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Chapter 153

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    Gong Xiyuan was very surprised: "You can actually write poems?" You can write melodies, novels, press releases, and even poems. You are really versatile.

    Gu Ming smiled lightly: "This poem was not written by me, but by a poet named Ai Qing."

    At this time and place, Ai Qing's poems just fit her mood.

    The two of them walked on the muddy streets, visited the sick and injured victims at the temporary hospital set up by the Red Cross, and discussed the future of the Chinese newspaper industry. There was a lot to talk about, and to a certain extent they were like-minded.

    Sheng Yan has been following Gu Ming step by step. Several times she looked back and saw his expression, and she was almost amused by his resentful eyes She always felt that Sheng Yan was too involved in the drama, and he played the role of a deep-seated husband with a grudge.  The various little expressions are very vivid. If you leave the military and pursue a career in the entertainment industry, you might be able to become an instant star and reach the pinnacle of your life.

    Gong Xiyuan is now open-minded. The last time he went home, he bumped into Qingmei, whom he had grown up with. She was four or five years younger than him. He vowed to make Gong Xiyuan fulfill the promise he made when he was a kid and even pursued her.  Reluctantly, he went to his newspaper to apply for a job, which made him very passive. He had no choice but to mention to Gu Ming: "I have always regarded her as my sister, and she is just messing around!"

    "Maybe you'll get emotional after making a fuss." Gu Ming smiled and persuaded him: "There are no absolutes in everything, so don't talk too much."

    The ideal woman in his heart is like Gu Ming. Unfortunately, Gu Ming regards him as a close friend. Maybe there was a vague affection between the two, but it was just the fog in the valley. A gust of wind blew it away without leaving a trace.  Things are not enough to ferment into the mellow and intoxicating love. On the contrary, it is more like a clear spring in the water, gradually revealing the simplicity and purity of the friendship between gentlemen.

    "She has been used to playing tricks since she was a child."

    When Gong Xiyuan left, he repeatedly told Gu Ming to pay attention to safety, and he almost turned into a chatterbox. Sheng Yan, who was five steps away, rolled his eyes and wanted to defend himself: We are responsible for Miss Gu's safety. What's the point?  I need you to talk too much.

    Three months later, Gu Ming accompanied people from the Red Cross to evacuate the disaster area. Once they arrived in Shanghai, they were detained by the military government and sent directly to prison, without even giving them time to react.

    Sheng Yan was dumbfounded and wanted to go forward and argue with them, but Gong Hao had the quick wit and hugged the man by the waist, urging him desperately: "Don't be stupid! Both of us have been blamed together, who will tell the young marshal  Report?"

    "But Miss Gu"

    After Gu Ming was arrested, she was extremely lucky that Gong Hao was carrying her luggage and manuscripts, and she only had two pieces of clothing with her.

    After she entered the prison of the Shanghai military government, she asked to see Huang Duo, who had made the declaration. The escorting soldier told her: "Huang Duo died a few months ago."

    "Editor Huangis dead?" An inexplicable panic arose in Gu Ming's heart: "Impossible! He was fine when I left, how could he be dead?"

    The soldier was very impatient: "If you die, you will die, there is nothing impossible!"

    He closed the door with a clang, locked it and left.

    It was very dark in the cell. There was only a little light from the skylight, but it was far from clearing away the darkness of the entire cell.

    "It's easy for a person to have random thoughts after staying in a closed environment for a long time. What's more, when Gu Ming heard the bad news of Huang Duo's death, he was still in extreme shock. He was full of questions and wanted to find someone to answer them.

    The person who imprisoned her was probably very good at psychological warfare. Except for the soldier responsible for delivering meals twice a day, there was not even a ghost to be seen.

    Gu Ming tried to extract the truth from the soldier who delivered the food, but the soldier didn't answer her at all. After delivering the food, he quickly locked the door and left, turning a deaf ear to all her words.

    She still had a faint hope in her heart, always hoping that the soldiers who arrested her would talk nonsense, but Huang Duo was still alive and presiding over the printing of "Declaration".

    On the third day, the cell door was opened before lunch. She also knew the person who came in this time. It was Lu Ziyu, the young marshal from Shanghai.

    After Lu Ziyu came in, he smiled exaggeratedly: "Young Master Rongcheng, are you okay?"

    Gu Ming's knowledge of this young marshal from Shanghai was limited to external rumors. He was a lustful and domineering guy, and they were not positive comments. He felt wary in his heart: "Being locked up here, to be honest, is not good.  "

    Lu Ziyu doesnĄŻt like the smell of prison either, but who let Mr. Rongcheng live in it?

    He stared at the woman in front of him. He had been away from Shanghai for a few months. She must have suffered a lot in the disaster area. Her skin was tanned a lot. She was dressed like a country girl, rustic, wild and torn.  He wears a flower short coat and has big black braids, but he is pitifully thin.?There were still things she left behind, so she quickly sent a telegram to the young marshal.  "

    "You guys go out first."

    Feng Qu opened the rattan box in front of her. Inside were boxes of film and a thick stack of manuscript paper. She didnĄŻt know how much effort she had spent and how much suffering she had endured.

    He has also read the "Records of Experiences in Disaster Areas" series. At that moment, a touch of pride arose in his heart, and he wanted to tell the world that this is the woman I like.

    ItĄŻs a pity that there are only three articles.

    After Huang Duo was assassinated, students in Shanghai took to the streets to demonstrate for the truth about his death. Not wanting to offend Lu Hongwei, there was a bloody round of arrests for "progressive elements" among the students. Even "Shenbao" was temporarily suspended for rectification.  Small things.

    Now, Feng Qu opened this thick "Record of Observations and Events in Disaster Areas" and finally had time to appreciate the full manuscript.

    Outside the door, Sheng Yan pulled out his gun and asked Gong Hao in a low voice: "When will the young marshal take us to snatch Miss Gu out?"

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