have to worry about anything. Unfortunately... things did not go as planned, and now we can only hope that he can leave Wancheng safely.

Si Qingyan was taken away by the people arranged by Si Qingheng and escorted to the city in the south.

As soon as he left Wancheng, he slipped back again.

It's useless to watch closely. He has learned all kinds of things, but he can come and go as he pleases.

The known history has already produced deviations.

For example, the attack on Wancheng was advanced by several years.

At this time, it is impossible to call on all classes of people in the country to fight collectively.

Si Qingheng's fate was doomed from the moment of the counterattack.

There were many people from the Nanjing government in the Wancheng army.

Si Qingheng could not be regarded as a pure national army. Some people even still regarded him as a warlord, a target of criticism, and a traitor who sold out his master for glory. Before this, some people even bet that he would surrender in a few days and flee south in disgrace in a few days.

No one expected that he would be so stubborn and just go for it. Moreover, Si Qingheng actually took back some of the Northeast that the Japanese army had conquered, and also gathered the Northeast's volunteers to fight against the Japanese army together. Even if all the accumulated weapons were put into use, the dead soldiers could not be resurrected. From the beginning of this battle, there was only consumption and no supplies.

The Nanjing government had long regarded Si Qingheng as a major concern. This time, let alone support, he had already arranged a bunch of charges for him, just waiting for Si Qingheng to die in battle, and then taking over everything of Si Qingheng, shedding a few crocodile tears, sighing that the general was jealous of the general, and saying that he was ignorant of the times.

When Si Qingheng was fighting against the Japanese counterattack, there was a problem with the logistics. This man was originally a capable subordinate of Commander Yin, but was later bribed by Si Qingheng. This time, he actually led the army to rebel directly.

Si Qingyan shot the leader of the rebels and shot several people who wanted to draw their guns.

In the face of justice, life is still precious.

Knowing that you will die, you still have to stay here, which is undoubtedly terrifying.

"You can't leave here."

"You can escape if you want to, but take an enemy's head in exchange for your life. Then take off your military uniform and remove the magazine. You are no longer a soldier in Wancheng, and you can never regard yourself as such."

"Otherwise, these people on the ground will be your fate."

"You can also attack me directly, and see whether you can draw your gun faster or my hand is faster."

During the conversation, Si Qingyan had quickly changed a magazine.

Not everyone present had good shooting skills.

With many to one, maybe he can successfully escape from Si Qingyan's hands, or maybe his head will explode the next moment.

Although Si Qingyan didn't often appear in the military camp, he occasionally participated in the training. Every time he proposed a new regulation, he would train the soldiers to death. His marksmanship was also famous for its accuracy. He could hit whatever he pointed at and his bullets never missed.

"We can leave if we get a head."

"Let's do it!"

The soldiers who had originally planned to defect to the national army were frightened by Si Qingyan's words and returned to the battlefield.

At this time, the traitor had not instigated enough people and did not cause much impact. If it spread, Si Qingheng would be attacked from both sides and might not be able to hold on for a day.

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Yin Siting originally hid with Yin Changan in the home of a wealthy businessman in Wancheng as Wen Sisi. Si Qingheng had previously told her to go south and join Wen Jinghong, but Yin Changan had chickenpox, which was getting worse. He was sensitive and thought-provoking, and his normally healthy body was shattered by chickenpox. Even with medication, he still had low-grade fevers, causing a series of complications.

In this case, the fatigue of travel could kill him.

Yin Siting could only stay in Wancheng temporarily with Yin Chang'an, listening to the noise of artillery fire every day, feeling extremely anxious and unable to express it to her mouth.

She had never been so worried about Si Qingheng.

It seemed that Si Qingheng would suddenly open the door and come in, with a cold expression, and say two words, "win", and then turn around and leave, asking someone to move her things, pick her back, or touch Yin Changan's head.

The complicated emotions that had been accumulated for a long time disappeared with the sound of gunfire.

He must be safe.

Today, gunshots and shouts suddenly came from outside the door. An ominous premonition arose in Yin Siting's heart. She picked up Yin Chang'an, looked around, and finally put him into a large wooden box for clothes, and hurriedly covered him with a layer of wood. , put a few more clothes on it.

There is nothing visible on the surface, but if you reach out and touch it, you will know that there is a compartment under the wooden board.

"You can only come out when I call you out. Otherwise, no matter what happens outside, don't make a sound."

These days, Yin Siting has thought about many questions.

For example, what should Si Qingheng do if his enemies come to him...

But conditions were limited, and she could only think of so much.

This wooden box is the limit of what she can do. There are air vents inside, as well as dry food and a kettle filled with cold boiled water. Except for Doctor Tang, no one knows that Yin Changan is still here. Recently, Yin Changan has improved. Doctor Tang left a sufficient amount of medicine and went south. Yin Changan should be relatively safe.

She sat on the bed, her heart beating like a drum. She tightly grasped the corner of the quilt, quickly unfolded it, and smoothed it out.

Whether the person coming is good or bad, what should she do?

The door was pushed open, and the first person to come in was Liu Saner in a suit.

This man has become more impressive after not seeing him for many days.

His hair was neatly combed, and his originally gloomy and ordinary facial features looked pretty good after being set off by his clothes and hairstyle.

As for why Yin Siting recognized him, it was because she met Liu Saner on the roadside when she went to the Si family's old house. He warmly invited Si Qingyan to smoke and called Si Qingyan's young master's house. Liu San'er was hunched over and called her Mrs. Si with great respect.

Today, Liu San'er's eyes are not as full of desire to climb up as they were then.

He is feeling guilty.

When Yin Siting discovered this, she actually laughed.

I can actually understand other people's intentions, and I can guess pretty well.

"What are you doing?" Yin Siting smiled lightly and motioned for Liu San'er to sit down.

"Mrs. Si, please come with us." Liu San'er no longer showed that flattering and flattering smile, his spine straightened.

"oh."

Yin Siting had no intention of refusing.

She looked at the door and saw the man in black with a loaded gun in the room, and gave up any intention of escaping.

"Mrs. Si, my name is Liu Junchen, not Liu San'er."

He spoke suddenly.

"Oh." Yin Siting nodded, seemingly not listening at all.

"Please, madam." Liu San'er stretched out his hand as a gesture of invitation.

"Do you want to search?" one person asked in Chinese with an emphasis on weirdness.

Liu San'er saw Yin Siting's white fingertips and said calmly:

"No, so as not to alarm others."

"Look for Si's son." The man said in that weird accent again.

This is a Japanese person.

Yin Siting's heart suddenly sank.

Now, I can only pray that they don't find Yin Changan, but is this possible?

But she couldn't take the initiative to say anything to prevent them from searching.

Trying to conceal it makes it more eye-catching.

"This is Si Qingheng's base camp. If we waste time and are discovered, no one can leave."

Liu San'er had a serious expression and took the lead to set an example. He first checked the bottom of the bed and the wardrobe, then opened the wooden box and took a cursory glance. Then he suddenly thought of something and reached out to touch inside.

Yin Siting instantly forgot how to breathe.

All the blood in his body was stagnant.

What was even more frightening was Yin Changan hiding in the box.

There is a small gap in the box, and part of the picture outside can be seen.

He saw a pair of legs getting closer and closer, nailed to the front of the box, motionless. He could only bite his arm tightly for fear that he would cry.

He wanted to save his mother, but he couldn't do anything.

Liu San'er only paused in front of the box for a moment, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He moved to the next place, searched everywhere, and finally took Yin Siting's jewelry box and divided it with several others.

There were looks of satisfaction on the faces of those people.

Yin Siting quietly left with them, closing the door before leaving.

Only then did Yin Changan dare to let his tears flow out, but he also did not dare to make any sound.

When will dad come back...

What should he do?

Unprecedented hatred burst out in his heart, and he wanted to rush forward and tear those people's throats.

His head was dizzy, but it felt like someone had poured a bucket of hot magma into his chest. He cried silently in the wooden box, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

When I woke up again, it was already night.

He heard people moving around the house and the sound of someone reporting.

"Everyone who protected the young lady is dead."

"The young lady was also kidnapped and her whereabouts are unknown."

"The young master seems to be..."

Yin Changan had never heard that voice before. His whole body was numb and the pain was severe, but he still did not dare to make a sound.

"Yes." Si Qingyan responded, thinking about how to rescue Yin Siting.

"Third uncle!"

A burst of crying suddenly erupted from the wooden box.

What started out as a whimper quickly turned into a howl.

"Third uncle, my mother was captured by bad guys."

Si Qingyan opened the wooden box and saw a slender child curled up inside. His face was blue and he was crying so hard that he couldn't breathe. He quickly took him out.

"Third uncle, I'm afraid..."

Yin Changan clutched Si Qingyan's clothes tightly, tears rolling down his face.

He has always been a smart kid.

We know what will happen to Yin Siting in this situation.

"I will ask someone to rescue her, don't be afraid."

When Si Qingyan touched his forehead, it was still very hot. The air-raid shelter is located underground and is too cold. For safety reasons, he can only be placed there.

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