Costume Mountains and Rivers

Those days are not fond memories.

Mo Qinghe has been drowsy for the past few days, and feels dazed when he looks at everything. He missed the bus to the city several times. He went to Shen Peinan's place to report every morning. The two of them sat in the courtyard for an hour or two. , There was soot all over the ground.

Sometimes he tried to say, "Brother Shen, remember when we..."

Shen Peinan's expression was indifferent, and Mo Qinghe stopped talking with a soft hum. Sometimes Shen Peinan would take the lead, and Mo Qinghe nodded in the middle of the conversation. That conversation was like a spider thread floating in the air, gone below.

When the sun moved to the middle and the cook rang the bell to serve lunch, Mo Qinghe left and never stayed overnight in the mansion.The soldiers peeping from a distance also wondered why the two were so good before, but now they are not as good as ordinary friends, but they themselves know very well that maybe they will spend like this for a long time in the future, or even the rest of their lives , far away, miss each other.

The protracted war has made people hate parting, death is as easy as dead leaves falling on branches, and every parting may be a farewell forever.

Mo Qinghe felt that she should be sad, but all her feelings seemed to be dulled. She only remembered the glare of the sun, the shadows of the trees, and the high and vast autumn sky. As soon as she closed her eyes, she remembered the picture of the two of them getting along day and night, and the future was blurred , no sadness, just feel confused.

Shen Peinan's timing was accurate. On the seventh day of his house arrest, Mo Qinghe was secretly recruited into Lao Xie's office again.

There was a strong wind that day, and the dust from the high slopes of the loess was fierce. The fine sand hit the window paper, and pedestrians staggered, turning into a small black spot in the chaotic world, swallowing a mouth full of sand.Mo Qinghe wrapped his face in a large scarf. Before he went out, he didn't know that today would be a special day in history. The 43 days of negotiations finally came to an end, and the final draft of the "Chongqing Armistice Agreement" was released. At the table, only waiting for the top leaders of the two parties to shake hands and sign.

Dust all over the sky blocked the traffic, and when we arrived at the mysterious red-walled compound, the old-fashioned clock had just struck eleven.

The atmosphere in the small building was very dignified, and Mo Qinghe noticed it as soon as he jumped out of the jeep. Strange faces came and went in and out of the corridor, and everyone had the special competence and indifference unique to the special agents on the ground.

Mo Qinghe felt uneasy, he hadn't figured out how to report to Lao Xie the news that he and Shen Peinan had broken up, so he stood in the corridor and typed a manuscript, and just as he opened the office door, he was startled by a series of angry roars Big jump.

"Are all of you dead? Where is Yan'an? It's the heart of the party and the hinterland of the revolution. If you can't guarantee the absolute safety of Yan'an, don't do it all, go home and play with spoons!"

Lao Xie's face turned pale, and he banged on the table: "Do you think you can relax after beating the Japanese? Let me tell you, the 800 million national army is staring at us, and Chiang Kai-shek is thinking about how to swallow us alive every day." I don’t have a gun in my hand, and my own territory has been infiltrated by the enemy. Once the time is right, any agreement will be bullshit, a piece of waste paper!”

Lao Xie's voice was suppressed just right, and the people in the room could hear clearly, but no sound was heard through the door. "Snow Mountain" and Annie were dressed in military uniforms, and they dared not refute a word after being scolded.

Mo Qinghe gave a report, and Lao Xie raised his head and lifted his reading glasses up. The usual kindness disappeared, and the eyes behind the glasses shot a cold light: "Comrade Xiao Mo, have you been busy recently? So busy Can't even see a shadow?"

Mo Qinghe was confused by this ambiguous words, Lao Xie came out from behind the desk, paced around twice, deliberately suppressing his anger: "Do you know why I called you over?"

Mo Qinghe shook her head: "Is it because of Commander Shen? I'm fighting for it. The situation is not optimistic. I'm afraid it will take some time..."

Old Xie pursed his lips, took out a stack of documents from the drawer, and threw them in front of him: "Yan'an was infiltrated by Kuomintang agents!"

"Lao Jiang can be regarded as having caught our pigtails this time, and he is enjoying himself right now!"

Mo Qinghe took the document in doubt, flipped through it casually, and suddenly felt a chill down her back. The document recorded the personal file of a man named Li Dong in black and white, and his resume was registered as a graduate of the Southwest Associated University. After investigation, this person His real name is Xue Jingfu, and he is a spy who graduated from the Hanzhong special training class of the Military Command Bureau.This person sneaked into the Second Bureau of the CCP Military Commission in the early days of the War of Resistance Against Japan. During the past seven or eight years, he was moved to many important positions. Now he is working as a secretary in the translation office. The department's major dereliction of duty, the depth and breadth of destructive power cannot be underestimated!

There were as many as 40 spies in that group, and they were removed one by one later. However, the large scale and high quality of the personnel shocked the entire Shaanxi-Gansu-Ningxia base area. Mo Qinghe was working as Lao Xie's assistant in Yan'an at that time, I have heard about it.

After flipping through a few pages, he let out a small sigh, and Lao Xie took a sip of tea: "Look, the case is clean and has never been used in these years. This is Lao Jiang's darling. If it weren't for the fact that we detained Shen Peinan He is in a mess, and I'm afraid he can hide for three to five years!"

"A lieutenant general of the Kuomintang blasted out a high-level spy." Lao Xie's plan was completely disrupted, he gritted his teeth angrily, and cursed: "Shen Peinan, an old fox, I said this time was too smooth, there must be something wrong. This is our ambush!"

The conversation with Shen Peinan a week ago flashed through Mo Qinghe's mind, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, and Lao Xie's eyes moved to his face, obviously seeing his momentary distraction: "Comrade Mo, these days you Get along, can't you see any clues?"

His eyes suddenly turned cold: "Or, you already knew?"

Mo Qinghe was silent, and Lao Xie looked him over from head to toe, picked up a stack of letter papers on the table, and threw them out with his hands. Because of you, the listening office has become deaf and blind, and we know nothing about Shen Peinan's movements! You already knew, why didn't you come to report!"

Mo Qinghe has been in a low mood for the past few days, like a chess piece being manipulated by both sides, struggling with conflicts every day, with a burst of anger, she said, "You promised me that if you want to complete this task, you must do it according to my method." !"

"He is soft but not tough. If you want to tame him, you must be honest and honest. If you play tricks with him, he will play with you ten times. If you don't fight with him, he will listen to you!" Mo Qinghe hid My own selfishness took a deep breath, "I can feel that he is hesitating. He is infected by the atmosphere in Yan'an. The economy of the Kuomintang-controlled area is currently in collapse. The four major families control gold and silver. The price of food is soaring. Hundreds of thousands of gold coupons cannot be bought. A catty of rice! The people have long since lost their livelihood, and he also shows his dissatisfaction with the national government from time to time, as long as you give me some more time..."

He suddenly stopped talking, thinking of Shen Peinan's silence these days and the solemnity in his eyes, his heart trembled heavily.

He always felt that Shen Peinan's stay in Yan'an was a bit strange. He was not a person who coveted the comfort of love. Mo Qinghe still remembered his acquaintance with Shen Peinan. At that time, he also avoided Beiping under the weight of many conflicts...

He was still in a daze, and Lao Xie shook his hand in frustration: "It's too late."

"The political struggle affects the whole body. When the news spreads to Chongqing, the national government puts pressure on us. The strange thing is that even the American newspapers also got involved, accusing the CCP of using the support of the Soviet Union to intentionally send pressure to the national government and even the United States. Provocative." He turned around a few times distractedly, and said to himself: "This Shen Peinan really has some roots. If he doesn't restrain him, he may soon become Lao Jiang's right-hand man like Gu Zhutong and Song Xilian. , What a pity, what a pity..."

Mo Qinghe hadn't paid much attention to the international situation, so he hesitated: "Then...then, are we going to instigate rebellion as originally planned?"

Lao Xie glared at him: "What is the plan? This matter has been handed over to the superior, and Lao Jiang has sent a special plane to pick him up!"

He sat back in the chair, held up a newspaper to cover his face, glanced at the words on it, and sighed long and short: "When the delegation rushed to Chongqing for peace talks, the international community unanimously praised our courage. Second-rate……"

He slapped his head hard in frustration: "Because of a small loss, I really caused a big problem for Comrade Zhou Enlai."

Mo Qinghe didn't know whether he should breathe a sigh of relief, or regret for his mistakes in work, because of Shen Peinan's relationship, he always thought farther than his passionate comrades in arms. sorrow and grief.

The political tide is like a torrential flood, and the individual is as small and powerless as a mayfly, and no one knows where it will be swept.

In the revolutionary area, the landowners divided the land, and the common people were beaming; in the Kuomintang-controlled area, the atmosphere was smoggy, and everyone was celebrating the victory. They couldn’t laugh, because the victory was too miserable. After eight years of fighting, there was a mess left. The family and relatives were gone. The savings disappeared overnight, the empty streets, the rampant soldiers, and the leaflets flying all over the sky, there is nothing but victory.

He was not in the mood to listen to Lao Xie's nonsense anymore, and wished he could run back to Shen Peinan, remembering that he said that he was born a member of the party state and died a ghost of the party state, he felt sad and wanted to hug him very much.

He withdrew from the office, closed the door lightly, then strode down the stairs and rushed towards Shen Peinan's residence.

The strong wind blew all morning, and finally died down at noon. There was a thick layer of yellow sand everywhere, and even the passers-by seemed much older.

The appearance of Shen Peinan's apartment has changed. All the soldiers of the national army who were previously detained have been released. They are lined up to hand over to the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army. The door of the mansion is open to the left and right. It was cleaned up, a square suitcase was placed at the foot of the bed, Shen Peinan stood with his back to him, and there was another tall and thin officer beside him.

Mo Qinghe ran too fast, couldn't hold back for a while, tripped over the threshold with a bang, and staggered, holding on to the door frame to avoid falling. The officer turned his head, saw it was him, and jumped at him without saying a word come over!

As soon as Mo Qinghe recognized Sun Jicheng's face, he closed his eyes in shock from the fist he swung. After waiting for a while, the expected pain did not hit him. He opened his eyes and saw the fist an inch in front of his face. He stopped abruptly, and Sun Jicheng glared at him fiercely: "Little He Yeer, our military seat came here with sincerity, if you say you turn your back on it, you turn your back on it, and if you say you will detain it, you will detain it, isn't it fair?"

Mo Qinghe didn't have time to quarrel with him, and looked over Sun Jicheng's shoulders, and kept on Shen Peinan's body, suddenly felt his knees go weak, he leaned against the door panel, and his voice lowered: "Are you leaving?"

Shen Peinan opened his mouth but didn't make a sound, just nodded at him.

Mo Qinghe's nose was sore: "Can we never meet again?"

Sun Jicheng scanned the space between the two of them, and retreated knowingly. Shen Peinan pushed Mo Qinghe's shoulders and let him sit on the bed. He half knelt by the bed and held his hands: "Honey, I want to discuss something with you."

Mo Qinghe lowered his head, glanced at the black suitcase from the corner of his eye, and felt that parting was imminent, and wanted to cry helplessly. Shen Peinan had a serious expression, squeezed Mo Qinghe's hand hard, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Mo, hand over your command and follow me."

"where to?"

Shen Peinan stared into his eyes and tried to keep his tone calm: "Leave here and go to the United States. Brother has written a letter. They are doing well in the United States. Mom wants us to go back."

"A few days ago, I was very grateful that you could think for me. I thought about it. Since neither of us can betray our beliefs, this is the only compromise." He put Mo Qinghe's hand on his cheek and kissed her gently. kissed his warm palm.

This proposal came so suddenly, Mo Qinghe couldn't believe his ears, he stared blankly at Shen Peinan, confirmed that he was not joking, and shook his head hastily: "No, I still have a team to lead, and you still have a good time future..."

He stood up suddenly, incoherent because of his excitement: "Is it just for the two of us? Just for us to live a good life for a few days. Ideals, beliefs, and the country are all gone?"

"Team, who to fight?" Shen Peinan sneered, "The little devil has surrendered, the war is over, everyone needs clear politics, not another cleansing and massacre, the future of soldiers is only on the battlefield, I have received news that he will take office at the end of this year Commander of the No.11 Army Group, if the two parties really go to war, countless Communists will die in my hands."

Mo Qinghe's mind went blank, and she found herself trembling, her teeth chattering up and down.

Shen Peinan looked out the window and smiled wearily: "Do you know why the chairman is willing to negotiate with these mud-legged eight-way? It's not because of how many rotten guns you have in your hands, but because everyone hates fighting. We are soldiers. Not a butcher."

"If I were as old as you, I would probably fight to the last moment for the party and the country. Now..." Shen Peinan's eyes revealed desolation, "I am not young anymore. The Chinese beat the Chinese, and I am too tired."

There were chaotic footsteps in the corridor. Several adjutants in charge of the chief’s daily life were carrying suitcases downstairs. The cook carried his ancestral copper cauldron and walked out muttering in Sichuan dialect. Assemble in line, after a few long-sounding passwords, the engine of the jeep rang.

Shen Peinan opened the drawer and took out a well-preserved wooden box, which contained more than a dozen shiny medals neatly. He put the wooden box into the suitcase and lightly buckled the buckle. An adjutant immediately Go forward and take the box away.Shen Peinan pushed down the brim of his hat, pulled out a pair of white gloves, and gently flexed and stretched his fingers, moving slowly, as if performing a solemn ceremony.

He was fully armed, with a stern and haughty expression, and meticulously smoothed out the creases on his knuckles, then lowered his head, kissed Mo Qinghe's forehead as if he loved a child, and put his hands on his shoulders: "Little Mo, I've already I made up my mind, not only for you, this trip to Yan'an, firstly, because I promised to make some efforts for the peace talks, and secondly, I want to see for myself what kind of place my baby yearns for."

He walked to the window and leaned out. The soldiers of the national army had already left in batches. There was a brand new black car parked in the garden, and Sun Ji stood guard beside the car like a sentinel.

Mo Qinghe felt his throat hurt, and his back was sweating hotly. At this moment, he suddenly returned to the summer nine years ago. He and Shen Peinan slept side by side, but there was an invisible wall between them. Reaching out, I couldn't catch him no matter what.

Shen Peinan's proposal was too far away. The United States was a place he had never thought of. It was said that it was thousands of miles away from Beiping City, and there was an endless blue sea in the middle.He wanted to find an excuse to make this decision for himself. Maybe the two parties could finally negotiate peacefully. He shook his head. Shen Peinan knew more about the inside story of politics than he did. Words: At this time, let alone take away a commander of the Eighth Route Army, even if he wants to dig up a mountain in the base area, for the safety of the CCP delegation, they can only agree.

It was as if someone lit a charcoal fire in the room, and the air was so hot that he was sitting on pins and needles, with a heart about to jump out of his cavity, and every second was a torment.

Shen Peinan walked up to him: "Xiao Mo, I hate people saying no the most in my life. I have been issuing orders to you since I met you. This time I respect your wishes. Think about it, the plane will take off in three hours. Come find me at the airport if you want."

He fastened the discipline buckle around his neck, turned around and left, Mo Qinghe looked at his back dejectedly, he wanted to catch up, wanted to end this protracted wait, but he couldn't leave, his youth, his ideal , comrades-in-arms, enthusiasm, and belief are all here. The new era of freedom and equality in his dream has not yet been shadowed. How can he leave?

He rushed out, hugged Shen Peinan fiercely, and rubbed his cheeks on his back repeatedly: "Don't forget me, even if there are others in the future, don't forget me."

Shen Peinan's footsteps stopped: "Silly baby, do you remember that I said something drunk to you? I'm awake today, so I'll tell you again."

"There is a confidant in life, you can have no hatred, once you make an appointment with it, it will never change." He turned his head, his eyes were gentle, "If there is a chance to meet again in this life, as long as you change your mind, I will wait for you."

Mo Qinghe leaned on his back and closed her eyes in a daze.

Shen Peinan patted the back of his hand on his waist: "By the way, there is a person named Xu in your team who always writes letters to the headquarters with you and entrusts me to hand them over to Yue Tong. Is he still alive?" ?”

Mo Qinghe hummed lightly.

"Tell him not to wait."

Mo Qinghe was shocked: "Yue Tong sacrificed?"

Shen Peinan pondered for a moment: "No, Yue Tong is an excellent party-state soldier with a fanatical willingness to be loyal to the country and has a bright future. Before coming to Yan'an, I asked him if he would like to go with him. His answer was very interesting. I think, for What do you guys say, just treat him as a sacrifice."

The author has something to say: The secret agents who graduated from the Hanzhong special training class of the KMT’s military command entered the Shaanxi-Gansu-Ningxia Border Region and the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Border Region led by the CCP. More than 40 spies sneaked into the Second Bureau of the Military Commission, the Shaanxi Provincial Party Committee, and the Security Department. post.