Costume Mountains and Rivers

The soldiers of the national army retreated in batches, and the convoy rolled up the vast yellow sand, and one after another disappeared at the end of the path.

Mo Qinghe stood crookedly, his hands seemed to squeeze the scarf out of the water, he remembered the glance that Shen Peinan threw at him before getting into the car, with expectations and reluctance, and finally turned into his usual indifference, The car door closed with a bang, and he and he were separated into two worlds, entangled for several years, and finally diverged.

The garden was empty in the afternoon, and there was a clear sound of locking behind it. The heavy iron chain was around the gate, and the cold October sun was cut into uniform strips by the gate. Mo Qinghe stood at the gate, looking for comfort Burying the tip of his nose in the scarf, sniffing the warm scent of wool, he saw a shadow at his feet, which was "Snow Mountain". He had completed his mission, and the red star on his military cap was shining.

Mo Qinghe opened his mouth, the surroundings were too quiet, he clearly heard a soft pop in his mouth when the upper and lower jaws separated, he turned his head to look at the snow-capped mountains: "What should I do now?"

His nose bridge was straight, his cheeks were pale, his eyes were ethereal and moist, and he couldn't find the focus. For the first time, "Snow Mountain" glanced at him with an attitude of admiring a beauty, and finally realized the fact that someone of the same sex would fall in love with him. However, he didn't feel compassion for Mo Qinghe's situation, and replied impatiently: "How do I know?"

He pressed down the brim of his hat and strode away.

Mo Qinghe basked in the sun for a while, stopped a car, and rushed to her residence.

He said to himself that he had accepted the fact that his love was disillusioned many years ago. Shen Peinan came and went, but he didn't lose it again.

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when we went back. The guard, Xiao Shuanzi, lost his patience in waiting. He put his rifle on his shoulder, stepped on his own shadow, and kicked around in the yard. When he saw Mo Qinghe coming in, he rushed to meet him: " Commander, have you eaten yet? I made lunch in the cafeteria at noon, and I left it on the table for you."

Mo Qinghe nodded. The newly harvested corn and peppers hung outside the cave, which were red and yellow under the sunlight. Xu Shaomin put a wooden board on his knees as a table, holding a half of a pencil, and wrote letters stroke by stroke. The 1.8-meter tall men curled up on the steps, seriously a little funny.

Mo Qinghe passed by him, looked down at the beginning address, leaned over and snatched the half of the pencil from his hand, and threw it out casually. Xu Shaomin hurried to pick it up, complaining loudly: "Captain, why are you messing with other people's things?" Woolen cloth!"

He picked up the pencil and blew the ash on it. Mo Qinghe crumpled up the letter paper and threw it out of the courtyard in frustration. Is it sealed?"

He thought that Xu Shaomin was going to turn his back on him, but the honest man just stared at a pair of gentle and honest eyes like a cow, couldn't say a word, his eyes turned red suddenly.

He ran back to his room, took out seven or eight letters that he had written, and looked at Mo Qinghe dejectedly: "They returned all the letters I wrote in the past two months, saying that they will not be allowed to write in the future, and even if they are written, they will be sent." stay home."

He lowered his head and fiddled with the stack of unpostmarked letters one by one: "I can't figure it out, didn't it mean peace? Isn't the KMT and the Communist Party a family in the future? How can a family be said to be a family?" What about collaborating with the enemy?"

He looked at Mo Qinghe expectantly: "Head, you have knowledge, but I don't understand those big principles. Tell me, can he and I still get back together?"

Mo Qinghe was left speechless by his question, he wanted to concoct a more euphemistic way of saying it, but his brain seemed to be rusted, he was stunned for a long time, and shook his head.

He thought that Xu Shaomin was going to question him, but the peasant with a rough appearance and a tender heart suddenly lost his voice, squatted down in a daze, and stroked his short fluffy hair with two rough hands.

"I joined the army just to fight Little Japan, and I have nothing against the Kuomintang. If he can go home with me, he can join any party he likes. I go out to earn money. I have strength. I can farm and build houses. Able to work as a carpenter, I serve him delicious food and drinks, and don't let him do any work..."

Mo Qinghe was very sad, the words came to his lips and swallowed back. He couldn't convey Shen Peinan's words to Xu Shaomin. How could he explain clearly to a simple village man that his wife was a regular soldier who had the courage to dedicate himself to the party and the country. For me, the pure love that sprouted in the mountains has already become an inflamed appendix, a rotten scar, with no aesthetic feeling at all, and I can't wait to find a way to remove it?

The times are about to change, the big tide is approaching, it is more massive and direct than ever before, unstoppable, swallowing everything, love is like a small boat in the wind and waves in front of it, Mo Qinghe sits side by side with him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, Xu Shaomin's depression these days finally reached a critical point, he nestled his shaved head like a bayberry against Mo Qinghe's chest, and let out a howl like a beast.

Mo Qinghe didn't reprimand him as usual, her slender hands rose and fell on his back, feeling a kind of bitterness connected with fate.

Yue Tong gave up on Xu Shaomin, and he also gave up on Shen Peinan, but his brother Shen was different from Xu Shaomin, brother Shen was resolute and tough, he was driven away by that shiny black car, he was covered in armor, invincible, He won't squat in the yard and cry secretly.

Maybe there is, and it will be on the other side of the ocean that is out of reach.

Xiao Shuanzi came out with the hot dishes, saw two people outside, turned around and went back to the house, put the dishes on the yellow mud stove to heat up, secretly picked out a piece of potato and stuffed it into his mouth like a field mouse. Chewing quickly with puffed cheeks, after this period of time, he almost understood what this weird feeling was all about.

The white sunshine made people's backs itchy, as if being pricked by thin and tough wheat awns, Mo Qinghe sent Xu Shaomin back, and sat quietly at the door, feeling physically and mentally exhausted.

Time seemed to slow down all of a sudden. He looked at the watch again and again, and the hands always stopped at a similar position.

"Hello." A clear female voice sounded at the gate of the courtyard, "Aren't you going to the airport?"

Jiang Anni walked into the courtyard gate, wearing a black and white checkered long windbreaker that is rarely seen in the base area, the beige gauze scarf was blown fluttering by the wind, her waist was very thin, her lips were bright red, she put her hands in her pockets, and the long shadow Stop in front of Mo Qinghe.

"What a man, if you don't chase me, you will go."

Mo Qinghe lowered her head and fiddled with the pebbles on the ground without raising her head: "Let's go soon, it's up to you."

Annie glanced at her watch: "There is still an hour. For professional secret service personnel, let alone an hour, even if there is only the last minute, the last second, the outcome can be rewritten."

"You are so persistent." Mo Qinghe smiled helplessly, "He is better off with men, you are so beautiful, don't you feel it is a pity to follow him?"

"I'm different from you. Romantic love is a luxury in an instant. I never make long-term plans." Annie put on a pair of new earrings today, moved her head slightly, and a pair of pendants rustled, she shrugged Shrugging, "Great artists and leaders have no shortage of bisexuals, and honestly, I don't mind either."

She took something out of her pocket, threw it out and caught it, her eyes moved up and down, Mo Qinghe looked up, her face changed, it was the diamond ring she gave her in anger, a square shape the size of a small beetle The diamond was shone by the sun into a drop of crystal clear water, dancing in her palm.

"Give it back to you, I don't want the things that others have worn." The shiny little thing drew a graceful arc, and flew straight towards the door frame next to it. Mo Qinghe was so frightened that he flew to save it, throwing his hands back and forth for a long time Only then did she hold it tightly in the palm of her hand, Annie's face was turned away from the sun, her lips looked like a blood-smeared moon: "If you stay here, there will be no good fruit to eat, and they won't trust you anymore."

Mo Qinghe pretended not to hear, put the ring back into her pocket, and said calmly: "I belong to the combat force, and I am not under the jurisdiction of Lao Xie."

She sneered: "The intelligence network is everywhere. Now we use two legs to transmit information, but it won't be long before there are radio waves wherever there is an army, and the master of intelligence will have supreme power."

Mo Qinghe was robbed by her, a little confused: "What are you here for?"

"Convince you, leave Yan'an."

"why?"

Regardless of his objection, Annie sat side by side with him on the threshold, stretched out her two long and thin legs, and her high heels bumped against each other: "What kind of person do you think I am?"

Mo Qinghe glanced at her, but said nothing, Annie sneered: "You can say, highly educated, innocent and unruly by nature."

"You can also just say, crazy, shameless, like a psychopath." She turned her face and waited for Mo Qinghe's reaction. Mo Qinghe couldn't help laughing, and Annie followed suit: "I will participate Revolution, not for faith and sacrifice, but for joy."

"I like Yan'an. Yan'an is a land of freedom, but Mr. Shen has a longer-term vision than you. There is no absolute freedom and equality in the world. I have always suspected that the principles we follow will one day become a stricter bondage than imperial power. She pursed her lips, and the sunlight drew a beautiful line on her side face, "There are enough people left, and there will be more and more in the future. I think someone should realize the missing other in our lives." Part of it, when we are in the harshest environment, we can say to ourselves, at least someone is away from it all, someone is basking in the sun, enjoying true love, our efforts were not in vain.”

Her face was facing northwest, showing a serious expression that Mo Qinghe had never seen before, "I have heard about your junior brother's deeds, and sometimes I feel that I am more like him than those old illiterate old illiterates, your junior brother If he was still there, he would agree with me."

Mo Qinghe closed his eyes, the sunlight pierced through his thin eyelids, turning his field of vision into a bright red, a stream of heat flowed through his body, sad and passionate, like thousands of tiny steel needles rushing towards his scalp , rushing to the fingertips of each finger, Annie's voice was exceptionally soft: "There is a saying in foreign countries that there is no perfection under the sun."

He opened his eyes a little, facing the dazzling light: "Do you believe we can win?"

"Yes." She nodded, "It is not military strength that determines the outcome, but the hearts of the people."

Mo Qinghe put his right hand in his pocket, rubbed the ring repeatedly, his palms were sweating hot, he stared blankly at Annie, then jumped up, Annie smiled and asked him: "Are you leaving? "

Shaking her head, Mo Qinghe stepped back, tripped over a stone on the ground, and got up in embarrassment: "No, I, I just want to send him off."

He was at a loss, and he didn't know what he was doing. He took a few steps back, turned around suddenly, and ran towards the airport.