Costume Mountains and Rivers

A day later, the two teams set out separately, one headed west and the other headed south, and the difference was another year.

Since the turn of the new year, the victories of the Allied Forces have sprung up like bamboo shoots, sweeping across the land of China, Asia, and even the entire world like a shattered one.

In April, the Soviet Red Army captured Berlin, Hitler committed suicide, the same month, Mussolini was executed.In May, Germany announced its unconditional surrender. In early August, the Americans dropped a new type of weapon called an atomic bomb on two cities in Japan.

The soldiers on the front line felt the footsteps of victory more deeply than anyone else. Since the beginning of summer, the national army has taken back one city after another, immersed in celebration balls and banquets every night, and the revolutionary area is also full of joy. A new dish has been added to the dinner table. Pour hot sauce on the freshly baked rice cracker, and the rice cracker exploded with a bang. Everyone cheered and named it: Bombing Tokyo.

The [-]st Regiment of the Eighth Route Army had been stationed in a county near Yan'an for more than a month. It was a steaming midsummer afternoon, and the children were playing stones on the street with their buttocks sticking out. Captain Mo was curled up under the quilt, his face pale and sleeping. Break out in a cold sweat.

He didn't know how many times he had this weird dream. In the dream, it was always late at night. In a damp and cold hut, the Japanese army commander Jiu Mizutani opened his abdominal cavity with a knife, bloody intestines dripped all over the floor, he was shocked. He retreated again and again, only to see Shui Gu hanging his head, saying in a gloomy voice, "Honey, I'm very happy to die at your hands."

The person in front of him was obviously Mizutani, but the voice that came out was Shen Peinan's!He reached into his stomach and took out all the internal organs, leaving only an empty blood cavity. He slowly raised his head, it was Shen Peinan's face, wearing an olive green military uniform soaked in blood, and dark red blood flowed from his eyes: "Doesn't I have a heart? Look, do you have a heart?"

Mo Qinghe woke up suddenly, the bright summer sun flooded the room, he was stabbed so hard that he couldn't open his eyes, his hands and feet felt cold, and his whole body felt cold.

Holding the quilt for a while, the soul finally returned to his body, and he said to himself: It's just a nightmare, nothing to worry about.

He put on a new vest, made himself a cup of hot tea, and sat at the table waiting for his heartbeat to return to normal.He actually knows the source of these strange dreams. The current situation is very good. People all over the country are praising Chairman Jiang. The Eighth Route Army has also been ordered to reduce military activities. , This is everyone's tacit secret. Of course, everyone longs for peace, but the 800 million national troops are watching, and they must be ready for battle-without guns, they can't talk about negotiations.

Mo Qinghe's eyes were far away, so she was vaguely worried.

The laughter of the children came from outside the window, and there was no air raid siren or whistle of stray bullets. He took out the letter paper and pen, and began to write an affectionate letter.

"Brother Shen, everything is going well these days. I heard that you have won a big victory in Guangxi. Congratulations! I also want to tell you some good news. Our regiment encountered a puppet army of 3000 people a while ago. Unexpectedly, as soon as the puppet army commander saw us, he killed the kid leading the team and the translator with two shots, and surrendered on the spot. I found all the textbooks used by Peking University, and every time I review, I think of the past days."

His cheeks were hot, he straightened out his thoughts, and continued to write: "I think, after beating the Japanese, we can meet again. I really want to go to the movies with you, and then go to have a big meal of boiled lamb. I look forward to seeing you again." You meet again, miss you."

Mo Qinghe reread the finished letter, confirmed that the sentences were clear, put down the pen, folded the letter paper into the envelope, pasted the stamp, carefully sealed it with paste, and solemnly placed the letter on the table.After finishing all this, he opened the drawer and found a neatly bundled stack of letterheads. Looking at the strong and powerful handwriting on the envelope, the afternoon sun made his whole body warm, and his heart was soft and moist, like narcissus blooming in a basin of clear water. flower.

Then he shouted loudly: "Little Shuanzi! Have you received all the letters? Hurry up and go back before it's dark!"

The door opened with a creak, and Mo Qinghe looked back, but it wasn't Xiao Shuanzi who came in, but Xu Shaomin.

He scratched the door frame: "Commander, are you free now?"

The honest man blushed, walked up to Mo Qinghe timidly, and took out a piece of letter paper from his pocket: "I also have a letter I want to send, you, you help me to see, are the words written correctly?"

The letter paper was crumpled and crumpled, and it was clear from a glance that it took a lot of effort from brewing to writing. The words were written in large and simple, and the sentences were simple. Mo Qinghe quickly finished reading a few short sentences, bending over Eyes smile: "Missing a wife?"

Xu Shaomin was embarrassed by his laughter, lowered his head, and made a strong nasal voice: "Yes."

Mo Qinghe deliberately teased him: "You have only met a few times in total. He is so decent and beautiful, and he graduated from the Army Academy. Let me tell you, the KMT will have stars like clouds, and they may have forgotten you long ago. Where are you?" Good morning teacher!"

Xu Shaomin was a real person, and he became anxious as soon as he heard it, and stammered to explain: "How can it be? He slept with me, so he is my wife. In our village, which girl slept with someone, which family If the boy sleeps with the other girl, he will be a couple, and he will be buried in a pit when he dies! If he changes his mind, then...then..."

He wanted to use a powerful idiom to express his contempt, but he couldn't think of it for a while, so his eyes were bulging, "It's not as good as a pig that died of plague!"

Mo Qinghe drank tea from the enamel mug, spewed out a sip of water, and nodded repeatedly while coughing.

Xiao Shuanzi went to the county post office and ate a steaming meal of steamed mutton noodles in the city. His belly was bulging and the corners of his mouth were greasy. He also brought two bottles of bright yellow sesame oil to improve the meal for the head of the group. A message came from time to time: a call came from above, asking Mo Qinghe to rush to Yan'an immediately for a business trip.

The military order could not be delayed for a moment. General Mo Qinghe handed over the affairs of the Central Committee to the political commissar, packed his things and set off immediately. When he arrived in Yan'an, he was surprised to find that none of the chiefs seemed to be eager to see him. At first he thought it was the old incident of marrying a wife , anxiously concocted a lot of excuses, and then felt that it was wrong—the victory was imminent, and a lot of old bachelor chiefs crowded their heads to find a partner, and no one cared about his personal problems.

As for the translating virgin comrade, it is said that she is married to a deputy division commander and is already eight months pregnant, so she has suspended her job and returned home to wait for delivery.

Mo Qinghe was at a loss in Yan'an, so he called the brigade commander, but the brigade commander was also puzzled, and checked for a long time, and replied that the base area organized a training class for cadres, specially recruiting young and promising people. Soldiers went to further their studies, and Mo Qinghe has performed well in recent years. Being selected is a great honor for the whole brigade, so he must cherish it, improve his ideological realm and repay the organization.

Not long after this phone call, the brigade department sent someone to send a letter of introduction covered with red stamps. Holding the belated letter, Mo Qinghe queued up to sign up with his bedroll on his back. After several days of class, he found that the teacher had only The junior middle school diploma is also full of clichés, not as good as the study class in his own team, he doesn't pay much attention to it, it's all a vacation to recuperate.

He lives in a small farmyard assigned by the organization, drinks tea and reads newspapers every day, and lives a leisurely life.At this time, Shen Piaoping's youngest son had just turned seven months old. He was born prematurely and was prone to ailments. , looks tiger-headed, lively and active, holding a gun every day and never letting go; the second son, A Yi, is as white as a little girl, shy and shy. At this time, the Lu Xun Academy of Arts and Letters had begun to take shape. Watching a drama performance in the cathedral in Qiaoergou, the little guy blinked his big eyes and listened with gusto.

Sitting on a wooden chair in the auditorium, Mo Qinghe could hear many faults from the youthful singing voice on the stage. He held A Yi's little hand and looked at the proud actors and actresses, his throat was itchy, and he missed the past days .

He lived in Yan'an for a few days, and a shocking news came over the radio waves. The Japanese army announced their unconditional surrender!

Firecrackers sounded in the base area, and those without firecrackers knocked on the washbasins and thermos bottles. Everyone rushed out of the house, flooded the streets like a tide, poured into the fields, waved red flags in the hot sun, and embraced each other if they knew each other. The veterans were in tears, everyone was laughing, crying, roaring, and roaring to vent their ecstasy. More than ten years of oppression is over, and eight years of hard war is over. We no longer need to bow our knees to little devils Frightened, victorious, free!The Chinese people paid bloody sacrifices and drove the invaders out with steely perseverance!

After the complete joy, there was a long silence. Everyone lowered their heads and shed tears, mourning the relatives and comrades who died under the small Japanese bayonet. A [-]-year-old woman and her family of more than [-] people were slaughtered, leaving her alone in the world. She sat down on the ground, covered her face with her two skinny hands, and shed muddy tears from between her fingers.

Standing in the white sun, Mo Qinghe felt his cheeks were icy cold. He knew he was crying, but there was a smile on his lips.

Afterwards, loud and clear singing floated over the Yanhe River.

The celebration lasted for many days, and after people vented their initial excitement, other difficult matters were gradually put on the agenda.

Because Jiang Guangtou refused to establish a coalition government, Yan'an City first received a large number of democrats such as Huang Yanpei and Zhang Bojun. Various parties jointly appealed. , everyone has high hopes for the peace talks.

One evening when the sky was full of sunset, Mo Qinghe took Ah Yi for a walk on the street. He made a fragrant garland of wicker and various small wild flowers and put it on Ah Yi's head. A small light purple butterfly surrounded him. Turning around, A Yi smiled shyly. Both of them were golden in the setting sun, but Shen Piaoping was wearing a Lenin-style windbreaker, with her hands in her pockets, coming from a distance in a heroic manner.

"Little Mo!" She waved vigorously at Mo Qinghe, "Why are you still here, brother is here!"

Mo Qinghe didn't respond: "Which brother?"

"Are you stupid? Of course it's the third brother!" Shen Piaoping took A Yi's hand and winked at Mo Qinghe slyly, "The plane will arrive in the morning, and they are holding a welcome party in the city, it's still the same place. "

Mo Qinghe's whole body's blood rushed to his forehead, he was about to run, took two steps and then stopped, looking back at Shen Piaoping: "Are you going, let's go together?"

Shen Piaoping was so frightened that she shook her hands again and again: "Come on, don't forget that I came here as a traitor, I can't even hide, how can I be scolded in a hurry."

"Hey, you have to say something nice for me. The third brother is very fierce, and his parents are not here. He might not know what to do with me!"

Mo Qinghe grinned, agreed loudly, and walked along the path.