Qin Gong's life is spent at the bottom of the flower [broken wonton sea colleagues]

Mr. Gong is very skillful in kneading the dough, clapping and holding the palms, pressing and turning the bottom of the palms, and adding some salt water from time to time, the dry and hard dough will gradually become smooth and chewy. Very jade veins.

While waking up, Mr. Gong rummaged through the vegetable basket. One of the leaves that Qin Chuan did not recognize was lush in color and had a strong fragrance. It must have been sprayed with water not long after it was delivered. It looks very fresh.

Add a few cloves of garlic and a handful of pine nuts, Mr. Gong is very good at cutting vegetables, and the sound of chopping vegetables is continuous. When the kitchen knife is scraped, all the diced pieces are scooped into the mortar, cut a piece of cheese, pour a few drops of oil, and sprinkle a few grains salt, crushed slowly.

The water in the pot gradually boiled, and the bubbling bubbles turned the bright light into a warm yellow color, and even the deep edges and corners carved by Mr. Gong were softened.

The villa's kitchen was designed to cook meals for a large family, young and old, master and servant. It was larger than Qin Chuan's entire apartment, but at this moment, the warm steam diffused, blurring the boundaries of the four walls.

The originally spacious kitchen was shrunk into a square inch in the scent of scattered basil leaves, which could accommodate just two people, or only two people.

Mr. Gong's movements of cutting and rolling the noodles are as smooth as clouds and flowing water, and the thickness of the noodles is uniform after a few knives, and the shape does not even have time to change.He tested the degree of retraction of the noodles and quickly pulled them away. Before Qin Chuan could clearly see how the noodles were shaken to the length of a white rainbow dancing in the air, Mr. Gong had already put the noodles into the water.

A cloud of water vapor erratically surged in the room, flowing over the gold-rimmed glasses, almost soaking the corners of Qin Chuan's eyes.He took a deep breath, trying to force back the tears from the corners of his eyes, but a burst of hot air penetrated into his inner organs, stretching his limbs softly.

The last time someone cooked for him was before his mother died in the country.

Since then, his residence has always been a cold pot and a cold stove. No one shares his evening with him, and no one asks him how to warm his porridge.

In the first few years of working, he occasionally bought vegetables and cooked after get off work, but he stopped doing it later.It's not because Article No. 19 and Item 11 of the Chief Police Reward and Punishment Regulations expressly prohibit shopping in uniforms, but because there are always leftovers from cooking, and leftovers always go bad.

No matter how late he was on duty in investigating cases, he would still eat a bowl of hot supper at a roadside stall, borrowing the warmth from the clear soup or red oil for a while to warm his forever empty apartment.

The apartment is small, but the darkness is endless.

Once Qin Chuan was injured in an arrest operation, and after returning home, he developed a high fever due to wound infection.He left early and came back late, and he didn't know his neighbors well. He wanted to call for help to find a doctor, but he didn't even have the strength to speak.When he was dazed, he thought to himself that if he died someday, it would take a long time before someone would find out.

After all, he endured it by himself, and never thought about what he didn't have.He has long been used to being alone, and he must also get used to being alone, and it will not feel difficult as time goes by.

But people can't get used to it. Today, someone just brought him home—in fact, to a place that was completely unfamiliar to him. , I don't even want to speculate about where this body is now, where this heart is in the future, and where the other party's purpose is, but just want to cowardly wait for the noodles to come out of the pot.

Qin Chuan's face was very calm, but there was a struggle in his eyes behind the lens, like roaring waves lapping on the shore, one after another, endlessly washing over the crumbling dam in his heart.

No bacon was found, so Mr. Gong reluctantly cut a few slices of sausage and put it in the pot.The red and white sliced ​​meat sizzled when it met the oil, and the oil splashed. Mr. Gong didn't blink, he turned it over and fried it in one go. This expensive suit was smoked from the oil, and it seemed to be wasted again.

As soon as Qin Chuan sighed "violent waste", he was distracted by Mr. Gong's hand holding Yan Li.

As soon as the noodles come out of the pot, they are soaked in cold water, and the floating powder is immediately removed, and the shrinkage is smooth and tender.Mr. Gong poured out two plates, poured green sauce with milky aroma, served with a few pieces of oily sausage, and called Qin Chuan to serve.

Qin Chuan opened the cupboard as instructed, took out two glasses and washed them, then looked at the drawer, but hesitated for a moment.

Mr. Gong was not a person who talked about the rules, so he glanced at it and didn't comment.Qin Chuan took two pairs of chopsticks with peace of mind, and the two of them sat down at the small dining table in the kitchen, and began to eat a Chinese-style dinner.

Mr. Gong is extremely extravagant, and the chopsticks are also made of ivory and gold, which are really heavy. Qin Chuan is not used to them, but he has no intention of changing them to pure silver knives and forks. He took off his foggy glasses and put them aside, and asked, "What is What dish?"

Mr. Gong thought to himself, Qin Chuan's fingers really matched the ivory chopsticks.

He ate very elegantly, thinking about what he had, he swallowed a mouthful before answering: "Basil leaves."

Qin Chuan muttered while eating the noodles, and at the same time praised vaguely: "It's delicious."

Mr. Gong didn't eat much by himself, so he got up to open a bottle of wine, and condescendingly poured half a glass for Qin Chuan and himself: "If you stay here, you will be able to enjoy delicious delicacies on jade plates, delicacies from mountains and seas, silk and satin, and fragrant chariots." BMW picks at will, think about it?"

Qin Chuan still had some broken leaves sticking to the corner of his mouth, pretending to be a little silly: "What are you thinking about?"

Mr. Gong looked at him playfully: "Nuuuuuuuuuuuu."

Qin Chuan choked on a mouthful of wine and coughed violently: "Ahem...you say, cough, what?"

Mr. Gong raised his eyebrows: "Join the party."

Qin Chuan's whole figure was like a movie on a cassette, he stood still for a few seconds before showing a wry smile, and slowly put down his chopsticks.

finally come.

Mr. Gong took out a cigarette and picked out a cigarette, flipped the lighter lightly with his fingertips and lit it, and threw the remaining half of the box on the table: "Continue to eat yours. Before Qu Qiubai passed away, he left a suicide note titled "Excessive Words" ", has Team Qin watched it?"

Qin Chuan continued to eat the noodles with his head down, feeling a bit uninspired.

He knew that Mr. Gong himself didn't have much addiction to cigarettes, and he usually smoked with others.Smoking at this time is probably a serious topic.

Mr. Gong unhurriedly exhaled a string of uninterrupted smoke rings: "Qu Qiubai said: 'When I was very young, I somehow had a strange thought: Why should every scholar go to rule the country and the world? Wouldn’t it be good for me to find a certain kind of knowledge or literature and art to study?’ What does Team Qin think?”

Qin Chuan bit off a noodle: "Probably because at this moment, someone must rule the country and the world."

"Yeah, Shanghai seems to be economically prosperous, but in reality it's divided and surrounded by enemies, and the gold bricks on the floor are all on the backbone of the hungry people in the shack. No matter which doctrine pays attention to human rights, but when the country is in crisis, who can study it Literature and art?"

Qin Chuan looked up at Mr. Gong, he hadn't slept all night, his eyes were bloodshot, his handsome face was not covered by glasses, and his eyes were cold and bright: "Boss Gong—Director Gong, I don't know much about your situation in Yan'an. Title, are you trying to tell me that I don't have the right to choose?"

But Mr. Gong laughed, as if Qin Chuan's question was really funny: "Qin Chuan, you misunderstood me. I understand that you don't want to join the party struggle, and just want to do things according to your own preferences - for example, last night, your uncle It can be seen but not seen, no one will know that you have passed by, but you still choose to make up the knife to save Jiang Ting, just because you thought of Yan Yan."

Qin Chuan let out a breath, and then his eyes became more vigilant.

"You're thinking why I'm saying this? Because when you made your choice, you were already on the side of Yan Xie, Jiang Ting and me. If what happened last night is discovered, or if Team Yan is exposed one day, Nanjing will not believe that you are just a whim, and you who are closely related to him can only end up being tortured to death. The difference in the result is whether you have confessed us. You should be very clear about the reason why we would rather be killed than misplaced. .”

Cold sweat rose on Qin Chuan's back, quickly soaking his bristling hair.He was silent for a while before asking calmly: "You mean, if I join you, maybe I can get shelter in some future strife?"

Mr. Gong looked appreciatively: "As expected of Team Qin, you think very long-term. But this is not the most important thing. Now I want to tell you why you want to join us."

Qin Chuan took a sip of his wine calmly, and agate-like drops rolled into his thin, bloodless lips: "Please tell me."

Mr. Gong stared at him for a few seconds before he looked away: "It was only after being persuaded by Jiang Ting that Yan Xie realized that he had already set his sights on Yan'an."

This sentence contains a lot of information, Qin Chuan chewed it for a while before he realized it.

"Most wealthy intellectuals joined Yan'an on their own initiative, but Nanjing has always been an official before making a fortune. Sometimes they issue national bonds, and sometimes apply for appropriations. The proletariat, and the Nationalist government now makes a fortune by divorcing his wife and remarrying. It is impossible for those with crony status to get rid of their nepotism, so there are countless corrupt officials of the Kuomintang, and sooner or later they will reap the consequences. You don’t have to worry about last night’s impulse, then Essentially, it is because you trust Yan Xie’s character, morality, value judgment and life choices, so you treat the people he associates with differently. You have never been led astray because of him. As early as when you became brothers with him, you You're on the right track."

Qin Chuan took a deep breath in the smoke, avoiding Mr. Gong's sight: "I'm going to do the dishes."

When the smoke was burnt to the end, Mr. Gong threw it into the crystal ashtray casually. Looking at Qin Chuan's pretendingly calm but slightly confused back, the smile on his face deepened: "Leave it alone, someone will clean it up tomorrow. After working for two days, take a shower and rest."