Costume Mountains and Rivers

Shen Peinan pressed Mo Qinghe's shoulder and looked at him suspiciously. He saw that the little bird's forehead was covered with fine sweat, his cheeks were flushed, and his white bamboo cloth shirt, which was always clean and tidy, was stained with dirt and broken leaves. , like a kid who just did something bad.Seeing that he was cute, Shen Peinan raised the corners of his lips and pinched his face, scolding him: "Nonsense, you just have no fun to sing, the building is so high, is it really a joke to fall down?"

Ever since Mo Qinghe saw the three of them appearing in the garden, she had lied quickly in her heart, and it was very easy to make it up, but she didn't want him to say such a sentence, she was stunned for a moment, and raised her head: "You just ask this?"

Shen Peinan snorted through his nose, and said lightly: "If I don't come back in time, are you going to follow it and step on the roof of our house?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand towards the little yellow cat. He was wearing snow-white gloves, and the cuffs were neatly trimmed with gold laces. The little cat was pampered by the two of them in turn, and didn't care about how dirty he was at the moment, so he acted softly. Stretching two muddy paws into Shen Peinan's palm, a pair of plum blossom-shaped paw prints were printed, and then kicked his hind legs onto Shen Peinan's shoulders, looking down proudly at the orchids that were killed in battle all over the balcony.

Mo Qinghe glared at the traitorous accomplices, then glared at Shen Peinan's military uniform with a row of paw prints on it, and muttered: "You are better to cats than to people."

Shen Peinan brushed off the grass clippings on his gown, took him by the hand and pushed open the bedroom door to walk in, then turned back and said nonchalantly: "That's wrong, it's comfortable for you to shout so loudly last night, it can be seen that as long as you don't Losing my temper, I love you more than the cat."

The little yellow cat seemed to understand the human words again, then turned its soft body around, and meowed at Mo Qinghe.

Mo Qinghe was still immersed in a state of extreme tension just a second ago, but now he suddenly relaxed, and he couldn't believe it.

Because of the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe, Shen Peinan's words rubbed against his ears, and he didn't go in. After he realized it, the picture of the two of them on the bed the night before flashed in front of his eyes, Mo Qinghe blushed, and lowered his head. Said: "Anyway, you know that I really like you, so feel free to make fun of me!"

As he followed Shen Peinan downstairs, he blushed and chased away the images in his mind. Last night he begged Shen Peinan to change the photos in his wallet. He annoyed him twice and three times. He was pressed on the bed and forced to accept a strong wind. Lingering like a shower.However, Shen Peinan didn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade. After crying a few times, Mo Qinghe simply turned over and straddled him.

After some extreme happiness, Mo Qinghe recovered and lay on his chest. The first sentence was can you change the photo now? : "You little thing who is used to doing business, you can use your ass to ask me for money, but if you want me to listen to you, you can't."

Mo Qinghe was very disappointed, but being ridiculed by Shen Peinan from morning to night, no matter how much disappointment he felt in his heart, he couldn't be sensational anymore.

He came back to reality from the memory, saw Zhou and Dai chatting on the first floor from the gap of the spiral staircase, and knew that he would not be able to go out to see Li Mosheng tonight anyway, he felt the note placed close to his body like a burning coal burning his skin, He stumbled violently and involuntarily squeezed Shen Peinan's hand heavily.

Shen Peinan was walking to the next step, turned around and asked him: "What's wrong with you?"

Mo Qinghe didn't have anything to say to him, she opened her mouth wide for a moment, and prevaricated: "I, I was wondering why you didn't ask me if I entered your room, it's usually locked, I'm afraid you might misunderstand... "

Shen Peinan frowned and listened to Mo Qinghe's defense, understood what he meant, and said in surprise: "There are outsiders coming in and out of the house every day, so if they don't lock it up, why don't they rummage around?"

He took out a single brass key from his pocket, weighed it, opened Mo Qinghe's palm, and clapped the key in his hand: "No matter how important the documents are, they must go through your hands. I won't guard against you." , if you are not afraid of taking responsibility, go get one and put it away by yourself, take care of it, if you lose something someday, I will ask you."

The key was cold and heavy, and the brass had started to turn black after years of friction. Mo Qinghe clutched it tightly like a little housekeeper, but suddenly fell silent. looking at his back.Afraid that others would hear him, he lowered his voice and called, "Brother Shen."

Shen Peinan dragged him to his side, put his arms around Mo Qinghe's shoulders like a capable subordinate, and said in a low voice, "There are not many people I can trust. You have to be sensible and don't let me down."

That little piece of paper burned even worse, almost leaving a black mark on the skin of his chest. Mo Qinghe felt a strong sense of guilt and accomplishment. He simply didn't know whether to be thankful for this sentence or for Shen Peinan. Suo Tuofei felt sad, so he gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously.

At dinner, the four of them sat around and ate dumplings while listening to the phonograph playing the saxophone. Lao Liu opened two bottles of newly arrived Nordic brandy. The living room lights flickered, creating a pleasant atmosphere.

It was only then that Mo Qinghe realized that there was another reason for Shen Peinan's generosity. He didn't seem to mind being heard of Fujiwara's whereabouts. Mo Qinghe said with a smile: "The Japanese general mentioned last time will arrive tomorrow, don't go to school in the afternoon, and follow me to the Yayin Hall for a banquet."

Mo Qinghe pretended to know the news just now, and wondered: "Is that Fujiwara coming? You two met to talk about things, what do you want me to do?"

It turned out that the Japanese did not trust the government of the Republic of China, and they were afraid of setting up an ambush, so they asked for a family reunion and asked Shen Peinan to bring his "love couple" to go together.Mo Qinghe couldn't laugh or cry, he thought that the Japanese didn't understand Shen Peinan too well, let alone a small actor, even if his real wife was taken as a hostage, he would give it up for the sake of the country.

Shen Peinan was in a good mood, picked a dumpling for Mo Qinghe, and teased him: "Your friend who likes drama is also going. I haven't seen you for a few days. He misses you very much, so he specifically asked me to take you with me, and then I will give it to you." He's singing."

Mo Qinghe was stunned for a long time before realizing that he was referring to Hisashi Kawata, and threw his chopsticks away in anger.

Seeing that he was serious, Shen Peinan laughed even harder, and spread his hands towards the other two gentlemen: "You blame me for not going out to play anymore, you see, I love him so much, and he still wants to show me face, If I dare to go out and mess around again, won’t I be killed?”

Knowing the inside story, Zhou Rubai and Dai Changming exchanged ambiguous looks at this moment, laughing deliberately.

It turned out that Shen Peinan had always maintained an absurd and merry manner in Beiping. Since his relationship with Mo Qinghe had grown stronger, he had gradually lost this pretense. Because of this, on the way back, Zhou Rubai and Dai Changming teamed up to tease him about his fear of guilt. He did not defend himself. It is just a suggestion to go out to visit flowers at night, each choose a few girls, smoke one or two cigarettes, and have a good time.

When Shen Peinan was half drunk, she intentionally or unintentionally mentioned which kiln sister had big breasts and fat buttocks, and her speech and demeanor seemed to show off her wife's broad-mindedness and her lack of jealousy.Mo Qinghe knew that Shen Peinan must have a purpose in doing things, suppressed his jealousy, and recommended him with Dai Changming the famous kilns and smokehouses in Beiping with a smile. The four men discussed the flower picking business, and had a good time.

Mo Qinghe didn't panic until he was full of wine and food and really wanted to get up and change clothes to go out. He didn't dare to stop Shen Peinan directly, let alone refute his face, so he had to carefully ask which one he was going to, and then asked When did he come back? I asked him everything, and seeing that he had no intention of repenting, his eyes turned red all of a sudden.

"Are you really going?" While Zhou Dai and the two were getting their coats in the cloakroom, Mo Qinghe couldn't help pleading in a low voice: "Those outside are not clean, and they will get sores when they sleep, you want me, I'm no worse than them .”

Shen Peinan saw that he had finally revealed his flaws, and deliberately said with a straight face: "I don't want you, I miss a woman today."

Mo Qinghe let out a dumbfounded oh, without words, but her body stood firmly in front of Shen Peinan, refusing to let him go out no matter what.

Shen Peinan went around three times and couldn't get around, so he suddenly picked him up and spun around, laughing so hard that he was telling the truth.He really wants to pay Zhou Rubai and Dai Changming, two people who know all the arrangements for tomorrow, to visit the brothel. The purpose is not to go whoring, but to create evidence that he is doing whoring at this time.

He held Mo Qinghe's face in both hands, kissed his forehead, and said: "When we go out, you go out and send a telegram to the Nanjing Party Headquarters for me."

After speaking, he stuffed a letter into Mo Qinghe's hand: "Send the contents on it, walk along the path from the back door of the garden, change into clothes you don't usually wear, don't be recognized by others, especially avoid Lao Liu, It's a big deal, take care of yourself."

Glancing down at the note, Mo Qinghe was almost stunned by the content. It contained information that he had tried everything possible to obtain. The time of Lieutenant General Fujiwara's visit, the name of the meeting hotel and the defense measures made him even more puzzled. What's more, Shen Peinan didn't seem to think that it was top-secret information at all, so he transcribed it generously on white paper, using the public radio station of the Telegraph Bureau, and wanted to spread it out without even using a password!

Mo Qinghe has been able to show some intelligence knowledge in processing documents during this period, he hastily objected: "You drink too much, this is not good, the anti-Japanese sentiment in the whole country is serious now, if this telegram is intercepted, that Fujiwara will suffer !"

Shen Peinan stared straight at him with blazing eyes, and said in a meaningful tone: "If someone wants to make him suffer, I can't participate, can't I go along with it?"

Mo Qinghe gasped, and suddenly understood that Shen Peinan was deliberately releasing the information. He was not afraid of the so-called Communist Party and patriots intercepting it, but he was afraid that the information would not be passed on, so that the Japanese could return home safely!

It was too late to be happy about getting the chance to go out, Mo Qinghe stammered: "We are going to attend the banquet with those Japanese people tomorrow, if the venue is really bombed, we can't escape..."

Shen Peinan's expression became gloomy, he hugged him vigorously, and asked in a low voice if he was afraid. Mo Qinghe saw that he was unwavering and knew that he had already made up his mind, so he shook his head vigorously.

Zhou Rubai and Dai Changming were already waiting at the door. Mo Qinghe could only end the discussion. He wanted to say something to express his heart, but he was wary of outsiders. After thinking about it for a long time, he suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Shen Peinan's front, threatening: "Go Let's go shopping in the brothel, I don't care, but I can only touch and not sleep, I will wait for you tonight, and I will wait for you when you come back!"

Shen Peinan changed into a suit, lowered her top hat and went out. When she reached the gate of the courtyard, she turned her head subconsciously, and saw Mo Qinghe standing under the eaves, looking at herself like a little daughter-in-law, a charming little yellow cat Squatting at his feet, the light of the crystal chandelier in the living room shines through the open door, each person and cat seem to have a warm fringe.

There was the scent of roses in the night wind blowing towards his face, Shen Peinan couldn't help smiling, lit a cigarette for himself, took a deep breath, and exhaled a stream of blue smoke.

Zhou Rubai walked side by side with him, seeing him turning his head frequently, he also looked back, suddenly said: "Brother, are you serious?"

Shen Peinan handed him the cigarette box, lit a match and lit his cigarette for him. After a moment of silence, he said calmly: "You don't need to go to the battlefield. If one day I can't come back, take care of him for me." .”

Zhou Rubai had a look of disbelief, and lifted his glasses: "It's just a singer, not as beautiful as that Hang Yunyang, what do you like about him?"

"Really." Shen Peinan put the cigarette case back into his pocket, raised his head and exhaled into the night sky, "Sincere, sincerity is cute."

Zhou Rubai spread his hands in a very Western style, and rolled his eyes to express his disdain: "A soldier is as rough as a corn cob, and knows how to be sincere."

Shen Peinan was more straightforward than him, and pushed him hard on the shoulder, cursing: "Fuck off, I think when I was studying in England, all the female students in the class, no matter whether they were foreign or bastards in China, they were all called Lao Tzu poets. .”

Dai Changming was born as a local ruffian, and he understands the code of conduct of blind people quite well, so he is extremely efficient and rough in his work. The Yayin Clubhouse in the south of the city was cleared early in the morning. Except for the three chefs, everyone from the waiter to the manager was sent back under the name of suspending business for rectification. At home to rest, their positions were all replaced by patrolmen in disguise, and a group of female soldiers were specially mobilized to pretend to be waitresses.

In order not to arouse the suspicion of passers-by, this restaurant has not closed for a whole day. There are seven or eight tables of banquets in the lobby, and each table is busy pushing and changing glasses. There are many people chatting and eating and drinking, but there are many dishes on the table-every time a plate is emptied, a waiter immediately replenishes another plate, and even the customers are disguised as soldiers.

As for the unknown passers-by, who wanted to go upstairs to eat, they were naturally stopped by plainclothes bodyguards at the entrance of the hall for various reasons.

Every window, every exit is guarded, and every guest room, bathtub, and even tables and chairs are checked carefully, not to mention strangers, not even a strange fly can fly in.

On the second floor, there is an elegant room listed as "Broken Bridge and Remnant Snow". A woman in Japanese kimono is performing a tea ceremony. She washes the teapot with delicate hands, and the process is not messy. The tea powder is white, the tea soup is clear, and the water in the copper pot is gurgling. It beeps, it is about to open, and everything is in order.

Mo Qinghe sat cross-legged, a young Japanese kept serving him courteously, and was naturally equipped with a silencer pistol. Next to him were Shen Peinan, Lieutenant General Fujiwara, and Hisashi Kawata. All conversations were in Japanese, and Mo Qinghe said He couldn't understand it, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. On the contrary, he held his breath infinitely, waiting for the important moment.