Costume Mountains and Rivers

At the end of the 37th year of the Republic of China, that is, 1948 in the Gregorian calendar, it was a difficult time for every member of the Kuomintang.

The civil war that started the year before last finally ended the stalemate. The former Tuba Road became the People's Liberation Army. The three-way field column swept through the northwest and northeast, and then went south through Shandong, planting red flags all over the northern land.

Cities were liberated, and the Generalissimo was in a hurry, and he did not hesitate to electrify and personally supervise the battle.

On the far side of the ocean, those who have long been separated from the political field have also felt the power of this wave.

At that time, Mo Qinghe and Shen Peinan bought a small western-style building and arranged it as a meeting place to welcome groups of military guests. They were old comrades-in-arms, colleagues, or alumni. On weekends, the host holds a garden party. The lady sits on the flat green lawn and listens to the saxophone, holds a cocktail and talks about fashion and jewelry. When the night falls, the gentlemen send off their families and get together to get drunk and talk about In the recent current situation, some people also slapped the table and scolded their mothers.

At times like this, the secluded small building of the Shen family is brightly lit, and the inside is filled with smog.

They don't go out to eat very much. One is that Western food is not suitable for reminiscing about the old days. The other is for safety. The United States can't help guns, and assassination is a potential hidden danger.

Mo Qinghe disagreed with them on politics, so he didn't participate much in discussions. He often left the table after eating and hid in the bedroom to accompany A Yi to do homework.

It was already late at night, and the party was not over yet. Zhou Rubai and a few friends who graduated from Whampoa came here today. According to the usual practice, they will not stop until the early morning.

The noise came from downstairs, Mo Qinghe closed the door tightly, and spread out a simple and easy-to-understand Chinese book - the second wife wrote it for the children herself, and the small script is very clear.Then pick out an article and teach Ah Yinian word by word.

It has been the fourth year since he came to the United States. Ah Yi is nine years old. He is fair and beautiful. Parents, when they had trouble with their classmates, they just acted like a baby in Mo Qinghe's arms.

Ah Yi read the sentences in the book by heart, and copied it again with a pen in her hand. She yawned, with tears in her eyes: "Why hasn't uncle come yet?"

A Yi likes to let Shen Peinan carry it around twice before going to bed, throw it up and catch it again, which makes him scream in fear and excitement. Mo Qinghe squeezes his two small thin shoulders and sends him to the At the door: "Uncle is discussing business with a friend, so A Yi goes to bed first."

Ah Yi was taken away by her mother, Mo Qinghe listened to the noise from downstairs, walked to the window bored, looked at the bright moon outside, and turned on the radio at hand.

Although he has been away from his homeland for many years, he has always kept the habit of listening to the news.

An English text message was broadcast on the radio. After the end of World War II, the relationship between the United States and the Soviet Union was tense, and the situation in China became the focus of attention of the United States. Mo Qinghe pricked up his ears, and halfway through it, he suddenly froze.

His hands were tightly clutching the cold window frame, his brain was rapidly reacting to the string of English meanings, his back was sweating, and his cheeks were hot.

The news came so suddenly that he couldn't believe it. The Battle of Xubeng, that is, the Huaihai Campaign of the People's Liberation Army, was over. The 60 People's Liberation Army fought against the 80 well-equipped National Army. It took more than two months to finally Ushered in a major reversal of the national situation, the People's Liberation Army successfully incorporated more than 50 national troops, and they won!

The complete defeat of Lao Jiang's elite troops was a historic turning point. In other words, those soldiers in motley uniforms created history with their hands, played triumphant songs, and welcomed the fall of the Jiang family dynasty.

It's night in America, and the sun is about to rise in the east. Mo Qinghe is walking around the room, tears of excitement welling up in his eyes. He is so happy that he can't breathe. How much he wishes to be on the battlefield at this moment, telling his comrades loudly that he is at this moment. How proud of them, and then cheering and embracing unscrupulously with the comrades in the sun.

The red rhododendrons all over the mountains are in full bloom like party flags.

The sound of cups and plates breaking suddenly came from downstairs, Mo Qinghe's mind was pulled back to reality, and her face suddenly changed, his brother Shen!

He ran down the stairs in three steps at a time and almost bumped into the servant who was holding an empty plate. Mama turned her head with a smile and said in a heavily accented official language: "Yo, Master Mo, go back quickly, inside If it’s messy, we can do it together.”

The newly hired mother is a Chinese who smuggled in from Guangdong. She doesn't know much about the past of the master's house. Mo Qinghe forced a smile at her, and stepped forward to open the door. As soon as she entered, she was greeted by the pungent smoke. And the strong smell of alcohol almost made a somersault.

These soldiers and bandits are about to open the tavern and restaurant to their homes!

The radio was on in the restaurant, the news had already been broadcast, and a melodious guitar was played instead, the music was covered by the loud voices, the room was in chaos, the wine tables were messed up, and there was a warm sour smell in the air Breath, seven or eight men are already drunk, one by one shirtless, some are laughing at their desks holding wine glasses, some are humming in a daze, some are squatting in the corner smoking heavily, some are throwing up, some are crying.

Mo Qinghe kicked something soft, looked down, and saw it was a Suzhou embroidered soft pillow that was bought with great difficulty, the emerald green lotus leaves were stained with dirt, and the pink lotus flowers were stepped on with a crooked mud footprint.

The servants were in a hurry, seeing Mo Qinghe as if seeing a savior, they rubbed their hands and asked him, "Master Mo, what should we do?"

Mo Qinghe was so smoked that tears flowed down her cheeks, and she spent a lot of effort to help a gentleman who was lying on the ground to the sofa. When she looked up, she saw Zhou Rubai, holding the gold-rimmed glasses in her hand, Wipe away tears with a handkerchief.Shen Peinan lay on his shoulders, with his back to the door, his back was glowing red, and a bullet mark on his lower back was particularly ferocious.Turning around and seeing Mo Qinghe, the corners of her eyes turned red, and she choked her throat: "You fucking Communists, you have no conscience, you..."

Zhou Rubai patted him on the back to comfort him, suddenly felt nauseous, and he lay down on the table and began to retch, half a glass of red wine was knocked over, with a clang, the wine juice dripped down, staining the white tablecloth red for a long time strip.

Those three words stimulated everyone's nerves. Mo Qinghe stood at the door, and was shot into a sieve by the hostile eyes. I don't know who screamed: "Damn it, if I were to fight this battle... Well……"

He hiccupped, picked up half a bottle of whiskey and smashed it on the ground, encouraged by the sound, there were crackling sounds one after another, the servants screamed in fright, and ran around to avoid the flying glass shards, someone stood up and waved a Chopsticks: "Whampoa soldiers have no time to admit defeat! Sing, keep singing!"

Then, the school anthem rang out.

"The Three Principles of the People, the foundation of our party, is to build the Republic of China and to advance Datong."

"Be diligent and courageous, be faithful and loyal, be dedicated and consistent."

"Revolutionary heroes, national pioneers, make persistent efforts and continue the success of the martyrs."

"Sprinkle flowers with blood, educate writers, try hard to build China."

The singing was sobbing, the tune was out of tune, and crying seemed ugly. Looking at this group of drunks, Mo Qinghe temporarily forgot the joy of victory.He is also a soldier, he loves the taste of victory from the bottom of his heart, and understands the pain of defeat, but what does the battle situation in the distance have to do with them?Maybe because of foreign policy, maybe because of the fetters of relatives, maybe because of a lover who loves deeply but can't see each other, they withdrew from the battlefield one after another. At the most critical moment, they could only get drunk in a foreign country and cry about the lost glory and brothers who died in battle.

They originally thought they were sure of victory, and even his brother Shen might have been prepared to comfort his lover, but he didn't want the situation to turn around. These arrogant soldiers were like a send-off team at the pier, watching the big ship full of relatives sinking in the storm, He clenched his fists but could do nothing.

Revolutionary heroes, national pioneers, make persistent efforts and continue the success of the martyrs.

Sprinkle flowers with blood, educate writers, and strive to build China.

Mo Qinghe calmly issued an order to the servants: "Put it here first, and then clean it up tomorrow, take the gentlemen to the guest room to rest, send someone out to see if the car has arrived, ask the driver to come in to pick you up, and then go get the today's bag." The guest registration book, respectively to make phone calls."

The servants agreed to each other, Mo Qinghe went to help Shen Peinan, but was thrown away by his arm, the white lace tablecloth was burned with a hole by the cigarette, Zhou Rubai gave a thumbs up, and smiled at him crying: "Little Mo, You, the Communist Party, have tormented my brother enough...you, you are really capable!"

Drunkards are as difficult to deal with as three-year-old children. Mo Qinghe coaxed them one by one, babbled a lot of incomprehensible words, and finally sent the guests away one by one. The sound of the car engine gradually faded away, and he stood on the steps There was too much noise just now when the wind was blowing, and now the two suns are still throbbing and painful.

Before he could recover, a series of stumbling footsteps sounded behind him.

A strong smell of alcohol came over, Shen Peinan's arms were hot and strong, and he hugged him tightly, Mo Qinghe saw his bare arms, thinking that drunk people can't stand the cold wind, so he wanted to untie them in a hurry. The coat was put on him, and the sky and the earth suddenly turned upside down. Shen Peinan carried him on his shoulders, and walked back unsteadily.

The bedroom door closed with a bang, and Shen Peinan threw him on the bed, breathing alcohol, and kissed his face indiscriminately: "Honey, I want you."

Mo Qinghe broke free from his arms, lifted the quilt neatly, and patted the pillow soft: "Lie down for a while, and I will ask Mom to fetch a basin of hot water to wipe your face."

He knelt down to help him take off his shoes and socks, his voice was gentle, unexpectedly Shen Peinan's face changed before he finished speaking.

Mo Qinghe felt that he was really pretending to be crazy by drinking, and made it clear that he wanted to find someone to make fun of. Before he really showed any resistance, Shen Peinan suddenly became furious, grabbed his hair, and shook his head from side to side: "Come on!" Man, my family has been infiltrated by Communist bandits!"

He was naked to the waist, the corners of his eyes were burning red, and his stagnant anger broke out with the alcohol. He walked around the room barefoot, rummaging through boxes and boxes: "Where is my gun! You traitors, take my gun Where did you hide it!"

He staggered, staggered and knocked down the flower stand, there was a dull bang, the sound attracted the servants, Mo Qinghe opened his arms, and stood in front of Shen Peinan like a hen guarding the chicks, while trying to subdue him, while Turning around and shouting outside: "Master is drunk, it's all right."

He ignored the left and the right, and was pushed aside by Shen Peinan like a rabbit. When he got up, he had already opened the drawer of the dressing table and found a small gun imported from Belgium—a gadget for Mo Qinghe , just oiled the gun, with a box of ammunition.

Shen Peinan took out the bullets and pressed them into the magazine one by one. He couldn't stand still, turned around and leaned against the dressing table, and pulled the trigger with his index finger.Mo Qinghe stepped back again and again, remorseful in his heart. After being sweet for so many years, he almost forgot about this person's fiery temper, and tried to control his tone: "Brother Shen, I know you are not happy, you go to sleep first, there is no time to sleep." Let's talk about it tomorrow, don't scare Ah Yi in the middle of the night."

There was a click, and the safety of the short gun was released. At the same time, Mama finally found the door key, and the doorknob creaked half a turn.

Mo Qinghe remained motionless, staring at Shen Peinan: "I'm the only red bandit in this room, and I'm going to get angry at me."

Then she lowered her voice, and glanced at everyone from the corner of her eye: "Everyone, go to bed, it's nothing to do, make a cup of hot milk for Ah Yi, and close the door before going to bed."

His voice was calm, but his heart was beating wildly in his chest. He knew that Shen Peinan really dared to shoot. In the eyes of those who struggled on the battlefield, human life was like a joke, but they were tied together long ago. One bullet can kill two people.

"Go, why are you standing there! Do you want to be shot?" He raised his voice, and waited for everyone to leave the room one by one. He opened his hands and moved slowly, signaling to give up resistance: "Brother Shen, do you want more tonight? you."

Shen Peinan's eyes were blazing with anger, with a pistol pointed at his head, he dragged him by the front of his front with one hand, dragged him all the way to the makeup mirror, and issued an order in a cold voice: "Put on."

He opened the wooden drawer, took out the ceramic jars containing rouge and oil paint, laid them out one by one, pressed the back of Mo Qinghe's head and slammed it down heavily, with a bang, his forehead collided with the cold wooden table, and it hurt so much In fact, Shen Peinan had no intention of sympathizing with the beauty, and stuffed the brush with the hooked face into his hand: "I'll let you dress it up!"

The strong smell of alcohol smoky people's face, Mo Qinghe held the pen tremblingly, dipped in rouge and painted on her cheeks.

There was only one desk lamp on in the room, the light was dim, time passed very slowly, a panicked face gradually appeared in the mirror, the face was clean and white, the eyebrows slanted into the temples, and the makeup like peach blossoms was extremely gorgeous.Wherever the tip of his pen went, Shen Peinan's eyes followed. The flames of desire were burning in his eyes. He was so fascinated by the sight that he let go of his hand unknowingly. The pistol fell to the ground. Mo Qinghe threw the bamboo pen into the water glass , a thin line of red snake smeared in the clear water, red like blood.

Cold water splashed on the back of his hand, and he heard heavy breathing from beside him.

Mo Qinghe put her legs together, put her folded hands on her knees neatly, raised her beautiful face like a flower, with copper coins and flowers on her forehead, and said in a lazy and docile tone, "Brother Shen."

The outline of a man, the color of a beauty, the scent of powder on the nostrils, unattainable as a virgin, but the dandelion on the lips and the rosy glow on the cheeks are clearly seductive, and the eyes turn slightly, thinking of her Du Liniang cruising in the back garden, How could he know that he had made up his mind long ago, longing for a erotic pleasure?

Obviously, seeing the portrait of the lover, the body became weak, and the legs were so weak that she couldn't walk, but she wanted to maintain her role as a young lady, holding a round fan, with a serious face, and the blush on her cheeks was an irrepressible lust. What happened? ?Why is it getting hotter and hotter between the legs, and the panting is getting more urgent, while humming softly, rubbing against the two jade-like legs, so impatient that she wants to cry, what are you waiting for?

The world of mortals are all born for lust, and the beauties of a hundred years ago are still ignorant.

Shen Peinan admired him obsessively, as if holding a piece of ice in midsummer, not knowing whether to offer it in the Buddhist hall or swallow it in one gulp, a surge of heat rushed through his body, he pulled Mo Qinghe's shoulder, sucked and bit to eat The rouge on his lips made Mo Qinghe's eyes blurred with pain, and then he was pushed out, peeling off his suit jacket in twos and outs.

Shen Peinan's tone was unquestionable: "Change clothes."

Mo Qinghe took out a neatly folded water jacket from the cabinet—wearing the undershirt before the costume to prevent sweat stains from staining the good color of the burqa, she took off her trousers with her back to him, revealing a pair of straight and clean Legs, his back is very graceful, the back muscles are thin and well-proportioned, the waist is thin and the buttocks are straight, Shen Peinan stared at him without moving, looking like a wolf that has been hungry for a long time.