Costume Mountains and Rivers

At 04:30 in the afternoon, the sun began to lose its temperature, and the temperature on the plateau gradually dropped.

A small plane was parked at Yan'an Airport. The fuselage was coated with a layer of golden shell by the setting sun. The gangway had been lowered, and the cabin door was opened. The heavily armed national army soldiers carried rifles, and one by one got into the cabin. Not far away On the open space, the delegations of the Kuomintang and the Communist Party are shaking hands affectionately to bid farewell.

Dressed in two-coloured military uniforms, the gentle-faced men gave no indication that not so long ago they were on opposing sides trying to gain leverage.Shen Piaoping and his wife stood aside, Yuan Ye held a little boy in one hand, Shen Piaoping was wearing a bright red scarf, her cheeks were blown white by the wind, Shen Peinan walked towards them, her gaze stayed on Yuan Ye for a moment.

"Fourth sister was spoiled and spoiled since she was a child. I have been floating on the battlefield all year round. I haven't fulfilled my responsibilities as an elder brother. I will leave it to you in the future." He looked at Yuan Ye coldly, "Don't forget what you promised me."

After saying this, both of them subconsciously glanced at Shen Piaoping. They still disliked each other, nodded at each other, and looked away in disgust.Shen Peinan walked in front of her sister, but before she could speak, Shen Piaoping suddenly stepped forward: "Third brother, I want to discuss something with you."

She called her second son, A Yi, who was playing around, and kissed his little face, big tears rolled down his neck. After you get home, you must be obedient, eat more, cover the quilt before going to bed, and don't cause trouble for everyone."

A Yi still doesn't understand the meaning of traveling far. The four or five-year-old child is slender and fair, looks like his mother, with dark eyes and a straight nose, but his body has inherited his father's thin body, vaguely revealing the shadow of his second uncle Shen Shuzhu, thin And Wen Wei is like a translucent bean sprout, and like a cold mint.

He lay in his mother's arms like a twisted candy, with his thin arms wrapped around Shen Piaoping's neck, and he responded in a childish voice: "But I don't know them, I don't want to go alone..."

With tears in her eyes, Shen Piaoping had a smile on her lips: "Didn't we all agree at home? Grandma's house has your favorite sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, crab roe pancakes, and cousins ​​to play with you. You are a man, you said You cannot go back on your word.”

Ah Yi thought and thought, and nodded reluctantly: "It's just a week, and you will pick me up next week."

Shen Piaoping's cheeks lost all color in an instant, her teeth bit her lower lip into a row of pale marks, but her eyes showed the typical determination and determination of the Shen family in Jiangnan, she untied her scarf, and solemnly wrapped it around A Yi's neck Then he stood up abruptly and pushed him into Shen Peinan's arms.

"Third brother, Yi'er's character is not suitable for staying in Yan'an, please take him away, promise me, give him the best life, let him receive the best education, protect him from being bullied, and wait for the domestic situation in two years. It's too peaceful, A Yuan and I will pick him up..."

Her tone was firm, with tears streaming down her face, Shen Peinan handed A Yi over to an adjutant, stepped forward, and gave her sister a loose hug.

"rest assured."

It was a tacit understanding from blood, Shen Peinan no longer asked, Shen Piaoping no longer asked, she turned her head and threw herself into her husband's arms, suddenly broke down in tears.

Yuan Ye patted her on the back, followed by red eyes, and said to Shen Peinan: "Brother, please."

Everything has been arranged properly, the last soldier of the guard jumped into the cabin, Sun Jicheng stood behind Shen Peinan for a while carrying the suitcase, and said in a low voice: "Military seat, it's 10 minutes later than the scheduled time, can't wait ?”

Looking into the distance, Shen Peinan saw that there were no imposing buildings in Yan'an, and it was empty. The autumn wind was bleak, the sky was gray, and there was a heavy red sun hanging among the treetops. The square came and went, he glanced at his watch and shook his head: "Let's go."

Surrounded by four or five colleagues, he walked up the gangway step by step, feeling empty in his heart. He didn't want to admit that he was expecting someone to stop him suddenly. When he turned around, he saw Mo Qinghe running towards him with a frank smile on his face. , he was holding on to the handrail of the gangway, the wind blew the hem of his cloak, and a loud military song suddenly blared from the airport horn.

Seeing him lost in thought, Sun Jicheng called again in a low voice: "Junzuo, Xiao Heyeer probably won't come."

Shen Peinan tightened the buttons under his neck, and strode towards the cabin door. He looked at the square darkness and felt that it was a strange and lonely road. Leaving behind, after a long time in the battlefield, retired after success, the road ahead is long, turning the corner is another new life.

He has fought hundreds of battles in his life, only the last one was defeated.

He listened to the red ballad played at the airport, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Mo Qinghe's experience of getting off the plane was not smooth. If he wasn't a staunch atheist, he would have suspected that the heavens were against him. The loess path where people usually come and go is quiet at this time, and the cave dwellings seem to be sleeping. The only living thing is an old lady across the dirt road, her face is like a dried red date, she is sitting at the door with a bench, she is wearing a golden afterglow, and she is stroking a yellow dog to bask in the sun.

He walked along the path for two miles in one breath, and only then did he wait for a slow-moving ox cart.

The fellow had a white towel tied on his head, his skin was tanned to a brick red, and he squinted his eyes and sang Xin Tianyou, the tune changing a thousand times, sister, brother, brother, sister, hey hey hey.

The ox cart wheeled and rolled, and finally reached a fork in the road. Mo Qinghe put a straw hat on his head, thanked the fellow, jumped out of the car and ran, hoping to catch a bus while running, but the cars were all used to go The head of the airport was transported. He stopped by the side of the road for a long time, finally gave up his efforts, and simply ran towards the destination.

He said to himself that he just wanted to go to the airport to meet Shen Peinan, and see him for the last time. He ran faster and faster, and all the noises around him disappeared, leaving only his panting like a bellows, the wind passing by his ears, and sweat It flowed into his eyes, his vision was blurred, and the people who passed by were blurred into ghost shadows without edges and corners. It was probably due to the exhaustion of his physical strength that he began to lose his mind. The closer he was to the destination, the stronger the little flame of love Exuberant, turned into a rampant hot current, the scale in his heart tilted left and right, he didn't dare to stop, afraid that if he stopped, he would face a choice again.

The sun slowly sank into the horizon, the sky was half-light, and the golden plateau in northern Shaanxi seemed to have been drained of blood a little bit. It had already passed the take-off time, and the straight dirt road had no end, and he was still on the road.

It was already dark when we arrived at the airport.

This military airport, which was taken over from the Northwest Army during the Xi’an Incident, was like an ending drama. All the spectators had left, and the surroundings were silent. An old man was wearing a white cloth double-breasted coat, and was waving a broom, cleaning up endgame.

Mo Qinghe's clothes were soaked in sweat, her hair was black and shiny, like a drowning man, grabbing the straw on the shore, and asked out of breath, "Old, fellow, have he, they, gone?"

He ran all the way, stopping too quickly, his heart beating like a drum, as if his chest cavity was about to burst, and there was a disgusting smell of blood in his mouth.

The old man was a little deaf, stopped the broom, pointed to his ear, and said in a high-pitched voice, "Say what?"

Mo Qinghe leaned over and covered her stomach, feeling dizzy for a while: "I, I'm here to send the plane off, have they left yet?"

The fellow looked at him from head to toe, and seeing Mo Qinghe in military uniform, showing a warm smile, he nodded vigorously: "Hey, hey, let's go, we've already left, you should go back too."

Mo Qinghe stared at him in a daze, and staggered back two steps, as if suddenly hit by a sledgehammer, his temples felt dull pains one after another. He saw an old woman who was setting up a stall not far away, and wanted to ask her After inquiring again, he walked over in a trance, only the old man's words echoed in his mind, he left, he left early.He stood there, forgetting what he was going to do, his whole body was drowned by the tide of frustration and remorse.

They're over, it's over, his expression is uglier than crying, looking at the silent airport, his nine years of love ended in such a lame way, he doesn't have to wait anymore, he doesn't have to argue with him anymore and get angry , I will never see his brother Shen again!

The night was cool, and the old woman wrapped in a red scarf was busy closing the stall. Suddenly, there was a ghost in front of her eyes. Her face was ashen, and her head was covered with oily sweat. She looked like a ghost who had died on the battlefield once. I was taken aback, and asked tentatively, "Little comrade, do you want to buy something?"

Mo Qinghe remained motionless, subconsciously touched his pockets, his jacket and his trouser pockets. He came in such a hurry that he didn't bring a border ticket. His stupid look made the old lady laugh, and he immediately opened the Basket, took out a big sesame seed cake, wrapped it in oil paper and stuffed it for him: "Look, this kid is hungry, come here, take it, and eat when he's hungry."

"You are also 25 six, the youngest of my family is as old as you!"

The old woman walked away with her back hunched, Mo Qinghe dragged her heavy steps, sat on the curb, took a bite of sesame seed cakes, chewed hard with her cheeks puffed out, her throat seemed to be blocked, she couldn't swallow it no matter what, she chewed it for two more Suddenly, he held the sesame seed cake, buried his head in his arms, and began to cry loudly.

He has never lost his composure since he was 20 years old. This cry was like the Yellow River bursting its embankment, breaking down the boulder that had been pressing on his heart. At first, he bit his sleeve and tried his best to endure it. He came out, then gradually became hoarse and deep, he shrugged his shoulders, sniffed his nose up and down, the man's sobbing echoed on the empty roadside, the moonlight shone down, and the cry could not be filled with desolation and desolation.

Mo Qinghe was crying to herself, she was breathing in but not out, her head was short of oxygen, she just felt dizzy, the future was miserable, and she was confused.

Suddenly footsteps came from the opposite side, from far to near, a long black shadow stopped opposite him, with a bang, something heavy fell to the ground.

Mo Qinghe raised his eyes, and in the foggy field of vision, he saw Shen Peinan standing in front of him wearing a black cloak, anger lingering in the corners of his eyes and brows, a square suitcase at his feet, and Sun Jicheng following behind, A look of astonishment on his face.

"Mo Shaoxuan, today I understand what I am in your heart." Shen Peinan looked down, with anger in his eyes, "I asked you to arrive at 05:30, and if you drag it until [-] o'clock, if I really leave What should I do? Still crying, that's a bit promising."

Mo Qinghe was dumbfounded, with tears in his eyes, Shen Peinan's eyes fell on the big sesame cake in his hand, sitting beside him, snatched it angrily, and took a big bite: "Damn it, I'm so angry that you have dinner Did not eat."

When Mo Qinghe came back to her senses, the first thing she did was not to respond to him, but to rush straight to the old man sweeping the floor, shouting into his ear with all her strength: "My fellow, why did you tell me that the plane had left? ?”

The old man was taken aback, holding the broom in both hands, shaking his head like a rattle: "Airplane? The plane didn't leave, and the chiefs who sent it off have left!"

Mo Qinghe's face was covered with snot and tears, and she almost lost her breath.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and he suddenly sensed the danger, and was about to run away, only to hear Shen Peinan's voice from behind, ambiguous because he was chewing sesame cakes: "Tie him up!"

Sun Jicheng had been prepared for a long time, and rushed over neatly, using a close combat technique to press him to the ground. Shen Peinan threw a sesame seed cake, and put him on his shoulder like a sack, and strode towards the airport. Mo Qinghe kicked Struggling with two legs: "That's not what I mean, I haven't asked the organization for instructions, haven't..."

The surroundings were empty and helpless, so he stopped moving, slammed against Shen Peinan's back, and shouted for help, but the voice was muffled: "Brother Shen—er, let me—er , let me uh- come down..."

He was amused by his weird voice, and with his arms hanging down, he whispered: "Brother Shen, I really don't want to run away, I want to kiss you."

Shen Peinan's face was gloomy, looking at the national army guard standing still in the distance and a silver plane painted with a blue sky and white sun flag: "Don't play tricks with me."

The soldiers got the order, and one by one, they got into the cabin. The night sky on the plateau was blue, and the moon came out. Mo Qinghe was carried on his shoulders. He couldn't see the road ahead. The metallic sound of thumping, he knew it was getting on the gangway, Sun Jicheng followed them with a suitcase, and the cabin door slammed, like a clear statement that from then on his first half of his life was like that rotten silver Together with the moonlight, they were locked out heavily.

Shen Peinan threw him on the seat as if unloading cargo, Mo Qinghe hooked his neck with both hands, and kissed his lips in front of everyone, the whole cabin was quiet for a moment, burst into laughter one after another.

The two of them also laughed, and amidst the laughter of the grown men, a childish voice suddenly came: "Uncle Shaoxuan?"

Mo Qinghe turned her head and was stunned for a moment: "A Yi?"