As the first month passes, the weather gradually warms up.

The artillery fire finally stopped for a few minutes, the Japanese puppet government was established in Nanjing, and there was temporary tranquility in Shanghai.

But in such an environment, it is very difficult to make a living.

Rice is already sky-high, and vegetables and fruits have become a luxury, not to mention meat dishes.

Gu Yun's salary is not high, her mother and sister's life is also difficult, and the crops in her hometown have been lost due to the war, so she can only rely on herself.

She lived her life carefully, not to stir up trouble, not to make herself sick.

Fortunately, the rent does not need to be paid, and when the war is over in the future, it will be given to the landlady at one time.

Zhang Xinmei was active, and the people from Hongmen disappeared the next day.

Gu Yun has been ill since then.

She had a low-grade fever intermittently, and was very sad every day, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

Half a month later, her mood gradually stabilized, and her illness gradually improved.

Zhang Xinmei asked someone to bring her dishes once, including spare ribs, old hens and live fish, as well as apples and various vegetables.

At the same time, he also gave her a telegram, which was sent by Si Yuzao.

"Yuzao has been missing you, let me always come to see you. Do you need to tell her about your illness?" Zhang Xinmei asked.

Gu Yun shook his head: "No need for Jiuye, I'm already fine."

"Then you can make soup for the hen and replenish your body." Zhang Xinmei said, "There is a shortage of medicines in Shanghai now, and minor illnesses may even kill people, so be careful."

Gu Yun said yes.

Time passed slowly.

The jujube tree at the entrance of the alley, budding and blooming, shady in midsummer, and fruiting in autumn.

Cold and summer come and go, from spring to autumn.

Gu Yun also did not see Bai Xian again for eight months, this person completely disappeared from her world.

Sometimes she also thinks: Hongmen are in turmoil, people often want to die, will he have died somewhere without knowing it?

Thinking of this, she felt inexplicably cold all over.

It was an autumn rain and the summer heat completely subsided. On Saturday, Gu Yun chatted with a few women in the alley and basked in the sun.

While looking at the quilt she was drying, she knitted a scarf for this winter.

"Miss Gu, try the dates." A woman took a long bamboo pole and walked back from the door.

The jujubes at the entrance of the alley are already ripe, and they are almost picked.

Gu Yun tasted one, but it was not very familiar.

"It's sweet," she said politely.

The other women also tasted it and said with a smile that Miss Gu said something nice, where is it sweet?

Several people were talking, and two attendants came in with a large basket.

"Miss Gu's guests, right?" Several women smiled, with happy expressions on their faces.

In the past eight months, Zhang Xinmei was entrusted by Yuzao and sent her supplies four times.

Gu Yun is friendly to his neighbors, and he always shares it with his neighbors.

"...Miss Si's telegram." The attendant put the things down and handed Gu Yun a piece of paper.

Yuzao said in the telegram that he really wanted to eat the sour beans made by Gu Yun.

The last time was midsummer, and the beans were just on the market. Gu Yun brought some to Zhang Xinmei and asked her to bring Yuzao. The weather was too hot, and she was afraid that Yuzao would not be able to eat anything. The sour beans were just appetizing and could be eaten.

Unexpectedly, Tamamo is also addicted.

"Thank you." Gu Yun said to the two followers, and gave them a handful of money.

They made a false push and accepted it.

Gu Yun opened the basket, and sure enough there was rice and meat.

She kept two or three meals for herself, and gave the rest to her neighbors. In such a time of war and chaos, she was alone in Shanghai, what could she do without any help?

When away from home, neighbors are more reliable.

After the division was over, Gu Yun sent a telegram to Yuzao again.

The next day was Sunday, and it was a sunny day. She packed two cans of sour beans, which she made last time, and a telegram that she was going to return, and went to find Zhang Xinmei.

She knew Zhang Xinmei's home.

Anyone can go to Zhang Xinmei's house, there is no privacy.

The building of his house is very empty, I heard that he bought it all.

Three brand-new luxury cars were parked downstairs, and there were several people dressed in entourage standing downstairs smoking.

"Did he have a guest?" Gu Yun thought to himself.

She should have made a phone call first, but unfortunately she never contacted Zhang Xinmei and didn't know his phone number.

She had to bite the bullet and go upstairs.

The door of Zhang Xinmei's house was not closed, and as expected several guests came.

Gu Yun called out "Jiu Ye" from the door.

Zhang Xinmei stood up and nodded at her: "Did you bring something here?"

"Yes." Gu Yun lowered his head.

Zhang Xinmei said: "You come first."

He led Gu Yun to the study.

Gu Yun walked in, and when he passed the living room, he saw a guest sitting on the sofa near the south, and his body suddenly tensed.

He didn't move, the whole figure froze.

Gu Yun happened to pass by him, and glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

She doesn't know.

This is a guest wearing a white shirt. The material of the clothes is very good, and it looks quite expensive.

Gu Yun didn't know many people in Shanghai, and it had nothing to do with Zhang Xinmei's social circle. His distinguished guests could not be people she knew.

Therefore, she just took it as her own illusion and stepped into Zhang Xinmei's study.

She also heard other guests asking, "Master Bai, are you alright?"

She doesn't know anyone with the surname Bai.

She handed the jar of sour beans to Zhang Xinmei, and took out the telegram she wanted to send to Yuzao.

Zhang Xinmei glanced at her. She said on the telegram that she was fine and might return to the countryside soon.

He asked curiously, "Are you going back to the countryside?"

When they were talking, Zhang Xinmei didn't close the door of the study, and his voice could be vaguely heard outside.

Gu Yun's voice was very soft: "I have this plan. In our newspaper, four people became frontline reporters, and two people died, one of which was our boss."

Zhang Xinmei was surprised, his heart was heavy and funny: "Your boss went to the front line yourself? There is so much competition in the newspaper industry?"

"No, he is sincere." Gu Yun sighed, "Although the proprietress is still running a newspaper, she has repeatedly proposed to close the door and return to her hometown, but she can't let go of the boss's will.

Recently, two colleagues have left their jobs and returned to their hometowns. It is impossible to open again next year, I have to leave sooner or later. "

Zhang Xinmei thought for a while and asked, "Can I find another job for you?"

"No." Gu Yun smiled bitterly. "The rice and oil in Shanghai are too expensive, and the salary is not enough for me to eat. I'd better go back to the countryside. I still have some food in my old house, so I won't be hungry when I go back."

Zhang Xinmei stopped persuading her.

He said: "When do you want to leave, tell me, and I will send someone to **** you. This road is blocked by artillery fire, there are wars everywhere, the train can't go, and it is inconvenient for you to go out as a woman. In case you have any mistakes, Tamamo must be very sad."

In front of Si Yuzao's face, he always despised her, but when he did things behind his back, he didn't leak any water, and he didn't want to make Yuzao sad in the slightest.

Gu Yun nodded.

She briefly exchanged a few words, then asked about Yuzao's current situation, and said, "You still have guests, so I won't delay you."

Zhang Xinmei sent her out.

When he went out, the distinguished guest, who was very nervous just now, seemed to be tense again, but he was mentally prepared now. The tension was only for a moment, and then he returned to normal.

Gu Yun didn't look at him anymore, and Zhang Xinmei took her downstairs.

"I'll take the tram back by myself, so I don't need to send Jiu Ye." Gu Yun said.

Zhang Xinmei said, "Go back slowly."

Gu Yun nodded.

She was about to leave when footsteps came up the stairs.

Zhang Xinmei glanced at the person who came, patted his shoulder lightly, and went upstairs by mistake without saying anything. The man saw that Gu Yun had already crossed the road, and immediately ran over: "Miss Gu."