Si Nian is like a play

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When Yu Hanming appeared in Zhou Moqin's office with a cigarette in his mouth, Zhou Moqin was sitting behind his desk with a painful expression and supported his head.Yu Hanming glanced at him with interest, stepped forward and flicked the ash in his hand into the ashtray on the desk.

Zhou Moqin frowned, and said displeasedly, "Don't smoke in my office."

"Don't let people smoke, why put an ashtray." Yu Hanming smiled, "I heard that you arrested several anti-Japanese activists today, have you interrogated them? It seems that you are not in good spirits, how about I help you go?" It's a trial."

"My job doesn't bother the director." Zhou Moqin raised his head, trying his best to hide his pain, and his sternness when he resumed work.

"How did I hear that you interrogated one of them yourself? What's the matter? Let it go?"

Hearing him mention Si Nian, Zhou Moqin gave him a calm look, "What are you doing?"

Yu Hanming chuckled a few times, with a half-hearted smile, "Zhou Moqin, I've worked with you for so many years, you've been against me everywhere, and finally let me catch your pigtails once, that person is your little love, right?" , He came all the way, but you didn’t feel sorry for him, and you left in anger, that’s your fault.”

"Director Yu, our grievances are our business. If you involve other people, don't blame Zhou for being rude." Zhou Moqin stared into Yu Hanming's eyes with a frightening light.

Yu Hanming narrowed his eyes, "Why bother to get angry, I originally asked someone to arrange a place for him to live in, but your lover is still a temper mate, so he left without even looking at him, hey, this matter is going to make a fuss It’s not very good to go to Chairman Wang.”

After Yu Hanming finished speaking, he put out the cigarette butt that had already been burned out in the ashtray, and went out without looking back.Zhou Moqin looked at his back, his right hand had already put the gun on his waist, but he didn't move anymore.

He still can't do anything to him now, not to mention that he is the director who is equal to him, Zhou Moqin has to be scrupulous about Wang Jingwei's recent reuse of him.

Yu Hanming's frequent provocations made Zhou Moqin feel a little uneasy. Could it be that they have begun to doubt him?

On the second floor of the small hotel on Tonghua Road, Su Sinian was sitting on the bed, motionless. The baggage he had left when he came to Shanghai was placed on the floor next to the bed, unopened, as if he had maintained such a posture since he entered this room.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the already small room looked even darker. There was a desk lamp by the bedside. Su Sinian turned his head slightly and reached out to turn on the light, but he touched the thick dust on it.This desk lamp was like a damp quilt, reminding Su Sinian of his despair at the moment.

Shanghai, which was originally thought to be full of hope, collapsed when it saw Zhou Moqin's dark green military uniform.

It’s the same military uniform, which looked so dazzling in Nanjing before, but now it’s just a different color, and it’s full of hatred when you look at it again.

He would never forget what the man who wore this kind of clothes had done to him, what he had done to his parents.

Touching the little ocean left in the package, he didn't know where he was going next, Nanjing, he would not go back again, but apart from Nanjing, he had no familiar places or people he knew.

In the era of war and chaos, everyone was in danger, and no one cared about the life and death of an actor.

With a self-deprecating smile, he walked to the window and looked at Shanghai, where the night was coming. This city was bustling, lively, dark, and terrifying.Disgusted from the bottom of his heart, he lowered his eyes and was about to close the window. As far as he could see, there was a familiar person standing downstairs.

Su Sinian's heart skipped a beat.

With hatred.

Without thinking about it, he closed the window forcefully, and a layer of dust formed on the window edge that hadn't been cleaned for a long time. He coughed a few times, and not long after, there was a knock on the door.

He collected himself and went to open the door.

If you want to understand, it's better to explain clearly in person.

Zhou Moqin changed into his regular clothes, a dark overcoat, and a brown scarf. Su Sinian recognized this scarf and it was given to him when he was in Nanjing.His eyes only stayed on the scarf for a few seconds, and he turned sideways to let the person into the room.

Zhou Moqin looked around the dark and damp room, and said distressedly, "Sinian, go live in a better place, this place is easy to get sick."

Su Sinian didn't even look at him, just sat down on the edge of the bed, and said coldly, "Tell me what you have to say, and leave quickly, I feel sick even if I look at you even more."

Zhou Moqin's footsteps paused, as if there was something twisted hard on his chest, it hurt so much, he walked over and squatted in front of Su Sinian in a good-tempered manner, caressing his face, "Sinian, I haven't seen you for so long , don't you miss me?"

His palms were warm and moist, covered with a thin layer of sweat, for no reason it reminded Su Sinian of those days when he was imprisoned in Nanjing, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and he slapped his hands away violently, angrily Said, "Don't touch me."

Zhou Moqin's eyes darkened, he withdrew his hand awkwardly, not knowing what to do with himself, he was silent for a while, and asked him slowly, "Then where are you going next? If you stay in Shanghai, I'll help you find a good house."

"I'm not staying here."

"You won't forgive me."

"No." Su Sinian said these two words almost without hesitation.Those unspeakable experiences gradually merged with the people in front of him, overturning all the good things in the past, like a thorny vine, entrenched in his heart, every time his heart beat, he felt pain.

He never thought that Zhou Moqin would become a lackey of the Japanese.

Zhou Moqin sighed and lit a cigarette, the smell of tobacco diffused in the small room, bringing him some comfort, the scarlet cigarette butt was halfway lit, he said, "Why don't you kill me. "

Su Sinian looked at him in shock as if he had misheard.

Zhou Moqin smiled, "If you don't forgive me, I might as well die."

Su Sinian stood up, opened the door, and said expressionlessly, "If you don't leave, then I will."

Seeing that he was annoyed, Zhou Moqin got up quickly, "I'm going, don't go out and run around at night, it's not safe outside." After speaking, he took a step closer to Su Sinian, as if he wanted to reach out and touch his face again, Su Sinian avoided it without a trace.

The sound of closing the door was like a heavy sigh, separating them in two worlds.

There are still unburned cigarette butts in the ashtray of the bedside table, scattered sparks, exhaling a fascinating smell.

Su Sinian put on his coat, went downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes, imitated Zhou Moqin's example and took a deep puff, coughing a lot. In the past, he never touched such things in order to protect his throat, but now he has no scruples anymore.

"If you don't know how to smoke, don't smoke so hard. Be careful not to hurt your lungs." An unfamiliar voice sounded behind him, and Su Sinian turned his head to see that it was the person he met outside Zhou Moqin's office during the day.

He was wearing a military uniform and was looking at himself with a smile on his face.

Su Sinian frowned and didn't intend to pay attention to him. He dropped the cigarette butt and stamped it out with his foot, and was about to turn around and go upstairs.

"Do you want to know what Zhou Moqin did?" Yu Hanming asked.

Su Sinian paused for a second, without looking back, "I don't want to."

Yu Hanming stepped forward to block his way, and said with a smile, "Don't go back in a hurry, go have a drink with me, and I'll tell you all about Zhou Moqin's crimes, such as how many underground party members he killed, how many anti-Japanese elements he captured, and... ..."

"Shut up!" Su Sinian interrupted him, "No one wants to hear this, don't tell me you've told me everything, aren't you just like him?"

"I am, but I am honest with myself. In this world, only by facing yourself bravely can you live a stable life. Are you right, Mr. Su?"

Su Sinian was not surprised how he found out his name, and he didn't intend to continue to entangle with him. When he turned around to go upstairs, someone grabbed his wrist, and before he could break free, he heard a gunshot.

Yu Hanming fell down behind him, blood splashed out from the hit head, staining Su Sinian's only coat.

Zhou Moqin stood behind them, putting away his gun with a sullen face.

Su Sinian clenched his fists desperately to restrain his trembling body.During the time when he was imprisoned in Nanjing, he was used to seeing life and death scenes, but now he was extremely terrified.He watched Zhou Moqin approaching him without moving, and wiped the blood off his face, "Don't be afraid."

"Zhou Moqin, so that's how you killed people." Su Sinian heard herself say.

"That's damn him, I've wanted to kill him for a long time."

Su Sinian was finally willing to look up at Zhou Moqin, "He deserves to die, but haven't you killed others so effortlessly? The Communist Party or the so-called anti-Japanese elements captured by you?"

Zhou Moqin opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He took out a gun and handed it to Si Nian, "So I entrust this life to you now, and you can take it at any time to avenge those people."

Si Nian stared intently at Zhou Moqin's eyes, trying to see his difficulties, but he only saw the bones all over the mountains and plains in Nanjing, the overwhelming humiliation when he was imprisoned, and the smoldering smoke all over China. These were all brought by the Japanese. , It was all brought by the lackey who worked for the Japanese in front of him.

Trembling, he picked up the gun and pointed it at Zhou Moqin's chest. The tears that he had held back for so long finally filled his eyes again, and his crying question echoed in the empty and quiet alley, "Why? Why did you stop me from coming to Shanghai in the first place!"

If I'd come with you, a lot of things wouldn't have happened, and I wouldn't have let you down this path.

Zhou Moqin chuckled, covered his hand holding the gun, pushed the muzzle of the gun towards himself a little more, and said softly, "My life will be gone sooner or later, if I can die in your hands, it's a worthy death .”

Su Sinian broke free from his hand, threw the gun to the ground forcefully, and said angrily, "Zhou Moqin, you think beautifully, don't use me to clear your name! I will not kill you, nor will I see you again."

As he said that, he turned around and was about to go upstairs, Zhou Moqin grabbed him and wanted to take him into his arms, but Su Sinian slapped him hard, then went upstairs and closed the door.

The empty alley suddenly became quiet, and there was no more sound.

Yu Hanming's men came fifteen minutes later, along with the Japanese and Wang's and Jingwei's subordinates.Zhou Moqin looked around at the people surrounding him, and followed them silently.

On the second day after Zhou Moqin was interrogated, Su Sinian bought a train ticket to Nanjing with the money he had.When he got on this train again, his state of mind was completely different from when he came. If he was full of hope when he came, then at this moment, his heart is ashamed, and he doesn't even feel despair.

He couldn't see or hear what the people around him were saying, or what was happening outside the window, and his mind was full of the scene of the gun pointing at Zhou Moqin that night.

At the beginning of his fame, he also indirectly or directly killed many people who hurt him. When he was imprisoned by Fujita, he also saw and heard many killings with his own eyes. His heart should have been as hard as iron, but Facing the person he hated to the core, he couldn't do anything no matter what.

The person who brought him warmth, hope and despair.

He can't kill him.

He could only kill himself, so cowardly.

The Nanjing Pear Garden has been abandoned for many years. Half of the gate is broken, and the other half is ajar, covered with thick cobwebs.The grass in the courtyard is already half a person high, and the original door curtain plaques are scattered all over the courtyard, all of which are dilapidated.A few homeless children were playing in the yard, and when they saw someone coming in, they ran out in fright.

Su Sinian walked all the way to the theater, and all the tables and chairs had been emptied, leaving a lonely stage covered with dust.The sun shines down from the holed roof, revealing mottled and lonely light and shadow.

Su Sinian walked onto the stage slowly, twitched his fingertips lightly, and began to sing.The voice has long lost the style of the past, and the dilapidated singing was blown away by the sunset breeze, and gradually became unclear.

Zhou Moqin, if there is an afterlife, I would rather be a carefree actor than meet you again and be brought into this hopeless world of mortals by you.

His body was discovered three days later by those vagrants who wanted to come in to hide from the rain, but saw a man hanging on the stage, wearing an old costume, who had been dead for a long time.

When the security team came to collect the body, someone recognized the dead man as a famous actor who was popular in Nanjing a few years ago, Yun Zisu.As for why he died in the same place after disappearing for several years, no one knows.

His death is just one more thing that people talk about after dinner.

The news of Su Sinian's death did not reach Zhou Moqin's ears half a month later. At that time, he was still in custody. Wang Jingwei seemed to have noticed his identity, and was using Yu Hanming's death to try to dig out more things from his mouth. .

When he heard the news, he had already suffered a lot of punishments, whips stained with chili water, and hot irons, none of which made him frown. The pain of bone erosion.

Zhou Chu, who had never shed tears before, shed tears under torture to extract a confession, which frightened the jailers in charge of interrogating him. They thought that they could finally ask him about the identities of other underground parties and where they contacted, but in the end it was all in vain .The outraged traitor used a heavier punishment on him, Zhou Moqin just uttered a name hoarsely: Si Nian.

Before his companions came to rescue him, Zhou Moqin asked his former confidant to prepare the medicine that had been mixed into the lunch of the day.From the moment he decided to be an underground party lurking beside Wang Jingwei, he secretly told himself that if his identity was exposed, he would never sacrifice other people to save him.

What's more, he now has no motivation to continue living.The tasks that should be completed have all been completed, and the person who should be guarded is no longer alive.

He worked hard for many years and helped the anti-Japanese forces obtain a lot of precious information. His only request was not to let Si Nian be implicated, but he did not expect that he would be implicated in the end.

Before he died, he looked at the small window on the roof of the execution room and said to himself, if there is an afterlife, I hope that both of us will be born in a peaceful and prosperous world. Even if I can't promise you a happy life, at least I can keep you safe for the rest of your life.

Many years later, until the founding of New China, Nanjing never produced a more popular actor than Yun Zisu.Some old people who have experienced the world are lying on deckchairs in the afternoon sun, telling their children and grandchildren about that time.

"—□□Pleasantly amuse oneself,

The boudoir enjoyed a moment of leisure.

Fragrance and dust pass through the courtyard,

The parrot laughed and said—"

The matchmaker smiled sweetly and tactfully sang, as if it was yesterday.

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