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    The train traveled quickly through the canyon between the two mountains. The atmosphere in the carriage was a bit boring. Passengers were either lazily looking at the scenery outside the window, or lowering their heads and meditating on their own affairs. The air was mixed with the scent of perfume and tobacco.  smell.  From time to time, passengers got up and walked to the train interchange to breathe fresh air.  Rodriguez is the conductor of this train. He is sitting in his 3-square-meter cabin and quickly recording the arrival time of the train. A thin stream of sweat is seeping out of his forehead. He reaches out and takes out the train.  He took off his handkerchief, loosened his tie and wiped the sweat. He looked up at the thermometer on the wall. Damn it, it was broken again. The thermometer showed 20 degrees, but he knew that the room temperature was not just this temperature. He stood up and used his f¨¦i  He slapped the thermometer with his big hand, turned around and turned the temperature control switch a little smaller.  Damn it, the train will arrive at Eilan in 40 minutes, which is the border with France. Once there, he will hand over the whole train to the damn French guy and return to his lovely home where his beautiful daughter and  Mrs.  This train is an international express train from Madrid to Paris. Rodriguez has been running this line for 15 years, and even a war could not stop this train from running.  But before the train arrived at Ailang, he still had three carriages to check, and those three carriages were all first-class carriages. The people inside were actually rich gentlemen or rich ladies, who often complained and complained to him, the young conductor.  Temper, Rodriguez's scalp hurt just thinking about it, just like the last time he had a flu outbreak.  He picked up the ticket clipper on the table and walked toward the front of the car, but memories of the past were in his mind.  That influenza outbreak shocked the world.

    Rodriguez's home is in Airan, a small town on the border of Western France and close to the Atlantic Ocean. Sunshine and slightly salty sea breeze are the characteristics of this small town. Rodrigues' ancestors lived here.  Si has been living here peacefully and happily, but that year the sunshine left people's faces and was replaced by rapid death.  A very harmful influenza swept across the European continent along with the war. The war was over. Returning soldiers packed their bags and hurried back home. Unfortunately, what many of them were waiting for was not the hugs and hugs of their loved ones.  The yellow ribbon of longing to go home is instead a huge crematorium and the wails of relatives. This flu, which is fatal and virulent day and night, is like an extremely efficient combine harvester, operating rapidly, and people are in front of it.  We were helpless, waiting for a painful death. Even during the year when it was rampant, more people around the world died from this disease than died in World War I.  In Rodriguez's family, only his wife was lucky enough to be safe. He and his two daughters, Martha and Angela, all happily fell on the bed. Dr. Marco concluded that Martha could not be saved, and his wife had already been buried in the coffin.  The owner of the store ordered a coffin. Rodriguez struggled to walk to his daughter's room. He took Martha's hand and knelt in front of the bed, praying to God not to take away her Martha. On the other bed was a sensible Angie.  La looked at her parents, but her sunken eyes were filled with tears.  She doesn't want to die, let alone her sister. She loves her sister more than her own life. If she can exchange anything for Martha's life, she is willing to give even her own life, but the fire of her life is about to be extinguished.  She also seemed to see the God of Death standing in front of the door waving a sickle and grinning ferociously.  She was afraid of hell, the hell that Father Carmen had described.  She and her sister should go to heaven, because their parents often call them angels, and angels should live with God in heaven. Unfortunately, Father Camouflage can no longer tell her stories from the Bible because he died the day before yesterday.  I will definitely be with God for a while.  May God forgive his sins.

    The bell rang at this time.  "Maybe the owner of the coffin shop came to collect the deposit. His business is very good these days, Martha, my poor Martha," Mrs. Luo whispered in Rodriguez's ear.  Rodriguez turned around angrily and roared: "My daughter is still alive, still alive" He choked and lowered his head in pain, his head buried deeply in Martha's hand.  Mrs. Luo turned around and went downstairs to open the door.  Rodriguez caressed Martha's soft neck and looked at the sleeping Martha with infinite love.  Singing softly "A bottle of rum, let's all have a taste", he really wanted Martha to jump up and sing this old pirate's song with him. This was also Martha's favorite song.  This song is often one of the Luo family¡¯s entertainment programs after dinner every day.

    Mrs. Luo seemed to be talking to someone about something important, and only a few words reached his ears.  Lailai seemed to be very persistent in telling Mrs. Luo something with serious consequences.  Rodriguez stood up, with the arrogant blood of his ancestors flowing in his veins. Although he had never mentioned to anyone how his Pirates of the Caribbean ancestors drank blood with the tip of a knife, at this moment he could no longer control it.  He couldn't tolerate his own helplessness and powerlessness. Looking at little Martha who was getting weaker and weaker on the bed, he wanted to yell, he needed to vent.  Although his father repeatedly advised him to suppress the inherited wildness in his heart and be a law-abiding ordinary person when he told his ancestor's life story, it has to be said that at this time, Rodriguez was no longer the child who lived a cautious life.  The train conductor, that depressingHe could not hide the power that had been sleeping in his chest for 300 years. He only felt that his heartbeat was speeding up, speeding up.  The pulsating sound beat his eardrums like a giant drum. He couldn't hear it, and he didn't want to hear it.  The veins on his forehead are like two entangled pythons, and a red letter is spitting out of his mouth to convey the message of death.  The tenderness in his eyes was swept away and replaced by anger and impulse.  The yin and coldness gathered together with fear.  The thick beard stood up wildly, and each one seemed to be spraying out with monstrous anger.  The broad chest undulated sharply, with a bloodthirsty ancestry, an arrogant expression, and a majestic figure.  At this time, Rodriguez was standing on the bow of the ship like a pirate with a knife in his mouth, ready to jump over the side and use the sharp knife in his hand to murder lives. Rodriguez, who was like a god, staggered out of his daughter's room. He didn't.  He forgot to close the room door that Mrs. Luo forgot to close. As long as he was still breathing, he would never allow anyone to disturb his daughter-his angels.  Even the God of Death would never allow it.  He staggered down the stairs holding on to the railing. Although the doctor warned him to lie down in bed, he tried not to move around to maintain his strength.  But there was only one concept left in his mind: "No, no, no, no, no" He was looking for an opponent, he wanted to tear him into pieces, and he wanted to protect his daughters.  He even forgot that he was also one of Death's prey at this time.  He tried hard to open his eyes, although his eyelids were as heavy as two weights.  He moved hard, even though his legs were filled with lead.  He tried hard to maintain his balance, although he was floating forward like a lonely ghost.  A hint of cool air blew in through the open door. It was the smell of the sea breeze that Rodriguez was familiar with. During the spring season every year, when the monsoon wind brought the breath of the Atlantic Ocean, Rodriguez would often feel a scent of it in his body.  Today, this has a strong control on Rodriguez. He wants to confront the God of Death, not for himself, but for the angel upstairs behind him.

    There were several people standing outside the door, including Dr. Mark and his assistant, two soldiers and a short Eastern man.  When Mrs. Luo saw her husband coming downstairs, she rushed up to help her. Dr. Marco walked in in surprise and covered his mouth and nose with the scarf hanging on his chest. Everyone behind him followed suit and pulled up their clothes.  Or a scarf covering his mouth and nose, like a group of robbers preparing to break into a house, but the Eastern man just pulled the strap of the medicine box on his back to temporarily free his shoulders from the heavy shackles, and the expression on his face seemed to be  This protective action was indifferent and seemed to be a little disdainful.

    "Oh, my God, Rodriguez, you should rest in bed, I warned you," Dr. Marco said hurriedly when he saw the sick-looking Rodriguez.

    "Looks like a dead dog with a broken spine? My dear doctor, I'm about to lose my Martha. Do you think I can still stay in the damn bed?" Rodriguez looked at this angrily.  The guy who sentenced his daughter to death.

    ¡°Don¡¯t say that, Don Rodriguez, God will help you and your children.¡±  The doctor lowered his head.  The slightly apologetic Dr. Marco changed his name. In Spain, if you add "Don" before your name, it is an honorific title, which means master.  "Look, didn't God send miraculous doctors from the East to help us?" He stepped aside and introduced the Oriental who was today's protagonist to Rodriguez.  "This is Dr. Li from China. He is a distinguished guest invited by the king from the far east. He specially brings oriental medical skills, medical skills that can bring the dead back to life. But your wife does not allow us to enter, she said  This is Eastern witchcraft that is against God, but dear Rodriguez, all the doctors in Spain are currently powerless against this disease, so we can only give it a try, what do you think?"  For a doctor to please a patient, this was extremely abnormal for Rodriguez. He couldn't help but feel a little wary and wary.

    When Mrs. Luo saw her husband standing weakly in the middle of the room, she immediately went to the kitchen to move a stool. Unfortunately, what she moved was a high stool specially designed for Martha.  Angela was able to reach the table while eating, and specially made two high stools for her daughters, so that the whole family could sit at the same table and eat happily, which was also the happiest time for the whole family.  There was also singing after dinner, but all of this was about to come to nothing and be shattered.  Rodriguez stroked the chair.  Suddenly he turned around and glared at Dr. Marco. Dr. Marco took a step back in shock at the captivating look he had never seen before. He originally thought that Rodriguez was a well-known and good gentleman in this neighborhood, but he was worried about the Spanish.  Being unfamiliar with the Eastern world, many missionaries who came back from the East portrayed the Chinese as having the same language and race as the Indians. They were savages who relied on witchcraft and herbal medicine to treat illnesses and knew nothing about it.  Although newspapers and radios have become quite popular, Western newspapers rarely report on China, and many Spaniards are as indifferent to bad politics as Rodriguez. In order to prevent those devout Catholics from treating this short man  The young Orientals were tied to pillars as hereticsBurned to death, the government actually sent two soldiers to protect him.  Dr. Marco decided to try with the good old Mr. Rodriguez first, but unexpectedly, he was in trouble before he entered the door. He was blocked in front of the door by the extremely pious Mrs. Luo.  I originally thought that Rodriguez would be more accommodating, but who would have thought that he was even more stubborn than Mrs. Luo, and he also showed a fierce look. Hey, it's not easy to be a doctor these days.  Doctor Malk thought to himself.

    "Mr. Marco, if you try to use witchcraft to cover up your incompetence and conduct experiments on my poor daughter, then you have made the wrong calculation."

    "No, Mr. Rodriguez, you misunderstood. He is not a wizard. He is a distinguished guest of the king. He was sent by Mr. Hua Fei, the President of China, to save our poor lives."

    "Then tell him to go back to the East. There are more people who need him to save." Rodriguez's diamond head turned rapidly, which did not match his huge body at all. He could not take his wife.  Trading life, even if profit is equally important, he looked at the thin oriental man. He was too inconspicuous and had no characteristics. He had a typical oriental face and figure. If he could find some characteristics in him  If so, it would be those eyes as clear as lake water.  Rodriguez could not find dirty words such as sinister, cunning and hypocritical in those eyes, but only sincerity and innocence.  Rodriguez was examining the Chinese man, trying to find something in him to convince himself that this man was incapable of saving his daughter, but the result was disappointing to him. He did not find the conclusion he had set in advance.  Not even a little bit can be found.  He began to waver.  Immediately a new question came to his mind.

    "Mr. Marco, how old are you?"

    "Are you asking me?" Dr. Marco was asked inexplicably. "Fifty-five years old, sir"

    "How old is he? He looks like a child. Is the president of China crazy? Let a child come here to practice medicine? I'm sorry, I can't give my daughter to another child for treatment. This is crazy and  It¡¯s unacceptable, I can¡¯t make fun of my daughter¡¯s life, even if he is sent by God, I can¡¯t allow it,¡±

    While Rodriguez was talking to Dr. Marco, Dr. Mal's assistant stiffly translated the content of their conversation to the weak Chinese. Although his translation was often paradoxical and the content was reversed, in this small place, again  I couldn't have asked for a better translator.  The Chinese listened attentively.  Try hard to understand his words.

    "Then I say goodbye with great regret. I have to go to other places. There are still many people in need of help, so I say goodbye." Doctor Mark turned around and put on his hat, preparing to leave.

    "Wait a minute," the Chinese man said. He stepped forward firmly and looked at Rodriguez with his clear eyes. Rodriguez couldn't help but shudder in his heart, because the Chinese man's eyes were full of determination.  Optimism, kindness, and desire.  The determination makes you give up resistance, the optimism makes you see hope, the kindness makes you empathize, and the desire makes you unable to bear to refuse.  There were so many elements included in it that Rodriguez looked away and did not dare to look at each other.  A powerful force surged toward Rodriguez as the boy moved, making him have difficulty breathing, dry mouth, and confused. There has never been a force so shocking. What's even more unbelievable is that he comes from the East.  The thin body of a young man.

    "Mr. Luo, can I talk to you in English?" the young Chinese asked in fluent English.

    ¡°Of course, please speak¡± Rodriguez can speak several languages ??due to his career.  Rodriguez lowered his voice much lower. Perhaps he was shocked by the irresistible power of the oriental man he called his child. He also wanted to listen to what the child could say, and the king  The words "distinguished guest" also touched him, making him seem to see a glimmer of hope.

    "When the president of our country learned that there was a large-scale influenza outbreak in your country, he immediately sent many experts, including my teacher, to your country, hoping to help your people stay away from the pain. My  The teacher is currently treating your king at the Royal Palace in Madrid. I have been following my teacher for 5 years and have learned how to control this disease. Moreover, I have brought a large number of medicines from China. These medicines are in  China has cured a large number of patients, and I believe I can also cure you and your daughter. You may not believe me, but you must not believe my holy father, President Hua Fei." Firm, very different from his age.  Calm, the Chinese people conquered the hearts of everyone present, including Rodriguez, with their ups and downs and standard pronunciation word for word.

    "Holy Father? What is your relationship with the president of your country?" Rodriguez asked suspiciously.

    "I am just an orphan. War and disease took away my parents. I became an orphan begging on the street. If I didn'tI am afraid I am no longer alive when I meet President Hua Fei. It was President Hua Fei who took in us orphans, took care of our food and clothing, and sent us to school to get a good education. To us orphans, he is like a biological father. I am honored to follow him.  My teacher studied classical Chinese medicine and was able to come here today.  What I bring is not only medicine and medical skills, but also the friendship of the Chinese people. The Chinese regard the arrival of friends as a beautiful event in life. Please do not let down the good wishes of President Hua Fei and all the Chinese people.  "

    Rodriguez was completely conquered and impressed, because what he saw in this young man's face was only a doctor's parental heart, only a doctor's unique kindness, and he believed that kindness is the basis of all good things.  Although he didn¡¯t know what Hua Fei believed in, whether it was God he believed in, Buddha believed in by most Chinese people, or Allah believed in by Muslims, all of them had benevolence and righteousness as the foundation, peace as the purpose, and kindness as the goal.  Standards, from this young Chinese, he saw a kind Chinese, a kind nation, a country where everything is based on benevolence and righteousness. That is the place he has longed for, because he believes that only  Benevolence is invincible.  He found kindness and righteousness in this young man, and he believed that kindness and righteousness were everywhere in that hot land of the East.

    Quiet, it was surprisingly quiet indoors, people seemed to be able to hear their own heartbeats, only the faint sound of waves could be heard from the distant coast.  People are waiting, not only for Rodriguez's answer, but more for the sprouting goodness to bloom in people's hearts.  The damn war has smashed all the beautiful things to pieces. Kindness has been almost destroyed in the hearts of these Europeans, but kindness never dries up and dies. As long as you drop a drop of nectar in your heart, it will jump and burst out.  Show tenacious vitality.  Rodriguez's heart was already filled with joy at this time. It was this thin oriental man who removed the huge stone that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.  Doctors should not only treat diseases on the skin but also heal wounds on the soul.

    He was speechless for a long time, but suddenly he seemed to have made up his mind. Rodriguez leaned on the stool and raised his right hand in the direction of the young man.  It is the hand of trust, the kindness of rebirth.

    The young man took a step forward and stretched out his hand. His hands, one big and one small, were held tightly together.

    "My friend from afar, I entrust my daughter's life and my own life to you, but you have to promise me to take medicine first. If something happens to me, please don't take any more medicine from my daughter."  Do experiments on them."  What kind of trust is this? To entrust your precious life to a stranger. Rodriguez only entrusted his life to two people in his life, one was Jesus who was crucified, and the other was Jesus.  The Chinese in front of me.  Not only this young man, but also the group of benevolent and righteous Chinese people thousands of miles away behind this young man.  But at the same time, he also has his cunning and fatherly love. He wants Dr. Li to give him medicine first, and he wants to try the medicine himself for his daughter.  Rodriguez, who seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength, fell to the ground sideways.  The last thing he saw was a fiery red heart-shaped tattoo on the young man's arm

    When the early morning sun shone on Rodriguez's huge bed, it was already the morning of the next day. Mrs. Luo was sitting in front of the window, holding a stretcher and embroidering something with a flying needle in her hand.  Although there was a soft gauze hanging on the window, the dazzling sunlight still shone on Rodriguez's face through the window gauze. Rodriguez was a little dizzy by the strong sunlight, and a strange feeling floated in the room.  The smell of y¨¤o was something Rodriguez had never smelled before, but he was familiar with the smell of licorice. There must be licorice in the y¨¤o, which is not unfamiliar to Spaniards.  This root plant from South America was once a favorite among the Spanish population.  He narrowed his eyes and looked at Mrs. Luo. Although Mrs. Luo was already over thirty, her all-day hard work had not damaged her beautiful appearance. Her fair skin showed a beautiful halo under the sunlight.  Excessive worry and labor made her face somewhat thin and pale.  Rodriguez looked at his precious wife with some affection, reveling in this gentle land.  When Mrs. Luo saw her husband wake up, she put down her needlework and tightened the curtains, picked up a glass of water on the table, walked over, and kissed Rodriguez affectionately on the forehead.

    "How are Martha and Angela?" Rodriguez took the water glass from his wife and drank it in one gulp and asked anxiously.

    "My dear, everything is fine. Angela can drink milk. Martha is still sleeping. Dr. Mark came here in the morning and took her temperature. It is normal. What a miracle. Do you know? That young man  The man's medical skills are very miraculous. After he gave the girls the medicine he brought, he took out a needle and pricked many needles on the girls' heads. I was very scared at the time, but he kept smiling.  , which reassures me a lot. The medical skills of the East are really amazing, and the way he treats you is the same, but he said that the stronger the disease, the stronger it becomes.??The greater the risk, you have been sleeping, and I didn't feel relieved until Dr. Mark said that your high fever has gone away"

    After listening to Mrs. Luo¡¯s narration, Rodriguez took a long breath.  The daughters have recovered, and he can finally let go of his hanging heart.  There's no better news than this.  Mrs. Luo took a pillow and put it behind him to make him sit more comfortably.  "No, I have to go to the girls," Rodriguez lifted up the quilt and was about to get out of bed, but Mrs. Luo held him down.  "My dear, you can't go now. The doctor told you to lie down and recuperate. Besides, the young Chinese man is still in the girls' room. He has been watching the girls all night without closing his eyes. He just fell asleep on the stool.  For a while, don't disturb him. He is really an angel sent by God, a lovely Chinese." "Yes, he is an angel sent by President Hua Fei," Rodriguez said and thought so.  of.  Rodriguez stroked his wife's hands, which had become rough from years of handling housework, and there were already thin crow's feet at the corners of his wife's eyes.  He helped his wife tidy up the hair on her temples, and looked at the woman he loved tenderly, and stared at her affectionately for a long time.  Mrs. Luo shyly stretched out her hands and lowered her head like a young girl.  Rodriguez took his wife in his arms and listened to her husband's strong heartbeat. Mrs. Luo silently prayed to God in her heart for those lovely Chinese people.

    "You have fully recovered, dear Mr. Rodriguez, you are as strong as a bull." Dr. Marco said with a smile while stroking little Martha's head.

    "Thank you, Doctor Mal, my mother invited you to my house for dinner, and my benefactor, Mr. Li from China." Little Martha said cutely, raising her head.

    "Ah, my beautiful little Martha, I agree to your kind invitation." Doctor Marco took out a pack of eucalyptus sugar from his pocket and handed it to Martha's hand with a smile, "but you can only eat two pieces a day.  must remember¡­¡­."

    ¡°Wash your teeth before going to bed.¡± Martha¡¯s sweet childish voice echoed in the clinic.  It elicited a burst of laughter.

    Looking at the lively and cute little Martha, Rodriguez asked thoughtfully: "Where is Li? Why didn't you see him?"

    Doctor Mark put away his smile.  "It's very bad. He's very bad. He's infected. This morning he had a low fever. The Chinese medical team in Madrid has sent people and is on the way. May this child be blessed in the eyes of God and survive today."

    "How is it possible? He is also a doctor. He should know about this disease." Rodriguez didn't believe his ears. The clinic immediately fell silent. Many people were cured by Dr. Li and came to the clinic for review.  , in this small town, almost every family has someone infected with this terrible flu. Dr. Li¡¯s footprints are almost in every corner of the town. Which family has no one been pulled back from death by Dr. Li?  Almost every family treated Dr. Li with gratitude. In their view, Chinese Li was the reborn parent who gave them a second life. After hearing the bad news, everyone present was shocked, and several funv  While sobbing softly, many of the men secretly wiped the tears from their eyes.

    "You know, Li's physique is already thin, which may be caused by malnutrition in childhood. In addition, Li works with great energy. He often visits the doctor continuously and cannot get any rest for several days. In addition, he always insists on  Being with seriously ill patients, recording the characteristics of their diseases to facilitate handling at any time, the chance of infection will naturally be greater. At the same time, he also has to train a group of local doctors. Tired and harsh environment, God, please don't bring  Let this great soul go." Doctor Marco also took off his pince-nezoscope and lowered his head in pain.

    The soft sobs turned into howls, and several men even rushed out of the clinic. The clinic was filled with a mournful atmosphere. I don¡¯t know who knelt down first and sang Psalm 792, "Please Lord be with me."  exist¡¿

    I long for your presence; I miss your presence;

    Generation after generation, you will always be with me.

    I need your presence; I seek your presence;

    The sea turns into mulberry fields, and the mulberry fields turn into seas, you will always be with me;

    Be with me, be with me, your love will never change;

    Be with me, be with me, your love will never change;

    Be with me, be with me, and together we raise our hands to you.

    The low singing voice resounded over the small town. It was originally a hymn sung when worshiping God, but now it was dedicated to a young doctor from China. The Spaniards used their unique way to try to retain this ordinary and important doctor.  Great life, little Martha also knelt down with her father, tears slipping down one by one on her bullet-riddled face.  It was night, and all the men, women, and children in the city came to the square in front of the clinic with candles in their hands to pray forOur benefactor kept vigil, hoping for a miracle, and the song "May the Lord be with me" rang out in the square all night long.  The church opposite the clinic was also packed with people praying. The devout believers hoped that God would keep this Chinese man who sacrificed his life for theirs. If the guards at the gate were not loyal to their duties, the clinic in xiaoxi¨£o would have been destroyed by people.  Squeezed through the wall.  The doctors from the Chinese Medical Team in Madrid tried their best to save the lives of their compatriots.  At about 2:30 midnight, Dr. Marco walked to the square. The noisy crowd suddenly became quiet, and even the wind stopped on the treetops and listened.

    "The greatest friend of the Spaniards, the saver of the town, the continuation of life, the outstanding doctor Mr. Li Xuefei dedicated his precious life to this city at the age of only twenty-two."

    There is no stirring, no crying, no tears. The strength has been exhausted, the vocal cords have become hoarse, and the tear ducts have dried up.  People stood quietly, as if they had returned to yesterday. That young smile, soft movements, and firm figure were still among them. He has not left, you and I can see it, and he will always live in our hearts.  "Wow" There was thunderous applause in the square, which lasted for a long time. This was a praise to a great soul, a praise to a great spirit, and a eulogy to a great friendship.  Many years later, when tourists came to this small town to explore the mountains and rivers, and passed by the clinic on the square, they could still see a marble plaque carved on the wall of the clinic, with the following written in both Chinese and Spanish.  A paragraph:

    ??Mountain wind of the Pyrenees, please stay and listen to me tell you the story of Chinese heroes, and spread it to the end of the sky.

    O sea l¨¤ng of the Bay of Biscay, please stop and listen to me telling you the story of Chinese heroes, and spread it to the other side of the ocean.

    It is written in small characters below: Li Xuefei, a distinguished Chinese, died in this city due to influenza in 1918. He practiced medicine in this city for 25 days and treated 471 people, including 96 children, all of whom survived. This city continues to exist today.

    ??Xiao Masha fell asleep in her father¡¯s broad arms, feeling safe and sweet.  Rodriguez gently patted his daughter on the back and said to himself: "Martha, from today on, your name is Martha-Lee. Just like your Chinese father, he is your father. He is your father."  Our country is also your country, and you should also be a kind Chinese and a noble Chinese."

    A few years later, a beautiful Spanish girl appeared in the medical ranks of the National Defense Forces. Her appearance caused quite a sensation, and news about her could even be seen in foreign newspapers.  She was brave, tenacious and dedicated to saving lives and healing the wounded. She once rescued more than 100 National Defense Force soldiers on a battlefield filled with bullets. President Hua Fei made an exception and personally awarded her the First Class Iron-Blooded Medal. When the Iron-Blooded Army Daily¡¯s battlefield record interviewed her, she used  He replied in fluent Chinese: "My father is Chinese, his name is Li Xuefei, and I am just completing his unfinished business. I am proud, I am proud, because I am a distinguished Chinese."

    Rodriguez's eye circles were a little moist. The past events were still fresh in his mind. The hero's voice and smile still echoed in his heart. As he walked through the junction of the carriages, he took a deep breath to calm down his emotions.  , with a professional smile on his face.  "Please show your ticket."  Rodriguez, who was smiling brightly, opened the box door of the first-class carriage.  Repeating "Okay, thank you, have a nice trip" countless times and quickly checking the ticket, the train was running rapidly, getting closer and closer to Ai Lang.  When he opened the door of Car No. 5, he was slightly stunned.  He is an Oriental, with a tall body, a handsome face, a neat suit, and a chic demeanor.  He is a young oriental gentleman.  All the compliments immediately came to Rodriguez's mind.  But the strange thing is that his top hat is tightly placed on his head, as if it is covering something.

    Shen Daijun's thoughts were interrupted by the train conductor. He was missing an old friend, the begging orphan who depended on him for life, the brother with a different surname who founded the Holy Son Group with him, and the man who died in a foreign land and has never been able to return to his hometown.  friend.  Although the poisonous man's training allowed him to feel calm at the moment of killing, at this time, he knew that he was getting closer to his burial place, but he could not go to pay homage.  Recalling the long winter night, the two little brothers cuddled together and relied on each other's body temperature to keep warm. You and I satiated our hunger on the half-stained steamed buns. Mr. Li said that he was not hungry and gave the big piece to himself.  He used his fingers to pick up the crumbs of the steamed buns that fell on the ground and put them into his mouth. Later, they met President Hua Fei's army, and then they lived a human life. From that day on, the two of them got new clothes.  With your own quilt, you no longer have to worry about warmth or cold, and you no longer have to worry about dinner.  They both also swore to hand over their lives to Hua Fei's hands, and agreed to get a vermilion heart-shaped tattoo on their right arm, which meant that they had given their whole lives and hearts to Hua Fei.  Xiaoli also gave himself a nice flying song. He wanted to learn from the president.  Later, Xuefei, who had excellent academic performance, was admitted to medical school in order to be able to??Treatment is needed for millions of people to prevent them from dying like their parents because of lack of money for medical treatment.  Being physically strong, he also became a soldier of the National Defense Force as he wished, and then joined the Poison Team and became Jiao Jiao.  Although the rules of the Poison Team are strict, he still visits this brother from time to time. In the past few years, he was sent to Taiwan by Hua Fei to perform combat missions. Whenever a person is lonely and helpless, he will think of Xiaoli. In the cold night  It seemed that there was another body keeping him warm, and someone seemed to hold up an umbrella to protect him in the autumn rain. When he thought of Xiaoli, infinite power burst out from his body.  Brother, it is your friendship that keeps me going until now. How many times when I want to give up, I always think that with me supporting you, you can sleep peacefully in a warm room.  I no longer have to endure hunger and cold. I can study hard and become a famous doctor in the future. I will live up to the expectations of the president. But why did you leave me without saying a word?  He can no longer cry, he can no longer feel emotions. He thought that there were only black and white in the emotional world, but now he still left a colorful world for Xiaoli in his inner world.  Brother, I have a mission and I can't come to see you. You have a spirit in heaven to protect me and I will accompany you after I complete this mission for the president.  Stroking the tattoo on his hand, his thoughts drifted to Xiaoli's grave.

    Although Shen Daijun felt unhappy when he saw Rodriguez drive in, he still handed over the ticket with a smile on his face. However, the moment he took the ticket, Rodriguez felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer.  Standing there stunned, he saw what he had seen many times in his dreams, a heart-shaped fiery red tattoo. If Shen Daijun hadn't been too carried away and forgot to button the cuffs, Rodriguez would never have done it.  He saw the tattoo, but he did see it. The real thing was right in front of him. How could Rodriguez's gaffe escape Shen Daijun's eyes? The name Poisonous Man No. 1 was not chosen randomly. Only strong physical strength was decisive.  Those who cannot become poisonous people must have meticulous observation, excellent psychological quality, and rich practical experience. The accumulation of all these is the basic factor why poisonous people are called poisonous people. He subconsciously pinched the weak spot with his left arm.  , this is a protective action, because a person's weakness is often the main target of the enemy's attack. In addition, there is a scabbard hidden in his suit. He must determine the position of the handle of the knife to facilitate the smooth and smooth action of drawing the knife.  It's accurate. That knife was specially made for him. It was made according to his body shape, hand shape, and arm length. The weight of the knife is very light but the steel is excellent. The quenching of the blade has reached an unprecedented level. It is completely black.  The blade will not show its edge even in broad daylight. The blade is highly poisonous and will seal the throat when it sees blood. As long as one is stabbed by him, even if the skin is broken a little, the victim is guaranteed to die within 2 hours.  , what is even more unique is that there is a small hole at the front end of the handle, which contains 12 steel needles. The 6 facing forward are steel needles with excellent elasticity, and the 6 facing back are also hardened with highly poisonous steel needles.  Organic Huang, firstly, you can use the steel needle to kill the enemy to prevent others from seizing the knife, and secondly, you can use it to cut yourself as a last resort.  The word captured is not in the poisonous man's dictionary.  The six steel needles in the front can be used to mend clothes, suture wounds by themselves without surgical conditions, and can also be made into fish hooks to obtain food. In addition, these needles can also be used to make fire when they rub against each other. All of this is  It is designed for poisonous people to survive in harsh conditions, and what is even more peculiar is that each knife has a name engraved in Japanese. If poisonous people unfortunately die abroad, no one can survive with this knife.  You can't tell it's Chinese, because judging from the characteristics of the blade and the way it's tempered, it's an out-and-out Japanese sword.  When every Poison Man joins the Poison Man Team, he gets a tailor-made knife, which is also the identity certificate of the Poison Man Team.

    Shen Daijun still maintained a smiling facial expression, but at the moment when Rodriguez was stunned, he was already ready to attack. In the training he received, there is no passive word like defense, only attack, attack and then attack.  , Poison Man is only responsible for attacking the enemy's vital points, and never plays a defensive role. "Offense is the best defense" is the creed of the Poison Man team. Hua Fei also put this idea in the early days of Poison Man's creation.  Instilled in the poisonous people, it became the motto of the poisonous people team.  Therefore, in a few tenths of a second, Shen Daijun not only completed the preparations for the attack, but also prepared for continuous attacks. If Rodriguez's movements were slightly deviated at this time, then Shen Daijun's knife would be in the first place.  It penetrated his vital parts for a while, but poisonous people are poisonous people. They are not a group of reckless people without self-protection awareness. On the contrary, they always hide themselves very cleverly before attacking without leaving any traces. This is also a poisonous person.  This is the reason why the team adjusted its training time so that endurance training and mental training account for 60% of the total time.  Camouflage training and language training accounted for another 25%, while firearms and explosion combat training only accounted for 15%.  The requirements for poisoners are not as simple as hitting the target, but choosing a retreat first. A poisoner who can complete the task is unqualified. A qualified poisoner must be able to retreat unscathed and continue to fight, even for the sake of poisoners.It is not uncommon for people to give up their tasks safely.  They can lie in the smelly ditch for three days and three nights and wait quietly for the target to appear without losing patience. But when the prey wants to move, they can seize the opportunity to fire first.  They are ferocious king snakes, waiting quietly for their prey to take the bait.  And it leaves the opponent defenseless.  When they need to defend, they will quickly express their defensive posture in the form of offense. The Poisoners never purely defend. They have been given offensive characteristics from the beginning. It can be said that without that layer of skin,  Covered, their blood will turn into sharp swords to attack the enemy.

    When Hua Fei issued a global wanted order, European governments were surprised and stepped up their vigilance. In particular, France and the United Kingdom, two countries harboring criminals, felt like they were facing a formidable enemy. They stepped up border inspections against Chinese people, especially France and even  Even the overseas Chinese in the country were not spared. There were sudden raids and police raids, and Chinatown was bustling with excitement.  In order to ensure the secrecy of this operation, Shen Daijun and two other poisonous people decided to enter France separately, using any method. In fact, these poisonous people who are used to being alone do not like to work in gangs to carry out tasks. If it were not for this  The second time was when Hua Fei personally ordered the generals. It was really difficult for these three loose immortals to get together.  Shen Daijun was the last one to leave Spain. He changed his public identity four hours ago. He is now a purchasing staff resident in Madrid for Japan's Yamato Trading Company and went to Paris to purchase a batch of goods.  The passport is real, but the Japanese named Ito is currently lying in a dirty sewer in Madrid, enjoying a free massage from a rat. When someone finds him, he only has less than four taels of meat left on his body.  .  Others were passed off as McDonald's fast food roux by red-eyed rats in Madrid's sewers.  Shen Daijun didn't have time to worry about the life of a Japanese. He didn't even bother to take a look at his substitute after getting the passport.  Although there are ten thousand ways for him to enter France, he would rather choose the method that he likes, and it is definitely the safest method, at least he will be safe until he reaches Paris.  What¡¯s crazy is that poor Ito-san did indeed buy a train ticket to go to Paris on business, and classmate Shen Daijun came to commit suicide. His wallet, luggage, and life were all confiscated, and he was still in Ito.  After Sang bought the train ticket, classmate Shen Daijun, who was not even willing to pay for the ticket, was really stingy.  To put it in the words of classmate Shen: The country can save a little money.  Carrying Ito-san's wallet, holding Ito-san's passport, carrying Ito-san's suitcase, and carrying Ito-san's wife, we had a live-action scene on the train.  This is Shen Daijun's style, absolutely vicious yet darkly humorous.  Although he was taciturn, he was very thorough when he started his task. He even tied Ito-san's body with wire to the iron railing of the sewer to prevent it from being washed away by the flood and discovered.  If people were lucky enough to find the dead bones a few days later, the police would treat the murder as a simple case of killing for money.  Because Classmate Shen took away everything of value.  The Japanese will not doubt that this murder case has anything to do with the Chinese.  They can only lament that the Imperial Japanese Army's Tekko Branch lost a highly decorated senior spy.  Ito-san is indeed a senior high-tech spy with outstanding achievements. He has been stationed abroad for a long time, is fluent in several languages, and has provided a large amount of intelligence to the Japanese military. He has won awards and medals from the emperor, and he is also a judo master.  , it is said that there are no more than ten people who can defeat him in Japan, but it is a pity that he did not even have a chance to raise his hand in front of Classmate Shen. Classmate Shen, who was so casual, was too lazy to bother to fight with him, and directly hit him with the steel needle on the back of the dagger.  It entered his throat, it was direct and despicable.  The steel needle finally stayed at the carotid artery. His Majesty the Emperor's Yamato samurai went to Kudanzaka to report to Amaterasu without even making a sound. The journey may be quite far. When his soul finally climbed to the Yasukuni Shrine  By that time, even World War II was over.

    ¡°But what makes Shen Daijun rack his brains and can¡¯t figure it out is what flaw did this tall Spanish commander see?  The surprise in his eyes didn't seem to be fake, so he was definitely not a person who was good at disguising. In other words, since he had no training in disguising, he was not a colleague or a spy, but just an ordinary person.  But if you can't even hide the flaws that ordinary people can see, then you really shouldn't succumb to poisonous people

    His mind was thinking rapidly, while trying to sort out everything that had happened since he entered Spain.  When he was sure that no flaws were exposed.  Rodriguez also spoke.

    ¡°Are you Chinese?¡± Rodriguez asked in English.  While handing back the ticket.

    "No, I am Japanese."  Shen Daijun replied in fluent English.

    ¡°That¡¯s a shame, I thought you were Chinese¡±

    "Why do you conclude that I am Chinese?"

    "Because of the tattoo on your arm, I have seen the same tattoo. That is a Chinese, an amazing Chinese."

    Shen Daijun¡¯s whole body was shocked,??He is right, Li Xuefei.  His lips trembled a little, and his vocal cords became hoarse, as if something was blocking his throat. His pulse doubled, his blood surged, his mind exploded, and his heart felt like someone was using a blunt instrument.  The knife cut repeatedly, and the pain was something he had never experienced in this life.  He only felt that his soul had flown away from his body without restraint, and his upper body was shaking involuntarily.  He desperately controlled his emotions. He rehearsed all the methods of controlling emotions he had learned in the Poison Team, and once again determined the position of the hilt of the knife.  Professional instinct and the habit of practicing casting countless times can enable him to still complete every action according to the formula like a perfect machine when he encounters the most terrible danger or emergency.  But at this moment, he was like a swordsman who had his axe, showing off his appearance and having no motivation at all.  At this time, not to mention a master, even a three-year-old child can easily kill him. The hero does not shed tears easily, but it is not the time to be sad.  He couldn't close the door in his heart, and there was no solution to sadness in this world.  At this time, he was no longer Poisonous Man No. 1, he was just that person's friend and that person's brother.

    "Tell me how he is?" His voice was so low that even he couldn't hear it clearly.  However, in less than a second, he restarted instantly like a computer with a memory of 100 million times.  However, Rodriguez, who was accustomed to his train life, caught his words in the roaring carriage.  At the same time, he really felt Shen Daijun's gaffe.  Rodriguez was thinking: Maybe he had something unspeakable that he couldn't tell, but his tattoo alone was enough to conclude that he was a confidant of President Hua Fei just like Li Xuefei.  Although he didn't understand what that tattoo represented, based on Li Xuefei's personality, Rodriguez could conclude that they were both good and kind-hearted people.  Of course, he couldn't possibly know how many murders the man in front of him was carrying, and he almost became his assassination target just a few seconds ago.  Of course, the stubborn Spaniards cannot imagine the huge contrast between these two Chinese people with the same tattoos. One loves his neighbor as himself, while the other kills like a fool.

    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, my name is Rodriguez, can I ask your name?¡±

    "Itou Tsutomu, it's an honor to meet you." Although there were huge waves lurking in his heart, Shen Daijun still did his best to show off.  And he already knows the other person's name, and they will meet one day in the future.
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