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

Just as Qin Chuan was about to say something, Mr. Gong added calmly: "The gate and the guest bedroom are all locked, and I'm the only one in the house within a three-mile radius. Team Qin can only be wronged to sleep in the master bedroom."

Qin Chuan was having various thoughts in his mind, and he just nodded at this shameless moral arrangement—not that he wanted to sleep in the master bedroom with Mr. Gong, but that he clearly realized that he had no right to refuse .

Knowing current affairs is the most important part of Qin Chuan's philosophy of life.

But in fact, even if he suddenly found out last night that Jiang Ting had killed his colleagues in Nanjing, and that Mr. Gong came to support him, Yan Xie might be involved. He was surrounded by people from Yan'an, and he didn't instinctively reject him. Instead, he had a feeling that he should have Such a feeling - with Mr. Gong's wealth and knowledge, it is hard for Qin Chuan to imagine that he would be in the same boat as a vegetarian.

But he still asked tentatively: "The matter of the two or three customs clearance of treasury bills..."

"The money is either earned by me, or earned by others. In my hands, at least half of it can be sent to Lianghekou or the Yangtze River."

Mr. Gong blinked slightly.

At that moment, there seemed to be blood all over the place, flowing across the gorgeous carpet in an instant, and climbing up the trousers along the leather soles, flooding his eyelids in the blink of an eye, and evaporating into strands of blood, condensing into an inescapable net, tightening his grip. Every inch of his skin made him unable to move or breathe.

Until ten years later, 20 years later, or 30 years later, Qin Chuan could clearly recall Mr. Gong's expression at that time, the helplessness in his eyes succumbing to the current situation and the resulting perseverance, the fierce fighting instinct of the top beast in the jungle They are all so profound, to the point that even Qin Chuan will never forget them.

He said: "Under the current order, human life has a price, and the higher the position, the less exposed it is, so some people can only be sacrificed. I must step on their blood to go up and make greater contributions, until the mistake is broken. order and restore equality for all. Therefore, it is okay to fight by fighting, and it is okay to fight by fighting. It is okay to kill by killing.”

The plain and solemn word "kill" fell heavily, as if there was a world-shattering sword in the void, it screamed from the sky, the sound was like thunder, and it was deafening!

Qin Chuan lost his mind and followed Mr. Gong up the luxurious staircase, almost a vision in his heart, opening up the world.

The master bedroom is so big that it is almost borderless, with carved beams and paintings, luxurious paint, huge oil paintings hanging on the wall, even the bedposts are carved into characters in Western mythology, and all the furnishings are not much different from European emperors' bedrooms. Team Qin will not be wronged.

Qin Chuan glanced at Jesus who had his arms outstretched, carrying a holy light: "You grew up abroad, why didn't you believe in Orthodox, Catholic, or Protestant?"

Mr. Gong turned around and threw a moon white organdy nightgown to Qin Chuan, and smiled contemptuously upon hearing this.

At that moment, his figure was so tall and straight, like a snow-covered pine and cypress: "Christianity always advises people to endure suffering and wait for God's redemption... I don't believe in this, and I don't want to wait."

Qin Chuan smiled back.

This is the most sincere expression of each other since they met each other without any pretense and politeness. The expression is full of joy and joy, and the barriers disappear in an instant. The peace and prosperity are all in this smile.

Qin Chuan couldn't remember exactly what happened that night.

It's hard to tell whether it's a moment or an eternity. Thousands of sensuality and beauty come one after another, swooping down with the Xuanxia wind, moistening the barren wilderness into a luxuriant style.

There is karmic fire burning from the three souls and seven souls, and there is thunder piercing through the pile of snow and jade.

It is the golden cudgel smashing the dragon palace, and the peony heart dripping with dew.

The ten feet of soft red are upside down, the beaded gauze tent is shaking, and the brocade is soaked by the thin quilt.

After tossing deeper and deeper, the two of them took another bath.

Qin Chuan tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, so Mr. Gong carried him to sit on the sofa on the terrace outside, and used his lips to trace over and over again the corners of his eyelashes and brows that were wet with water vapor.

The night is like overturned Hui ink, covering the entire scroll of heaven and earth.

However, the moonlight traveled thousands of miles and finally fell on the world, reflecting the bright lights of Shanghai at night.It is the sparkling light on the Huangpu River, the silver frost on the Lugou Bridge thousands of miles away, the pure white line of glazed tiles in the Forbidden City, and the jade pendant on the treetops of the willow bank in the south of the Yangtze River.

Wu Nong's soft words, Yanzhao elegy, Chu palace's fragrant grass, Chang'an harp, and Jinling towers are all in the same volume of history.

This month is the month when Li Bai "called it a white jade plate", and it is also the month when Zhang Ruoxu "should shine on the mirror of leaving people's makeup".

This world is the world where Qu Yuan "sorrows for the hardships of the people's livelihood", and it is also the world where Du Fu "family letters are worth ten thousand gold".

This is Wen Tianxiang's broken mountains and rivers where "there are few stars around him", and it is also Liang Qichao's young China where "the future is like the sea and the future is bright".

Micro man, who I go?

In the long silent night, Qin Chuan suddenly felt safe and secure like never before.

Liu Mengwei said: One side of my destiny is as red as blood.

His heart is like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon. After filtering out all impurities, the real soul struggles out and faces the sky with its true colors.

Since then, Qin Chuan has become the second owner of this villa.

At the top of the building, there is a feast of fairy language, and the fragrance of sheng is blowing at the bottom of the tent.

There is a flower stand of catkins on the terrace, iced wine is placed on the table, and lush green waves are swaying from the ivy vines.Qin Chuan bought a few EMI records, and they listened to Li Keyi's "Wat on the Bed" and Li Zhengmin's "Yutangchun" under the bright sun.

In the Xipi guide or running water, Qin Chuan rested on Mr. Gong's lap, listening to Mr. Gong reading newspapers and periodicals to him, telling him where the Red Guards on the Shaanxi-Gansu border had gone, or discussing how to get supplies to the front - Qin Chuan already knew at that time All of Mr. Liao Gong's factories, including this house, exist as a base. These few acres of seemingly empty underground extend in all directions, full of air-raid shelters, warehouses and tunnels.

In June 1935, the British government sent economic consultant Sir Frederick Leith Rose to China to participate in discussions on currency reform.The purpose of the UK is to protect its own economic interests in China.

During that time, Mr. Gong almost rummaged through the books on numismatics. They sometimes rummaged through the red sandalwood bookcases piled up along the wall. Qin Chuan was always very careful, lest he touch the engraved green clay inscriptions. Mr. Gong saw He was cautious, but laughed out loud.

After hearing the news of the currency reform, bankers and industrialists kept coming to inquire about the Ministry of Finance's movements. They chatted and began to discuss how bureaucracy penetrated into the national economy. The "Salt and Iron Theory" sent by Qin Chuan came in handy. use.

The article "Two Investigations of China's Financial Status Quo" written by the Economic Research Office of the Bank of China was written by Mr. Gong. The pages of that issue of Oriental Magazine were thinned by Qin Chuan, and the spine of the book was also a bit scattered. It will open to that page naturally.

Before the rain, the dragon well was placed in a green iron tube. Qin Chuan was very good at making tea. Mr. Gong didn’t know how to taste tea. He just stared at Qin Chuan’s fingers holding the pot, like the white porcelain of Ding Kiln, too delicate to hold. He couldn't even breathe easily.

The finger would toss the silver dollar he had given into the air, catch it, and toss it into the air again.

The reflection of the silver circle was very bright in the sun, but Mr. Gong went to the garden to pick a rose, cut the thorns himself and handed it to Qin Chuan. Qin Chuan's eyes were even brighter then.

Mr. Gong looked at the red rose, which was the morning glow when the sun was rising in the sky, and it was also Qin Chuan's cheek when he was sweating and panting.

Qin Chuan once pretended to mention the "Book of Changes" casually, and asked Mr. Wengong's watch name and birthday along the way.

Mr. Gong thought for a while, and said solemnly: "I will stand when I turn around the New Year, and I will take 'Thirty' as the sign."

Qin Chuan glanced at him with a half-smile, but when he turned around, he secretly remembered the four-poster horoscope of the two of them, and it was a good idea to find someone. The next day, he wore a police uniform and went to a fortune-telling booth in the name of inspection, and finally heard what he wanted to hear. .

Tagore said: Silence is a virtue, but keeping silent in front of the person you like is a kind of cowardice.

Mr. Gong never felt that he was cowardly, but he always rejoiced that he did not have time to be brave.

One day when passing by Kaiming Bookstore, Qin Chuan bought a copy of "Iron Horse Collection" and gave it to Mr. Gong. At that time, they should have thought that purity is restricted by reality.

The mosquito-repellent incense in the room was lit and burned slowly, the little pennant was swaying, and gradually only a small red flagpole was left, which withered into gray and white curled powder.

On May 1935, 5, Lu Haifang, a communist traitor, was arrested and confessed all the secrets he knew, and took the initiative to lead his spies to arrest his superiors.

In the next few months, the Kuomintang authorities followed the clues and successively arrested and executed several Soviet Red Army Intelligence Department and Communist Party personnel.

On August 8, in the name of the Provisional Central Government of the Chinese Soviet Republic and the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, the □□ delegation to the Communist International issued the "Message to the Compatriots of the Whole Country for Anti-Japanese and National Salvation", calling on all parties, all walks of life, and all armies in the country to stop the civil war and concentrate on All forces to resist Japan and save the country.

One night, Mr. Gong gave Qin Chuan a pair of pure gold glasses with gold rims, and asked him if he would like to ride with him on the Tianshan Mountains, capture dragons in the South China Sea, and see the five mountains, rivers and mountains.

Qin Chuan didn't say yes or no, after all, it was too far away.

Mr. Gong put aside these unrealistic thoughts and asked him if he wanted to go to the theater in a few days.

Qin Chuan looked at him with a contemptuous look: "Do you understand? Won't you fall asleep?"

Mr. Gong grabbed his waist and pulled him back into his arms: "I want to listen to "Si Lang Visits His Mother", just listen to the phrase 'I came from the south and you are here, and the marriage of thousands of miles will lead you by a thread'."

Mr. Gong seems to have forgotten to tell Qin Chuan that he is half of Soviet blood, just as Qin Chuan forgot to tell Mr. Gong that his father was the deputy mayor of a neighboring city.