Costume Mountains and Rivers

In the blink of an eye, it was June, and the pomegranate blossoms were in full swing. Mo Qinghe was finally able to get out of bed and walk around freely.

During the last check-up, he was obediently sitting on the hospital bed, his skin was sickly pale after not seeing the sun for three months, his eyes were darker and brighter, his two thin hands were holding up his clothes, and he looked like a quiet man. student.

The British doctor put a stethoscope on Mo Qinghe's chest, listened carefully, took off his mask and said, "Congratulations on your recovery, Boss Mo can be discharged from the hospital. You must protect yourself from now on and don't get close to soldiers' guns."

Mo Qinghe looked back at Shen Peinan and grinned.

Shen Peinan sank into the sofa and read the newspaper. A piece of news described him as a steel knife on the battlefield, a political fencer, and a hedonist in life. He finished reading with a blank expression, rolled up the newspaper, To Mo Qinghe: "Pack up your things and go home."

Mo Qinghe rolled down her clothes, and became nervous when she heard the words: "Should I go back to my courtyard, or go back to the general?"

Shen Peinan raised his eyes: "You follow me first, and I will let you meet someone tomorrow."

He ignored Mo Qinghe's questioning, took the check book from Lao Liu, signed a large amount to pay the doctor, and then waved his hand, and the soldiers waiting on the side began to pack things in a hurry, using boxes Packed and moved to the car, the ward was vacated after a while, and it was as clean as when they came.

Mo Qinghe sat in a jeep and looked out the window. Outside the window were passers-by in long robes, hawkers selling candied haws, stalls selling foreign films and performing monkey shows. , He was afraid of Shen Peinan's ambiguous attitude, worried about the organization's punishment for his misinformation, and he didn't know who Shen Peinan asked him to meet.

The car was driving on the wide road, and everything in the hospital was like a dream.Mo Qinghe clenched his fists, glanced at Shen Peinan from the corner of his eye, thinking that failure makes people grow, he can't be discouraged, let alone give up, he has to fight more calmly until he gets the evidence of Shen Peinan's success, so that both Wang and Chen Until a traitor leader pleaded guilty in front of the whole country.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his lips.

On the day of returning home, Mo Qinghe took a good shower, invited the most famous barber to come to his house to cut his hair and shave his face, and groomed him meticulously. He weighed two pounds, the contours of his face became more obvious, and his eyes became clearer.

After tidying up, he changed into light blue soft clothes, with a huge fire oil diamond ring on his middle finger, and was taken into Shen Peinan's bedroom by Lao Liu.

To Mo Qinghe's surprise, Shen Peinan's room is not like a bedroom, but more like a study, with bookshelves on all four walls, and a gold and white lacquered table by the window, with a lot of movie magazines scattered on it. Shen Peinan is wearing a Japanese-style sleeper. He was leaning on the bedside, reading a book in a foreign language with a gilt cover. There was a desk lamp beside the bed, and the orange light cast a faint shadow on the side of his nose.

The door was wide open, but Lao Liu still knocked lightly. Shen Peinan raised his head and looked at Mo Qinghe who was at the door. Both of them saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Mo Qinghe forgot to be afraid because of curiosity, stepped forward and said, "You can also read?"

Shen Peinan found it funny: "Can't I read? Or do you think I'm just an overlord who only knows how to wield knives and sticks, but can't read big characters?"

He put down the gold-covered hard-shell book, put his arms around Mo Qinghe's body, sniffed at his neck, and said, "It doesn't smell like a rotten pickle now." Then he pushed him away After a while, he looked up and down, "I lost weight, but I look better than before."

Mo Qinghe beat his legs for him, and pinched his shoulders for a while. Feeling that Shen Peinan's hands were beginning to be dishonest, he took off his clothes one by one and got under the quilt. The two bodies were close to each other. Shen Peinan was tall and strong, with his arms hugged It can cover Mo Qinghe tightly.

Xia Ye’s frogs and insects were heard outside the window, and the air was damp and damp. Mo Qinghe was pressed down by his muscular body and felt breathless. In a blink of an eye, he himself was soaked in hot sweat. .

Shen Peinan didn't make any extra movements, so he applied some warm oil to Mo Qinghe, let him spread it with his fingers for a while, and when he felt that it was almost done, he separated his legs and pushed straight in. He fiddled with the white body underneath him like a doll.

With lubrication this time, Mo Qinghe didn't feel much pain, because he came in too rashly and didn't feel very comfortable. It looks like my brother is acting like a baby.

Thinking of elder brother and senior brother, Mo Qinghe took a breath, and the image of Liu Chu wearing a blue cloth gown with sunshine appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but harden.

While enduring the discomfort of the huge thing below, he frowned and thought, he and Liu Chu have been together for so many years and have never had sex once, just thinking, he thought, Liu Chu also thought, endured They touched and kissed each other when they couldn't stop, but they didn't enter.

They all know that this relationship is clean, and they are used to seeing the ugly faces of the world, so they are reluctant to bring lust into the play. If the couple who flirt in the play really go to bed, the relationship will be hurt, and the love will become inferior if they sing about it. .He has seen a lot of children ruin their operas when they are naked, he can't do it, he loves operas, and he can't let his lust stain the clean place in his heart, and he can't tarnish Senior Brother Liu Chu either.

With this longing, his plays are especially pure and affectionate. People old and young say that listening to his plays is like a dream. They can laugh when they are amused, and cry hard when they are touching.

Shen Peinan didn't care about him, he exerted all his strength, as if he had been suffocated for 800 years, wishing to crush Mo Qinghe to death under his body, when he changed his posture, he saw the raised pink stick Things, and asked him in a hoarse voice: "Does it feel like being fucked?"

Mo Qinghe returned to the sky, and was suddenly asked this question, she blushed and nodded, and replied: "I don't know why it's very comfortable today, general, touch it."

Shen Peinan kneaded it a few times before letting go, let Mo Qinghe lie on her side, put one leg on her shoulder, and moved aggressively again, panting and said: "It's very tight inside, how can I get in there?" Take care of that thing in front of you, just play around with yourself."

Mo Qinghe stroked obediently for a while, but finally felt uncomfortable, so she let go.To him, doing this kind of work is official business. It is hard to say how reluctant it is, but he has never enjoyed it. He grabbed the bed sheet with two blue and white hands, looked at Shen Peinan's wanton expression and the swaying lamp shadow on his face, and felt ashamed. , the bottom is soft.

Shen Peinan seemed to be taking medicine, tossing him for most of the night, taking a break for a while, and one time lasted for more than an hour. Mo Qinghe didn't know where he got the energy from, and then hoarse his voice with yells, In fact, he was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open, he was thinking about Liu Chu for a while, Master and Yun Yang for a while, thinking about the big courtyard where he learned opera when he was a child and the mother who brought him here, and spent the whole night in the phantom.

Shen Peinan broke out in a hot sweat, splattering Mo Qinghe's thighs and lower abdomen with sperm spots before enjoying himself. The person under him lay lazily on his stomach, and the little mouth that had endured the love for half a night couldn't close for a while. Close up, and a viscous white liquid flows out.He admired the beautiful scenery in front of him, and felt that the warm and humid cave was the Pianyao Pond, which washed away all the dirt he had messed up in the past three months.

In his tiredness, he had a hallucination. He dreamed that after the war, he was no longer being followed by spies, and he was no longer struggling in blood and fire. There was a sensible and obedient child to be his little wife, who bent his eyes at him during the day Laughing, pulling his sleeve at night and saying yes, the new house is open and bright, the world is bright, he has a home, Shen Peinan put his chin on Qing He's shoulder, smiled a little, and fell asleep.

Mo Qinghe also fell asleep thinking of his senior brother who loved him and the mother who promised to take him to celebrate the New Year.

Mo Qinghe woke up naturally from this sleep, the sun was already high, and Shen Peinan was nowhere to be seen. On the small table beside the bed was a cup of stewed soft mung bean soup and a few pieces of bird's nest cakes, and a picture of peony A small red-lacquered box filled with fresh ice cubes.

He took a small spoonful and tasted it. He found it soft enough, but too sweet. He couldn't bear the hungry screams, so he picked up a bowl and drank it, and then picked a large piece of ice kara kara After biting into pieces to dispel the heat, and taking a hot bath, I felt comfortable in every bone.

After tidying up her stomach and face, Mo Qinghe breathed and breathed in the mirror, practiced winking hard, felt that she had almost entered the state, changed into a new set of soft kudzu single shirt and went downstairs.

The living room was set up to welcome guests. The windows of the room were cleaned and the windows were clean. Mrs. Jin was putting away the dishes and unpacked the whole set of high-end white porcelain tableware and put them on the table.

Shen Peinan was leaning on the sofa to work, and there were neatly tied letters and telegrams beside him. He read them seriously, frowning, and wrote a few lines on the letter paper while reading.

Although Mo Qinghe hated him and was afraid of him, she had gotten to know him well during the few months in the hospital, and without saying hello, she casually pushed the letter aside to make room for someone to sit on, and leaned towards him like a cat. roll.

Shen Peinan ignored him and read the letter by himself.

Mo Qinghe turned over, put her hand on her chin and said with a smile: "What is the urgent matter, I didn't do it when I had time before, and I was busy with work when I got home. It must be that the young master in Nanjing misses the general."

Shen Peinan was not very interested, staring at the manuscript paper in his hand, said indifferently: "Business."

Mo Qinghe was not discouraged. He boasted that he had regained his charm after recovering from his illness, and acted again in a sudden change: "The general didn't sleep for a few hours last night. Are you tired after waking up so early?"

Only then did Shen Peinan glance at him, and snorted through his nose: "Who do you pretend to be so cheap? If you feel unhappy, just say it, I won't eat you."

Mo Qinghe sneered as soon as she heard it: "It doesn't matter if you feel uncomfortable, just use the place below, general, listen to what I have shouted this night, if I make trouble again, the owner of the theater will come to the general to settle the score. "

"General, what you did last night was really..." Mo Qinghe put his hand to his mouth, pretending to whisper something, but his voice was not low at all. Seeing Shen Peinan's embarrassment, he stopped his mouth and jumped up lightly to grab his hand The letter inside, took the opportunity to peek at the content on the paper.

Before he could see what the lines of blue ink said, Shen Peinan snatched the letter back and stuffed it into the envelope, frowning and said: "Stop talking nonsense in front of people, show me some respect."

Qing He laughed even harder, so he leaned on Shen Peinan's thigh and raised his hand to touch his face: "What's the matter? I don't care about the people below, why are you so serious?"

"Get out, go crazy early in the morning, did you take the wrong medicine today?" Shen Peinan was annoyed by him, and raised her voice unbearably, "Someone is coming from your house, hurry up and tidy up your clothes to meet the guests."

"My family? As long as I have a brother, uncle, and sister-in-law, it would be great, and I can ask the general to help me and find a job." Mo Qinghe didn't take it seriously, and laughed and played shamelessly, not wanting to just finish speaking, a familiar The voice came from the direction of the cloakroom at the gate.

"Qinghe!"

Mo Qinghe turned his head suddenly when he heard the sound, he couldn't believe his eyes.

The hall was filled with warm sunlight. A tall and tall young man in a blue silk gown stood in the center, looking at Mo Qinghe in Shen Peinan's arms in surprise.

The moment the four eyes met, the young man's face was flushed red at first, and then turned pale with blood loss. The only red spot was on the tips of the ears. The tips of the backlit ears were thin and red, and they would burn when touched. hands.

Mo Qinghe trembled uncontrollably, opened her mouth several times, and called out with difficulty: "Senior brother."

The visitor was none other than Mo Liuchu.