National treasure

When spring comes, Zhong Zhe is writing a letter, not using a computer, not clicking the keyboard, but using paper and pen, in the traditional and ancient way, writing a few beautiful lines on embossed white cardboard paper running script.

There were only a few letters to be written, and the black ink against the white paper was so vivid, Zhong Zhe suddenly thought, this is what people call black and white.

When writing becomes cheap and misused today, when too many people forget its original purpose, especially in our nation that still uses hieroglyphs - people forget that they were once sacred, oaths and spells , It can communicate with heaven and earth, and it is said that it has divine power.

The attitude of these letters is so solemn, from paper, pen and ink to packaging and delivery, but the content is unexpectedly warm and warm. It is a different family greeting at the beginning of each letter, and the same sincere invitation at the end.

Thank you for having you in my life.

I, Zhong Zhe, met the person who needs to write down the oath in black and white, please allow me to share the overflowing joy with you, and bring you joy and happiness.

At the turn of spring and summer, there were no more than a dozen relatives and friends of the two parties as guests, and they came to an unknown private island in the Caribbean to witness a small wedding.

The couple in black and white dresses are so beautiful that even the camera can hardly accommodate them. Dream is the only description for this wedding.

After the wedding, relatives and friends continued to stay on the island to enjoy themselves, and the newlyweds began their honeymoon trip.

No one knew, they quietly returned to Huaxia.

In the south, in an ordinary countryside, there is a simple farmyard with a flat concrete floor in front of the yard, an old grape climbing vine for shade, two pear trees leaning against the corner to bloom, and some scattered trees behind the yard. In the vegetable field, there is a wooden shed that is now idle.

Zhong Zhe was very curious about everything he saw. He turned into the two-story hut, and Cheng Ling pointed to him the single room on the west side, with four white walls, two maps pasted on it, a simple single bed, a desk, and bookshelves all over the wall. , there are all types of books on it, just as Zhong Zhe thought, the whole space looks quiet and extremely neat.

This is the place where Cheng Ling grew up, the atmosphere filled the whole space, time stagnates here, forming a long river, following every scene and every thing like waves to beat Zhong Zhe.

Silently, Cheng Ling pointed to the bed, the only chair in the hut was short, and he signaled Zhong Zhe to do whatever he wanted.

Zhong Zhe casually took out a book of poems from the bookshelf, and instead of sitting upright, he leaned directly on the bed.

He opened it and saw that there was a book of the Misty School among the pile of Tang poems and Song Ci, which happened to be picked by him by such a coincidence.

He laughed, turned to a certain page at random, nodded to the verse above, and read out in satisfaction——

wind blowing smoke

The orchard screams quietly beside me

hands labor

Soothe the soul

After Cheng Ling listened, he pulled him up with the corners of his mouth hooked, and pulled him into his arms. Their eyes met and they breathed each other. Zhong Zhe just bit his lips and looked away when he was in a hurry. Cheng Ling couldn't see his naughtiness. Bullying his upper body, he wiped his earlobe and exhaled, "You urged me to "Rebuild Home" so early?"

Zhong Zhe bit his lips and suppressed a smile, his eyelashes flickered, "How long has this house been closed, there is no Internet, TV, or computer, why don't you hurry up and do something during the day? When it gets dark, you can't do anything. Just keep reading."

Cheng Ling was noncommittal, "The truth is, when I lived here, I seldom read books at night." He finally lost his patience, and gently bit Zhong Zhe's earlobe, "I like to sleep and sleep until dawn."

The tip of his tongue rolled Zhong Zhe's earlobe along with the ambiguous words, as if he was suddenly struck by an electric current, and numbness ran all over his body. Zhong Zhe couldn't help hooking Cheng Ling's back, half leaning and half hanging on it.

Cheng Ling was very satisfied with his "throwing into his arms" gesture, and decided to make persistent efforts, continuing to concentrate on the tip of his tongue. He teased him until his mouth made small noises. He closed the slightly parted lips, as if they had just committed some unforgivable sin, obviously he tried his best to seduce them, but he blamed them for not being strong enough, and ordered the two lips to suffer too fierce punishment .

The collection of poems finally slipped from Zhong Zhe's fingers, and his spine fell on the soft bed. The pages flew and folded in one place.

The ink at the crease meanders—

"I don't care about humans tonight, I just want you."

The night that disregarded human beings soon fell in the small courtyard of the world, tumbling, and only the time of each other passed by in the blink of an eye.Obviously, the body feels long and full, but in the mind, it is all vague and absurd dreams.

In the early morning, the mist hangs lightly between the sky and the earth, and the water color is like smoke.

Zhong Zhe looked at the tea gardens all over the mountains and plains in front of him, followed behind Cheng Ling, along the winding path like a fairyland, and gradually circled to the back of the village, where there was a peaceful place of rest.

They laid out the fruits, vegetables and flowers they brought in order, Zhong Zhe stood behind, leaving Cheng Ling alone in front of the grave for a moment.

On the way back, Zhong Zhe looked at Cheng Ling, "Do the parents know?"

Cheng Ling nodded silently, and after walking a few steps, he suddenly smiled and said, "I've been stubborn since I was a child, and my grandpa always said that I couldn't be held back. Children, there is nothing that can't be held back, they just can't bear it..."

So, now, still, definitely still can't beat him.

With a smile on his face, Cheng Ling felt the golden light of the morning sun piercing through the mist, and wrapped his arms around Zhong Zhe's shoulders. The two walked down the mountain together in four steps.

Tea Village is an ancient village. At the foot of the mountain, there is an old town left over from the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The old street in the town has become half a tourist attraction, and many new towns have been built around it, but they are far away from the tourist routes. The place is still the atmosphere of the old life in the past.

Zhong Zhe was wearing a plain white casual suit of fine linen, which unexpectedly seemed harmonious and compatible with all these.He watched Cheng Ling use dialect to talk to the old man's parents, buy all kinds of things, and sometimes push a few green onions back and forth. Infected by this life and enthusiasm, Zhong Zhe put his hands on the green stone road and laughed.

The old lady grabbed Cheng Ling's hand and stuffed him with a pack of rock candy, but she looked straight at Zhong Zhe for a long time before muttering.

Cheng Ling laughed out loud, and while taking out the money, he turned around and said to the young master who was shining in the sunlight, "Am praises you for your good looks (handsome)."

Zhong Zhe came over. He was used to being praised since he was a child. He guessed that he was good-looking. He blinked and smiled generously, "I will continue to buy from E-Mum tomorrow."

The two strolled back to the courtyard. Cheng Ling set up a simple brick stove in the courtyard, and cooked the seasonal sour plum soup with the ebony plums bought from Amu. Zhexiang discovered the New World.

Cheng Ling followed him to explore around, then turned around and walked to the kitchen in the house.

In the kitchen that was tidied up yesterday, several kinds of freshly picked melons and vegetables have been placed. It is the neighbor who usually occupies the vegetable field behind Cheng Ling's house. Knowing that he has returned, he tidied up the vegetable garden in the morning and specially sent some.

Zhong Zhe followed, curiously picking up a thick green bean shell, "What is this?"

"Broad beans, have you ever eaten?" Cheng Ling looked at him.

"Probably not. I have eaten edamame, that kind of small."

Cheng Ling took the bean shell and peeled it off for Zhong Zhe to see. Zhong Zhe shook his head uncertainly, "Even if I ate it, it was a long time ago. I don't have any impression."

Cheng Ling explained: "This food is very seasonal. If you don't make time when you return to China, you won't eat it."

Zhong Zhe looked interesting. Inside the thick and soft shell of broad beans, it was like a bed of white cotton wrapped in round mung beans. "Do you have to peel these off?" Cheng Ling nodded, but stopped Zhong Zhe's eager hand , "This one will turn your hands black, just watch it."

Zhong Zhe raised his eyebrows, obediently let go of his hands, and turned to look at the freshly bought river prawns.The shrimps were swimming in a basin full of clear water. He became playful and poked the head of the largest male shrimp with his hand. The frightened blue shrimp jumped high and rushed out with a string of water droplets. pot.

"what."

Hearing the sound of causing trouble without much sincerity, Cheng Ling turned his head, put down the half-peeled beans, bent over in three or two steps, and choked the shrimp in one go.

"I caught it a few times but didn't catch it. How did you get it done in one go?"

Zhong Zhe stared. These things are small and slippery, and they bounce around endlessly. He doesn't think they are easy to grasp.

Cheng Ling looked at him helplessly, "Don't look at them as they are not big and stretch out their hands. If they are pinched by the male shrimp's pincers, they will still hurt for several days."

Zhong Zhe blinked, "Have you been caught?"

"When I was young, I helped the adults in my family to do a lot of work. Shrimp are nothing, but being caught by crabs is more painful."

Zhong Zhe stepped over in two steps, and hooked Cheng Ling from the side, "Well, what were you like when you were young?"

Cheng Ling took the pod and turned to him unhurriedly, showing his usual expression of thinking, with downcast eyes and a calm expression.

"Handsome and brave."

what……

Zhong Zhe laughed, and Cheng Ling said without hesitation: "Uh, the left side of the desk is the second drawer from bottom to top."

After successfully sending away the curious baby in the kitchen, Cheng Ling's cooking speed increased significantly. It seems that the two of them still have a chance to catch up with the meal time.

In the room on the west side, Zhong Zhe, who was sitting at the desk looking through old photo albums, took out an old color photo with a distinct film feel.In the camera, the young man is handsome and silent, with a youthful expression, but his eyes can penetrate old papers and years and shine a firm light.

Zhong Zhe stared at the photo, as if someone had peeled off the thick and hard bean shell, revealing the green body to him, which was unexpected, and it seemed that he already knew that the person he loved had such a core.

In the photo, the tall and thin boy was standing by the river bank in a little embarrassment, drenched all over, surrounded by messy people and things, like some kind of construction site.

Looking at the photo in his hand, Zhong Zhe was suddenly blessed. He flipped the paper over and found that there was a blue ballpoint writing obliquely written on the back: Salute to our little hero.Signed by Mincheng Daily, photographer Wang Cong.

The green pickles have been chopped into fine pieces, sautéed with oil, and the peeled green beans are added. When the fresh, salty and fragrant pastoral atmosphere fills the kitchen, Zhong Zhe appeared outside the door waving a photo.

"Hey, my hero, is this your first mission?"

Cheng Ling smiled lightly, stopped his movements, but didn't look up, his eyes were full of memories, Zhong Zhe had a strong desire to trace the side face in the light and shadow.

"Someone violated the regulations and did not take protective measures. A child was involved in the drain. It was summer vacation. I was going to the town to post a letter. I just passed by and jumped down."

"How old were you then?"

"Thirteen or fourteen?" Speaking of this, Cheng Ling suddenly shook his head and twitched his lips, "When I got home, let alone eating hot soup and rice, I was beaten half to death by the old man at home, and the old lady saved me. Two The old man has only one daughter, my mother, and you know my parents passed away very early, and they were still martyrs, so the old man is very concerned about what happened to me that day."

"It's a good thing you retired, otherwise I would have minded to some extent. I have to worry about losing every day... It is probably impossible not to mind such a day."

Cheng Ling looked at Zhong Zhe, but he didn't expect him to say it so bluntly.

Putting down the fried watercress in his hand, Cheng Ling walked over slowly, took the person in front of him into his arms, and hugged him tightly.

He lowered his head and kissed Zhong Zhe's forehead, heart and eyebrows, and said in a deep voice: "A person's life should be loyal to what he loves and serve what he loves. I have already served my country, and I hope that I can serve you for the rest of my life."

Zhong Zhe, who was speechless for a long time, withdrew from Cheng Ling's arms after a while.

He smiled and shook his head, "Have you ever heard that sentence - You have enough water to drink, so you take the opportunity to say something nice, so you don't have to give me food?"

Cheng Ling was completely amused, "Get the food, let's eat under the scaffolding in the courtyard."

Zhong Zhe nodded, and took the watercress and bowls and chopsticks. Cheng Ling followed behind him, holding the fried river prawns and fresh white-cut pork belly in water, and a cup of soy sauce with fresh prawns that had lost their eyebrows as a dipping sauce.

The two sat under the vines, the iced sour plum soup with rock sugar was rich and sour, the green watercress was salty and refreshing, the red shrimp was spicy and sweet, and the pure white pork belly was mellow and satisfying.

Zhong Zhe just lowered his head to eat the watercress and pork belly slices, and when he looked up, he saw three or five peeled shrimps lying on the porcelain plate in front of him. Seeing him looking up, Cheng Ling poured a spoonful of soy sauce on them in due course.

Zhong Zhe was stunned, stretched out his chopsticks to pick one up, and put it into his mouth to taste carefully. After eating, his beautiful eyes seemed to be lit up, and he glanced at the person at the opposite table without hesitation.

After lunch, Zhong Zhe had to pace around the main room, "If you feed me with all your heart for a few weeks, I will get fatter."

Cheng Ling stood up from the rattan armchair, "No, now the amount of exercise is heavy at night, and according to my estimation, when they cooperate with each other proficiently, they will also increase the amount of exercise during the day."

He was so serious from his words to his tone, but it directly made Zhong Zhe's ears red. The scene of last night flashed for no reason. He couldn't be sure whether Cheng Ling was telling the truth, whether he was deliberately teasing him, or he was the same Expressing a rigorous attitude makes people unable to speak.

He stopped and stayed there, it was Cheng Ling's turn to walk over, lowered his head and approached, his eyelids were lowered to cover his eyes, with the familiar expressionless silence on his face.

His voice was as deep as a bell, as clear as last night, and there was a hint of imperceptible joy when he spoke, "Why, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold you, and I won't be able to do those poses in the future?"

Those various postures played in the air... Finally, Zhong Zhe's face turned red in an instant.

Maybe we can buy some peaches to eat tomorrow, Cheng Ling looked at the person in front of him, and suddenly got inspiration.

At the end of dinner, Zhong Zhe was a little too lazy to talk to Cheng Ling after he ate his belly full again. He felt that this guy did it on purpose. Afterwards, Cheng Ling talked about him from left to right, obviously on purpose.

Seeing that Zhong Zhe was dissatisfied, Cheng Ling hid his smile and pulled him up, "Let's go to the lotus pond for a walk."

The night in the mountains was black, as if there were countless broken beads rolling on the black velvet, "I haven't seen such a starry sky for many years, you can see that the Big Dipper is so clear, all the stars are so close to set, the kind that can be touched It feels like it's coming back."

Zhong Zhe sighed: "After my father's accident, I have never gone mountain skiing again. Speaking of which, the stars in winter nights will be farther away, but they are still dense and shining."

He turned to the people around him, "Shall we go skiing this winter?"

Cheng Ling only replied with one word, "Okay."

Zhong Zhe was completely unaccustomed to the wild without human lighting. On the way back, he staggered, and Cheng Ling grabbed his hand tightly and made him fall firmly into his arms.

"Eating too much made my reaction slow." Zhong Zhe complained, and tried again without giving up.

Cheng Ling sighed, and finally said, "There is a saying that if you want to grasp a man's heart, you must first grasp his stomach. As a man, I think it makes sense, especially after going through the temptation of two meals today, I think it is feasible for you." , but obviously the single tactical assumption is too weak, so my adjusted strategy is to use the entire honeymoon to firmly grasp you in the palm of my hand. Of course, in addition to using food as bait, I will also use color in tactics, um, basically It’s a two-pronged approach to achieve the mission.”

Although the surroundings were pitch black and Cheng Ling's expression could not be seen at all, Zhong Zhe, who was stunned, could completely describe Cheng Ling's rigorous and confident strategic and tactical reporting face.

Zhong Zhe suddenly sympathized with Cheng Ling's boss. When the old boss Feng Yishi was playing with his wife and children on a private island thousands of miles away, he suddenly sneezed.

Of course, Cheng Ling's subordinates must have suffered even more. Unsurprisingly, the shit-shoveling officer who was lying on the sofa a few hundred kilometers away and admiring his official employment contract sneezed too.

Looking at the lights in the small courtyard, Zhong Zhe turned his palms while walking, interlocking fingers with Cheng Ling.

"Cheng Ling..."

"Ok?"

"Are you worried that we will be separated soon, and possibly for a long time?"

After the honeymoon is over, Cheng Ling will return to the base to continue serving as an instructor. Every time there is a closed training mission, he will not be able to leave the base for several months, and he will even cut off all communication with Zhong Zhe.

Zhong Zhe didn't wait for Cheng Ling's reply, so he went on to say his own, "You know, when you're not around, I also have a lot of things to do, I'm used to flying around and often not at home, so you Don't worry about me. We agreed, I will wait for your schedule, and any time you contact me, I will fly, after all, my work schedule is much more flexible than yours. "

"Well, you've been very flexible."

For some reason, when Zhong Zhe heard these words, he always felt that the wind in the countryside made him shiver.

In the next few days, Zhong Zhe felt that something was wrong, perhaps because he exposed Cheng Ling's thoughts, or because he was used to being "flexible" as he wanted, which made people feel uneasy.In short, someone seems to have taken the opportunity to retaliate against him severely. For example, the amount of exercise has clearly increased from night to day.

"Go to the grocery store in town tomorrow."

Cheng Ling couldn't remember the last time Zhong Zhe made a request. In terms of material, he always had everything.

Cheng Ling asked softly, "What do you want?"

"The bell is for calling for help in the middle of the night."

Before Zhong Zhe finished speaking, he started running, and Cheng Ling chased him out. The two of them played circles in the yard like a cat catching a mouse, until the mouse was caught, and he couldn't stop laughing after being punished.

Zhong Zhe wanted to stop the war and beg for mercy because someone took him for food.

Now Cheng Ling’s daily schedule is as follows. After a nap, two rounds of afternoon tea in the twilight will be served, followed by a formal dinner. It’s not difficult at all to eat clean three or four times throughout the night. Going to sleep exhausted, and getting up in the morning, it is necessary to have a good and filling breakfast, which is sometimes as rich as dinner.

In this way, from twilight to dawn, not to mention seven times of incarnation as a hungry wolf, it is estimated that it would not be difficult for some people to do it several more times.

The hardest part is Zhong Zhe, who is in good health and is terrified of being torn apart. This feeling is faithfully reflected in the mirror a few days later. In the bathroom, the person in the mirror is haggard with two big dark circles under his eyes. But it has a decadent beauty that is addictive and difficult to quit. This dark temperament not only did not damage the beauty of the person in the mirror, but made people want to bully him even more.

Zhong Zhe glanced at himself again, and patted the mirror obediently. He turned around and was about to go out, when Cheng Ling appeared behind him without saying a word. He let go of his hands resting on his chest, and rubbed Zhong Zhe into his arms. Prying his lips and tongue open, the tide of emotion was raging and passionate, just when Zhong Zhe thought he couldn't help but move on to the next step, he raised his head and kissed his eyelids, and let him go.

Someone who is too physically strong has kept restraint since then. During the entire vacation, Cheng Ling tortured him for four days in the first seven days, and he thoughtfully let him adapt to it in the first two days, and even let him rest for a day in the middle .

Later, the bell was bought, but instead of being put on the table, someone tied it up with a red string and hung it around Ruyu's neck when the moon rose...

In the middle of the night, when the bell rang, he bit his lip and said, "The only person you can ask for help is me."

His lips and tongue moved down, and suddenly swallowed the bell, the crisp sound stopped abruptly, and the originally suppressed fine voice jumped out of the silence, amplified, reverberated, and wept with the rhythm.

One night when the honeymoon was coming to an end, Zhong Zhe woke up in the early hours of the morning. He withdrew from Cheng Ling's arms, turned over twice, suddenly fell asleep, and opened his eyes to look at the bed curtains.

After a while, Cheng Ling stretched out his long arms to hug him, and unknown insects sang softly all around, and he heard him mumble, "I love you."

Even in such a late night, in a dream, I can't forget the reminder.

Everything was quiet, only Cheng Ling's hand gently caressing the back of his neck, that wordless comfort comforted his whole body, Zhong Zhe felt so strong for a moment that he wanted to cry, his heart trembled, as Cheng Ling slowly moved closer , Dissipated without a trace in the long kiss without desire.

"I love you, you know?"

It was lighter and more vague, Cheng Ling quickly let go of him and continued to sleep.

The next day, at breakfast in the morning, Zhong Zhe asked about last night, but he didn't expect that Cheng Ling would completely deny it.

He even said that it was Zhong Zhe himself who drank too much and dreamed last night. They drank a lot of locally brewed rice wine last night.

Zhong Zhe was very surprised. He never thought that Cheng Ling, who can be honest even when he makes mistakes in a mission, would bite to death and refuse to admit a lie.

He is no longer a child, so of course he won't be chasing him for a dream.

After that, naturally, until the end of the honeymoon, he never heard him say anything like that again.

After parting, Zhong Zhe, who boarded a private jet, accidentally found a note from the inner pocket of his suit before going to bed, and he opened it in doubt.

There is some unfamiliar handwriting on it, the font is rigorous and correct, like an old pedant.

I want to live with you

in a small town

share the endless twilight

and the endless ringing of bells

The last word "clock" is underlined with double horizontal lines, as if afraid that someone will not be able to read the double entendre.

Facing the note torn from the exercise book, Zhong Zhe bit his lip and smiled for a long time.

The author has something to say: the last four poems are from Tsvetayeva's "I Want to Live with You", preceded by Haizi's poem.