Costume Mountains and Rivers

After the July [-]th Incident, the old and young men in Peiping listened to the sound of cannons all night, and when they woke up, they all became subjugated slaves.

Shortly after the fall of Beiping and Tianjin, Shandong defender Han Fuqu surrendered without a fight, handing over a large section of important railway and highway transportation lines to the Japanese, and the whole North China was on the verge of collapse.In the first summer when Mo Qinghe arrived in Yan'an, Japanese warships sailed into Hangzhou Bay, and the Battle of Songhu broke out.

Compared with the tragedy of the frontline battle, Mo Qinghe's life in Yan'an can be called happy. Here is a barren plateau with extremely poor sanitation and lack of living supplies and ammunition supplies. However, people are full of hope for life, and everything is collective. Equally, the spirit of revolutionary romanticism was written into ballads and articles, and sang endlessly over the Yanhe River.

In fact, he didn't have many opportunities to meet people. When Mo Qinghe arrived, he was carrying a small suitcase and a dirty noodle bag in his arms. He was taken to a remote cave dwelling as soon as he arrived at his destination. A few words were written with white chalk at the door, marking out a simple military restricted area.The people inside are responsible for the monitoring and deciphering of intelligence. There are piles of documents and a large number of radio transceivers stored everywhere. Several lesbians wearing earphones are recording messages under the gas lamp. When they see Mo Qinghe at the door, they send curious glance.

These are top military secrets, and Mo Qinghe only saw them once when he came here, and he never came close to them again. His workplace is a hundred meters away, and it is also a large restricted area, but there are no people there, singing and laughing everywhere. The base of the sound seemed unusually deserted.The person in charge told him that this is the headquarters of the entire ground agents, and the personnel are distributed all over the country. Every once in a while, someone changes into a suit and is sent out with an identity that even the closest comrades do not know, and some never return. Not coming, there are also some like Mo Qinghe who escaped death and were transferred back by the organization, waiting for new job opportunities.

The superior who took over from him was called Lao Xie, a middle-aged man with a weathered face, always wearing a gray cotton military uniform with exposed cotton, holding a homemade cigarette in his mouth, clasping his hands, smoking and smacking his mouth, and kept going. Nose blows smoke.

It is said that Lao Xie is a very powerful figure in the intelligence community, but how Mo Qinghe thinks he is simple and kind like Uncle Li who sells vegetables on the street. Maybe he really sold vegetables in disguise in the Kuomintang-controlled area, just like Shen Peinan did. Same with spicy noodles.Lao Xie has a bright personality and speaks like shouting. He sent Mo Qinghe into the room, put the suitcase against the wall, and pointed to an uneven wooden table: "This is it. From now on, you will stay here and pack it for me." File delivery."

Mo Qinghe agreed, and just as he was about to step forward to move the chair, Lao Xie slapped him on the shoulder: "Boy, what do you mean by being polite? Look at you, you have thin arms and legs, eat more!" Meat, eat more meat to be energetic!"

That is to say, after Mo Qinghe lived in Yan'an for a year, except for the pitifully thin caterpillars in Chinese cabbage, meat never appeared on the table once.

After Lao Xie explained the life matters like a cannonball, he gave Mo Qinghe a washbasin and an enamel jar for cooking. Suddenly, he noticed the noodle pocket in his arms and stretched out his hand to pull it. Thinking of it, I quickly opened the pocket, the top was a small half bag of corn crumbs, and when I took it down, it was full of yellow and heavy gold bars.

Seeing Lao Xie gasping for air in surprise, he couldn't help grinning, and passed the pocket forward: "All that is seized by the enemy, hand it in." The diamond ring that was tied was pressed against his chest, and the cold little beetle stretched out its slender tentacles, scratching his heart.

When Shen Peinan bought Mo Qinghe's outfit and gave him pocket money according to the day, he probably never thought that the stock deposits and clothing and jewelry he used to buy fun would one day become the Communist Party's military expenditures. Shen Peinan disagreed with his political views, and after completely embarking on two roads, Yan'an actually flew the Kuomintang's blue sky and white sun flag. A set of military uniforms and collar badges were sent to the revolutionary area, and then the Red Army was incorporated into the Eighth Route Army of the National Army, and began a long and arduous journey behind the enemy lines. guerrilla warfare.

The first summer in Yan'an has passed, and the chilling autumn wind is getting closer day by day. Mo Qinghe got up early, squatted at the base of the wall with an enamel jar and brushed her teeth, and a dry and cold north wind rolled the yellow sand. , he was blinded by the sand, and burst into tears.In the dim tears, I saw Lao Xie bypassing a dirt wall, striding forward with a document in his hand, followed by a little soldier, Lao Xie yelled as he walked: "Experts! We need to know more An expert in radio technology! You convey this matter to me immediately! Do it right away!"

Mo Qinghe wiped his eyes, poured the water in the cup hastily, and waited for Lao Xie standing in a shelter from the wind. Lao Xie looked serious and saw him from a distance, turned a corner and walked over, rubbing his hands and said, "Your reporting organization It has been approved, and now there is a major task that needs you to perform, you pack it up quickly, and get ready to go in the afternoon!"

Holding the cup, Mo Qinghe's eyes sparkled with excitement: "Can I join the guerrillas?"

Lao Xie chuckled: "No, it's more important than this." After speaking, he put his arms around his shoulders and walked into the house, Mo Qinghe observed Lao Xie's expression, and said discouragedly: "The organization promised me that it would not send me engaged in literary work."

"No, of course not. You have considerable experience in lurking behind enemy lines. If you are asked to engage in literature and art, that would be overkill." Lao Xie spoke Mandarin with a taste of northern Shaanxi, turned around and closed the creaking door, Mo Qinghe pressed on the chair and laid the documents neatly in front of him.Mo Qinghe lowered his head and read it word by word. His face became more and more ugly. After reading the last sentence, his head shook like a rattle.

According to the instructions of the central document, the battle of Songhu was defeated, and Shanghai was facing fall. In order to cooperate with Chiang Kai-shek's troops to retreat westward, the CCP will send a group of special agents to break through the blockade of Japanese special forces and traitors, and secret the families of many national army generals. Moved out of the occupied area, and the task Mo Qinghe received was to rush to Hangzhou within seven days and take dozens of people from Shen Peinan's hometown to safely evacuate Hangzhou city before the Japanese army entered the city.

According to the instructions sent back by the intelligence personnel, the Shen family has been closely watched by many Japanese special forces because they blatantly violated the peace talks strategy proposed by Wang Jingwei, Hu Shi and others.

The north wind was whining outside the door, and the dim light of the gas lamp flickered. According to the words on the document, Mo Qinghe looked at the red badge in the lower right corner, and remembered the stern eyes of the old lady of the Shen family, and shivered involuntarily. .

He unconsciously tapped the table with his middle finger, staring at the document in a daze.Lao Xie picked up a thermos, flushed the cup for brushing his teeth, pinched a handful of broken tea leaves into it, poured water into it with a splash, and after brewing the tea, he handed Mo Qinghe a crumpled local cigarette. His expression was wrong, and he asked with concern: "The organization discussed it in a meeting. You know Shen Peinan's family and social circle, and you are the most suitable candidate. What's the matter, is there any difficulty?"

Mo Qinghe quickly regained his composure, pushed the document forward, and said, "I can't accept it."

"The relationship between Shen Peinan and I was not just a so-called friendship. His family knew this, and the whole family hated me deeply. Sending others to complete this matter smoothly, I will only cause trouble. Their antipathy may not only fail to achieve their goals, but may also delay the opportunity and cause unnecessary danger."

He took the match, lit a cigarette and took a puff. Materials were scarce during the war, and the crude cigarette smoke made people want to cough. The thick smoke surrounded the gas lamp, and the faces of both of them seemed to be covered in clouds.

In all fairness, he once longed for a chance to be close to the battlefield, as long as he could have a little intersection with Shen Peinan's world, but he is no longer the little actor who was immersed in love a year ago, and he no longer wrote letters about those forever Letters that never received an answer, and he would not wait for the postman every week. The long wait allowed him to see the true colors of the so-called feelings and lovers, so that after a year, when Shen Peinan's name When he reappeared, his heart was like a well on a loess high slope that had been filled by wind and sand, with only dry salt and alkali particles, without stirring up any waves.

With his hands behind his back, Lao Xie circled around the room several times. Seeing that Mo Qinghe still had no intention of letting go, his expression turned pale: "I said that you young comrades who came back from the capitalist world have a firm stand. But ideological awareness is still not enough! It is a time of war, and personal feelings must be subject to collective arrangements, how can we be as free and undisciplined as before?"

Mo Qinghe knew that although Lao Xie had a quick temper, he had a good heart, so he smiled and said that this was not a personal feeling, but a proper analysis of pros and cons. After speaking, he took out a stack of letter papers and began to write a new letter to the organization The petition report.

The table was cracked and uneven. He found a book and put it under the letter paper. It was a translation of Aristotle's "Ethics". There was a ballpoint pen in the book, and he opened it On the page of the book, I saw a sentence: How should a person spend his life?

As soon as he wrote a line in his report, Lao Xie knocked down his pen, and twisted him to go out: "I asked you to be in charge of the rear evacuation, and you pushed back and forth. You can see for yourself what the front line looks like!"

Mo Qinghe was screwed to the communication office, and Lao Xie made up his mind to fight him to the end, drove away the female correspondent, and piled up stacks of battle reports that had not yet been published in front of him. Communication was difficult during wartime, and the ones he got The newspapers have been out of date for many days, and most of them are advocating the belief that the War of Resistance will be victorious. As for what the front line is like, Mo Qinghe has never had a clear idea.He flipped through the pages, trembling uncontrollably, his eyes filled with tears, but he tried his best not to let them flow out.

War is coming, and the cloud of war has shrouded the luxurious southern world, just like an evil beast, using bombers all over the sky and battleships equipped with cannons as sharp claws, showing its dark and tyrannical true face!

He never knew that Shanghai is like this. Shanghai, which has always been associated with modernity, movies and dance halls, has turned into a hell on earth in just three months!

The Japanese army landed in Shanghai. In order to defend the Shanghai port, Chiang Kai-shek made a desperate move and mobilized elite troops from all over the country to guard Wusong. A total of 75 divisions, with a total of nearly 70 people, resisted the enemy's aircraft and tanks with flesh and blood. However, the weapons and equipment of the two sides were very different. Concentrated artillery fire from one company can only leave a few white marks on the enemy warships. Three months into the war, the total number of casualties of the national army has exceeded 30. The battlefield is like a bottomless pit, one division after another. Go in, and those who don’t even have bones left are devoured. Some support the reduction of more than half of the staff in three hours, and only one regiment is left in five hours. The war has obliterated the differences between regions, ages and classes, and there is only the stench of corpses, and there are waves of air raids Alarms and groans of pain, news of the death of officers above the brigade commander and division commander was continuously sent back from the front line, and some people were even forced to be promoted from major to major general within a few hours...

A large number of refugees were displaced and attacked the concession, but they were blown up beyond recognition by the bombs dropped by the Japanese army. The streets were full of struggling and screaming wounded, and the soldiers who participated in the street fighting were not spared. During the retreat, trampled to death did not count its number.

The photos are shocking. During these days, everyone is singing triumphantly to crush the Japanese army's three-month plan to destroy China, but they don't want to pay such a painful price!Mo Qinghe's ears were buzzing. He tightly grasped the document in his hand, and stood up suddenly: "Why don't you withdraw it? If you don't withdraw it, all your property will be wiped out!"

He thought of the task he had received, and suddenly felt ominous. He turned his head to look at Lao Xie, and unconsciously hoarse his voice: "Is he still alive? Tell me the truth, is he still alive?"

Lao Xie pressed his shoulder and made a quiet gesture: "Don't get excited, the reason his family is in danger is because he is still alive."

Mo Qinghe sat down dejectedly, but when the phone rang, the communications office exploded again, and everyone rushed to their respective posts to receive more tragic news from the front line.Mo Qinghe closed his eyes, he knew that there was nothing to say, the grievances and sad thoughts between him and Shen Peinan were completely left behind along with the artillery fire on the front line, he didn't even think about whether this relationship could be redeemed At this moment, he only has one thought, he wants to rush to the front line, he wants to rush to the place closest to Shen Peinan!

He rubbed his sore and swollen temples, suddenly raised his head, and said to Lao Xie in a firm tone: "Prepare me the passes for each checkpoint, the necessary guns and ammunition, and three different identification documents. I will rush to Hangzhou immediately!"

A smile finally appeared on Lao Xie's weather-carved face: "His family members have great opinions on leaving their hometown for refuge. What if they don't cooperate?"

"Even if it is tied, I will tie them all to a safe place!" Mo Qinghe clenched his fists tightly, only feeling a raging fire burning in his heart. This has nothing to do with love. He said to himself, this is love. A man is born, and he should fulfill his responsibilities.

Infected by his emotions, Lao Xie even said two good words, shook his hand vigorously, and said in a low voice, "Go and get a new military uniform."