Costume Mountains and Rivers

Mo Qinghe had never realized that he was so insatiable about this kind of thing before. He had endured humiliation for a long time, experienced the loneliness of living alone as a young man, unexpectedly reunited with his lover, and the lust that had been suppressed for many years suddenly broke out.

The room was pitch black, the double curtains were closed tightly, the double bed was creaking and shaking, and there was no end to the sound of physical collisions. Mo Qinghe put her two legs on Shen Peinan's shoulders, worried about the sound insulation of the wall, Biting the corner of the quilt in his mouth, trying to endure unsuccessfully, Shen Peinan stepped in and out a few times to whet his appetite, and then slammed into the most sensitive part hard, and he groaned angrily and frowned. He frowned and squinted in delight.

Shen Peinan stopped suddenly in the middle of his movement, stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt from his mouth, Mo Qinghe's voice was hoarse with desire: "What's wrong?"

Shen Peinan didn't speak, grabbed his waist in the dark, put him in a kneeling position, knelt behind him, rubbed against the hole, Mo Qinghe raised her butt high, turned her face to bite the pillow, and lightened her head , the pillow was also taken away.

Shen Peinan slapped him lightly on the buttocks: "I can't see it, why don't you listen to it?"

Mo Qinghe turned over and sat up, pushed Shen Peinan to the head of the bed, straddled him, held the thick object and stuffed it into his back hole, swallowed it inch by inch, and began to move up and down.This posture is gentle, he regained some consciousness from the hot lust, and said in a low voice while moving: "I'm sorry to disturb the rest next door, please don't move, I will come by myself for a while..."

He supported Shen Peinan's solid thighs with both hands, sat down, and was rubbed to the right place. He couldn't help screaming, panting with his head up: "No, I can't bear it because of the comfort, I want to scream."

He looked around and muttered dissatisfied: "Why did you choose such a ghostly place, it's like having an affair."

Shen Peinan grabbed a pillow and put it behind his back, holding Mo Qinghe's back with his hands: "Aren't you afraid of ruining the reputation of Commander Mo's innocence? If you have the guts, follow me back to the military headquarters. The bed is big and soft... "

Mo Qinghe glared at him, leaned over and nestled against his chest, and hungrily sucked the thing inside.

The two of them were loving each other, when suddenly there was an ambiguous human voice from the next door, it couldn't be heard clearly from the other wall, but in the darkness, people could tell that they were doing the same thing here, a couple of men and women seemed to be intensifying their suspicions.

I always don't feel much when I do this kind of thing by myself, but when I hear other people's movements, I feel embarrassed and want to laugh. The two of them were dumbfounded for a moment. Sandy skin: "They don't rest, so don't we."

Mo Qinghe nodded, and Shen Peinan got permission, holding his waist and suddenly began to sprint, pushing up and down, Mo Qinghe was so frightened that he hugged his neck tightly, and was caught by a series of violent attacks before he was ready. The soul flew out of the sky, the panting became more and more urgent, and he screamed louder than a wave, he simply didn't hide it, he just liked it, liked to do this kind of thing with his brother Shen, he was willing!

This time it took a long time, the two of them tossed non-stop for almost an hour before they reached the summit covered in sweat, Shen Peinan withdrew and closed his eyes to enjoy the aftertaste of the orgasm, just after ejaculation was still not soft, Mo Qinghe turned Standing tall, lying on his back with his legs open, he grabbed the slippery thing that was stained with body fluids and ointment and fiddled with it, with a lazy and satisfied expression on his face, and sighed: "It's really big."

Shen Peinan stroked his leg: "Like it?"

Mo Qinghe sighed: "Before I was afraid of death, but I wanted to and was afraid of pain. Every time I wanted to bite you to relieve my anger."

"Tsk, I'm that bad?" Shen Peinan pushed his forehead hard. Mo Qinghe just went to the city and shaved his hair these two days. It's very interesting to touch the furry. Stopping, an itchy love welled up in my heart, "What about now?"

Mo Qinghe opened her eyes wide: "Listen to the truth?"

Shen Peinan was frightened by his scolding and beating before, and suddenly became alert. Mo Qinghe responded with a kiss and said with a smile: "If people can choose how to die, I will choose to be fucked to death on the bed by you."

Shen Peinan laughed dumbfounded, and wrapped his arms around his waist: "You are such an opera singer, you dare to say anything with your mouth."

He felt that the time was ripe, and moved his body up: "Xiao Mo, there is something I want to talk to you..."

Before the words finished, Mo Qinghe suddenly pressed his hand and shook his head: "I know what you are thinking, but I can't explain it in a sentence or two. Let's do it again and discuss it after we finish."

Shen Peinan touched the cigarette box from the bedside, put a cigarette in the ivory cigarette holder, lit it and took a deep breath, and brought it to Mo Qinghe's lips. The two took turns sharing a cigarette with gusto. After a while, he hugged and begged fiercely again.

This time he played very hard, as if he realized that they were about to part, and had paid for the future share in advance. Mo Qinghe was imprisoned in his arms, moaning and sobbing, as if he was being tortured, but the corners of his eyes that were burning red were full of spring, almost Inseparable from the thing in the body for a moment, the two obsessed bodies fell from the bed to the floor, and then staggered into the bathtub, enjoying a time in the thick foam.

The night is deep and silent, the window is facing the street, occasionally there are one or two shouts of soldiers and the wild laughter of prostitutes, a group of drunks come from nowhere, singing an out-of-key military song while walking, the singing sounds like roaring and whimpering, It was harmony at first, and then gradually fell silent, leaving only an abrupt and desolate voice of shochu, and the crackling sound of a broken wine bottle. The street was empty, and it sounded particularly poignant.

Mo Qinghe came out of the bathroom naked, with a white towel on her shoulders, turned on the gas lamp, opened the curtains and looked outside, the street was deserted, and the vendors selling dried fruits and snacks had already closed their stalls.

He looked at the time, suddenly changed his face, touched the clothes on the bedside and hurriedly put them on: "I have to go back, and I will be punished if I am later."

Shen Peinan was admiring his youthful body, his eyes were fixed on the two tight buttocks, and he was not very happy when he heard that: "I didn't steal or rob, and I will be punished as a fart."

Mo Qinghe turned her head and smiled at him softly: "We have discipline, no matter the position is high or low, we will be dismissed from the military if we violate the style of work, it's not just a joke."

Shen Peinan snorted disdainfully, took off his nightgown and put it on his body, lying lazily half-lying, lit another cigarette, which filled the room with the smell of tobacco, the shadows of the lamps were dim, and the smoke curled up. Pillow, staring at Mo Qinghe's handsome silhouette outlined by the light, I really want to hug him and sleep well, not only tonight, but in many nights to come, I can hug him to sleep and wake up together.

The tune-changing singing gradually faded away.

In the seventh year of the war, there are bombed cities and villages everywhere, and people who have left their homes everywhere. Although the cost is heavy, the victory or defeat is finally determined. He recalled the wars of these years and felt tired. Weary of war, of endless death and wandering.

He thought this idea was absurd. In his youth, he had fanatically longed for war. He believed that men and war were like horses in the wilderness. There is no career that can achieve a man's blood and glory more than the battlefield.Sure enough, he was wearing a military uniform and plunged headlong into the [-] years of glory, but at this moment, he realized that he was no different from those soldiers who got drunk on the breasts of Yao sisters. He felt tired and missed his hometown.

The room was quiet for a long time, Mo Qinghe fastened the button, looked back, and saw Shen Peinan lost in some kind of contemplation, with half a cigarette between his fingers, with an indifferent expression, staring out the window motionlessly, the moonlight on his straight nose One side casts a shadow, the nightgown is loosely open, and you can see it from top to bottom. The legs are strong, and the thing that made him love so much has restrained its sharpness, and it lies docilely in the hair between the legs.

Feeling hot in his heart, he climbed onto the bed, knelt and sat on Shen Peinan's body, rubbed against his cheek, and said in a low voice, "You are so pretty."

Shen Peinan's heart trembled, he stubbed out the cigarette, and hugged Mo Qinghe: "Shaoxuan, come with me."

His words were low and fast: "You are a sensible person, I won't tell you those Tai Chi nonsense. In recent years, the Communist Party has expanded its army wantonly in the north, and the top leaders of the party have long been dissatisfied. Once the Japanese invaders are wiped out, there will probably be a war Fierce battle..."

Mo Qinghe held his arm tightly, thinking in his heart, he still said it, he heard the subtext during dinner, the brigade commander didn't understand it, but his heart was like a mirror.He lowered his head, and his two thick eyelashes drooped: "If we accept disarmament, can we talk about peace?"

"Maybe." Shen Peinan pondered for a moment, with a stern expression, "But I believe in another sentence: how can you allow others to snore on the side of the couch."

"Xiao Mo, I originally wanted you to stay away from politics. Now that the relationship between the two parties has eased, it is the best time to withdraw. You come with me. If you want to fight with the army, I will reserve a place for you; if you think this is betrayal, I will send you off." Go abroad and buy a house for you, you can keep your party membership, and in another year or two..."

Mo Qinghe laughed suddenly, hugged Shen Peinan's warm body with both hands, and interrupted him: "Brother Shen, do you think I will listen?"

Shen Peinan was choked by him, looked away for a while, and said calmly: "The wings have grown hard, and they are about to fly."

These powerless words made people feel sour, Mo Qinghe leaned over and kissed his lips: "Brother Shen, I love you, even if I really want to fight in the future, I will love you too."

"I know." Shen Peinan was silent for a while, "I can wait, but you have to know that even if the Northwest is bombed, I will take it back myself."

They stopped talking, knowing that there would be no result if they continued to argue. The two embraced each other in the dark, hugging so tightly that they could hardly breathe. Mo Qinghe felt sad. He had a lot of words that he could say. Only I love you, Shen Peinan is probably as sad and helpless as him, and will wait to end a debate of the times.What can they do? They are soldiers, and they only trust the guns in their hands by nature. In the face of turbulent politics, their emotional confession is so pale, like a face in the middle of the night without makeup.

Mo Qinghe sighed, climbed out of the warm bed, sat on the edge of the bed and began to put on shoes and socks, Shen Peinan also got up slowly, Mo Qinghe opened the door to leave, but he blocked the door first.

Shen Peinan tidied up, put on his hat, turned to Mo Qinghe and said, "Come and meet an old friend with me first."

Shen Peinan's army confiscated the property of a big capitalist in the city. After the war started, the original owner moved his family to Nanyang, and this luxurious and gloomy mansion was vacant.The Western-style building is built like a western castle, with deep vegetation on the outside, and the interior is also decorated in Western style, with curtains hanging down to the floor, the hall is cold and empty, and a black lacquer piano is placed in the middle.

Shen Peinan didn't let him stay for too long, he led Mo Qinghe upstairs into the bedroom, took out the remaining Japanese samurai sword, and the two of them left the house silently, and walked around to a small room in the backyard.The soldiers of the national army raised their hands in salute, and unlocked the big lock wrapped around the door. There was a clattering sound. At this time, it was dead of night, and just as the door opened a crack, Mo Qinghe heard an angry roar like a wild dog coming from inside.

The strange thing is that the man said a lot of cursing, but Mo Qinghe didn't understand a single word, and when he analyzed it carefully, he said it was Japanese.

He looked at Shen Peinan suspiciously: "Prisoner?"

Because Little Japan advocated self-destruction and martyrdom, very few Japanese prisoners were captured on the battlefield, and every one of them had to be handed over to a prisoner-of-war camp. There was no reason to be detained in the military headquarters of the national army.Shen Peinan kept silent, put his hands behind his back, and walked in first, Mo Qinghe followed behind him, only to see that the house was dark and narrow, with a musty smell that was not exposed to the sun all year round, like a warehouse with gas lamps hanging from the roof , The dim light illuminates a person.

The man was in a state of embarrassment, tall, with two arms raised, his wrists and ankles were shackled, his forehead was wrapped in a dirty bandage, and only one eye was exposed, shooting a cold look.

Shen Peinan supported Mo Qinghe's shoulder: "My people found him at the Japanese army headquarters. Okazaki was shot through the skull by shrapnel, and his body was hardened. He still has one breath left."

"Perhaps you have something to say to him."

The man slowly raised his head, his eyes moved back and forth between the two, and finally fixed on Mo Qinghe's face, a smile appeared on his swollen cheeks, and when he spoke again, he switched to a slightly blunt Chinese.

"Hello, Boss Mo." He curled his lips into a sinister smile, "Shen Junzuo, hello to you, and the other Boss Mo who can't come today, and probably won't show up in the future, also send my regards to him .”

He had two front teeth knocked out, and he hissed when he smiled: "I knew Mr. Shen was tolerant many years ago. When I saw him today, he was really extraordinary."

Mo Qinghe recognized him, took a step back, and said in shock: "Mizutani Jiuyi!"

That's right, this is exactly the Mizutani Jiuichi who wandered around Beiping City in the early years, used morphine injections to completely destroy Mo Liuchu, and then revealed the true identity of their senior brother!Although the bruised and swollen face was no longer as clear as he remembered, Mo Qinghe remembered his eyes, which were elegant and sinister, making people feel cold all over.

Mo Qinghe recalled the last meeting with Mo Liuchu, recalled the dense pinholes on that skinny arm, his chest was ablaze with rage, he rushed forward with a stride, raised his hand and slapped Mizutani hard, slap With a crisp sound, he gritted his teeth: "You owe Liu Chu this!"

Mizutani raised his face and hissed again.

Shen Peinan handed the saber to Mo Qinghe: "I have already reported his death, and I will leave this person to your disposal."

Mo Qinghe's chest rose and fell sharply, he wished he could chop off Mizutani's hand with one blow!He jerked out his saber, and the shining blade cast a cold light on the wall. Mizutani didn't look sideways, and said with a sneer, "There is a Chinese idiom called 'a tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied by a dog'."

He lowered his voice provocatively: "You are a bunch of bastards."

Mo Qinghe was not stimulated by him, but calmed down. After thinking for a while, she shook her head and looked at Shui Gu frankly.

"You're right. In China, avenging one's personal hatred is the practice of a villain. You are now a prisoner of a Chinese soldier. According to the treaty, we cannot execute prisoners of war privately." He paused, "The Japanese massacred Chinese people and created a large In the human zone, little devils can be unkind, but we must not be unrighteous, this is the rule of our ancestors."

Mo Qinghe looked back at Shen Peinan: "Junzuo, I just want to deal with some personal grievances today, please untie him, no matter what happens next, please don't interfere."

Shen Peinan frowned, Mo Qinghe ignored him, and said: "Back then, my senior brother and I planned to assassinate Lieutenant General Fujiwara, and you lived in Beiping and spared no effort to avenge him. I appreciate this kind of loyalty. However, you used the most despicable means to control Senior Brother Liu Chu, I will definitely get it back for him."

"I'll give you the weapon, and we'll duel with dignity."

Mizutani looked at him in disbelief, and suddenly burst out laughing, the iron shackles that bound his hands and feet rattled, and he laughed so hard that he almost burst into tears: "You are just a diva who pretends to be women for a living, why should I , Why accept your duel?"

He raised his head high: "If the lieutenant general next to you is replaced, I can think about it."

Shen Peinan lost his patience, cursed a dirty word, reached out to draw a gun, but was held down by Mo Qinghe: "Mr. Mizutani, please listen to my conditions first."

"As long as you raise your knife, whether you can kill me or not, you are no longer a prisoner. There are countless soldiers with live ammunition outside. Once the duel is over, they will blow your head off without hesitation. You don't need to be reformed in a prisoner-of-war camp. , and will, like your Japanese compatriots, be honorably broken on the battlefield."

Mizutani was shaken, and suddenly there was a strange look in his eyes, like a wolf eager to try.Shen Peinan stood still, Mo Qinghe saw him hesitate, squeezed his wrist, and said softly: "You trust me."

Shen Peinan ordered people to unshackle Shui Gu, and then retreated outside the door. A group of national army soldiers scattered around the periphery, and there was a sound of gun bolts being pulled.Mo Qinghe handed the general sword to Shui Gu, and took a saber from the soldier himself. The two drew the sword out of its sheath, separated by a few meters, staring at each other intently with hatred in their eyes.

Shui Gu has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he skillfully holds the knife with both hands, squinting his eyes slightly: "You are such a lovely actor, no wonder Mo Liuchu would rather die than betray you back then."

"Your brother is very tenacious. I paid a lot of money to get him on the road."

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly raised the knife and moved forward, his steps were as fast as the wind, Mo Qinghe saw the gap in his figure, and raised the knife to meet him without fear, with his arms full of strength, he slashed at Shui Gu horizontally , Mizutani's speed was comparable to his. Taking advantage of his height and long arms, the two knives collided, and with a crisp sound, he abruptly blocked the blow. Mo Qinghe was already prepared, and his movements were nimble. Like lightning, he stopped the momentum immediately, the blade was raised high against his face, Mizutani retreated hurriedly, at this moment, the knife was already hanging above his head, ready for the next killing move, the blade came through the air, Kankan cut to the side of Mizutani's neck!

In an expert fight, the outcome was decided in an instant, but seeing the corner of Shui Gu's mouth twitch upwards, he suddenly raised his hands to hold the knife handle behind him, and stabbed down with all his strength. His waist is flexible, and his upper body bends back into a graceful arc, almost parallel to the ground.But Mizutani didn't meet him, only heard a muffled pop, his blade pierced his abdomen without warning!

Mo Qinghe was so shocked that he forgot to move. Shui Gu's forehead was bulging with blue veins, his face was distorted, and he forced himself to stir the knife wedged in his abdomen to the left and right, and then pulled it out suddenly!

Hot blood sprayed out from the large hole in the abdominal cavity, and the blue-gray intestines flowed all over the floor. The gap was too large, and the stomach pouch was not spared, and half-digested rice grains gushed out in white.Mo Qinghe was horrified, and took a few steps back. Mizutani showed two rows of gloomy white teeth, and squeezed out a happy smile: "The warriors of the Great, Great Japanese Empire... will never, never die in the hands of the Chinese people." Under the knife..."

"I didn't lose..." His eyes were open, and he spat out blood, "Long live the Emperor of Japan!"

His knees softened, and he knelt down on the ground with a thump, the knife edge on the side of his neck also burst open suddenly, and the bright red blood spurted several feet high!The walls and roof were splattered with blood spots, and the ground was stained red with blood. Shui Gu didn't fall down directly. He lowered his head and knelt quietly in the shadows. Mo Qinghe raised his knife and waited for a long time before he found him. Has stopped breathing.

The soldiers rushed into the room and quickly started to clean up the mess. The room was filled with the smell of blood and rotten food. Mo Qinghe staggered two steps. He didn't dare to look at the corpse soaked in a pool of filth. The wall started to retch.Shen Peinan pushed him outside, grabbed a soldier, and pointed at Shui Gu's body: "You have some bones, so bury it properly."

There are a few old-fashioned carved stone benches in the back garden. Shen Peinan took out the cigarette case, lit a cigarette and handed it to his lips. Mo Qinghe's face turned livid, and he took two puffs tremblingly. He has killed countless Japanese devils over the years. But none was more bloody than this time. He recalled Mizutani's wanton smile when he died, and his heart was cold. These Japanese soldiers were not human at all. A country that kills, even at the cost of its own life?

He finally let out a sigh of relief for his senior brother. He should be cheering for victory at this moment, but he buried his face in his palms and was speechless for a long time.

"Baby, you did a great job." Shen Peinan said softly, "Go back and sleep, I won't remember it tomorrow."

Mo Qinghe rubbed her cheeks, her eyes were bloodshot, and her voice was hoarse: "Why?"

Regardless of whether there were outsiders present, he turned around and threw himself into Shen Peinan's arms, holding his cold green military uniform with his fingers. Shen Peinan knew what he was thinking, patted him on the back, and said in a deep voice: "Just like us, For the country, for the faith."

The summer night wind was blowing on people's faces, and the garden was full of melting moonlight. The two sat quietly. After the hut was cleaned, the soldiers of the national army assembled at the door. Saluting, he handed over a piece of blood-stained silk cloth: "Report, it was found from that Japanese prisoner of war, with many Japanese characters written on it."

It was a white handkerchief with three tender pink cherry blossoms embroidered on the lower right corner. Mo Qinghe leaned over to take a look: "Is it related to military affairs?"

Shen Peinan shook his head after reading the line, "It's just a letter from home."

"He has a beloved fiancée in Kyoto. He asked her not to wait any longer and marry another good family. There is also an elderly mother in the family. He asked his younger siblings to take care of him. If the mother passed away, he asked them to bury her for her."

Mo Qinghe stopped talking, feeling terrified and empty in his heart, Shen Peinan dismissed the soldiers, suddenly turned his face, and said softly: "Xiao Mo, discuss and put it on the agenda later, I will find a way to speak for you."

There were some words that no one wanted to say out of their mouths. They looked at each other with a chill from the bottom of their hearts.