"Cuckoo."
"Cuckoo."
As the sky grew brighter, several cuckoos flew in from nowhere and stopped on the big tree outside the cave, calling in turn. Their clear calls penetrated through the entrance of the cave and reached the deepest part of the cave.
There was a person lying on the ground there. It was Miyamoto Hideaki who had fainted from crying. He looked frightened, his body was shaking, and he was sweating profusely. He must have had a terrible nightmare.
Perhaps he was awakened by the chirping of birds. His eyelids moved, his chapped lips opened slightly, and he whispered something. Then he suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes and shouted a sentence in Japanese.
"No! Kiyoko!"
After shouting, Miyamoto Hideaki sat up suddenly, gasping for air, and turned his head to look at the surrounding environment. The expression on his face changed from panic to joy, and then from joy to resentment.
I don't know what he was dreaming about, but looking at the gnashing of teeth, it was definitely not a good thing. After performing the face change, he picked up a stone from his hand and drew a portrait on the ground.
After finishing the painting, Miyamoto Hideaki looked at his work, nodded with satisfaction, then took off his leather shoes and photographed the portrait, while spitting and mumbling something.
"Sumaya Yoshiro! He's dead!"
He cursed Sumaya Yoshiro with the crooked ways he learned from nowhere, and then drew an old man and a short man. After the same operation, he let out a sigh of relief and smiled on his face.
"Gulu~"
But he was not happy for a few seconds. The protest from his stomach made Miyamoto Hideaki realize one thing. He had only drank some water in the past two days. He urgently needed food now, otherwise he would starve to death in the mountains.
After rubbing his stomach, he walked out of the cave with a grimace and looked at the cuckoo on the tree and swallowed his saliva. Unfortunately, he had no weapons and couldn't set traps, so he could only stare at the bird.
After staring for a while, Miyamoto Hideaki was dizzy due to the sun. He supported his uncomfortable body and held on to the trees to find the mountain spring. This time he finally found it successfully and drank enough water again.
But it was okay if he didn't drink. After drinking, Mr. Vice-Consul felt even hungrier. He looked at the market town with cooking smoke rising down the mountain, his eyes glowed green, he washed his face casually, and walked down the mountain without hesitation.
Even if he committed suicide, he should not resort to the painful method of starving himself to death. As for whether it would be dangerous, firstly, his hungry stomach did not allow him to think too much, and secondly, he thought that the Chinese people would not recognize him.
Miyamoto Hideaki knew that there must be many people looking for him now, but after staying in the wilderness for two days, a medium-long beard grew on his face, making him completely different from his previous image.
Therefore, let alone Chinese, even the staff of the consulate might not recognize him. He was in a very relaxed mood, his mind was filled with all kinds of snacks in Jinling, and his steps quickened.
At the foot of the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, in addition to tourists paying homage, nearby villagers, as well as mausoleum guarding troops and staff from the cemetery management office, there is a lot of traffic, so naturally there are various shops that make a living.
Among them, there are the most various kinds of snacks, which are spread out along both sides of the road and are very lively. However, the situation today is a bit special. Many shops have closed their doors, leaving only a few noodle and wonton shops.
When Miyamoto Hideaki finally came down the mountain, what he saw was this desolate scene, which made him panic, fearing that his trip was in vain.
He couldn't show up frequently. He originally wanted to take the opportunity to eat and then go back to the mountains to hide for a few days, but the only place where he could find food was here.
Fortunately, Miyamoto Hideaki soon discovered an open noodle shop. He looked happy and trotted over. Before he entered the door, the aroma of noodles and broth hit his nostrils.
Miyamoto Hideaki wiped his saliva secretly, walked into the store, and said to the busy store owner: "Boss, what kind of noodles do you have in your store?"
The owner of the noodle shop was a handsome young man. Perhaps his business was not good, so his attitude was cold and he didn't mean to say hello. He was just wrapping wontons by himself.
After hearing Miyamoto's inquiry, he nodded his chin at the menu on the wall: "See for yourself, there are shredded pork noodles, Yangchun noodles, egg noodles, and wontons."
Although Miyamoto was not good at intelligence operations, he still had basic awareness. He glanced around, especially observing the movements of the shop owner's hands, and found nothing wrong.
Yoxi is an ordinary store.
As long as he is not discovered, it will be fine, otherwise he will harm his family. Miyamoto felt a little depressed and said feebly: "Please give me three bowls of shredded pork noodles."
"Okay, three bowls of shredded pork noodles, wait a minute."
The shop owner didn't care whether he could finish three bowls of noodles by himself. He quickly walked to the stove, grabbed a handful of noodles and put them into the boiling hot water.
After staying in the mountains for two days without any information sources, Miyamoto now urgently needs to know the situation outside, such as whether a war has broken out between China and Japan.
If the war had broken out, he would no longer have to hide in the mountains. Even if he would be punished by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs or some other agency, he could finally save his life.
So he walked to the shop owner and sat down, and asked as if nothing had happened: "Boss, why are you so deserted today? Did something happen?"
The shop owner fiddled with the noodles with chopsticks and said feebly: "It's not because of that Japanese devil named Miyamoto, but now the whole Jinling is looking for him.
If you are looking for someone, just look for someone. As a result, the gangsters are extorting money everywhere, and many shops can no longer be opened. If I were not in a hurry to use money, I would not open it. "
Having said this, he looked Miyamoto up and down and said with a smile: "If the guest didn't have a beard, he really looked like that person, in which case I would be mad."
"haha, yes."
Miyamoto Hideaki laughed dryly, touched the beard on his face, and asked again: "Is there any reaction from the Japanese? Is there going to be a war?"
The shop owner yawned: "Who knows? We are just ordinary people. It's useless to think too much about such big things. Sir, would you like to put some vegetables in?"
"Yes, thank you."
Miyamoto Hideaki looked at the noodles rolling in the pot and sighed secretly. It seemed that he would have to hide in the mountains for a while. This was really bad news.
The shop owner fished out the noodles with a whisk, put in the cooked vegetables, poured on the broth and shredded pork, put on a handful of chopped green onions, and brought it to Miyamoto's table.
"Guest, please be patient. The noodles will not taste good when they are cold. I will serve you a bowl first. You are almost done with it. I will cook it again and you can taste it to see if it is salty or not."
"Thank you very much."
Miyamoto picked up the chopsticks and ate it voraciously, regardless of whether it burned his mouth or not. While eating, he praised: "It's delicious, the boss is good at his craftsmanship."
After being hungry for two days in the mountains and drinking a lot of cold water, he now eats Tudu deliciously, not to mention the deliciously cooked noodles. The bowl of noodles quickly ran out.
"Slow down, I can't cook it faster than you can eat it. Where have you been? Why are you so hungry?" the shop owner asked, cutting noodles in his hand.
After eating a few taels of noodles, Miyamoto finally felt alive and said nonsensically: "I didn't eat last night. I woke up hungry this morning. Please hurry up, boss."
"Then you should eat more." The shop owner cut the noodles a little faster, and asked casually: "Looking at the sir, he should be teaching."
Miyamoto forced a smile: "Why, do I look like a teacher? Unfortunately, that's not the case. I do some paperwork in a foreign business firm."
"That's a scholar too."
The shop owner picked up the noodles and put them into the hot water again: "Unlike us, we can only rely on hard work. Customers can come to the shop more if they find it delicious."
While the two were talking, a young woman walked out of the room, wearing a coarse cloth jacket and holding a rag in her hand. She stepped forward and put away the noodle bowl in front of Miyamoto.
Miyamoto didn't care. This kind of mom-and-pop shop was normal. He responded casually: "Okay, the boss's craftsmanship is really extraordinary. I will definitely come more often in the future."
At this time, the woman listened to his words and said with surprise: "You are not a native of Jinling, right? From the accent of your husband, it sounds like a fellow countryman from outside the country."
"Oh, Madam, is she from outside the customs as well?"
Miyamoto Hideaki was a little excited when he heard this. He spent most of his life in Tohoku. At that time, the teacher had not retired and his life was very good.
Whenever he encounters discomfort, he will unconsciously recall that time. It was a fairy-like day, not as difficult as in Aurous Hill.
He loves the house and the bird, and he has deep feelings for the Northeast.
The woman clapped her hands and said, "That's not good. From the accent, I knew I was meeting a fellow countryman. There aren't many people outside Guanling in Jinling. Where are you from the Northeast?"
Miyamoto was equally happy and said: "I'm from Shenyang, Liao Province. I came to Jinling to make a living a few years ago. I'm sure, madam, you must be from Shenyang too, right?"
The woman's accent was a standard Shenyang accent. He didn't expect it to be such a coincidence that he would meet half a fellow villager at this time. Was this an omen?
The hard times are about to pass, and the better days are about to come. No wonder the Chinese say that fellow villagers shed tears when they see fellow villagers. This is what it means.
The shop owner was also very happy and brought the remaining two bowls of noodles up with a smile: "Sir, please eat quickly. I put some more meat for you. If it's not enough, you can ask for more."
"Thank you so much."
Miyamoto felt a long-lost warmth, and his eyes were a little moist. He lowered his head and ate the noodles, thinking about one thing, can the fellow villagers be free.
Before leaving the consulate, the military attaché took away all the cash from him in order to create the illusion that he had been robbed. Anyway, a dead person has no need for money.
Originally, he was ready to be a freeloader, but now that he met a fellow villager, he looked like he was not well-off, so freeloaders were a bit too much.
In a dilemma, he ate two bowls of noodles cleanly. After eating, he took out a hidden gold button from his trouser pocket and handed it to his boss.
"I'm really sorry. I was in such a hurry that I forgot to bring my wallet. Here is a gold button. Please accept it. Is it okay if I bring money to redeem it next time?"
He had a pair of these gold buttons and kept them on his body for emergencies. He originally planned to use them as burial gifts, but facing the "fellow countrymen", he really had no shame in being in debt.
The shop owner was not angry. He walked over to Miyamoto Hideaki with a smile and said: "Sir, since you are inconvenienced, you can bring it next time. You must not accept the things."
The woman also said: "Sir, how can you say such a thing? You just thought I was treating the fellow villagers to eat. If you have time in the future, you can take care of my business more."
What kind, loyal and hard-working citizens they are.
Miyamoto Hideaki's conscience seemed to be aroused, and he thought sadly in his heart: If he died as ordered, it would bring serious disaster to thousands of kind, loyal, and hard-working innocent people in this country.
But people can't help themselves, and he has no future. Miyamoto took a deep breath: "No, please accept it. Goodbye, both of you."
After saying that, he put down the gold button and wanted to leave. He had stayed here for too long. If he met the police, he would be easily exposed and the shop owner and his wife would be implicated.
But just as he was about to step out of the store, a voice sounded: "Mr. Miyamoto Hideaki, don't be so anxious, we can have a nice chat."
Miyamoto Hideaki felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He slowly lowered his raised right foot and slowly turned around to see the shop owner with a philistine look on his face looking at him with a smile.
