still in the mirror

Against the blue sky, Li Chengwu returned home.The second floor is dark, the windows are not closed, but the velvet curtains are drawn, the wind blows the corners of the curtains, and a faint light flows in, the room is like a moon-blue dim Indian palace, only Cong Fei's sleeping breathing can be heard Sound, as light as a feather.

The back of the couch blocks Cong Fei's body, only his bare feet are sticking out, his ankles are resting on the soft armrests, and a ray of faint blue sky light covers the insteps, like a veil of veil, ready to slip down at any time.

After an unknown amount of time, Cong Fei suddenly stood up and asked, "What are you doing standing there? Are you writing a confession in your heart?"

Li Chengwu sat down on another sofa, Cong Fei went to the wine cabinet and took out an opened bottle of fruit wine, took down two glasses, and poured them respectively.

Cong Fei said: "Don't be like this, Dad, it's my fault, you can blame me."

The ice cubes fell into the center, and then floated up with the air bubbles. Cong Fei shook the glass lightly, mist formed on the rim of the glass, and a faint, cold aroma of wine wafted out.

Li Chengwu murmured: "How can I blame you? It's all my fault. I made a big mistake. I gave you whatever you wanted since I was a child. In the end, even I myself can't tell right from wrong."

Cong Fei said angrily: "You are still blaming me! Blaming me for seducing you."

"I didn't mean that, how could it be your fault..." The room became quiet, and their shadows were faintly hooked on the marble tiles, just like the shadows of the table, sofa, and chandelier, motionless.

Finally Li Chengwu rubbed his forehead and said tiredly: "Feng'er, I've thought about it for a long time, you must stay in Hong Kong, we..." He paused for a while, and said with a breath like reading a letter of surrender, "We can't This goes on..."

Cong Fei stared at the pale bud-colored frosted wine bottle, half smiling and half trembling: "When will it start and when will it end, it's up to you to think about it?"

The mist from the mouth of the cup turned into drops of water and slowly slid down, disappearing into the gap between the bottom of the cup and the coffee table, Li Chengwu said in a daze: "How did it start, it seems to have started since I first met you, I was arrogant when you were young You, I depend on you for everything. If you are unhappy, if you don’t straighten out a single word, my heart will feel like something is wrong. In a blink of an eye, you are already so old, and you are no longer a ten-year-old boy. baby."

Ten years old, that is the age at which a son can sleep in his father's arms, kiss his father's ears, and walk around the streets on his father's back to listen to operas.

He was silent for a while, then continued: "When you grow up, you should have your own house. I'll give it to you whichever one you like." At the end he added, "Hong Kong."

Taking a sip of fruit wine, Cong Fei licked his lower lip, slammed the glass on the table, and said with a smile: "Since you don't want me to follow, why don't you send me to Africa? Far away, just pretend that I haven't entered your house door!"

"What kind of angry words are you talking about? You are still young now. After a long time, all feelings will fade away. There is nothing you must do."

"How do you want to prolong this time? Hang a sign on the door of the house where you live, saying 'Li Congfei and the Japanese are not allowed to enter'?"

"Damn..."

"Father," he called him suddenly, with a cold, condescending voice, and fell on Li Chengwu. After a long time, Cong Fei continued, "I'm hungry."

Li Chengwu said: "Let Qingyu cook for you." As he stood up, Cong Fei hurriedly grabbed him and shouted: "What are you asking her to come up for? See how bad I am, how pitiful I am?"

Seeing Li Chengwu's thin jade-like polished hand in his own, he was suddenly discouraged and couldn't help crying. He got up with his head down, stood in front of Li Cheng, and slowly approached Li Cheng, whispering: "I want you do it."

But Li Chengwu shouted downstairs: "Qingyu, the young master is hungry, bring him something to eat."

Cong Fei shot his face into his father's neck and tried his best to suppress it, his shoulders still shrugged.Li Chengwu pushed the child's head aside, and said to himself: "If there is anything urgent in the future, call if it is urgent, and write a letter if it is not urgent."

Cong Fei stared at his father, his lips began to tremble, his heart was cold and painful, and the pain was cold again.He took two steps aside, suddenly his face darkened, and he threw the glass on the table at Li Chengwu's face.

Forehead hair, cheeks, shoulders, neckline, long sleeves... Fruit wine was dripping all over her body.

Cong Fei scolded: "What kind of beast are you!" He punched him, and the dropped cup knocked over another cup, and the fruit wine splashed all over the table, and he punched Li Chengwu in the face.

Before the second punch landed, Li Chengwu grabbed his hand and pressed him on the sofa.

Cong Fei suddenly pulled out his hands and pocketed his face to give Li Chengwu a slap in the face.

There was a crisp snap, not as heavy as the punch just now, but it knocked Cong Fei into a daze.

After a while of silence, Li Chengwu got up, without looking at him or speaking, grabbed the lace cloth on the sofa, wiped his hands, dropped the cloth, and went straight downstairs.

Cong Fei heard Qingyu exclaim: "Third Master! Your face..."

Li Chengwu said: "I'm fine, don't worry about him, he's not hungry, let him stay by himself for a while."

Cong Fei lay back on the sofa, sneering angrily, but the quieter the room was, the more flustered his heart became.He saw Li Chengwu again in a daze, he was still talking to him, and he could still smell the cold fragrance on his body.The wind lifted a section of the curtain, and there was the sound of a car driving away. He turned his head and saw that it was completely dark.

He turned on the lamp with a snap, and the champagne-colored fruit wine dripped drop by drop along the edge of the table... Cong Fei stared blankly, remembering the enamel clock covered in glass when he first saw it, ticking, ticking, Tick ​​tock... It rang for more than ten years, but at a certain moment, the machine finally broke, and the time was cut off.

When everything was silent, he smelled the cold fragrance of wine. In an instant, all the bitterness and regret evaporated from the wine into the air, and tears burst into tears. There is a circle of cardboard on Run's wine bottle, and You Ling wrote the word "Pear" in her own handwriting, which is smart, light and elegant.

Pears, Li Ye.

In the early hours of the morning, Cong Fei was awakened by Qingyu on the sofa, and she said urgently: "It's war! Get up! Let's go to the Hong Kong Hotel to find Miss Youling!"

Cong Fei scrambled to his feet, the sound of further artillery came from the sea, and the sound of a busy phone pierced Cong Fei's eardrums like the shriek of a grenade. People all over Hong Kong were on the phone, but they couldn't get through!Can't get through at all!He dropped the microphone, Qingyu had already received a small package, and brought him a coat, shoes and socks: "Quick! The car sent by the third master is waiting for us at the door!"

They rushed out in a panic and got into the telecommunications company's car. The streets were rushing, and people were rushing to the safe zone they each knew:

"Japan is attacking! Japan is attacking!"

"Kai Tak Airport was bombed!"

"Don't run to the New Territories! Don't go to the New Territories!"

When they arrived at the Hong Kong Hotel, staff from the Telecommunications Department led him and Qingyu upstairs.

Passing through the big dining room, the luxurious crystal chandeliers are no longer covered with singing and dancing, and the cannons outside are fired one after another, and the big corridors/roads are full of residents lying on mats in shock, among them are cultural people, politicians, and some The workers included fishermen, and within two hours, the hotel was full of asylum seekers.

They ran into a reporter from the Huashang Daily at the elevator entrance. This young man knew Cong Fei. The two of them looked at each other without saying a word. The young man shook his head and walked away without saying a word.

"Cong Fei!" The estrangement and resentment between the siblings for the past two days were all wiped out by the war at this moment. As soon as You Ling pushed open the door, she hugged his arms tightly, wiped the corners of her eyes at last, and said to the staff, "You must thank Director Long for me. If the two sons of the Long family want to withdraw to the mainland, you can come to us."

After the staff left, You Ling thought about what important things she didn't bring with her, and went back to pick them up tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. She said, "Guangxi has sent a small team to escort some dignitaries in Hong Kong back to Chongqing. We will wait for you in the next few days." Commander Liu's notice, follow them when the time comes."

Cong Fei asked, "Where's Dad?"

You Ling said: "He went to Macau and flew to America."

At this time, a truck downstairs drove into the garden, and a journalist jumped out of the car, waved the bulletin in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Japan attacked Pearl Harbor! The United States entered the war!"

There was an uproar in the hotel lobby, Cong Fei listened at the window, trembled all over, and said: "I'll go down and have a look."

He squeezed into the office of the Far East Intelligence Department in the back hall, took the bulletin and read it again and again. He didn't believe his English level, so he asked the translator to match every word. Suddenly, he seemed to be talking to himself and asked: " Are diplomats going to the US safe now?"

The reporter said: "Nowhere in the world is safe! The British police who came back from Kowloon said that the New Territories were fighting fiercely, and Kowloon will be captured in less than four days! Kowloon has been occupied, is Hong Kong still far from being occupied? Those French really What’s worse is that we can’t fight, it’s not as good as the Canadians and the British, they all said that China will send reinforcements, the Chinese come quickly! Come quickly!”

On the second day and the third day, everyone was walking around, and bad news came from time to time. On the fourth day, before dawn, You Ling took Cong Fei and Qingyu to leave the hotel by car, joined the guard team, and went to the hotel. Guangxi fled.When they were sitting in the car, the gunfire that had been going on for several days suddenly stopped, giving people a bad feeling that Kowloon might have fallen.