Costume Mountains and Rivers

Both mentally and physically were tormented. Mo Qinghe was thin, and started to have a high fever in the middle of the night. That night, only Lao Liu was on duty in the mansion. Shen Peinan's bedroom was far away, and Mo Qinghe had a fever. No one knows how powerful he is. He curled up on the bed and woke up for a while, with chaotic dreams in front of him. First, it was the big yard where the boy studied opera. It snowed heavily in winter, and the quilt was hard. Tiao put his arm around Yuan Sheng's waist and murmured, "Senior brother, I'm cold."

It was a hot day again, he practiced kicking towards the sky, hanging his legs on the beam with hemp ropes, bowls of sweat dripped down, forming salt grains on his spine, piercing like awns of wheat.The master didn't give him food, so Yuan Sheng secretly hid half of the cornbread cornbread and let him take a bite while no one was looking.

At the age of 11, it was the first time I went to a big family to sing at a church meeting. When I entered the door, I greeted me first, and then I buckled my head in a proper manner. The master made a lotus-colored silk dress. He and Yuan Sheng were rewarded with snacks by the master. He grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth, his clothes were stained with oil, and it was another good beating when he went back to the yard.

In the thirteenth year, he was in bud, and the one who wanted him was the youngest son of a tax official's family. He had a fat head, his nose was always soaked in oil, he wore a brown wool suit, and he had a rattan cane. He took off his top hat in front of him... …That night, it was also in such pain, the pain was so painful that I soaked in the bath all night, but I couldn't wash off the filth on my body.

In a blink of an eye, it was the workers' night school again. He and Yuan Sheng sneaked away to attend the class in the dark, and saw the person on the stage in a crisp white student uniform, smiling amiably, saying that we are all one family, and the social division of labor is different, and there are always people who suffer. , but the spirit is free and equal, and the soul is born noble.

Mo Shaoxuan looked at that university student's vigorous businessman from a distance, and his heart ached with envy. Hearing him sometimes impassioned, sometimes talking eloquently, he shed tears unknowingly.

That year, one of him and Yuan Sheng changed their stage names to Mo Qinghe and the other to Mo Liuchu, holding a copy of the Communist Manifesto to their chests, clenched their right fists, and secretly swore in an underground bookstore that I volunteered to join the Chinese Communist Party and support the Party. The program, abide by the party's charter, keep the party's secrets, be loyal to the party, fight for communism for life, be ready to sacrifice everything for the party and the people, and never betray the party.

He sweated for three years and five cars, and the backstage was hard, and finally became popular. He set up his own family, traveled to Peking and Tianjin in the name of singing, lingered beside the pillows of high-ranking officials, knew how to decode Morse code, and used his body to transmit messages. Willing to flatter and act on every occasion, his prosperity and youth are battlefields, with the purpose of sacrifice, without seeing the smoke of gunpowder, and taking every step of the way.

Mo Qinghe hugged the embroidered cushion in her arms tightly, dreaming one after another, her whole body was burning like charcoal, cold sweat soaked through the quilt, she bit her lower lip: "I'm cold, it hurts, brother, Liu Chu, I hurt... "

The eyelids were glowing red from the light that came from nowhere, and there were rustling voices around, as if someone was talking. Mo Qinghe was sick, and felt uncomfortable with the noise in her ears, and murmured: "Brothers, please be quiet!" Well, I have a terrible headache."

A corner of the Louxue veil was lifted, one hand covered his forehead to test his body temperature, and gently wiped his cheeks and neck with the handle of a towel soaked in cold water. The man's hand won't let him move away.

The person sitting by the bed was none other than Shen Peinan, wearing a Western-style white velvet nightgown, holding a towel in his hand, but Mo Qinghe tightly clenched his wrists.

It turned out that when Lao Liu applied the medicine to Mo Qinghe, he also noticed that the injury was serious. He was afraid that he would not be able to sleep due to the pain, so he deliberately warmed up milk to calm his nerves. When he walked to the door, he heard a slight moan inside. He thought he was having a nightmare. When I reached out and touched it, I realized that I had a high fever.

"The fever is getting worse and worse, your body is so weak." Shen Peinan frowned, and told Lao Liu: "What are you still doing, go to the door and see if the doctor is here!"

Lao Liu wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Xiao Gu drove to pick him up. Everyone is asleep in the middle of the night, and our place is remote, so we have to wait for an hour."

Mo Qinghe was so confused that she muttered "Don't make noise", and then called Liu Chu in a low voice.

Although he is a male role model, he does not look feminine, with deep eye sockets and long eyelashes. When he smiles, he looks like a young man, but when he is not smiling, he is melancholy and affectionate. At this moment, he closes his eyes tightly, and his thick eyelashes are like a small hand. On his face, he was wearing the bean-green silk shirt that Lao Liu sent him, curled up in aggrieved form, it was really Zhang Qing's lotus leaf, but it was a pity that he was wilted.

Shen Peinan drank too much wine when he was bullying him, and now he was mostly sober, seeing such a good child tossing like this, he felt a little regretful.

"Qing He?" Shen Peinan shook his shoulders, "Don't sleep, the doctor will be here soon."

Mo Qinghe opened her eyes a little, and asked in a daze, "Is senior brother coming soon?"

Shen Peinan was so angry with his senior brother that he gritted his teeth and raised his hand to hit him. Seeing Mo Qinghe's pitiful look of being exhausted and not dodging, his hands fell more and more slowly, and finally helped him to sit up, resting his forehead on the On his own shoulder, he turned around and asked Lao Liu in a low voice: "Who is the senior brother he is talking about?"

Old Liu was a fan of Mo Qinghe's theater, and he knew everything about him clearly, so he replied: "My name is Mo Liuchu, he sings Xiaosheng. He twisted his ankle in a martial arts performance half a year ago, and he hasn't sung since."

Shen Peinan hummed lightly.

"What's their relationship?"

"I haven't heard of this, but the two of them were brought out by the same master, and they grew up together since they were young. There must be some friendship."

Shen Peinan was born in the army, he loves face, he is very competitive, he always treats his prey like he doesn't want others to pick him up, he doesn't listen to things like cuckolds in his life, and he thinks that actors and actresses are just playthings for public entertainment, asking them is flattery , Seeing that Mo Qinghe was called by someone else when he fell asleep, the corners of his eyes were red with hatred.

Old Liu saw that Shen Peinan's expression was wrong, fearing jealousy and causing trouble, he hurriedly persuaded him: "Master, don't be angry, you can send him out tomorrow, although there are not many people in Sijiu City who are better than him in appearance and body, two or three It’s better to find one, change to a more innocent one, and it will be comfortable to raise.”

As soon as the words fell, Mo Qinghe supported Shen Peinan's arm with both hands, and said in a low voice: "It hurts."

Shen Peinan hugged him tighter, and sighed: "President Chen held a banquet at night and drank some foreign wine. He has a lot of stamina, and he can't control himself when he comes back. Are you really being ruthless?"

Old Liu illuminated Mo Qinghe's bloodless face with a gas lamp: "I'm afraid it will be inconvenient to walk for a week."

A person with a fever is hot outside but shivering with cold inside. Mo Qinghe dimly sensed the warmth on Shen Peinan's body, and gropingly snuggled up to him, crying for pain at one moment, and senior brother at another.

This time even Shen Peinan was at a loss, knowing that the matter was caused by him, and seeing him sobbing pitifully, he put his arm around Mo Qinghe's shoulder, and comforted him: "Brother is here, it's okay, it's okay."

"Whoever bullies you, tell the senior brother, the senior brother can't spare him."

Mo Qinghe slid her hands into Shen Peinan's nightgown and stroked his chest, untied the belt of the robe with both hands, clung to his arms and could not come out, like a child complaining: "The surname is Shen, Shen Peinan."

Shen Peinan and Lao Liu looked at each other: "He still remembers my name."

Mo Qinghe still looked drowsy, and replied: "What's so great about being a soldier, the rabbit who killed a thousand knives..."

Shen Peinan really laughed this time, and patted Mo Qinghe's back, "Senior brother killed that Lord Rabbit surnamed Shen for you, are you satisfied?"

Mo Qinghe made a fuss for a while again, scolding Shen Peinan muddle-headed enough, and then muttered about candied haws, pea, yellow jujube cake, fried liver and belly. Don't argue with him, hug him and let him make trouble.

Not long after, the doctor from the western medicine clinic came, gave Mo Qinghe a fever-reducing injection and stuffed Mo Qinghe under the quilt to cover her. Qinghe was sweating profusely and fell asleep in a daze.

Shen Peinan paid the Western medicine doctor five dollars to cover the door of Mo Qinghe's room. Only then did he really feel tired, and he and Lao Liu stood in the empty corridor and yawned. He glanced at the door of Mo Qinghe's room.

"Boss Mo is very popular in the city of Beiping. I'm afraid that if this matter becomes a big issue, if Chairman Jiang finds out, I'm afraid he will use the teacher's seat to grab Chairman Wang's pigtails(1). I don't know what the teacher's plan is?"

Shen Peinan sneered: "After the Northern Expedition is over, who in the party is not busy gambling money, accepting bribes, selling arms, marrying concubines and raising mistresses? I haven't even added a roommate to work for Zhaoming in the past few years, beating everyone, big and small. After ten battles, I still want to rest now, if he can't even make me win an actor, it will really hurt brother's heart too much."

"You didn't see the way he was about to sacrifice his life for the country at night. This child is stubborn and painful." Shen Peinan tightened the strap of his nightgown, "I invite Rubai to play cards tomorrow, touch the child's bottom, pillow People on the sidelines have to guard against it."

The gas lamp in Old Liu's hand trembled: "Master, do you want to take him back to Nanjing?"

Shen Peinan shook his head: "Sharpen his spirit first, I'll keep him if I like it, and if I don't like it, I'll just keep him in Peiping."

After finishing speaking, he added: "Hang Yunyang is singing at the director of industry and commerce. If he is free, he will be invited to teach Xiao Mo the rules."

Lao Liu and Shen Peinan went back to their rooms and spent the night thinking about their thoughts, but Mo Qinghe was the only one who slept soundly in this mansion.

The author has something to say: Note (1): After 1931, Jiang Zhongzheng and Wang Zhaoming cooperated again, but the two have always been at odds, and have been secretly competing for the top spot in the Kuomintang. After the Xi’an Incident in 1936, Wang Zhaoming served as the chairman of the National Government Committee. At that time, Wang Zhaoming already had a tendency to fear the sun. The time set in the article is 1936. Two years later, in 1938, Wang Zhaoming fled to Vietnam and officially announced the "colorful electricity" to fall to the sun.