Costume Mountains and Rivers

After the war, the order was chaotic. The two of them ran to several private hospitals with Mo Liuchu on their backs, but there was no place for them. In a rage, Shen Peinan wanted to call the police station. Director Liu was worried that he would be punished for offending people in the military circle. After losing his job, he was very glad to have the opportunity to redeem his crimes. Mo Liuchu was admitted to a church hospital run by an American on the Bund.

After more than two hours of rescue, Mo Liuchu was finally out of danger, and did not show signs of waking up until the next afternoon.

After this episode, the departure time had to be postponed. Shen Peinan sent a telegram home and took turns staying in the ward with Mo Qinghe.

The troubles didn't end there.

According to the doctor, Mo Liuchu's condition is very bad. The morphine injection is like a ghost eating his life, his organs are on the verge of failure, and multiple infections are concurrent. However, if the supply of morphine is forcibly stopped at this time, he is likely to die of Severe withdrawal reaction, the doctor is also at a loss, suggested transfer to a nursing institution for both mental and physical recuperation, whether he can recover is still unknown, what is certain is that in the next one or two years, he will be like a useless person.

The foreign doctor had a scorched yellow beard, put his hands in his pockets, and shook his head to express his regret. Over the years, he had long been accustomed to the virtues of the Chinese in the occupied areas. When the Japanese invaded them, they used all kinds of medicines to make them suffer. Suffer the torture by yourself.

Mo Qinghe couldn't make decisions for his senior brother, so he asked Shen Peinan to stay in the hospital, and went back to the alley next to the Grand Theater, and asked the beggars one by one for Liu Chu's address. There were people coming and going on the street, and his heart was full of sadness. He didn't know how his senior brother had come down to this point. The rumored big Shanghai was paved with gold bricks.

Mo Qinghe bought some canned food at the grocery store, magazines to pass the time, and a stack of pictures of movie stars, and returned to the hospital in frustration. Just as she entered the corridor, she suddenly heard a commotion.

A nun ran out of the ward, her cheeks were slightly red with freckles, and she spoke a string of strange Chinese words: "Patient, emotional, very unstable, very uncooperative, please relatives..."

Mo Qinghe pushed the door in without waiting for her to finish speaking, and saw Mo Liuchu waving his arms and struggling desperately, trying to pull out the needle and oxygen tube on his body, his voice was high-pitched and sharp: "Let me go! You are going to kill me , want me to be arrested and shot, you have broken your conscience!"

Most of his thin face was covered by messy hair, his lips were blue and purple, like a madman, he pointed at Shen Peinan, and shouted at the nurse in a trance: "He is a traitor, he is Wang Jingwei's lackey! Traitor! Shoot him , shoot him quickly!"

The two nuns were terrified and kept making the sign of the cross on their chests. Shen Peinan hated him to the extreme, folded his arms and watched coldly. Mo Qinghe dropped the things in his arms, flew forward and pressed Mo Liuchu's shoulders and pushed them onto the bed. Mo Liuchu was so emotional that he didn't cooperate at all. He muttered a long series of curses, and gave Mo Qinghe a big-eared melon seed with a snap of his hands.

The slap was crisp and loud, Mo Qinghe was stunned by the slap, and she didn't speak for a long time, Shen Peinan became anxious and pushed him away: "I'll do it."

He was very strong, with his arms across Mo Liuchu's chest, he pressed down abruptly, his knees pressed against his lower abdomen, and his movements were so rough that he could almost hear the muffled sound of his sternum, Mo Liuchu fell back on the bed, staring at him. With a fierce look on his face, he suddenly raised his head, and bit Shen Peinan's left hand, immediately bleeding profusely, Shen Peinan gasped for breath in pain, let alone being polite to him, grabbed his neck with one hand, and slammed his bow left and right with the other. After several slaps, he scolded: "Didn't you fucking want to rob me of my wife? You stick this thing and make people look like ghosts, how can you rob me?"

Mo Liuchu howled like a wild dog, seeing that he was helpless, he glanced around from the corner of his eye and landed on Mo Qinghe: "Shaoxuan save me, senior brother will buy hawthorn cake and pea yellow for you, senior brother is rich now!" Already!"

He beat the bed with both hands, sprayed saliva and said nonsense: "The surname Shen is here, junior brother, junior brother, run, he is just pretending, he wants to use senior brother to lie to you, he has no good intentions!"

"Fuck your mother!" Shen Peinan was trembling with anger, grabbed the front of his hospital gown, dragged him out of the quilt, and bumped nose to nose, "Listen to me, I will see you in this life." There are so many dead people, there is no need to revive you and disgust me again, I don't have the heart of a bodhisattva! I saved you because no matter what kind of ghost you are, you are Shaoxuan's last relative!"

Mo Qinghe covered his face in a daze, but Mo Liuchu suddenly stopped talking, his facial muscles twitched slightly, and stared at Shen Peinan from a close distance. After a while, his hand loosened, his pupils became dilated, and he fell straight backward.

The nurse rushed forward, and the ward became chaotic in an instant.

Half an hour later, Mo Qinghe accompanied Shen Peinan to bandage the wound on his left hand. They sat and rested on the bench in the corridor of the hospital. Doctor's summons.

Mo Liuchu fell into a coma again. A small dose of morphine flowed into his body along the rubber tube. He breathed steadily and felt no pain.

Autumn in Shanghai was cold and humid, and it happened to be a cloudy day. There was a wooden window at the end of the corridor, and the gray skylight spread on the ground, making people feel even colder. There was a pungent smell of Lysol in the air. The nun came pushing the cart, her cheeks wrapped in a black turban into a pink and fleshy mass, like a baby with an adult body.The wheels creaked, and Mo Qinghe turned her head to look at the wooden door, her heart full of sentimentality.

Now the situation is complicated, they are in a hurry to leave, and they can't leave Mo Liuchu alone. Mo Liuchu hates Shen Peinan, but letting Mo Qinghe guard his brother alone makes Shen Peinan feel uncomfortable. What's worse, the brothers have not been able to communicate for many years According to the news, he has absolutely no idea about his brother's current life, whether he has any friends, and whether anyone is worrying about him urgently and sincerely.

Mo Qinghe rubbed his cheek against Shen Peinan's shoulder, and yawned deeply and long. He didn't close his eyes all night, and ran on the street for another day, so sleepy that his vision was blurred. He thought in a daze, what if Senior brother still has a trace of nostalgia for the past, is the relationship between him and Shen Peinan at this time a more shameless stimulus for the senior brother who is lingering on the sick bed?

After all, when Shui Gu approached Mo Liuchu, he was inseparable from the two of them.Mo Qinghe sighed: "I left the addresses and messages for those beggars, and I will ask them tomorrow."

"It's strange, they all know each other's details, but no one knows Liu Chu."

Shen Peinan lovingly touched his face: "Go back to the hotel and sleep, I'll watch over here."

Mo Qinghe was noncommittal, pressed Shen Peinan's knee down, pillowed his thigh, hugged his knee with both hands, and quickly closed her eyelids.Shen Peinan looked at him and smiled, took off his windbreaker, wrapped him tightly like a zongzi, wrapped his waist with one hand, leaned back on the back of the chair, and closed his eyes after that, not resting for a moment, Suddenly there was a sound of hurried footsteps in the distance.

Someone shouted at the end of the corridor: "I'm looking for Mr. Mo, where is he?"

The visitor walked straight towards the two of them, Shen Peinan sat up straight, Mo Qinghe also woke up, with sleepy tears in his eyes, he only felt that the person was like a small and hazy ghost, and when he got closer, he would It can be seen that it is a woman, about 30 years old, with flat flowered cloth shoes, cloth clothes with blue background and white flowers, holding a bulging small cloth bag in her arms, plainly dressed, exquisite and slim.

The woman had charming drooping eyes, she didn't wear makeup, but she still had a charm, and her temperament didn't match her clothes. Mo Qinghe stared at her, feeling that this woman's face looked familiar.

The woman stopped in front of them: "Excuse me, is Mr. Mo Liuchu here?"

Mo Qinghe hurriedly got up: "Are you his friend?"

The woman didn't greet him politely, she was a little impatient: "I'm his wife."

Mo Qinghe and Shen Peinan looked at each other and were stunned.

The news was too powerful, and before the two could recover, the woman broke through the door neatly, rushed straight to Mo Liuchu's hospital bed, pulled out the needle three times, and slapped his face with her hands Seeing that Mo Liuchu was still awake, she tore her hair angrily, gritted her teeth and yelled at Mo Qinghe and Shen Peinan: "Hey, you two, come and help me, the car I hired is parked downstairs, help him Carry it on."

Mo Qinghe was stunned by her weird behavior, and stopped Mo Liuchu's bed with a stride: "Mrs. Mo, I am Liuchu's senior brother. Senior brother is very weak now. He needs to rest. Whatever you want to do, please wait." Let's talk when he wakes up."

"You are his younger brother, a member of the Communist Party?" The woman's eyes suddenly showed fear, "He was forced, and I was also forced. At that time, there was nothing we could do! I can give you money, a lot of money , I beg you to let him live!"

Then she really opened the small cloth bag she was carrying, and a bright yellow light flashed by.

Mo Qinghe frowned, and the woman noticed his expression: "You don't want money? What do you want, intelligence? The Japanese retreated, we have nothing new..."

She muttered to herself, slapped her forehead, and suddenly realized: "Yes, the Kuomintang, I still have news about the Kuomintang, I can exchange it with you!"

Shen Peinan cursed secretly, the woman stretched out her hand to pull out Mo Liuchu's oxygen tube, supported his waist with one hand, and supported his shoulder with the other to make him sit up, Mo Liuchu's body was as soft as mud, staggering to go Falling down, the woman was upset, she changed several positions in front of the sick bed, and tried to hug him up by the waist, but no matter how thin Mo Liuchu was, he was a grown man after all, she tried several times without success.

Seeing this situation, Mo Qinghe closed the door with a click, blocked the way out with her body, and said in a low but firm voice, "Mrs. Mo, please trust me."

The woman stared at him blankly, her eyes were tired and flustered, and there was a ruthlessness in the depths, and there was a small brown mole in the corner of her eye. Mo Qinghe felt familiar. After searching for a long time in the deep memory, he suddenly remembered that eight years ago Hangzhou, the mahjong parlor where spies in the Far East exchanged information, he had seen this woman beside Mo Liuchu!

Probably the other party also thought of him, the guard in the woman's eyes gradually faded, she pushed back her messy curly hair and shook her head.

"Patrol police all over Shanghai are arresting him, the Communist Party, the Kuomintang, and the Japanese spies who have not withdrawn. I can't let him take this risk."

She opened the small floral cloth bag in her bosom, took out a bright gold bar, and stuffed it into Mo Qinghe's hand: "Thank you."

Mo Qinghe looked back at Shen Peinan, wanting him to advise her. Shen Peinan stood at the door with folded arms and was silent for a moment: "Where are you going with this consumptive ghost? If he dies halfway, you bury him." ?”

The woman thought for a while: "Go to the countryside first to avoid the limelight."

"Can you get morphine in the country? Or wait until he gets addicted and strangle you on the road?"

A sneer appeared on Shen Peinan's lips, and the words were aggressive. The woman's face was flushed with sullenness, and she opened her mouth to fight back, but found that what he said was the truth. She bit her lower lip stubbornly, and turned her head to look out the window for a long time , trying to control his emotions: "He is only 32 years old..."

Shen Peinan restrained his expression, and said lightly: "Come with us, go to the United States, find a better sanatorium, and cure him first."

Now not only the woman was in a daze, but Mo Qinghe was also stunned.

Shen Peinan glanced at Mo Liuchu in disgust: "He took care of Shaoxuan for more than ten years, and sent him to me again, so I owe him once."

"Brother Shen..." Mo Qinghe's eyes turned red.

The woman looked at Mo Liuchu who was lying on the hospital bed, and then at Shen Peinan. She was obviously evaluating the reliability of this transaction, and she didn't speak for a long time. Just as she was hesitating, a crisp cracking sound pierced the silence of the ward. A glass beside Mo Liuchu's bed fell to the ground and broke.

The three of them turned to the hospital bed at the same time, and saw Mo Liuchu woke up at some point, lying on his back, his eyes opened a slit, his mouth wide open, panting like a dehydrated fish, his thin limbs arranged in a big character, With one arm resting on the head of the bed, he fumbled with difficulty.

Mei Yun rushed over and grabbed Mo Liuchu's hand in a panic: "Liu Chu, you're awake."

Mo Liuchu's lips were covered with dry skin, and he straightened his neck and wanted to speak. The woman hurriedly helped him up, and put a pillow behind his back. With strength, he continued intermittently: "Meiyun, let's...follow him."

The woman looked down at Mo Liuchu's thin, blue and white hand, with a little tear on her eyelashes: "Going to a foreign country?"

Mo Liuchu opened his mouth slightly, and tried his best to squeeze out a smile: "You and I have never been close for no reason, and it's the same wherever you go. I figured it out. In this life...to live, to betray the country and the party, there is nothing to regret. I only regret one thing, at this time, I still have no ability, no ability to protect the one I love..."

He closed his eyes, his pale cheeks were bloodshot: "Mei Yun, I can't let you... let you... suffer with me."

Mei Yun suddenly cried, big tears fell down her cheeks, she withdrew a hand, covered her mouth, restrained the sobs that were about to burst out: "That thing, do you quit?"

Mo Liuchu nodded: "Jie, I will spend the rest of my life with you well."

Mei Yun leaned on him, her shoulders shrugged, and she wept loudly, her fluffy curly hair was wet with tears and stuck to her face.Mo Liuchu gently stroked his wife's hair, as if he had relieved a heavy burden. After resting for a while, he raised his head and his eyes stopped on Mo Qinghe: "Shaoxuan, call me sister-in-law."

Mo Qinghe was both joyful and sad, tears were about to come out of his eyes, he agreed hastily, wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, bowed deeply to the woman in front of the hospital bed, and shouted loudly: "Sister-in-law!"

The past is like a cloud of smoke, a lot of love and hate, many stories, many separations and reunions, and finally it is time to end.

On the day the plane took off, the weather was fine, with a wide view and no clouds in the sky. There was an endless stream of guests at Hongqiao Airport. Leather shoes, cloth shoes, high-heeled shoes, Chinese and Western, earthy and foreign, formed a lively symphony.

Mo Qinghe was wearing a newly made ferret fur waistcoat, with a three-pointed smile in his eyes, and followed Shen Peinan, his snow-white fur set off his features. He was carrying a small checkered suitcase, I feel that I have drifted a lot in the troubled times, and in the end, I am still the little actor who was raised at home.

Of course, there is something different.

Ah Yi broke away from Meiyun's hand, called Uncle Shaoxuan in a childish voice, and ran forward with small steps, Mo Qinghe took out a candy, peeled off the wrapper and put it in his mouth, Ah Yi smiled shyly , The dark eyes are bent into two crescent moons.

He led Ah Yi, step by step towards the plane gangway, the crowd behind him was turbulent, the pink light, the ecstasy, the flames of war and gunpowder, survival and destruction, belief and sinking all gradually lost their color, like a play that sung to the end, The actors left the stage, the curtain closed, and the audience woke up from a yellow beam dream, marveling that it was still in the world.

In the world, sometimes it is more beautiful and sad than operas.

Shen Peinan just told him a story in a foreign religion. It said that in order to punish people for their sins, the gods of the foreigners sent down monstrous floods and built a large ship for the living to continue their blood.

He looked at the silver plane shining in the sun, and felt that it was very similar to Noah's Ark in the story. They sat in the same cabin, belonged to different political parties, and leaned towards different organizations. Some were loyal, some were betrayed, and some People love each other, some people hate each other, but they have never felt more clearly than now that they are relatives, blood and compatriots that cannot be separated from war and suffering.

The escort pushed the wheelchair. Mo Liuchu was washed and cleaned, wrapped in a thick blanket, and pushed into the cabin carefully. Mo Qinghe put a hot water bottle into his arms, leaned over and held his skinny hand, and said softly: " Brother, we have to go."

"Treat your illness properly, and when you recover, we will share the same stage again, so that foreigners can also experience our Chinese drama."

His eyes were blurred, and he sighed: "If Yunyang is still here, the three of us would be great."

Mo Liuchu smiled at him with kind eyes, like an elder brother looking at his younger brother. Mo Qinghe gave up his seat to Mei Yun, turned around and took two steps to Shen Peinan's side.

Sunshine came in through the porthole, and the plane began to take off. He was pressed on the seat, watching the scenery outside the window quickly receding, and then slowly descending, becoming a small point, feeling a little lost in his heart, but the silver robot bird carried They fly to the place of light without stopping for a moment.

The ocean is blue and wide, dusk comes quickly, and everything in a foreign land is amazing. They got off the plane and changed cars, passed through the city and then came to the suburbs. The green grass was in front of them, the sun was shining, and the roses bloomed like clouds. A bearded lawnmower waved vigorously at them, and a cocky Dalmatian rushed out from the bottom of the grape arbor, barking at the guests vigilantly.

A white western-style building is covered with sunlight, the gates are opened one after another, and through the open garden, a large family is dressed in bright clothes, nodding and smiling at them standing on the steps.

Mo Qinghe jumped out of the car, held A Yi with one hand, and Shen Peinan held the other hand, and walked towards them with a smile.

The hollow and carved door closed behind him, and at the same time, what was left behind was the mountains and rivers soaked in blood and fire and the unfinished ideals of this life. He didn't know whether this choice was right or wrong, he was not that kind of person—— He would romanticize that hundreds of thousands of people died just to fulfill his love.Perhaps life is not as good as a play, the stories in the play are intertwined, and at the end, there is a happy ending where good and evil are rewarded, but life has many regrets. Under the sun, no matter how perfect it is, it may only be a small reunion.

He has never expected to be reunited in his life. At this moment, he is standing on the grass, the fragrance of flowers and herbs is overflowing, and the breeze blows by his ears. He said to himself, this is the second half of my life.

The author has something to say:

Thank you all above!

The life of the couple, as well as the ending of other people in the article, spans a long time and the content is fragmented. It will be released slowly in the form of small episodes (about four or five?) and the costumes will be serialized from February last year to this year. month, spanning nearly a year, I have to say that the author is such a lazy man!Thank you for sticking around and seeing now, Brother Shen and Xiao Momo finally have their happy ending. Sincerely, salute~

Well, in the last author column, there are all the author's finished articles, please collect them, and open new articles, I knew it earlier~

【The days after the extra volume】