Costume Mountains and Rivers

The young man who escorted him was handsome, code-named Xueshan, and he was indeed a "Snow Mountain". He was expressionless and silent all the way.Mo Qinghe was invited into the car by him, and the female soldier sitting in the passenger cab turned her head and smiled at him. She was not wearing a military cap, her hair was tied into a bow with a handkerchief, and a pair of pearl earrings were swinging straight. Jiang Anni who met at the welcome dinner before.

The engine roared, and the car sped along the small road with yellow sand. Mo Qinghe was very alert, "Where are you taking me?"

"You are from Lao Xie,"

No one answered, the scenery outside the car window changed, and it drove into the inner city of Yan'an in a short while, and turned around Shen Peinan's residence. Those stationed are all Eighth Route Army soldiers in gray cloth uniforms, with dazzling steel knives and shining red star cap emblems.

Mo Qinghe turned her face away in astonishment, the "snow mountain" sitting next to him finally melted, smiled slightly, and said, "The plane back to Chongqing will not take off for the time being."

Mo Qinghe understood everything. He leaned back on the armchair and gently closed his eyes: "Is he safe now?"

"Snow Mountain" nodded: "It's just under house arrest."

The car accelerated, gradually left the busy city, turned another corner, and drove into a compound surrounded by red walls. The car was stopped by the guards on guard. The driver rolled down the window and showed a pass in a dark green cover , the guard looked through it carefully, saluted a military salute, and signaled to let him go.

This heavily guarded compound has just been put into use for less than half a month. The newly planted small trees are skinny, and there is silence everywhere. Everyone has a similar expression of indifference. This is the hinterland of Yan'an, the heart of war. There are only secrets and no laughter. Voice.

The car stopped in front of an inconspicuous two-story building. Xue Shan jumped out of the car first, and turned to help Mo Qinghe, but he slammed him away. Annie patted Mo Qinghe on the shoulder: "He is very Care about you, otherwise we won't have enough time to prepare."

Mo Qinghe looked at her and suddenly became angry.

This anger reached its peak when he rushed into Lao Xie's new office. He walked through the corridor filled with the pungent paint smell, ran up the stairs, and kicked the door open. Lao Xie was watering the flowers with a plastic water bottle. Turning around and seeing him, he nodded kindly: "Come on, sit down, what do you want to drink?"

The growth of Clivia is unsatisfactory, the newly opened bones are smothered in advance by the paint, and the leaves are listlessly pulled.

Mo Qinghe's eyes were fierce, and he grabbed the pen holder on the table and slammed it on the ground. The ballpoint pens crashed and rolled to the ground. One of them landed at his feet and was kicked out with a bang. He bumped into the table leg, and he rushed to Lao Xie with a stride: "Are you crazy? The negotiation is not over yet, and Lao Jiang tried his best to catch our mistakes. At this time, you put him under house arrest. Shoot yourself in the foot with a stone!"

He has known Lao Xie for several years, and he doesn't think of him as the chief, but subconsciously thinks that he is his father, and he is extremely unscrupulous in acting like a baby and getting angry.Lao Xie personally brought a cup of hot tea, Mo Qinghe swept the enamel cup to the ground with a clatter, and the tea splashed far away, steaming. house door.

His voice trembled slightly with anger: "Why?"

Old Xie didn't share his common knowledge, and calmly said, "According to the instructions from above, we must try our best to gain leverage in the negotiations in the remaining time. The Shen army occupies an important position. If they can retreat fifty miles..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Qinghe sneered and shook his head.

Lao Xie glanced at him reproachfully: "You rush to express your views after I finished speaking, you little comrades who came back from the capitalist world, your thinking is not progressive enough, and your discipline is too poor!"

He took out a map, put on his reading glasses, and waved to Mo Qinghe: "Come here and have a look, does what I say make sense?"

Mo Qinghe sank into the leather sofa and looked out of the window: "You don't need to teach me how to fight, Shen Peinan is a stubborn person, and he doesn't accept this at all, not to mention that doing so will lose the people of the whole country. Yan'an government trust, the loss outweighs the gain.”

"Of course, of course, public opinion is very important, but it's one thing to be under house arrest, and it's another thing to voluntarily abandon the dark and turn to the bright." Lao Xie took a seat opposite him and patted the back of Mo Qinghe's hand: "That's why I Transfer you back to Yan'an, Comrade Xiao Mo, the organization needs your cooperation now."

He laughed dryly: "Look at Comrade Shen Piaoping, this shows that as long as the method is right, the old Kuomintang can also accept reform! Our revolutionary area has absorbed many outstanding Kuomintang personnel, and there are also Japanese who voluntarily participated in the construction! "

His expression is kind and gentle, and his tone is persuasive. This is his most common gesture to persuade his subordinates. Mo Qinghe's eyes showed disappointment. He has also worked as a special agent on the ground and Lao Xie's right-hand man. The study class, the relaxed environment during this period, and even the meeting at the dinner party were all a pretense to win over and monitor them!He has unconditional trust in the organization, and they actually set such a despicable trap for their own people!

He was silent for a long time, and whispered: "You use me."

Lao Xie was noncommittal, he took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his Chinese tunic suit, and handed it to Mo Qinghe: "Revolution is to give up your family and work for everyone, Shaoxuan, you are not the boy who was 20 or [-] years old. , the relationship here, you have to weigh it clearly."

Mo Qinghe didn't answer, he looked at Lao Xie fixedly, then stood up suddenly: "I can't do it."

"I have known him for almost ten years, and no one knows him better than me. Even if you put a gun to my forehead and threaten him to betray the party and the country, his eyes will not blink. Of course, it would be the same if it were me." His tone was excited , eyes a little red, "You punish me, lock me up and expel me from the party, take me out as a spy and shoot me, whatever you want, I really can't do it."

After speaking, he opened the door and left. The corridor was long and dark. He ran down the stairs angrily, and vaguely heard Lao Xie calling his name from above. The special cigarettes for ladies, and the yellow handkerchief with her hair tied up were fluttering in the wind. She stamped out the cigarettes, and stretched out her hand to stop Mo Qinghe.

"I'm sorry, Comrade Mo, you can't leave here."

Mo Qinghe glared at her, took out the diamond ring from her neck, broke the red string, and slapped it on Annie's palm: "Don't you like him? You go, I have nothing to do with him from now on." !"

Annie was slender, and her movements were light and quick. Mo Qinghe couldn't get around her when she went around. Mo Qinghe resisted, grabbed his arm and pushed him into the car.

His words were firm: "I will take you to a place."

The car was on the road again, bumping all the way towards the western suburbs, and soon left the city. The scenery outside the car window became monotonous, the mountains were barren and desolate, and there was another screen of loess cliffs after bypassing one screen of loess cliffs.Mo Qinghe was puzzled. Sitting beside him, Lao Xie seemed to be angry too, with a sullen face and determination in his eyes.Mo Qinghe was so overwhelmed by the pressure he exuded, she kept her mouth shut all the way, silent.

The car was parked on the shady side of a hillside, where the sun could not shine. The cool autumn wind blew the grass leaves, and small light blue wild flowers bloomed in the wormwood bushes. Lao Xie jumped out of the car first, and walked far away Walking around, Mo Qinghe followed behind, looking at Lao Xie's gray hair, he felt that he was a little different from the usual kind old man who always shouted loudly.

He strode in the shadows with vigorous steps and a straight back, as if he had returned to the battlefield and youth again.

Mo Qinghe stood there in a daze, and Lao Xie turned his head: "Take off your hat, come and take a good look."

"Every time I want to say 'I can't do it' like you, I come here for a walk and talk to them."

Holding the general cap in his hand, Mo Qinghe looked around, only to realize that the large grassland was not level, and small mounds occupied half of the hillside, some of which were already covered by green grass, some still The loess is exposed, and crooked stones stand upright.

He suddenly understood that this is a silent and solemn cemetery, a cemetery without tombstones!

Lao Xie's eyes were desolate and gentle. He raised his eyes and gazed at each tomb like a lover. He muttered to himself in a voice that others could not hear clearly. He walked lightly along the path covered by wormwood. Steady, it seems that I have been here countless times, and it seems that I have returned to my hometown.

"Your predecessors are buried here, this is their destination, their common hometown." A smile overflowed his face, "Don't look at me now that I am old, I remember everything about them clearly."

Pointing to several graves, he recounted the stories of their lives, some fluently, some too long ago, he interrupted the narration from time to time, closed his eyes and recalled, every time at this time, his wrinkled cheeks There was an expression of nostalgia.

Then he raised his hand and pointed to a grave not far away: "That is my wife. We were on a mission in Shanghai in the 23rd year of the Republic of China. She was betrayed by a traitor, and she was tortured for a whole year after she was imprisoned. In other words, in the twelfth lunar month of that year, as a member of the Secret Service of the Fuxing Society, I personally issued an order to kill her."

"I still remember how she looked when she was about to die. She was so thin that only a handful of bones remained. She was still so beautiful and firm." Lao Xie wiped the corners of her eyes, while Mo Qinghe stood quietly, surrounded by endless barren graves Looking at him, the wormwood wiped his trousers, and the cold wind blew across his face.

Lao Xie's gaze fell back on Mo Qinghe: "Shaoxuan, the first time I saw you, I knew you couldn't do this job. You are enthusiastic, straightforward, and full of conviction. You never understand the meaning of the intelligence battlefield. There is no Human nature, there is no right or wrong, just like the task I gave you today, you think it is despicable, there are thousands of things that are despicable, but as long as it is related to faith and the safety of the people in the base area, we must go to it without hesitation. Do."

He handed Mo Qinghe a cigarette. The two were very close, blocking the cold wind trying to extinguish the flames with his body. An unknown bird hid on a branch with a melodious cry. He took a puff of the cigarette and signaled Mo Qinghe followed her footsteps, and they stopped in front of a grass-covered grave, and Lao Xie suddenly smiled: "Look here, where he lies, even the flowers and plants are flourishing."

"He's a very playful kid. He came out of the same theater troupe as you. He sang Huadan and played a good hand of cards. It's been seven or eight years in a blink of an eye."

Mo Qinghe squatted down slowly beside the green mound, grabbed a handful of cool loess, his eyes were covered with water, and he choked up the words: "Actually, he loved crying the most when he was young. He can laugh the most."

"In retrospect, there are few things worth laughing about in his life."

He clenched his fists and shouted silently in his heart: Yun Yang, my Yun Yang.

Lao Xie took a deep breath and patted Mo Qinghe's shoulder: "Think about what I said today, and give me an answer before evening."

He turned around to leave, but Mo Qinghe chased after him in a few steps: "You want his troops to retreat fifty miles?"

Lao Xie stopped in his tracks and shook his head: "No, I asked you to instigate him."

Mo Qinghe's face lost all color in an instant, he bit his lower lip, stood blankly for a long time, and said softly: "I'll give it a try."