Costume Mountains and Rivers

Mo Qinghe's run was completely beyond everyone's expectations. The order of the meeting was completely chaotic, and more than 20 pairs of eyes swept around like searchlights, but the instigator of the incident, Kawata Nakasa, held up his hand as if nothing had happened. He took a sip from his high-stemmed wine glass, scratched Shen Peinan with his eyes like a thin blade, and said with the corner of his mouth: "Mr. Mo will not be unwilling, right? If even a small request cannot be satisfied, I will doubt whether General Shen As Chairman Wang said, he is loyal to the cause of peace."

This is a blatant provocation, not only to Shen Peinan, but also to all the generals of the national army present. Everyone feels insulted, and they are all angry. Since it is not a battlefield, they cannot come to a quick end.

However, this lieutenant sergeant has his own reasons for his leisure. Behind him stands the covetous Japanese Empire. Shen Peinan is holding the wine glass, and the remaining sake in the glass shakes slightly with the trembling of his hands. The officer in the seat yelled Pei Nan in a low voice, and grabbed him hard.

Shen Peinan's temperament is that of a surly leopard, but even the most ferocious leopard can't fight a poisonous snake. He closed his eyes to suppress his anger, and it took him a while to calm down. A quick temper."

Kawata completely gained the upper hand, and even put on a polite demeanor, but his tone implied a threat: "I heard that all the male actors in your country come from Xianggongtang, and they must first learn how to serve wine and serve people before they can learn opera. , this Mrs. Shen has not left the teacher yet."

"General Shen, don't think too much. We just want you to show your attitude. After the play is over, I can turn over to Lieutenant General Fujiwara, and you can turn over to Chairman Wang, and the people of the two countries will definitely feel grateful for the peace. , now that even your Generalissimo Jiang is looking forward to peace, General Shen certainly doesn’t want Lieutenant General Fujiwara to be embarrassed, right?”

Shen Peinan finally couldn't listen anymore, stood up abruptly, the table was pushed hard by him, the cups and plates jingled, and he was still holding the wine glass in his hand, with more and more force, finally with a snap, the tall foot The glass was crushed violently, and the glass shards mixed with the wine plunged into the palm of the hand, and the hand was bright red.

Everyone was in disarray, several officers who had made friends with Shen Peinan and who knew his temperament hurriedly stepped forward to pull him, fearing that he would do something radical and give the Japanese an excuse to blackmail him one step further. Shen Peinan shook off everyone and glared at Kawada condescendingly Lieutenant Commander, opened his palms to him, pulled out the pieces of glass embedded in his palm one by one, and threw them into the plate.

In the end, he vigorously wiped the blood from his hands with a napkin, threw the crumpled white cloth on the ground, and said coldly, "I'll go find him."

He kicked the chair out of the way and followed him out the door.

The backyard was deserted and empty, and all the servants were sent to work at the mat. Mo Qinghe stood alone in the garden, staring at the sky in a daze.

It was a sunny day with a clear blue sky, and the sound of pigeon bells could be faintly heard. It was just after noon, and the weather was hot, and the poisonous sunlight was projected through the branches of a crabapple tree.

No matter how the world changes, the midsummer in Beiping remains the same. Mo Qinghe suddenly remembered her childhood, and there were many begonias growing in the big courtyard where she studied opera. She couldn't remember where their roots and trunks were. Stretch out, they bear the rain when it rains, and receive the sunshine on a sunny day, just like ordinary people, as long as a thread of roots can still stick in the soil, they can live obediently and without saying a word.

The young Mo Qinghe was tired of reciting operas, and she wore a ragged padded jacket with her arms open. She stood under a tree and looked up. She felt that the flowers were brighter than the people. The people were like houses, yards, bricks, pillars, and tombs. , just not like a human being.

An actor is an actor, not a human being.People are people, not people. Even generals like Shen Peinan still cannot resist or be free. In such an era, how can people be called people, and how can a country be called a country?

Mo Qinghe closed his eyes, only to feel that his whole body was scalding hot, and the sweat stimulated his back like needles. At first, there were bursts of heat, then a biting cold, and even his teeth were shaking.

A series of heavy footsteps came from behind, getting closer, and stopped behind, holding Mo Qinghe's shoulders with both hands, pushing him forward, Qinghe tilted his head, and bumped into Shen Peinan gloomy gaze.

His strength was so great that he pushed Mo Qinghe staggeringly. Before he could stand still, Shen Peinan put his arms under Qinghe's armpits, and almost half-supported him across the stone road and around a verandah , stopped in front of a bluestone bench surrounded by trees, pressed hard with both hands, and Mo Qinghe sat down on the cold bench.

Shen Peinan's face was sullen, and he crossed his arms and looked down at Mo Qinghe: "Are you going to hit me in the face in public?"

Mo Qinghe raised her face stubbornly: "If I don't sing, even if you force me to death, I won't sing for the Japanese."

"You lied to me, you took their money, and let them help you get promoted. You have been avoiding me for more than a week, and you are contacting the Japanese!"

Shen Peinan scolded the donkey temper in a low voice, sat down with him, lit a match, lit a cigarette, took a puff, let out a long breath, and said: "That bastard has taken a fancy to you, if you don't sing this time, There will always be a next time, he has a lot of ruthless methods, don't say I call you madam, even if I call you mother, I can't keep you."

Mo Qinghe was born in the opera garden, not even as good as Chuan Tiankou's Xianggong Tangzi, from childhood he knew either tricksters or buskers, at the age of twelve or thirteen he began to understand human affairs, and his brothers and sisters closed the door and kissed each other, if it wasn't for Mo Liuchu Protecting him, he couldn't even keep the first night in the hands of the benefactor, let alone gain a little fame in the future and be scrambled for praise. The threshold for benefactors is getting higher and higher, and he still sells until he meets Shen Peinan , signed a long-term and secret contract.

From the eyes of the Japanese viper, he could see that he was harboring evil intentions, but he did not expect to be so arrogant. Perhaps Shen Peinan's "statement" was too weak, and Mo Qinghe's mind flashed the crabapple again. Trees, he thought, if the country is weak, even people's words will become bullshit.

Qing He glanced at Shen Peinan out of the corner of her eye, just in time to see a red mark flowing from the crack between his fingers holding the cigarette, dripping down the back of his hand to his wrist, then tilted his head, and the brand new plaid shirt on his body There is a terrifying bloody handprint on the right shoulder.He immediately realized that Shen Peinan must have lost his temper for himself at the banquet, wondering if he had offended the Japanese.

He raised his hand and snatched the cigarette from Shen Peinan's hand, threw it on the ground and crushed it, then opened his palm, blood was swimming in the gaps, mixed with the sweat of midsummer, it was a mess.

Seeing that he seemed to be frightened, Shen Peinan took out a white cotton glove from his pocket, squeezed the blood from the palm of his hand vigorously, and said, "I crushed a glass, it was cut by glass, and it will scab after a while."

Mo Qinghe saw that he was scrubbing roughly, and although her heart was burning, she still took out a fragrant handkerchief, grabbed his hand, wrapped it around the tiger's mouth twice, and tied it in a knot.

Shen Peinan turned his palms and backs of his hands over twice, saw that the bow was neatly tied, and said with a smile: "When you get stubborn, you look like a donkey, but when you get better, you become a good girl again."

Mo Qinghe was silent, staring at an old holly tree not far away, he suddenly felt sad, even if he followed Shen Peinan, even if he was declared as his wife for the only time in his life, he was just a little girl in the eyes of others Rabbit, something that you can throw to others when you get tired of playing.

"Although you laugh at me, I remember that I am a man. The drama belongs to my ancestors, and it belongs to China. It must be used to serve the Japanese unless I die." Mo Qinghe's voice was very soft, but his tone was firm. He turned Turning his face away, he looked at Shen Peinan calmly, "If I don't sing to him, the worst is death. I've made up my mind, you go and answer him now. Tonight I will swallow opium and kill myself. Even if Kawada asks to you."

The smile on Shen Peinan's face froze, and he was stunned for a long time, then suddenly pulled Mo Qinghe into his arms hard, put his chin in his short furry hair, and said softly, "It's thanks to you being a Boy, if you are really a girl, I will marry you right away."

He put away his banter, wrapped Qinghe with one arm, his hand was tightly bound by a handkerchief, and only four fingers were left to move, so he rubbed Mo Qinghe's smooth face with the pulp of his four fingers, bowed his head He asked in a low voice, "Xiao Mo, are you afraid of death?"

Mo Qinghe buried his head in Shen Peinan's chest, his breath was full of his smell, not fragrant, but very refreshing masculinity, he shook his head vigorously.

Shen Peinan sighed: "I'm afraid, I'm not only afraid of death, I'm also afraid of being demoted, I'm afraid of Kawata Hisashi, I'm afraid of Zhaoming and Jiang Guangtou, I must live, hold the military power and the trust of the party and the country in my hands, death is nothing but a waste A coffin board, alive, but can protect tens of thousands of civilians, this is what a soldier should do. If the Japanese really come in one day, but the people who go to the battlefield are today's trash, I will die with regret. "

He held Qinghe's waist with both hands, his palms were as hot as two coals, the small movements that were rare on the bed made Mo Qinghe feel strangely trapped, he felt breathless, he lowered his head indiscriminately to avoid Shen Peinan's overly hot line of sight.

Shen Peinan didn't let him go, and said to himself: "Chuantian is a vicious person, and he must avenge his revenge. As the representative of Lieutenant General Fujiwara, he has great influence in the party and country. I reject him now. He has a thousand ways to make me feel uncomfortable. , and as long as you keep him steady..." He paused, "15 is the military expenditure of the whole division for more than half a year, converted into cash, it will take three trucks to pull it, Xiao Mo, tell me, there is no military salary, no food and ammunition , what should I use to fight the battle you mentioned?"

Mo Qinghe was confused, at one moment he felt that he was right, at another moment he completely denied it, he pushed Shen Peinan away, and said slowly: "I believe in your original intention, but I can't sing this scene, I can't sing it, let alone outsiders, even myself Look down on our trip to Liyuan!"

He jumped off the bluestone bench and was about to walk back. Shen Peinan finally lost his patience. He tugged at the collar of his shirt and strode after him. Holding Mo Qinghe's arm and forcing him to turn his head, his voice was like thunder: "Idiot, if the country is destroyed, who will remember what Beijing opera is? From now on, the songs of the four seasons of Japan will be sung across the river!"

"Today's humiliation, in exchange for the century-old heritage of your Liyuan Bank, is it enough to buy your two taels of self-esteem?"

Mo Qinghe stared blankly at Shen Peinan, stomped her feet suddenly, squatted down with her hands on her head, and struggled: "Do you know what we will be scolded for after this scene is over? So what, but what do you do, what do you do?"

"I can't let you be called a traitor, I can't bear it, I really can't bear it!"

Shen Peinan had already raised his hand, guessing that if Mo Qinghe didn't get the hang of it, he would really fight him. The worst would be to kill him, and then pick a few pleasing little actors to deal with Chuantian. For the sake of the plan, he can sacrifice anything .

But he never thought that Mo Qinghe would say such a thing, and the sound of what should you do was like a thunderbolt hitting his heart, causing a severe pain.He actually felt that he was humble. Shen Peinan pulled Qing He up, pressed her into his arms and stroked from the back of his neck to his buttocks, kneading it like kneading dough. At this moment, he suddenly lost his ability to speak, hesitating After a while, he called out in a low voice: "My little Que'er, good boy, good boy."

The author has something to say: Notes: 1. The collection of money is based on the allusion of the warlord Wu Peifu’s treatment of the Japanese. The Japanese please sing the allusion of Mr. Mei Lanfang (not the movie!), if you are interested, you can turn the book by yourself~ 2. Xianggongtangzi: Accompanying wine by opera singers was a unique phenomenon of opera actors in the late Qing Dynasty. The popular saying at that time was "Xianggongtangzi".Xianggongtangzi is a private class with a special nature. Apart from learning opera, it also has to accompany wine and guests, and it has the business nature of the entertainment industry.Mei Lanfang's grandfather, Mei Qiaoling, a famous female actor, had a "Jinghetang", and later many famous actors had their own halls.