Costume Mountains and Rivers

The venue for the dinner was a Western-style building funded by Catholics in the inner city of Yan'an. The first floor was the banquet hall, and the second floor was all bedrooms. The interiors all retained foreign furnishings with religious styles, which can be called resplendent.At the beginning of the War of Resistance Against Japan, the Eighth Route Army discussed several times and wanted to tear down this "blockhouse" of foreigners. Later, the status of the Communist Party gradually improved, and the high-level leaders needed a decent place to receive foreign guests and party members. This place was preserved intact. .

The reception party was held in a formal diplomatic standard, and everyone was very happy. Who is Shen Peinan, the commander of the 83rd Army? He came from an old Kuomintang bureaucratic family. He was notoriously anti-communist back then. Now even senior Kuomintang warlords come to make friends with the border government. There is probably hope for peace talks on this matter!

The members of the Chongqing delegation had already entered the venue, and a row of blue sky and white sun flags had been planted around the foreign building, and shiny military jeeps and large black cars were parked on the road at the entrance, and the sound of loud military music could be heard from a long distance away.

Mo Qinghe came running recklessly, and the guard at the door was holding a rifle, blocking him out without saying a word: "Comrade, we have the responsibility to protect the safety of the chiefs, no matter who you are, you can't come in without a badge !"

Mo Qinghe was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He turned his head and rushed into Lao Xie's office. He yelled at the old chiefs one by one. The role of intelligence warfare has become more and more important in recent years. Lao Xie Following the smooth official road, I was so tired that my hair turned gray, and I put on my reading glasses in advance.

There was a pot of Clivia planted on the window sill of Lao Xie’s office. The orange buds had just sprung out, and the teacup was steaming. He put his feet on the table and glanced at Mo Qinghe from behind the newspaper: “You young little ones Comrade just can't hold back! Today is the reception ceremony, what do you say as the head of a combat unit? There will be more meetings in the future, and the meeting will not be short of time!" He pointed at Mo Qinghe's forehead, "It seems that when I approved you to stay away from the intelligence battlefield, it was a correct decision!"

Mo Qinghe begged with a full face, and raised a finger: "Just sneak in and take a look, just take a look, I won't let him see me, don't eat, drink or make trouble, I promise to come out after watching!"

He almost pretended to be his grandson and acted like a spoiled child: "Chief, everyone in the Eighth Route Army is equal, right? Look at the regulations of the 26th regiment. I am [-] years old, have joined the army for eight years, and above the regiment level. Falling in love is not considered a mistake, right?" ? You see, I and..."

He was quite ashamed to mention Shen Peinan's name, and concealed it: "You know about me and him. Last year at Calabash Mountain, if I hadn't coaxed him in a low voice, we wouldn't have won that big victory!"

With his hands behind his back, he was circling like a rooster while happily describing the battle in Calabash Mountain, and the cowhide was almost blowing into the sky.Old Xie was annoyed by his noise, stopped him with a wave of his hand, took out the key to open the filing cabinet, and pulled out a kraft paper envelope with an urgent red stamp: "I just received the urgent document, the communication office is off work, and no one will help me Running errands, you go there, enter the banquet hall through the side door, and quietly hand it over to Chief of Staff Zhao, so there must be no mistakes."

A smile spread across Mo Qinghe's face, and Lao Xie gave him a loving and reproachful look: "Also, tell Lao Zhao to urinate a few times less!"

Mo Qinghe stood still: "I promise to complete the task!"

Holding the file bag in his arms, he walked out the door with a smile. Lao Xie picked up a shower to water the orchids, glanced at his back, and shook his head.

After confirming that Mo Qinghe had gone far away, he picked up the phone on the table: "...I'm Xie Xingguo from the Secret Service, ask Zhao Shen to answer the phone."

He clamped the receiver to his neck, tapped on the glass plate on the table, and his expression gradually became serious: "Well, well, Comrade Mo has already passed... bring his file, and keep quiet after you get it. Take a good look at him, pay more attention to his words and deeds, and avoid his personal contact with that Kuomintang before confronting him...Of course, of course, but this little comrade has been immersed in the capitalist world for a long time. Important, we must be prepared..."

The wooden door closed, clicked and locked from the inside, and the voices were inaudible.

At [-]:[-] p.m., the press conference ended and the reception dinner officially began.

The lobby of the western-style building was completely cleaned, and the dark purple curtains hung from the corridor on the second floor to the floor on the first floor. There were many oil paintings on the walls, but the chief executives thought those naked Western women holding children were indecent, so they ordered them to be replaced by Stalin. As well as the portrait of Marx, all the marble cherubs carved on the roof have also been chiseled down, leaving ugly holes.

The grand dinner opened the eyes of many comrades in the old revolutionary base area. It was the first time they saw a phonograph with a large golden horn, and it was the first time they knew that they could not squat on chairs when eating, and had to walk around with plates. They ate peanuts at the same time. Mi's cursing old comrades fully expressed their dissatisfaction with the habits of capitalism, but in addition to these Red Army soldiers wearing old cotton trousers, some people also found memories of the past in the lights and music.

In the southeast corner of the hall, a girl in Lenin's military uniform with fluffy curly hair had no intention of having a dinner party. A Kuomintang general with a low voice and decent conversation completely fascinated her.

She was sitting at the table, holding the goblet tightly, her eyes were shining softly, and she gently raised her hand to fiddle with the hair beside her ear from time to time.

In her eyes, the Kuomintang lieutenant general surnamed Shen had all the qualities of a man she admired. He had broad shoulders and firm eyes. The war gave him an overly cold and calm appearance. The imprint of excellent education, if there is anyone who can perfectly combine the roughness of a general with the suaveness of a dandy, it is probably this one in front of me.She stared at the shiny brass buttons on his military uniform, believing that there was infinite power hidden under that neat military uniform.

Since she graduated from the United States six years ago and came to Yan'an for her ideals, she has never been as passionate as she is now. This excitement is completely different from her enthusiasm for work. She has received a Western-style education and knows very well that she has fallen into a trap. A fatal and romantic love.

Following her hazy line of sight, Shen Peinan, dressed in military uniform, was talking with a foreign female reporter with a glass of wine. His English was taught by a foreign tutor since he was a child, and he hardly had a local accent. , he suddenly found that there was an extra lady beside him.

This bold girl is dressed in a military uniform like the young women in the base area, without makeup, but her shiny curly hair and moist eyes make her different. Shen Peinan hesitates. The style of Yan'an is very different from that of Chongqing. He doesn't know. How should I say hello.

The girl's eyes were narrow and charming, and she raised her goblet to lightly touch Shen Peinan's, smiling sweetly: "Mister Chen, we call each other comrades here, but today's atmosphere is special, I don't mind using the old etiquette."

Shen Peinan immediately understood. He raised the girl's hand and kissed the back of it lightly. The girl giggled and shook hands with him again: "Jiang Anni, a graduate of Columbia University, Shen Junzuo, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Really? What a coincidence, my brother and Miss Jiang are alumni."

The girl raised her eyebrows and corrected him: "Annie."

Shen Peinan shook his head and smiled: "I didn't expect Yan'an to have a beautiful and lively lady like you. It's really beyond people's expectations. I don't know what kind of work the lady does?"

Annie pretended to be mysterious, tiptoed to Shen Peinan's ear, and exhaled hotly: "Is it my job? Combine two words: it doesn't exist, you can't say it."

"As soon as you set foot on the land of Yan'an, I know the structure of the special car you use, how many guards are around you, what brand of pen you use, and what kind of woman you like."

"Oh?" Shen Peinan didn't change his face, "Forgive me, I know some friends from the Military Command Bureau. Compared with them, Miss Jiang's professionalism needs to be improved."

Annie stepped back, laughing loudly: "You're right, spies don't report themselves."

She raised her glass and took a sip of champagne, then stretched out her hand to Shen Peinan: "For the sake of your brother being at the same school as me, why don't you invite me to a dance?"

Shen Peinan bowed deeply: "I am very honored."

The two slipped onto the dance floor hand in hand, and to the music of the waltz, many Kuomintang committee members and female reporters had already started their after-dinner social activities.

This Chongqing-style dinner was grand and sincere, but not everyone enjoyed it.

Holding the kraft paper bag, Mo Qinghe sneaked into the auditorium through the side door, and found out the location of Staff Officer Zhao from the guards on guard. The new military uniform provided by Lao Jiang was still an old gray cloth uniform full of patches, and he was angrily commenting on the banquet.

"What the hell are these unhealthy tendencies? If you want me to say, let's set up twenty or so large wooden tables on the slopes, each of us will share a large bowl of fatty meat stewed with beans, and half a catty of red sorghum. What can we disagree with?" of?"

He bent down and knocked the cigarette pot on the ground, immediately there was a pile of ashes on the red carpet, and then waved the cigarette stick, pointing at the female reporter sent by the National Control Area: "Look at those women, it's immoral."

The female reporters wore western clothes and had their curly hair permed, and there were also a few foreign girls with blond hair and green eyes, which were rare in the base area.Mo Qinghe handed over the document, and he looked very good-looking with black eyebrows and red lips. At this moment, he was crying in his heart, and suddenly forgot the purpose of finding Shen Peinan, and stood aside awkwardly.

Staff Officer Zhao looked up and saw the little white face that appeared out of nowhere, and he was even more angry: "Look, our own soldiers have forgotten the style of hard work and simplicity after the battle. If we continue like this, we must learn Watching the Kuomintang smoking opium and playing whore! Look at you, you..."

He wanted to pick out some mistakes, but after observing for a long time, he found that Mo Qinghe was a natural beauty, handsome and unadorned. After holding back for a long time, he had to say: "Cut your eyelashes! You are so flashy, you can put the little devil Flick away, can you flick back the KMT's planes and cannons?"

Mo Qinghe didn't know whether to laugh or cry, Staff Officer Zhao had vented enough, and then he noticed that there was something extra in his hand, he looked down and saw the red badge on the paper bag, and immediately reacted, his eyes swept Mo Qinghe's face sharply.He is not a fuel-efficient lamp either. After taking two puffs of cigarettes, he pulled out his chair and said, "Sit down, it's not easy to go for a walk in hot weather, drink some wine with me."

Mo Qinghe threw peanuts into her mouth one by one, echoing the chief's words, she felt very disapproving in her heart, saying that if you want to talk about politics, Qingming, military and civilian unity, the Eighth Route Army is much higher than the KMT, and if you want to talk about the quality of personnel and military training, we can say Really have to learn from others.

Zhao Shen was scolding ballroom dancers, Mo Qinghe cast a glance, and suddenly saw Shen Peinan hooking up with a beautiful girl from the Intelligence Department, immediately changed his position, slapped the table vigorously, and cursed: "These Kuomintang, It’s too bad, it’s so lacking in quality!”