Chapter 343 Condolence Group

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This girl has a baby face, short fluffy hair with natural curls that cascades neatly over her shoulders, a fair and round face with two pink halos, like a juicy apple, and long eyelashes Below are a pair of clear and smart big eyes, and the whole person exudes a charming and charming temperament.

Although she was wearing a student-style cheongsam, a white cardigan sweater, and a pair of black semi-high-waisted women's leather shoes, it was obvious from a glance that she came from a wealthy family.

This woman is called Su Yaqin, and she is the apple of Su Jixian, the famous Shanghai Youth Gang boss. Su Jixian is the younger brother of the famous Boss Du in the Shanghai Youth Gang. When he debuted, he followed Boss Du and made a name for himself in Shanghai through wind and rain. Now brothers Both of them were already half-cleaned. Boss Du opened a bank, while Su Jixian invested in shipping.

Of course, although these two big guys look like they have been cleared, their status in the Qinggang is still there, and the power of the black and white gangs is increasing instead of decreasing.

Su Ji I received a Western education and my personality is cheerful and generous.

Early this morning, good news came from the school that the Chinese army had shot down four enemy planes. Naturally, the whole school was excited, and there was laughter and laughter everywhere. In the afternoon, the senior students of the school began to spontaneously organize a student condolence group, preparing to bring donations since the war started. The funds and materials went to the front line to support the anti-Japanese soldiers of the 19th Route Army.

Naturally, Su Yaqin was not to be outdone and actively signed up to participate. However, she was politely refused by her senior classmates because the school had regulations that prohibited freshmen and sophomores from going to the front line to offer condolences. This was also the school's policy for these young students. a kind of protection.

Shanghai St. John's University is a church school, and the education model is no different from that of Western universities. Generally speaking, the first and second years of university study basic courses and have strict school rules. However, by the third and fourth years, it is basically free-range. As long as Just complete the credits of professional courses and graduation thesis, and you have more freedom in course selection and time.

Therefore, only senior students can participate in the condolence group.

Su Yaqin has been depressed about this all day today.

The ones chasing Su Yaqin were her classmates. The tall and thin student was named Jiang Han, and the wiry one was named Lin Yuhui. They were both boys who usually had a good relationship with Su Yaqin. Of course, these two boys had a crush on her when they were young. There is also a heart, after all, a gentle lady and a gentleman are so good.

Both of them are natives of Shanghai and come from relatively well-to-do families, especially Lin Yuhui. His family has business dealings with the Su family, so it can be said that they have known each other for a long time.

I saw Jiang Han running up panting and saying, "Yaqin, I..."

As soon as she spoke, she was interrupted by Su Yaqin, who had a serious look on her face and said, "Jiang Han, why are you so loud? Do you want my name to be spread all over the campus?"

Jiang Han immediately realized that he had been rash. Although a big city like Shanghai was already relatively open, in this era, the name of a girl who had not yet left the government would not be easily revealed to anyone who was not a close friend or relative.

Jiang Han blushed all of a sudden and said, "I'm sorry, I was in a hurry..."

At this time, Lin Yuhui, who came from behind, quickly explained to his friend: "Yaqin, you don't know Jiang Han's temperament. He always screams when something happens, but we do bring good news."

After speaking, he looked around mysteriously, leaned close to Su Yaqin and whispered: "We just overheard the senior seniors saying that the condolence group at Jiaotong University was organized by the student union, and they have no restrictions on junior students. How about we... …”

Hearing the news, Su Yaqin's pretty face that had been sullen finally burst into a smile, and she said bitterly: "Hmph... If this is really the case, I will forgive you, otherwise... Hmm... "

So the three of them carefully discussed the details of signing up to join the Shanghai Jiao Tong University condolence group the next day, and then waved goodbye at the school gate...

The time came on the third day. Early in the morning, Su Yaqin and the three of them waved the small flag of "Shanghai Jiaotong University Songhu Anti-Japanese War Frontline Condolence Group", followed by the teachers and students of the consolation group, and a dozen hired vehicles pulling rice and pork. The bullock carts and horse-drawn carriages waiting for the condolences went all the way from the city to the reception desk of the 19th Route Army in Zhenru.

It was already noon. After a long journey of more than ten kilometers, most of the boys had never walked such a long distance. They all staggered around and sat down to rest on the edge of the street in Zhenru Town. Although the girls all had Taking care of her, you can take turns to take the bus, but it is still very tiring, especially for a young lady from a wealthy family like Su Yaqin, who has suffered this kind of hardship since she was a child.

Just as she was groaning and rubbing her sore legs and feet with a grimace, Jiang Han also looked exhausted and staggered over, sitting down on the ground next to Su Yaqin, with a look of pain on his face. Colorful, he said with a sad face: "My legs don't even feel like my own anymore. I didn't expect to walk so far. I'm really exhausted."

Su Yaqin rolled her eyes at him and said, "Look at you, a big boy is complaining about being tired, but I, a girl, haven't complained yet."

Jiang Han cried out in his heart: "My eldest lady, how about you sit on the cart most of the time? Not only do we walk on our own, but we also have to help push the cart when we go uphill. Are you not tired?"

But he did not dare to say that, and quickly changed the subject: "Yu Hui followed the seniors to the reception desk of the 19th Route Army to inquire about the news. I heard that we were not allowed to go any further when we got here, saying that it was the front It’s the front line.”

Speaking of these three people, although Su Yaqin has been well-educated and sensible since she was a child, she is a daughter of a wealthy family and has a somewhat coquettish personality. She usually talks about these two boys, and they have long been used to it.

Especially Jiang Han, who has been successful in reading since he was a child and is loved by his elders at home, but at the same time he is a bit ignorant of the world and has a bookish air. Although he looks quiet, his personality is a bit irritable. He was teased and teased by Su Yaqin. He never cares about the target of the joke, but rather enjoys it.

Lin Yuhui is different. In addition to studying, he also helps his father with some business affairs. He came into contact with society relatively early, and he appears to be relatively mature and steady, and is good at dealing with people.

While the two were talking, they saw Lin Yuhui walking over with a dusty look on his face. He also sat down on the ground, rubbed his calves and said, "The officer at the reception desk won't let us go any further. The front is the front line." It’s not safe. Just give them the condolences and they will send a transport team to the front line.”

Su Yaqin and Jiang Han felt like deflated rubber balls, and their whole bodies wilted.

After all the hard work, you have come such a long way, and now you are going back home? Is this the end of condolences?