Costume Mountains and Rivers

It's getting dark, let's start listening to the story.

(One)

With the further evolution and clarification of the domestic situation after the war, another group of Chinese set foot on American soil from San Francisco. They were laborers smuggled from Fujian, Guangdong, and Mo Qinghe saw from the newspapers that many yellow-skinned children were running around in Chinatown, all skinny and with dark eyes.

Mo Qinghe left reluctantly at the beginning, but ever since he set foot on this land, the longing for his homeland day after day and the irritability of having nothing to do all day made him panic. He is very interested, and he is not enthusiastic about the games played by the gentlemen and wives. Even the third young master of the Shen family, who once caused him the most headaches, is unwilling to cause any more romantic troubles for him to worry about——Shen Peinan has completely put his mind to it, and revolves around him wholeheartedly Whenever he is free, he will accompany him to the auction house, and he will take pictures of those leaked antique jewelry, costumes and faces without blinking an eye.

Mo Qinghe doesn't really love these things. He reads English with his sister-in-law Vivienne every day, and takes Ah Yi to sing and learn opera. He is materially rich but spiritually empty. When he is free, he starts to miss the red flags waving everywhere in China, the vigorous wave of liberation, and his childhood. I miss my master who taught opera, and I miss the bustling city of Peiping.

He's been brewing an idea.

"I want to rebuild the theater troupe." The sun was warm that day, Mo Qinghe was sitting on a rocking chair, holding an English newspaper in his hand, the front page had a news about a large number of Chinese children fleeing in New York, he sighed , looking at Shen Peinan: "Brother Shen, there have been too many delays caused by wars these years. I want foreigners to see our Chinese stuff, and I want them to see real good things."

Shen Peinan knew that she couldn't restrain him, Mo Qinghe's heart was too high.

He pondered for a moment with a cigarette in his mouth, and said yes, I will pay, and you will pay.

This matter was officially put on the agenda. Mo Qinghe left Liyuan for several years, but his reputation still remained. Shen Peinan and Shen Lisong used their respective contacts to make a call, and the Chinese circle on the other side of the ocean suddenly stirred up a thousand waves. The Chinese who have been wandering in foreign countries for several years gathered with their families and competed for tickets at the Morris Theatre. They played too much bridge, listened to too many operas, attended too many quiet dinner parties, and received too many gifts. The news of the long war made me miss the huqin and sandalwood in my homeland deeply.

The New York Times took out a full-page report on the performance, and Shen Shuzhu's drama review was translated into English by the second wife of Shen's family, and published in major newspapers and periodicals. Even foreign reporters followed up and interviewed.

Not only the theater boxes were sold out, but even the cheapest "balcony" tickets were looted. Those laborers and their descendants who came to the United States through the second wave of immigrants after the Taiping Rebellion were wearing simple, With yellow teeth bared, he flocked into the theater after several days of hard work, listening to the voice from his hometown in a trance.

Mo Qinghe left Liyuanxing a long time ago. Originally, he said nothing and would not go back. At this moment, he suddenly took it seriously. He put on his costume and resumed his old skills. He got up every day before dawn, and practiced his body and sang his voice. Staying up late every day to perform silently, every movement is meticulously crafted, and the song is sung on the big stage in New York.

He became "popular" again. On the far side of the ocean, as soon as the news of recruiting apprentices was published in the newspaper, a flood of replies flew towards the residence of Shen Peinan and Mo Qinghe.

Mo Qinghe read the letter all night under the lamp, sorting the envelopes piled up like a hill on the table one by one, bundled them neatly, and took a lot of effort to pick out the list of the first batch of apprentices.

Shen Peinan was intrigued by his tossing around for days, and when he leaned over to take a look, he suddenly understood Mo Qinghe's hard work during this time. He only accepts children, no foreigners, no dudes, and the ones to be on the list are all Chinese Children of laborers and smuggled children, American authorities reject Asian immigrants. These Chinese children live at the bottom of society, some have lost their parents, lack food security, no insurance, and cannot receive education through proper channels.

"Others have to charge apprenticeship fees for apprentices, and the master will share most of the money earned by the apprentices." Shen Peinan looked at the list and said dumbly: "You don't run like a theater troupe, but like a post-war shelter. Tell me, little brat How much are you going to blackmail me this time?"

Mo Qinghe laughed: "Brother Shen, you know me best, not much, not much, I want a chef, hire a few nannies, and hire two teachers, as for the food and clothing, medical insurance for these children , you will be responsible for all expenses for going back and forth to and from performances in the future."

Shen Peinan patted his forehead for a headache, but in the end he let him go. They have known each other for so many years, they have fought, quarreled, hated, loved, and Mo Qinghe can tell how many twists and turns he has in his stomach with just one look. Around, transparent, clear at a glance.

Later, Mo Qinghe officially became a master, and the homeless children were transferred here one by one, and he was responsible for providing food and shelter. Children's voices in English and music filled the corners of the bungalow. Later, the family really got into trouble. Shen Peinan spent huge sums of money to open up the joints, go through the formalities, and re-establish the venue for them.

Mo Qinghe was so busy that she couldn't see anyone from morning till night.

Shen Peinan was very depressed. He thought that the two of them stayed away from the political situation and withdrew from the raging battlefield in order to live a quiet life. He didn't want Mo Qinghe's stall to be bigger than when he was in Beijing. The newspaper described him as He has become a "Nightingale from China", he is still red, accepting interviews all day long, flying around to catch performances, but his mind is not on "red", he has become a real social activist.

Shen Peinan couldn't catch his people, so he had the idea of ​​stopping him, but a phenomenon made him unable to express it, because Ah Yi was really happy.

This boy who is as sensitive and gentle as a little lamb has been tormented by the feeling of homesickness in a foreign country for several years, and finally found his place in the drama. Running to Mo Qinghe's troupe, Mo Qinghe taught his plays, far surpassing those newcomers who were even older than him, he became the most popular kid in the troupe , everyone was babbling and rehearsing, he held a small ruler, and supervised everyone's practice in a decent manner. Anyone who was lazy or sang the wrong words could not escape his eyes. A Yi's background is good, everyone treats him Envious and jealous, he submissively surrendered to his little ruler.

Even the old lady of the Shen family noticed the new changes in this introverted and cowardly nephew, and said in admiration that it would be beneficial.

This is in front of people, when rehearsing the play, Ah Yi looks different, he ponders over every line of the play Mo Qinghe taught him, his eyes are always wet, the little person looks at the empty distance against the wind, he He has a heart that is too sensitive and hot, and he is so focused on getting into the pink and glowing world that he can't hear anyone's words.

Dazed, he didn't eat or sleep, he didn't even bother to answer his uncle's suggestion to take him to play tennis and drink coffee, Shen Peinan even called him many times that he shouldn't answer, wondering that this kid can't be taught by Xiao Mo any longer Yes, Mo Qinghe gave him a contemptuous look, and said that thanks to you, you still claim to know how to play, and A Yi is the patriarch who rewards the meal. I have been waiting for so many years, and I have only seen him as a good seed.

The children of the Shen family tend to be straightforward and warm-hearted in character. Shen Peinan feels sorry for Ah Yi's ruthless heart, which will suffer in the future. Mo Qinghe just sighed for a long time and said that art is the same. All kinds of silent misery in the world are announced to the world. We don't judge, we only feel and sympathize. We perform the trick from the most painful place. You can see all living beings in the drama.

At that time, the two of them set up two reclining chairs under the eaves of the bungalow. Behind them was a huge arch supported by snow-white columns. His face was wrapped in a large woolen scarf, he was sipping from a cocktail, and his eyes were far away.Shen Peinan squinted at him, and said in surprise: "Your knowledge has really improved."

Facing the sun, Mo Qinghe smiled and said, "Don't tell me, you spent all day in the country rolling in blood and fire, but now you have become the most careless person, reading books with your second elder brother and second sister-in-law all day long, calming down." gone."

He added: "Do you know that the second brother is writing a book about old Chinese customs recently, and it is very difficult to collect the materials. He plans to hire me as a consultant with a high salary."

Shen Peinan was very interested, snatched Mo Qinghe's wine glass, and deliberately took a sip from the place where he drank it: "Oh? Tell me, what's so interesting about it?"

"It's very interesting." Mo Qinghe straightened her upper body, "For example, this fortune-telling, do you know why the fortune-teller can deduce your life experience just by listening to the birth dates of a few family members?"

Seeing that Shen Peinan was puzzled, Mo Qinghe laughed loudly: "There is a lot of knowledge here. If you have to sell art in Tianqiao, you must not know a thing or two. In the old days, marrying a wife cost the most money, and children from poor families were thirty or forty. If you are an old bachelor, you can ask for a wife of a similar age when you reach a certain age, and when you are old, you can marry a wife before the son reaches the age of majority. Often the daughter-in-law is older than the young master. Three or four years old, so it is called the female junior holding a golden brick."

"When a fortune teller hears the guests reporting the birth dates of himself and his wife, he can naturally calculate the family background. Hearing the guests report the birth dates of his parents, he can even guess the family fortune of the previous generation." There was also a mischievous smile in Mo Qinghe's eyes, "Those people's eyes are very poisonous. If you have a family background, and then observe the guest's conversation, behavior, and attire, it doesn't take much effort to determine the person's occupation, Character, even interest and character can be guessed out, it must be said that he is the most observant detective and the most imaginative novelist."

"Guests come in without knowing it, and they are bluffed into a fog. Naturally, they have to pay the money obediently. This is just a fortune-telling business. Besides, those who do small business, those who write books, those who travel, and even those in our pear garden, They all have their own way of doing it, and if we really write it, we won’t be able to finish writing a few books.”

His voice was clean and refreshing, gentle and gentle, with the tongue-rolling accent of old Peiping, like jumping beans word by word. Shen Peinan listened with great interest, and stopped laughing after listening, and his thoughts flew leisurely to many years. The former Beiping flew back to the crowded theater, and let out a light but long sigh.

Mo Qinghe patted Shen Peinan, motioned him to make room for himself, sat down next to him, and gently leaned over to touch his forehead, he stopped talking, remained silent for a long time, and sighed: "Brother Shen, I homesick."

At that time, Mo Qinghe didn't know that the turmoil in the country was far from over. If he said this word of homesickness, he would have to wait for decades. old age.

Shen Peinan put his arms around his shoulders, and shook his head: "Forget it, I don't know what kind of temper you have, I don't care about you, and I can't control you, if you like to make troubles, go make troubles, don't be too tired. "

Satisfied, Mo Qinghe changed the topic: "By the way, Brother Shen, there is one more thing I want to ask for your opinion. There are too many children, and I can't handle it all by myself. I want to ask Senior Brother Liu Chu to come over and help. "

(two)

Mo Qinghe hasn't seen Mo Liuchu for a long time.

Four years ago when they left the border from Shanghai, they ran into Mo Liuchu who was disguised as a beggar on the street, and brought him to the United States with a feverish mind.Mo Liuchu was receiving treatment in a nursing home, and he and Shen Peinan came to visit him whenever he could. Later, Liu Chu gave up morphine and gradually recovered, and Mo Qinghe came less frequently. On the day of discharge, Mo Qinghe drove to pick him up alone, The door frame of the ward was waiting for Wang Meiyun to pack her luggage. Meiyun dropped a suitcase and turned back to get it. Mo Qinghe and Mo Liuchu stood facing each other in the yard, only hearing the wind blowing through the treetops, but no one spoke.

Mo Qinghe finally broke the silence, and said calmly: "Brother, there is a settlement between us."

Mo Liuchu raised his long and narrow eyes to look at him, and in the end he only said take care.

Mutual protection in youth, faith and betrayal in youth, and that chilling and panicky snowy night in Hangzhou in 1937 were all submerged in the torrent of the times. A long and desolate echo in the middle of the night.

Later, he heard that Mo Liuchu rented a small apartment in a crowded neighborhood, married Wang Meiyun, and lived a peaceful life without disputes. A few years later, the news of Mo Qinghe's comeback was published in the newspapers. The publications were overwhelming, but Liu Chu's side was still silent.

Mo Qinghe said to herself in her heart, it's time.

Mo Qinghe walked through the narrow and cramped stairs, and knocked on the door of Mo Liuchu's house. The small room was heated, and Meiyun was not good at housekeeping, and there were piles of dusty debris everywhere in the house, occupying an inch of the living room. There is a kind of philistine and vulgar atmosphere.The husband and wife had just finished eating noodles, and there were two huge thick porcelain bowls. Seeing Mo Qinghe's visit, Liu Chu held the door panel and awkwardly gestured for a seat, while Meiyun acted like a woman who could not leave. The housewife at the door squeezed out a vigilant and uneasy smile, turned and went into the bathroom.

Mo Qinghe didn't sit down, and simply explained the reason for coming to him.

On the long table in the living room, he saw an English newspaper under the book, with a large photo of himself faintly exposed in one corner. Mo Qinghe had read this copy a few days ago, and it was the film review of his latest performance.

"I can't sing anymore." Mo Liuchu wanted to hide this newspaper, probably because he thought it was too deliberate, so he gave up, moved his body slightly, "Go back."

Mo Qinghe went on self-consciously: "Liu Chu, you haven't seen those children. They live very hard, don't have enough to eat, and their Chinese is deteriorating very quickly. Several orphans transferred by the local police station even went to China. They can't speak well, with a pair of black hands sticking out like little claws, swearing in English with a high-pitched voice, if no one accepts them, they may be deported, may die in a street fight, may be in the poor Drugs are sold in the neighborhood, and they may also be trafficked and murdered... They are all Chinese children. We used to be too busy to take care of ourselves, but now we have this ability, so we cannot just sit idly by."

"How did Master teach us back then? Opera is a Chinese thing, we have to pass it on in a serious way..." His eyes burned, he threw his top hat on the shoe cabinet, and approached Mo Liuchu: "Do you still remember when we were young? Although we were suffering at that time, at least we did not encounter wars. These children are different. They need normal education, shelter, and our help..."

Mo Liuchu's eyes didn't have any ripples, and his long and narrow eyes were full of stagnant water, interrupting him: "Shaoxuan, it's been so many years, aren't you tired?"

Mo Qinghe was taken aback.

"I'm tired, I'm tired of politics." Mo Liuchu took out the newspaper, folded it in half and threw it under the table, "Don't come to me again."

The white veil in front of the window was blown fluttering by the wind, and the air was billowed with fine dust. Mo Qinghe looked at his brother's thin shoulders and slightly arched back, and he almost forgot that Mo Liu was so many years ago. Chu also had a heroic appearance, and he also had a tall and straight figure and firm eyes. He also sheltered him from the wind and rain when he was young, and guided him on a bright and smooth road.

I don't know why, but my heart is surprisingly peaceful.

Mo Liuchu's face was covered with gray air. After taking a bath, Wang Meiyun came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe, with a large towel wrapped around her head. Her whole body exuded the strong smell of shampoo, and her curly hair was dripping. Water, Mo Liuchu seemed to have found a savior, he dodged back and gestured to see her off.

Meiyun sent Mo Qinghe to the door, Mo Qinghe took back the top hat on the shoe cabinet, pressed it on top of her head, turned her head and stared at Mo Liuchu from under the brim of the hat, with a lingering gaze: "Brother, you are resting After all these years, I still have to talk about it.”

"Your body is not tired. It is your soul that says it is too tired. You hide here until you die, and it will not find peace."

From the corner of his eye, he saw Mo Liuchu's body tremble.

Mo Qinghe was unyielding, and said softly: "Liu Chu, come with me, I will take you to atone for your sin."

Mo Liuchu stood for a long time without any response or explanation.Mo Qinghe waited for a long time, and finally lost his patience. He bowed slightly to his senior brother, turned around to say goodbye, and just stepped out of the threshold, he heard a slow and long sigh from behind, which was a breath from the bottom of his heart. In one breath, with hundreds of twists and turns, all kinds of wastes waiting to be done, all difficulties and difficulties are spoken, and the burden of a thousand catties is relieved.

"...What do you want senior brother to do?"

Mo Liuchu copied it into his pocket with both hands, and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips: "Tomorrow, at four o'clock tomorrow morning, come to the theater troupe to find me."

"I want you to pick up the lost scenes, scene by scene."

Mo Liuchu arrived as promised, wearing a simple old suit. His figure was too thin and his expression was too gloomy, as if he had stayed in a dark place for too long and hadn't shown a smile for many years.The children surrounded Mo Qinghe, and after listening to him finish the play, they scattered to practice their exercises with laughter and noisiness. Mo Liuchu sat alone in the corner with his head bowed. He neither participated nor spoke for a whole noon.

It is probably because his unapproachable look frightened the children and aroused their strong curiosity. When it was time for snacks, the mothers from Nanyang distributed milk and cakes one by one. Everyone gathered together and sipped Drink fresh hot milk while whispering about the unexpected visitor.

"Who is he? Is he also here to learn opera from Master?"

"He is an adult, will he study with us in the future?"

Ah Yi vaguely remembered Mo Liuchu's face, and said loudly: "I know him, he is my uncle's friend, I remember he was very sick, he seemed to be dying soon."

"Don't talk nonsense." Mo Qinghe interrupted him with a smile: "This is the new master, and I will teach you how to sing together in the future."

Among the children, Ah Yi is like a half-prime gentleman, she rolled her eyes in dissatisfaction, and suddenly put one hand on the ground, a series of neat backflips, and landed firmly in front of Mo Liuchu with a bang, squinting triumphantly Looking at him: "Can you teach us? Can you?"

Mo Liuchu's face was full of surprise, and when he looked up again, he suddenly found that the children in the room were all looking at him. Mo Qinghe sat cross-legged in the center, like a grandson monkey in Huaguo Mountain, surrounded by small monkeys all over the mountain. Holding a milk cup, froth formed around his lips, and he looked at him with a smile: "Liu Chu, come on for a while, let them listen."

The innocent eyes of the children made Mo Liuchu both embarrassed and novel. He was a man in the mud and had been hiding in hiding for many years. At this moment, he was sitting on pins and needles under the open eyes of the children. He stood up unsteadily, as if asking for help. She turned her face to Mo Qinghe, but Mo Qinghe just sat there, with sly eyes and expectant face.

"Liu Chu, I will take you to make amends."

The younger brother's words lingered in his ears, as if they were the bells of the mountain temple echoing in the empty valley. Mo Liuchu forced himself to calm down, leaned over and wiped the ashes on his knees, concentrated, luck, breathed out, a series of clear chant came from his throat Roll over.

He thought he had forgotten all about it, but the words of the play had been repeated thousands of times, and it had already been engraved into his bones and became instinctive. He sang his little play, and when he looked up, he saw the thin water shells in Mo Qinghe's eyes. He stretched out his hand Touching his face, it was already wet, his tears were cold, but his heart was hot.

The children stopped talking, and looked at him quietly one by one, lost in thought. When he finished singing the last word, Mo Qinghe frowned and said sadly: "Brother, I didn't mean you, you really should practice this play." practiced."

Since then, the two have really reconnected, and they spend all day in this temporary "Chinese school", teaching opera in the morning, supervising the children's culture classes in the afternoon, and occasionally coaxing the youngest child in the evening fall asleep.They rehearse old plays and also write new ones. The loneliness in a foreign country and the difference in cultural environment greatly inspired Shen Shuzhu, the second master of the Shen family, to create, and became Mo Qinghe's queen "penholder". The characteristics of the times are integrated into traditional Chinese drama, and the way of expression is slightly changed to make it easier for Western audiences to accept.

Mo Qinghe stayed up late to revise the notebook he had just finished word by word, and then worked overtime with Mo Liuchu to rehearse the play. The car sent by the family to pick him up was waiting at the school gate. The driver turned off the engine and dozed off, and waited until dark It's clear, Mo Qinghe hasn't come out yet.

Shen Peinan was so angry that his nose was twisted, his face was gloomy, and he sat in the living room with his legs crossed and waited for him, waiting for the car to send Mo Qinghe.Mo Qinghe opened the car door, walked into the hall like a whirlwind, threw the coat on Shen Peinan, said you go to bed first, I have something to do, and ran to the second floor on the wooden stairs, Shen Peinan followed After chasing after him, he suddenly stepped on a corner of his coat, stumbled, and shouted unbearably: "Mo Shaoxuan! Why don't you check what time it is...you know what time it is!"

Mo Qinghe stopped, stood on the stairs, turned around and bumped into Shen Peinan, who had rushed to him. He was no longer afraid of him, and a pair of clear water eyes were burning with cheerful little flames.

"Are you angry?" He patted Shen Peinan's face teasingly, "Brother Shen, I didn't mean you. You can lead soldiers to fight, but you are so small when you are in love."

Shen Peinan was so choked by him that he couldn't speak, Mo Qinghe took out a pink rose from behind as if conjuring, and brushed his shaved chin with soft petals: "The situation was not good before, You're a domineering soldier, haven't you been serious about being an actor? According to our rules, when I sing at night, your car will wait outside the theater until what time. It depends on my mood , I have booked enough venues for two or three months before I can get a glass of wine with me."

"Here, it was given by a foreign theater fan just now." Mo Qinghe stuffed the rose into his hand, "Waiting for me all night, why not accompany me."

"It's the wrong way, but I've really spoiled you so much, just get busy, I don't care who is next to you, how many people are holding you..." Shen Peinan was trembling with his anger, and threw the rose heavily on the ground. On the ground, push him away and strode upstairs first, Mo Qinghe hurried a few steps, restrained the smile on his face, "Brother Shen, Brother Shen!"

That beautiful voice echoed behind him, Shen Peinan took a step slower by mistake, Mo Qinghe rushed up, raised an arm to put his shoulders, ignoring Shen Peinan's murderous expression, tilted his head and stood on tiptoe He insisted on asking for a superficial kiss, and his voice softened: "I can't help but make a joke, it's not like the Shen Junzuo I know."

Shen Peinan turned his face away and did not speak, the line of his jaw was extremely stiff: "Xiao Mo, I have no objection to your career, but you and that Mo Liuchu are going too far."

It took Mo Qinghe a long time to comprehend the meaning of his words. She lowered her head and pondered for a moment, then a soft love appeared in her eyes: "Are you jealous?"

Shen Peinan was said to be the center of the matter, embarrassed for no reason, didn't know how to respond to restore his dignity, his Adam's apple slid up and down, suddenly pulled hard on the collar of the black pajamas, cursed and wanted to leave.Mo Qinghe hurriedly grabbed him, tried her best to suppress her smile: "Brother Shen, I never knew you had such a cute side."

He leaned in front of Shen Peinan, took off the wide and soft cashmere scarf around his neck, wrapped it gently around the two of them, and also blocked the sight of the Nanyang servants who came to watch the excitement, in this warm and hot square inch Here, he raised his face and kissed the fine lines at the corners of Shen Peinan's eyes.

He stroked Shen Peinan's warm neck, and comforted him with whispers: "Brother Shen, you are the one who is too busy. The current life is enough, and you don't need more money. You should spare some time to come to the troupe to watch." Look what I'm doing."

"A play has emotions. Every line I sing is expressing my love to you."

From then on, Shen Peinan really had free time. He made time for holding banquets and playing cards and dancing with his business partners, and went to Mo Qinghe's drama school at every turn. He originally loved old dramas, but he only loved the glamor and beauty of the stage. Charming, love the hypocrisy of the people in the theater, now I know the hard work behind the singing, reciting and fighting on stage.

Playing is hard work. Mo Qinghe, wearing a white shirt and blue bloomers, stretches her legs to practice her voice. After soaking through it over and over again, white salt grains appeared on the back, bean-sized beads of sweat slid from the forehead to the chin, and slapped on the beech floor along the tip of the chin, even the dense black lacquer There were crystal clear drops of water hanging from the eyelashes, and he still held his legs motionless.There was a little child who couldn't recite the words of the play, so Mo Qinghe wiped the sweat from his brow, knelt down, and explained the meaning of the play to him in a soft voice, word by word, and when he understood it, he naturally remembered it .

The practice room is bustling, with some practicing kicks, some practicing handstands, and some children sitting in twos and threes sitting in a corner drinking water and resting, each of them holding a notebook, and recited seriously: "The window contains the snow in Xiling, and the door is east. Wu Wanli boat." After a while, he frowned again, and said to himself: "... Menbo, what does Menbo mean?"

Generally, it is too difficult for children who grow up in foreign countries to maintain their Chinese proficiency. They do not use Chinese for several months and even their grammar is confused. Children here can recite poems, and older children can speak the Analects of Confucius.

Shen Peinan felt sorry for Mo Qinghe, and called him over during the rehearsal interval, and helped him squeeze his shoulders and rub his arms. Mo Qinghe's whole body was steaming hot, and he grabbed a white towel to wipe his sweat indiscriminately, but he still couldn't stop his body from groaning. Beads of sweat were dripping, he simply took off his shirt two or three times, put it on his shoulders, and let the wind blow on his bare chest, the watery skin was printed with the hickey marks from last night, he didn't care, he hugged Looking at Shen Peinan's shoulder: "Go, go, let Liu Chu watch over here, let's go out and smoke a cigarette."

Shen Peinan had nothing to do with him, he himself was also surprised, how could he be a prodigal son in love who walked among the flowers without touching his body, but was planted in Mo Qinghe's hands willingly, with endless feelings.He stroked the shiny diamond ring on his ring finger, looked at the brothers who were handing over work, and felt unreasonable jealousy, but Mo Liuchu didn't notice the fierce gaze at all, and his attention was all on visiting the class on Wang Meiyun's body.

"Brother Shen, do you know why I like to stay here?" Mo Qinghe stepped on the masonry flower bed at the entrance of the hall, rolled up his trousers, revealing a slender and tight calf. Cigarettes, looking far away, "There is no war, no party, everywhere is the purest children, the purest knowledge and the purest art, everything is new."

"How I hope that at this time, in our hometown, there is also such a brand new China."

For the first time, Shen Peinan did not start an argument with him because of his position. He just took a deep breath and said, "Yes, there will definitely be. When that time comes, I will take you home."

Mo Qinghe gazed at the blue autumn sky, followed the wandering white clouds, and stared blankly for a long time.

The familiar sound of huqin came from the hall, distant and desolate, picked up to the highest level and then suddenly tightened, and closed the child's clear opera voice in the silence. Mo Qinghe listened to it for a while, and said with a smile: "By the way, Shen Brother, don’t you love to listen to Farewell Concubine, I can’t sing that well this time, but I found a better actor, you come with me.”

Shen Peinan followed him in, but the crisp voice suddenly stopped, and was replaced by the soft voice of another young man.

It's Ah Yi.

The exercise room is very spacious and full of sunlight. The three walls are inlaid with huge golden full-length mirrors from the floor to the ceiling. There are several solid wood dressing tables near the window. A seven or eight-year-old boy sits on a high-backed chair and looks at the mirror. Face, he is still too small, his legs hang down from the edge of the chair, and his toes can't reach the ground.Ah Yi stood watching him from the sidelines, probably just finished her school homework and didn't have time to change her clothes. She was still wearing the black and white uniform of a private school, and she was stepping on a pair of clean English leather shoes, her ankles showing the hem of the white socks.

The boy was holding up the brush, he was so nervous that he didn't dare to start, his face was evenly covered with red, white and half makeup, Ah Yi grabbed the brush, very like a senior, raised the boy's chin with one hand, held the pen with the other, and walked along his The arch of the eyebrow drew out a delicate black eyebrow, which flew obliquely into the black hair. While drawing the line, he said softly: "The few lines just now were not well sung. Yu Ji said goodbye to the overlord. Apart from sadness, there is more There is a righteous word, blindly mourning, losing the dignity of a concubine..."

Shen Peinan was very surprised when he heard that, A Yi was only nine years old, and his comprehension of this excerpt was as good as that of an adult.

Mo Qinghe showed a smug smile, and looked back at Shen Peinan: "I want to arrange for him to officially appear on stage."

(three)

In the winter of the same year, the massive war between the two factions on the other side of the ocean, which lasted for several years, had come to an end. Months of arduous confrontation, at the cost of 13 casualties, finally declared victory.What a glorious year that was, and for many years to come, whenever someone mentioned the battle of that year, they still couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion... The Northeast, North China, Northwest, and even the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas that have been lingering for thousands of years in the gentle water town are all recruiting. Hongqi, what a moving news, what a majestic victory!

During that time, Mo Qinghe often had dreams. In his dreams, there were clear and clear sky, the Yanhe River with revolutionary songs flying, his comrades and brothers in gray military uniforms and leggings, and the trenches and cols roaring with artillery fire, and soldiers poured in. In every city, hope is shining in the tired eyes, the brightest smile is blooming on the dust-covered cheeks, the streets are full of flowers, red flags, jumping crowds, and the applause is loud in the ears.

Looking back across the vast Pacific Ocean, there is a kind of insight of watching the fire from the other side. Everyone knows that the war is coming to an end.

He woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, with warm water stains in the corners of his eyes, and Shen Peinan couldn't sleep well. Mo Qinghe turned over, and he sat up with him. The two stared at each other in the middle of the night, relatively silent, and suddenly seemed to be burned by tongs , wrestling like crazy, chasing each other's hot lips, hugging tightly by the moonlit window.

Shen Peinan called Xiao Mo in a hoarse voice, but the words were lost. Mo Qinghe put his arms around him, beat his back with both hands, sobbed and called Brother Shen, but was also speechless.

During that period of time, they were immersed in this fatal obsession almost every day. It was really terrible. The two of them beat fiercely. Halfway through the beating, they rolled on the bed panting. Scars, mottled hickeys all over her body.The two of them were also very embarrassed, tossing and tossing all night, shy to see each other when they washed in the morning, and all communication depended on servants passing on messages, as if they were experiencing their first love.

In fact, they have all passed the age of self-control, but they have been going around for too many years, and the thirst has been suppressed for too long, and they cannot be relieved.

The news of the national army's retreat was coming through the radio one by one. Shen Peinan felt harsh and ordered his servants to put the radio away, but no matter where it was received, Mo Qinghe could find it. As soon as Shen Peinan came home, he saw him by the window Listening to the radio, with a smile on his lips.He got angry, and bullied him more and more on the bed, pinched his neck with one hand, slammed into his butt wantonly, and fell on him when it was over, and said in a hoarse voice, Xiao Mo, I really want to die here on you.

Mo Qinghe was deeply immersed in this almost deformed lust, every inch of her skin was burning with fever, panting while saying goodbye, whoever can't stand it is the grandson.

They both knew that they had different things hidden in their hearts, their speechlessness and passion were for different reasons, but they could comfort each other, he understood Shen Peinan, and Shen Peinan understood him.For how many years, they stood on different ships, when