Costume Mountains and Rivers

The gun is a murder weapon. After soaking in sweat and drinking blood, the barrel of the gun is cold and cold, and the skin stuck to it seems to be sucked by a small mouth, and it seems to be pressed by a heavy weight. Mo Qinghe stared at the gold on Shen Peinan's cuff. Braided hair, the whole body was tied up with immortal ropes, and he couldn't move at all.

Shen Peinan leaned over and touched Mo Qinghe's face, because he was angry, and this kind of intimacy was extremely depressing, and said: "Xiao Mo, I really want to keep you, but it's public or private. I can't tolerate people around me making such small thoughts."

"Let's be honest, Rubai's news was made up to coax you. Everyone in this house except you knows that there is no special envoy's mutiny. You just said that if you didn't make trouble for it, the Communist Party issued an arrest warrant tonight." What happened to the ghost's telegram?"

Mo Qinghe raised his head abruptly, he wanted to bite to death and refused to admit it, but when he heard that the information was false, he felt his heart suddenly plummeted like lead, and fell into the depths of his cavity, unable to retrieve it.

Just as he deduced just now, this intelligence drama was arranged by Shen Peinan himself from the very beginning!

Mo Qinghe's brain whized and searched around, but found that Shen Peinan's temptation was flawless, even if he jumped into the Yellow River, he couldn't clear it up.

As soon as the eyeballs rolled, he changed his strategy, a pair of watery and clear black eyes looked at Shen Peinan with a somewhat pitiful expression, and he replied: "I just forgot what Mr. Zhou said, what kind of Communist Party?" I'm even more confused, the general will kill as soon as he wants, anyway, Qinghe has no relatives, even if he dies unjustly, he can't make a sound."

As he spoke, he grabbed Shen Peinan's hand holding the gun, put his index finger straight into his warm palm, and said sadly: "Do you believe me when I say I don't know anything? You have doubted Qing He from the very beginning, even if I can prove myself today Innocent, the general will not be able to stop the investigation again and again in the future, if you don't believe me, just do it according to your method."

Mo Qinghe lowered his eyelids, and the quicksilver moonlight illuminated his face like jade. With his pale skin and the two shadows cast by his eyelashes, he became a troubled actress again, with thin shoulders and a pair of silk pajamas. Straight legs, kneeling on the ground with straight back, people can't help but reprimand.

Shen Peinan was condescending, but his tone softened a bit: "Xiao Mo, because you have been serving me for the past three days, I will not bind you, nor will I seriously interrogate you. Tell the truth."

Mo Qinghe replied stubbornly: "I'm telling the truth."

Shen Pei held the handle of the gun, closed his eyes lightly, a pained expression flashed across his face, he was poked by a thin needle called the past.

"Xiao Mo, you are not the only one around me who has done this kind of thing." Shen Peinan bowed and said slowly; "I was imprisoned four years ago, do you know why?"

Mo Qinghe naturally knew that the rumors of Shen Peinan's imprisonment had been raging for a while. It was a shooting scandal caused by jealousy. He pleaded guilty in court. He poked his spine hard for a while.

This case is a stain on Shen Peinan's official career. Mo Qinghe did not expect him to bring it up. Afraid of touching his sore spot, Mo Qinghe replied cautiously: "It was published in the newspaper that the people around you...well, their conduct is not good. Duan, I was killed by you."

Shen Peinan was very straightforward: "You don't need to hide it, you might as well just say stealing."

Then he shook his head and said, "I killed him, not because of jealousy. The top-secret document I put in the drawer was stolen that day. In the end, the person who took the document was the only child I really loved. His name is Yu Qiao, whose real name is Chuan. Shimadama Joe, a spy sent by the Japanese."

Mo Qinghe remembered the name Shen Peinan mentioned backstage in the theater, as if it was Yu Qiao or Yujiao's name.

"I hurt him for two years, he gave me a gun, the bullet passed through my heart, I didn't die, I had half my life left, I killed him with my own hands, I became a murderer to preserve his reputation, and sat for half a year Prison." Shen Peinan stared straight at Mo Qinghe, "Do you know what it's like to be betrayed by the person next to your pillow, or is my position just so attractive to people like you?"

Shen Peinan was tall and tall, standing like an iron tower against the backlight, his sharp face was hidden by the shadow, looking gloomy and tired, he suddenly kicked Mo Qinghe's chest, put the gun in the tiger's mouth and changed his position towards After two minutes, he threatened: "How did you send the news? Is it the old man who sells dry goods?"

After finishing speaking, he picked up his front, "I'll send someone to look for him right away, you have to think about it, you won't be the one who suffers at that time, and when the evidence comes out, I'll treat you like Yu Qiao!"

Mo Qinghe was kicked until he coughed a few times and spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, but his mind was clear. He knew that his underestimated enemy had made a big fuss, and he wondered if he would confess to brother Liu Chu through torture... Mo Qinghe used Wiping the blood from his lips with his sleeve, he glanced at the black gun barrel, and secretly made up his mind.

As long as he fell into a coma, Shen Peinan couldn't let Lao Yan confront him, let alone interrogate an old man who set up a stall under the eyes of so many people. On the contrary, with his reputation in Sijiu City, he and Shen Peinan had trouble When an accident occurs, it is tantamount to notifying the organization that the action has been revealed in disguise, and even putting the communication network into a dormant state in the shortest possible time, waiting for a safe opportunity!

Guessing that Shen Peinan was distracted, Mo Qinghe knelt down and leaned back to avoid the barrel of the gun, drew a big circle with his upper body on the ground and rushed to Shen Peinan. He knew that he couldn't subdue the officer's brute strength, so he only used clever tricks and flipped his wrists Suddenly he unloaded his gun, rolled back abruptly, and pointed the gun at Shen Peinan with both hands!

The situation took a turn for the worse, but Shen Peinan didn't hide, and took a step forward with a cold face: "Boss Mo, I respect you so proudly, are you trying to kill me?"

"The general underestimated me. Qinghe has sung Daomadan, and she still has some kung fu."

Mo Qinghe was extremely calm, he even smiled, turned the barrel of the gun to his heart, and docilely lowered his eyes: "I'm not Kawashima Yuqiao, the general doesn't believe me, Mo Qinghe pays you to prove yourself , and apologize for Yu Qiao who was hurt by that general."

Shen Peinan suddenly understood his intention, and flew forward to grab the gun, but it was too late, Mo Qinghe was talking, and lightly clasped his index finger as if playing a game, with a muffled bang, the bullet passed through his chest, and shot a Horrible blood hole.

Mo Qinghe was like a paper butterfly, leaning back lightly, with the back of her head on the ground, clutching the front of her front with one hand, her pale fingers trembling and wriggling in the blood hole in her chest, which couldn't be blocked, and blood gushed out like a red spring.

The door of the bedroom was knocked open again, and Lao Liu stared at the people on the ground dumbfounded, and suddenly dropped the kerosene lamp, stammering: "Master, sir, the telegram has been translated, it's a coincidence It’s over, the Communist Party really has a traitor tonight, but it’s not Li Zhifan’s side, it’s an intelligence agent sent by Li Kenong from northern Shaanxi to the northeast to join the Japanese and was shot on the way just now!”

Then he frightened his thigh hard: "Oh, there is an idiot master and another idiot kid, the common things have nothing to do with this kid!"

Shen Peinan couldn't recover from the extreme shock, and it took a while to shake his lips and shout: "Quick! Save people!"

In the early hours of the morning, the roads in Beiping City were empty except for the homeless and the girls who were covered in makeup all night. A military jeep was racing towards the largest foreign hospital in Haidian.

The driver was a very young soldier with a bald shaved head. Although it was cold in March, the sweat on his forehead dripped into his eyes. He was scolded by the teacher. The soldier stared at the road with wide eyes and was so nervous that he turned the steering wheel Take out the water.

"Will you know how to drive, you bastard! Are you responsible for something happening so slowly, or are you so meek after eating shells on the battlefield?!" Shen Peinan hugged Mo Qinghe, who was dying, and kept using a white silk handkerchief Wiping the blood he vomited, anxious and impatient, I wanted to tear the little soldier who was acting as a driver into rags, knead it into a ball, and stomp his feet hard to calm the anger in my heart.

Mo Qinghe kept choking blood straight down her throat, her chin and neck were completely soaked with blood, a large area was wet, her face was as pale as porcelain, she clutched Shen Peinan's hand desperately, and said angrily: "General, you Trust me... trust me."

A pair of big and empty eyes stared at Shen Peinan, as if he was about to finish talking for a lifetime, and as if there was no tomorrow, he opened his mouth with difficulty, holding back only two words: Trust me.

After speaking, he spat out a big mouthful of blood, which was all stained on Shen Peinan's olive green woolen military uniform.

"I believe it, I believe it! Save your energy and don't talk anymore." Shen Peinan became an eagle who wants to fight but can't spread his wings. He is tall and his two long legs are crowded in the car. Panicked, I felt that the whole car was about to explode after doing this, and I scolded the soldier twice, I only hated the heat wave in the jeep, and it couldn't be turned into a shell and hit the hospital.

After finally getting to the hospital, Shen Peinan rushed in with Mo Qinghe in his arms. The reception nurse was a student who had just graduated from a girls' school. She was stunned by the blood all over her body and face. Fierce, it didn't stop until the foreign devil doctor personally pushed Mo Qinghe into the operating room and closed the door with a bang.

The frosted glass of the operating room reflected the bright lights, a group of foreign doctors rushed in one file at a time, Shen Peinan couldn't get in and couldn't see him, like a stringed drum puppet, pacing round and round in the garden.

Xiao Bing stepped forward to offer a cigarette to light the fire, but Shen Peinan slapped him hard again with an eye knife.

Although he is surly, he can't be wrong about right and wrong. He believes that Mo Qinghe is a spy and can kill him with one shot. Life can't bring back Mo Qinghe's safety.

Shen Peinan took a deep breath on his cigarette.

He can't let Mo Qinghe die for no reason. He has always boasted that bullets only hit people who deserve to die. He has been in the army for more than ten years and has hundreds of lives in his hands, but he has never crossed the common people, let alone Mo Qing. A clean and beautiful young man like He, although a bit stubborn, is refreshing and likable.

Shen Peinan himself is also a person who is on the verge of life and death, and he is still surprised when he thinks of Mo Qinghe's smiling eyes.

It's like a hopeless soldier drinking his glory bullets, with a pale face, "Trust me" one after another, although weak, but it reaches Shen Peinan's heart.

He admitted that he was shocked. On the car when he arrived, he was afraid that Mo Qinghe would fall asleep, so he deliberately wanted to say some obscene words to stimulate him, but he couldn't say a word to those eyes full of prayers. Shen Peinan clenched his fists and cursed secretly, threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground and stomped it hard.

He couldn't understand Mo Qinghe, whether it was the flattering little nightingale or the good brother who scolded his younger brother, he always felt that Mo Qinghe was not what he was. Even though he is used to bowing his head softly and obediently, his eyes showed a look of being through the wind and dust, unwilling to be degraded by others, like grabbing a rope, no matter how high the tide is, he can see through it. Take a breath.

Shen Peinan came to Peiping to plunge headlong into the mud, but he didn't expect to find a hibiscus that just popped out of the water. Although he didn't have time to love his children, he didn't want to be restrained by a blunt little actor , but if Mo Qinghe really died, he would have to feel guilty for half his life.

Thinking of this, he paced even more hastily. He walked around the garden on the same route, his shiny military boots almost knocking the tiles out of the rut.

The night was extraordinarily long, extraordinarily long, the chime bell rang five times, and the sky was cold and white, finally ushering in a ray of dawn.

The rescue went on until ten o'clock in the morning. Mo Qinghe was shot through the lungs, only a few millimeters away from the heart, and they were delivered in time. However, whether he can wake up in the past few days or not, and how long it will take to recover depends on his physical condition.