In early winter in Xiamen, the island begins to feel chilly. The leaves of the plane trees on the roadside are falling in the breeze. Pedestrians on the roadside are wearing thicker coats and walking in a hurry.

Professor Zhang was still wearing the shabby gray gown and an old black hat on his head. He was holding a cloth bag in his hand and walking hurriedly through the rustling leaves.

He turned around and walked into an old building, which used to be a school printing office before the fall of Japan. It was bombed by the Japanese army and the floor was covered with bricks and rubble. It was abandoned. Since this place was relatively hidden, Professor Zhang simply tidied it up and cleverly

The floor became the magazine's editorial office and reception room. He looked around outside and saw no one was around, so he walked in and opened the door of a house.

Professor Zhang said to the busy female students, "Xiao Anzi, do you know whose manuscript I have invited?"

Jing Jing stopped the printing work in her hands and asked curiously, "Whose manuscript is it? Seeing how happy you are, you must be another celebrity."

"Well, celebrities, celebrities from our southeastern coast!" Professor Zhang put down the cloth bag in his hand and said, "This is the manuscript of Mr. Hong Chengda and Ms. Ruan Yinghua!"

"That's great. I'm not very familiar with who Ms. Ruan Yinghua is, but Mr. Hong Chengda is a well-known patriot in Xiamen's industrial and commercial circles. When the war broke out, he participated in the Xiamen Anti-Enemy Support Association and was elected as the head of the Recruitment Department.

Take the lead in donating property to support the front line..."

He said in a quiet and precious tone.

"Then let me tell you Ruan Yinghua?" Professor Zhang said with a smile: "Ms. Ruan is a great reporter for the Chinese Business News in Hong Kong. She has written many articles about people's resistance to Japan and the lives of refugees, exposing and lashing out at the Japanese puppet government.

He has depth and is a well-known figure..."

Professor Zhang said as he took out the manuscript and put it on the table.

Anjing took the manuscript to read. Ruan Yinghua wrote "Why did Xiamen fall?" She looked at it carefully and said happily: "Celebrities write well and have a sense of irony. With these celebrities supporting the facade, our "Remarks on National Salvation"

It will be published soon.”

"Well, the content of this issue is very important. You should arrange and proofread it immediately and send it to the Hong Kong printing factory for printing before get off work. You must pay attention to confidentiality and not leak any content!" Professor Zhang repeatedly warned.

"Professor Zhang, don't worry!" Jing Jing said, picked up the manuscript and started printing it again.

At this time, there was a knock on the door. Professor Zhang hurriedly opened the door and saw a student running over and said, "Teacher Zhang, is there someone outside who wants to see you?"

Professor Zhang was surprised and asked quickly: "Xiao Xia, who is she?"

Xiaoxia hurriedly said: "She said she is a student from Xiamen!"

"Xiamen students? Haven't they all moved to Gulangyu Island? How does she know I'm here?" Professor Zhang thought for a moment and said, "I understand. Ask her to wait for me."

"Okay!" Miss Xiao Xia turned around and ran out.

Professor Zhang turned around and said to Jing Jing who was busy: Xiao An, take everyone and equipment and move them immediately through the back door.

"Professor Zhang, why did you transfer immediately?" Jing Jing asked in confusion.

Professor Zhang said: "Don't ask anymore, just transfer it as soon as possible."

"Where are you going? What are you going to do?" Jing Jing was confused and concerned.

Professor Zhang thought for a while and said: "Just go to the contact point in Laojie. Someone wants to see me. I can't leave now, so you should leave quickly."

"How can this be done? Let's go together!" Jing Jing said reluctantly.

"This place is not safe anymore. I'll stay here to deal with them. Leave quickly." Professor Zhang urged Jing Jing and others.

"Okay then!" Jing Jing and others hurriedly packed their things.

Professor Zhang randomly grabbed two books on the table and walked out. When he walked out of the old building, he saw a girl in student uniform standing under a sycamore tree not far from the door.

Professor Zhang walked over calmly as before. The girl noticed Professor Zhang, hurriedly greeted her, and said politely: Are you Professor Zhang?

Professor Zhang nodded and asked: Miss, who are you?

"My name is Qingfang. I was a student of Xiamen University. I also attended your class. Don't you remember?"

In fact, Professor Zhang still had some impressions of Qingfang. Qingfang performed on the streets and showed off her talents; when Japanese military planes bombed the Xiamen University campus, Qingfang took the initiative to treat injured students. But he still pretended to search his memory, smiled and said: "Look

My memory really doesn’t remember it.”

Qingfang said sheepishly: "It doesn't matter. Later, something unexpected happened in my family and my financial resources were cut off, so I had to drop out of school."

Professor Zhang pretended to be concerned and asked: "What happened at home?"

Qingfang hurriedly replied: "The Japanese invaders occupied my hometown, and the Japanese and puppet troops carried out raids. My parents were killed, and my house was burned down. I couldn't stay at home any longer, so I returned to Xiamen."

"Oh, that's right, I shouldn't ask you these things and make you sad." Professor Zhang said apologetically.

"It doesn't matter, everything is over." Qingfang said lightly.

Professor Zhang looked at his watch and said to Qingfang: I just happened to go out to do something, let's talk while walking!

The two of them walked out of the gate of Xia Zhong and took to the streets. The streets were gloomy and miserable, giving people a chilling feeling.

The two of them were walking and chatting.

Professor Zhang asked intentionally or unintentionally: "Do you regret not finishing college?"

Qingfang said nonchalantly: "It's no shame to drop out of school. With the current war and chaos, it doesn't matter whether you finish college or not!"

"That being said, there is a difference between learning and not learning. By the way, what are you doing now?" Professor Zhang took the opportunity to ask tentatively.

Qingfang lowered her head and said, "I don't have a fixed job. I joined the Xiamen United Relief Society a few days ago to do some relief work for refugees. Do you know about the relief society?" She also took the opportunity to tentatively ask Professor Zhang.

"I am a teacher. I only know how to do knowledge. I don't know much about outside things, which makes you laugh." Professor Zhang said calmly.

Qingfang said calmly: "This is normal. After the fall of Xiamen, many things happened every day, and not everyone knows about it."

After Qingfang finished speaking, she was silent for a moment, then changed the subject and said: "Professor Zhang, do you know Zifeng?

Professor Zhang raised his head and said calmly: "Are you talking about Liu Zifeng?"

Qingfang nodded.

Professor Zhang said with a smile: "Of course I know this Liu Zifeng. We are related. He is my cousin and a distant relative. He was accidentally captured by the Japanese a few days ago and almost lost his life!"

"Ah, why, why didn't I know?" Qingfang looked surprised.

Professor Zhang then asked: "Maybe he didn't tell you because he was afraid that you would worry."

Qingfang then asked: "Why was Zifeng arrested? Is it because of resisting Japan?"

"Resistance to Japan, hahaha, he doesn't even dare to kill a chicken, he is honest and arrogant, timid and afraid of getting into trouble. He was bullied a lot when he was in his hometown. It's hard for my nephew to have a future."

He paused and then said: "There was a little misunderstanding here, but fortunately everything is over."

Qingfang said seriously: "Once caught by the Japanese, it will be difficult to get out. Zifeng's luck is pretty good!"

Professor Zhang took the opportunity to echo: "You young people don't know how powerful you are. From now on, you should stay at home and never show yourself in public. If the Japanese arrest you, it will be difficult."

"Qingfang" disagreed and retorted: "Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of a country. Passionate young people must be patriotic. Is it to mobilize the people to fight against the Japanese invaders?"

"The fight against Japan is up to you. You are overestimating your capabilities. What is more important is patriotism or life-saving. I think you should think about how to protect yourself first!" Professor Zhang shook his head helplessly.

At this time, a foreign car rushed out of the alley next to it, and the people in the car shouted "Hurry up, hurry up".

Qingfang subconsciously put her hand into her arms, and Professor Zhang could see it clearly.

The rickshaw rushed over. Professor Zhang grabbed Qingfang and pulled her aside forcefully, but he fell to the ground. The rickshaw rushed over close to his body.

Professor Zhang said angrily: "These foreign adults don't even look at anyone on the street and go on a rampage. It's so outrageous."

Qingfang hurried over to help Professor Zhang, "Are you okay, Professor Zhang?"

"No, it's okay!" Professor Zhang said with a painful expression.

He rubbed his butt that hurt from the fall and cursed: I am in a hurry to go to the funeral, I don’t have any eyes.

Qingfang hurriedly picked up the book on the ground, flipped through it, and helped Professor Zhang up.
Chapter completed!