Costume Mountains and Rivers

Another group of gendarmes arrived, and some people were chattering Japanese. Without hesitation, Mo Qinghe quickly fled back into the shadow of the alley, and escaped over the wall with the agility of a bobcat.

He ran quickly along the criss-crossing paths of Hangzhou City. The tears that kept pouring out made him unable to see the direction clearly. He tripped over the bricks and stones under his feet time and time again. He ran towards the steamy tea gardens and hillsides, he felt like a running wild animal, but he couldn't stop, the Japanese were coming, and the city of Hangzhou was about to fall!

The wind blew past his ears, and the icy snow kept hitting his cheeks. After running for an unknown amount of time, the surrounding houses gradually became scarce, the roads were intermittent, and there were pieces of desolate fertile grass swaying on both sides. Mo Qinghe mixed in In the shadows of refugees in twos and threes, I turned a corner, pushed aside a clump of wormwood that blocked my view, and saw that the world suddenly opened up, and the mountains in the night showed gentle curves. The mighty hundreds of refugees, wrapped in thick In the cotton padded clothes, in the boundless falling snow, like a silent and dignified long dragon, he walked slowly on the winding mountain road with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Mo Qinghe's face was flushed, and his whole body was warmed up from the long-distance running. He rushed into the refugee line and strode forward to open the way. Finally, the middle of the line met the tired-faced wilderness. He caught up and patted On the shoulders of the wilderness, he shouted back vigorously: "speed up, we are almost there!"

The silent crowd was suddenly awakened by the sound, one by one supporting each other, clinging to each other and speeding up their pace, Mo Qinghe and Yuanye each carried a tired child on their backs, and patrolled back and forth on one side of the line to see if anyone needed help .

He walked up the mountain step by step on the broken stone steps, and looked up at the distant sky from time to time. The leaden gray clouds gradually thinned, and a gap was separated, revealing the dark blue night sky.

He unconsciously lost his mind, and suddenly remembered the unexpected encounter with Yun Yang in the living room when he first arrived at Shen Peinan's side. Yun Yang knelt on the ground and was punished by him to sing "Wen Ji Returns to Han". The singing at that time couldn't help humming it lightly.

"In the cold day of the wilderness, the horses neigh, and thousands of miles of clouds and mountains return to the road. The head is covered with frost and sleet. In winter and summer, the eyes are full of cattle and sheep. The wind blows the sand. Sadly, I married a barbarian, and it is not enough to endure humiliation and steal my livelihood. Under the lonely shadow of the moon, under the yurt, Where is Yunfei's concubine's family?"

Hu Han? Thankfully he figured it out!

Mo Qinghe turned his head, supported the child's buttocks on his back, and looked up at the sky again. The sky was starting to turn pale, he thought, dawn was coming soon.

The mountains around the West Lake have sheltered these gentle and elegant Hangzhou people time and time again in history, and once again opened their gentle chests when the Japanese invaders caused disasters. Although the mountains are not high, they are better than winding The twists and turns, the south Runxiu winter can not destroy all the trees, small temples are hidden in the cold green and dense woods, providing the best refuge for the citizens.

The snow stopped at dawn, and the fluffy snowflakes like flying catkins first became thinner and became small ice balls, which melted into rain in mid-air, and then stopped.The sky faded away, revealing the unique freshness and azure blue after the snow. The refugee team stopped in front of a large temple, and the firewood door had been opened. The monks in the temple and the foreign monks in the Jesus Salvation Hall made some hasty preparations for this migration.

After several hours of migration, the number of refugees gradually increased to hundreds. Like a group of sheep without a leader, they slowly spread to the top of the stone steps. They pushed one by one into the Garan Hall. With the shelter of the roof, they quickly recovered their noisy nature. Arguing about finding a more suitable place to live, then spreading out and huddling with family members.

The main hall has been in disrepair for a long time, the beams creaked harshly, the windows were broken, and the draft wind scraped people's faces like knives. When Mo Qinghe sent the last few old people into the temple, he heard the little novice shouting He yelled: "You can't light a fire in the house! Hey, why are you messing with things in the temple!"

There are people lying all over the hall, the air is mixed with rosin and human body odor, the smell is unbearable, order has not been restored, I don't know who took the lead, this group of people who have just escaped from the center of the war took the incense candles in the temple one by one, They flocked to the incense table, kneeling three times and prostrating nine times to worship the Buddha!

Mo Qinghe pushed the situation to Yuan Ye and other comrades, asked the monk for a small handful of incense candles and an incense burner, went out alone, walked to the grass in the distance, and sat down quietly.

No one found him out of the group, the dense wormwood and the night that had not yet receded properly hid him. Mo Qinghe sat on an empty slope, facing the snow-capped mountains in the night, lit three sticks of incense, and could not blink. Blinkingly staring at the rising green smoke.

He didn't dare to close his eyes. As soon as he closed his eyes, his whole body couldn't stop trembling. The fierce street battle that was only a wall away from him echoed in his ears. Yun Yang's remains appeared before his eyes, still so beautiful, abandoned alone In the cold snowy night, blood splashed on his picturesque face, and overflowed into a red river under his body, but it didn't give people a sense of dirt. There was even a smile at the corner of his mouth. About a long time ago, Yun Yang lay On Mister Chen's shoulder, when Su Bai cursed with a coquettish smile, he had already predicted how his short life would end.

It's not about children wrapping around their knees, it's not about dying, but like a soldier, dying gloriously on the battlefield.

Mo Qinghe didn't want to regret the early death of his younger brother. Everyone who devoted himself to the revolution had the consciousness of destroying his family to relieve his difficulties. He memorized the connection information in Yunyang's letter in his heart, and burned the letter paper in the censer. The paper was gray and black Flying around like a butterfly, he heard the noise coming from the main hall, the crowd was praying for safety to escape the chaos of war, but no one knew that Yun Yang was gone, no one knew that his comrades, friends and relatives, his little brother would never again I can't come back!

He pushed back the hair on his forehead, faced the cold wind with his whole face, breathed heavily, the cold and damp air swirled around in his chest, and was squeezed out again. Buried in the trembling hands, the heart was occupied by sadness, the sadness was sour, heavy, vast and direct, like a raging tide, overwhelming him, but it made him numb, his chest was pressed by a heavy stone, and he couldn't cry.

A gust of wind blew past, and the trees rustled softly. The cold weather was washed by the wind and snow, and it was extraordinarily clear. The clouds separated on both sides, revealing a star as bright as a small lamp.

Someone came on the vines, and the footsteps behind him were getting closer.

"What are you doing here?" The voice came from a high place, and Mo Qinghe looked back, and saw Shen Piaoping standing behind him with arms folded, wrapped in a thick taupe-colored cashmere cloak with tassels covering the back of her hands, very The pointed fingers are exposed, painted with bright red Kodan.

Shen Piaoping's voice was quite hearty: "It's too messy inside, go tell the monk in the temple to give us a clean room, the old lady needs to rest."

"You tell it yourself." Mo Qinghe's train of thought was interrupted, and she felt disgusted. Shen Piaoping leaned over and patted the dirt on the glass stockings, and said impatiently: "I asked, and they said that the wing room is now full of refugees. No one wants to come out and sleep in the hall."

After she finished patting her calf, she looked up to see Mo Qinghe's red and swollen eyes and the censer in the grass, and suddenly stopped complaining.

Mo Qinghe rubbed the bridge of her nose with the heel of her palm, her voice revealed a strong nasal tone, but her tone was controlled very calmly: "Tonight, one of my comrades died."

"His death is for you, for everyone here." Mo Qinghe showed a sarcastic look, "Even if I lied to that Shen surname, now we owe nothing to each other. You can sleep if you can, but you can't sleep." , just come out with me to have a hair dryer."

Shen Piaoping was out of breath, and a word rushed to her lips, thinking that it was in the hands of these Communists, and her safety was not guaranteed, so she swallowed the words again, turned around with a cold snort, and wanted to leave.From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Mo Qinghe's face. There was a layer of water shells floating in his eyes, sometimes thicker and sometimes thinner, swirling slightly, but the dam never gushed out of the eye sockets.Grief made his gestures with solemn emotions, and he didn't mean anything against himself. Shen Piaoping hesitated for a moment, leaned over and picked out a stick of incense, lit it and inserted it into the incense burner.

She grabbed the arm of the other with one hand, stood up in embarrassment, took two steps back, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

"I know many friends from Yan'an like you." Shen Piaoping's eyes revealed a trace of doubt, "I admire your courage, but a few years ago, this kind of behavior should have been punished by justice."

Mo Qinghe buried his head in his arms, his shoulders trembled like dead leaves, the moonlight illuminated his thin figure, and his shadow was thrown into the swaying wormwood, as if a gust of wind could roll him up, Shen Piaoping said It almost made him laugh, but he just stared up at the cold star like a small lamp in the night sky full of desolation.

More than a year ago, he was in the mighty Shen family, chatted and laughed happily with Shen Peinan in the early autumn forest, and he once questioned his own beliefs, and now it seems that the hesitation at that time was so vulnerable.Just like the long night in front of us, most people, like him, don’t know what light is, but they really feel that the cold is on them, and there is a star in the sky. what is that star calledAs long as you walk towards it, it will be hot and warm, and the rest does not matter!what is the relationship?

For himself, the word "ism" has long been closely associated with brothers and comrades-in-arms. With Yun Yang dead, the task of leading comrades to break through the blockade falls on his shoulders alone, and he has no way out!

"You always stare at the presidential palace in Nanjing, thinking that to resist Nanjing is to resist the country. Now that the presidential palace is occupied by the Japanese army, do you think the country is gone?" Mo Qinghe laughed softly, "Miss Shen, the country is not here In the presidential palace, let alone in Nanjing, it is the trees and grass around you, and it is in that ruined temple."

"It's useless to say these things. We are short of weapons, manpower and food, and the charcoal fire prepared in the temple can't last long. I lost contact with the upline, and I have to find another way." Mo Qinghe sighed, " Whether you can sleep or not, you can solve it yourself."

Luoxue wet the corner of his clothes, Mo Qinghe knocked the incense ash on the ground, patted his clothes and stood up, Shen Piaoping yelled and pulled him back, the two were arguing, when suddenly, there was a dull gunshot It sounded from a distance, followed by a series of rumbling explosions.

At first Mo Qinghe thought it was thunder in winter, but when she realized it, her face turned pale, and Shen Piaoping suddenly widened her eyes and grabbed Mo Qinghe's wrist. Because of her panic, her nails were deeply embedded in her flesh. They all forgot the quarrel just now, jumped up together, and looked down the mountain in panic: "They have begun to attack the city!"

The sound of gunfire continued one after another, and the sound of gunfire was like a torrential rain on the ground. It became more and more dense and rapid. Several silver planes flew across the night sky, dragging wobbly white smoke behind them, and there was a sharp whistle. , With a bang, the bomb exploded somewhere, and they strode towards the temple, the two broken wooden doors were pushed open with a bang, and screams came one after another from inside the temple.

The hall was in chaos, and the citizens were disturbed by the sudden sound of artillery fire. The adults covered their ears and trembled, the children cried loudly, and the wilderness circled among the bedrolls on the floor, trying to comfort everyone: "Everyone, don't panic, the shells It's still far away from us, everyone, don't panic!" He looked up and saw Mo Qinghe and Shen Piaoping following behind, and rushed to meet him, shouting: "Where did you go?!"

Mo Qinghe hurriedly replied as he walked: "The war is starting in the east of the city. It won't be long before a small group of Japanese troops will enter the city. We need manpower. I heard from the monk that there are some rifles hidden in the firewood room, which were left behind during the revolution." Let’s go and see if it’s still usable.” As he spoke, he stuffed something heavy into Yuanye’s hand, and Yuanye looked down and saw that it was an incense burner, and couldn’t help cursing in a low voice, “Damn it, Mo Qing He glared at him fiercely: "Go!"

"I've already found it." Yuanye pointed to a few broken wooden boxes covered with straw by the wall, showing embarrassment, "But...except us, who would use them?"

Mo Qinghe was at a loss for words for a moment, stopped in front of the incense table, looked at Yuan Ye, and did not speak.

Hundreds of citizens crowded into the Buddha Hall. Seeing the two of them arguing in low voices, they all calmed down temporarily. Mo Qinghe opened the box containing the guns, inspected more than a dozen rifles, and then called a few comrades to move the box together. On the incense table, the straw poles were lifted up, and the flying dust made people cough. He looked at the room full of old, weak, women and children, and said bravely, "Everyone, listen to me."

"We want to organize a self-defense team, and be responsible for everyone's security with us before the backup team arrives. Everyone here, please stand up if you can use a gun. If you can't, we can teach you."

Yuan Ye gently tugged at the corner of his clothes, and whispered, "Are there any reinforcements?"

Mo Qinghe squeezed through his teeth in a voice that only he could hear: "No, Hu Han died."

His eyelashes were wet with snow, and his eyes were moist and soft: "Men here, if you are of the right age and have no physical problems, please take the initiative to register."

No one answered, the citizens lowered their eyes one by one, afraid of making eye contact with Mo Qinghe, a man moved his shoulders, and was held down by the people beside him.

Mo Qinghe repeated the words again. His voice was clean, young, and quite gentle, like a placebo, calming the fear of the people. They were wrapped in quilts, and they tested the left and right with patient and straight eyes, and fell silent. Waiting for someone to respond first, but the hall has been quiet, Mo Qinghe's ending voice hangs in the air, floating in the pungent pine scent of the Buddhist hall like a cobweb, without further words.

He sighed in his heart, swallowed, and said: "I can't guarantee that there is no danger, but the dangers faced by the soldiers of the national army guarding Hangzhou City are a hundred times more severe than ours, and they may sacrifice their lives. In the safest place."

"I'm not asking everyone to defend the country, I just want you to think about your wives and children next to you, everyone, maybe you have relatives who are desperately fighting on the battlefield, and your safety is their only wish."

Mo Qinghe pressed his hands on the dusty incense table, his palms broke out in cold sweat, but there was still no one to respond. There was more violent artillery fire in the distance, like giant beasts dormant in the mountains. Fine dust fell from the roof, and the people in the room shivered as if being blown by a cold wind.

An old woman showed a mournful expression, grabbed the hand of the nearby woman, and said sadly: "My son is such a young man who was arrested... He went to the front line, and there is no news..."

Her sobbing voice was very low, and the hall was unusually quiet, so her words could clearly penetrate into everyone's ears. Yuanye stood side by side with Mo Qinghe. He was tall and cursed in a low voice: "Damn it!" , these southern barbarians."

Mo Qinghe remained calm, but a sense of disappointment filled his heart. He looked at this group of quiet ordinary people with simple and honest black eyes like pairs of mules and horses, and he couldn't believe that they were such citizens. Those who make wontons, cut clothes, pull carts and farm the fields, were able to risk their lives on the Shanghai battlefield, and fought the Japanese for more than 30 lives.

As he was thinking this way, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd. Mo Qinghe's eyes lit up, and he saw a man stand up hesitantly, and looked around embarrassedly.Someone pulled his arm, and he threw it away. The man's clothes were thin, his face was yellow and thin, and two rows of big yellow teeth were exposed when he opened his mouth. Vine is generally thin and tough.

"I'm a basket weaver, and I've never touched a gun, okay?" The man spoke in a strong local accent, and stepped out through the gaps in the bedroll. He wiped his cloth trousers with his palms, and showed a simple smile.

Mo Qinghe nodded vigorously, the man was encouraged, and turned around to speak a few words to the citizens in dialect. After a while, several men stood up hesitantly. One of them had a young face, a tall figure but not yet fully developed , at most sixteen or seventeen years old, and an old man in his sixties wearing a long gown, with gray hair, crystal glasses, and a goatee.

"Hey, forget it. If you join the team, I have to send someone to take care of you." Mo Qinghe spoke a Beijing accent, and everyone was amused. , the old man is alone against six, that skill, you go and inquire about it..." Before he finished speaking, he was dragged back by a few laughing children around him.

With a few leaders, the few adult men among the refugees got up from all corners, threw off the gentle fetters around them, blocked the tears in the eyes of their wives and children with the kind eyes of animals, and someone screamed strangely: "What a ghost, no matter how big the head of that little Japan is, it's not as tall as my shoulders. I'll try my best not to let them ruin our girl!"

Everyone laughed, and more and more people gathered in front of the incense table. They counted the number of people before and after the field, and their usually serious faces showed joy. At the end of the count, 26 men of suitable age were selected to form a militia team. Strangely, when this group of refugees pulling carts and farming took over the rifles with callused hands, the hesitation and panic in their eyes suddenly faded away. There was a determined look in the middle, making this group of refugees of various heights and ages suddenly look like a well-trained team.

The three comrades who followed Mo Qinghe from Yan'an are all sharpshooters with one enemy against one hundred. Now they have a place to use their skills. They opened up a place in the Buddhist hall and let everyone sit in a futon to form a circle. The candlelight around the statue of Buddha explained carefully how to use the rifle.

Mo Qinghe was leaning against the incense case in a daze. What he said just now made his mouth dry and his heart beating wildly. Shen Piaoping stood beside him, looking at the group of men hidden in the shadow of the prayer flags, thinking Said to Mo Qinghe: "You are right, our country is not in the Nanjing Presidential Palace."

Mo Qinghe sighed, the sigh was light and long, it came from the bottom of his heart, with thousands of thoughts that did not match his age, he seemed a bit old-fashioned.

Chapter 74 Mo Qinghe's jokes, if you change the city of Beiping and don't have any background, you really won't listen to it easily.

Wilderness divided the temporarily organized team into batches and took turns patrolling the forest near the temple. As the sky gradually brightened, the sound of artillery fire under the mountain became closer, more violent and urgent. The temple originally housed an orphanage. , the children stayed up all night and began to turn over and cry restlessly. The adults couldn't fall asleep either. Some young girls began to put away their hairpins and carefully coiled their braids behind their heads, trembling like birds. Snuggled together awaiting the judgment of fate.

Unknowingly, the sound of the guns became quieter, and the sound of the guns became sporadic, but no one felt relaxed. The early morning in the ancient temple was extremely quiet, and the light of dawn was reflected on the window paper, and the wooden window frame was blown frame by the cold winter wind. The sound was louder, adding to the desolation.

I don't know who it was, but he let out a long sigh, and the old voice seemed to be crying: "Hangzhou is gone."

The sorrow and sorrow in this sentence infected the refugees in the Buddhist temple, and also infected the monks. The little novice put incense on the altar and began to chant the mantra of passing away in a low voice, seeing off the dead guarding the city. These refugees, who have never paid attention to current affairs in their lives, suddenly realized at this moment that they are subjugated slaves. From now on, they will face endless hiding and interrogation, and bow to the Japanese on the road. They gathered in small groups by the West Lake, talking about the harvest of tea, eating a bowl of crystal clear lotus root starch and tasting a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

And the gods and Buddhas they have believed in for thousands of years are wearing golden bodies, sitting in the lingering smoke, looking down at the mortal beings under their feet with compassion in their eyes.

This kind of grief spread like a plague, Mo Qinghe looked at the gentle and sad eyes, suddenly had an idea, moved a stool and put it in front of the incense table, and said softly: "Let me sing a song for everyone, Mo Qinghe If you change the city of Beiping and have no background, you won’t be able to listen to it easily.”

People crowded in the broken quilts, their eyes lit up when they heard this sentence.

Mo Qinghe sighed again in her heart, saying that when she was in Beiping City, she was fighting for ostentation, going in and out of the theatre, hugging each other, going to a banquet, and even Master Shen, who wanted to see her alone. I have to wait for three days with a heavy gift, but I never thought that one day this play will be used here. If the patriarch hears it, he doesn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Sitting in front of the altar, Mo Qinghe sang A Dream in the Garden, and suddenly felt that Shen Peinan was simply a disaster on his way of acting. Ever since he met him, he hadn't been able to sing well once, especially now during the war. The conditions were difficult, and it was easy to find a flute master and a girl who could play the pipa from among the refugees, and the tune of Kunqiang rang out leisurely.

The refugees in the temple were attracted by the music, temporarily forgetting the sound of guns and guns outside the window and the smoke of war in Hangzhou City. The children stopped crying, and the elderly, women and children temporarily put aside their worries about their families. They sat up straight and immersed in the emptiness. In the long tune.

Sporadic gunshots and the sound of the monk's magical instruments became the background sound, and the sound of the first-line flute was blown higher and higher, like a sob. Mo Qinghe looked down at the people in the room, and suddenly felt a strange feeling of compassion, from childhood to adulthood The sufferings he has suffered are no longer worth mentioning, and he no longer thinks about the great principles in those books. At this moment, the word country seems so small and so specific. The country is the half-mountain tea garden, streams and markets, friends and family. A small temple, wobbly and turbulent in the artillery fire and killing.

He thought that if Yunyang's soul hadn't gone far, he might be able to find peace in this special hall. He couldn't help singing, and a song that was supposed to be tender and tender suddenly became solemn, and the refugees were aroused. , a mother and daughter cuddled together, the girl was already asleep, the mother wiped her dusty little face with a handkerchief, but tears could not stop from the corners of her eyes, Mo Qinghe didn't want to stop everyone from venting their sorrow, they were helpless Homeless people, no one still remembers Du Liniang, everyone is crying themselves.

The curtain in the back hall moved, and the servants of the Shen family moved out a chair. Mrs. Shen sat down surrounded by three or four servants, leaning on an ebony crutch.She changed into plain black cloth clothes, all the jewelry had been taken off, her back was straightened, she listened to the play attentively, and when she heard the emotional part, she closed her eyes slightly, her bony hands were folded on her knees, the fingers of one hand were on the other Tapping the beat on the back of one hand.

Mo Qinghe was a little nervous, and kept looking at the old lady Shen, but the old lady didn't have the usual intimidating aura, every wrinkle was relaxed by the music, her face was kind and gentle, and she nodded in tune with the tune from time to time.

The melody became more and more sad, the old man opened his eyes a crack, his eyes were crystal clear, a pool of muddy old tears flowed out along the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, Mo Qinghe was startled, the melody became chaotic, Mrs. Shen's expression darkened, She looked at him harshly, but her eyes were kind, as if admonishing a mischievous junior who had made a mistake.

Mo Qinghe smiled at her, the old lady snorted softly, and turned her head away in a pretentious gesture.

However, at the moment when their eyes intertwined, this pair of enemies, one old and one young, suddenly reached a certain kind of tacit understanding in their hearts, and the hostility in their eyes melted unconsciously.

The play continued to be sung one after another, becoming more and more mellow, everyone's anxiety was soothed, and the fatigue of migration and torrents surged up. The adults put the children to sleep, and then fell asleep.The music gradually stopped, and there was a uniform snoring sound in the hall. Occasionally, someone said a few words in sleep, which attracted a lot of turning and soft humming.

The sound of the rumbling guns in the distance has not stopped, but it has lost its previous momentum. There are still sporadic teams fighting in the corner. Shen Piaoping found a clean resting place for Mrs. Shen in the back hall of the main hall, but she herself was sleeping No, she sat on the thick quilt, hugged her knees and listened to the gunshots for a while, then got up and walked to the backyard.

The sky is already bright, the air is dry and cold, there are piles of firewood piled up in the backyard, the door of the kitchen is open, and white gas is coming out, and there are two large iron pots on the stove made of yellow mud, one for boiling hot water and the other for cooking relief. Hot porridge for the refugees, and breakfast would be served in an hour.

The foreign nun in the Jesus Relief Hall was gesticulating and arguing with the monks. The nun’s Chinese was not good, and she couldn’t speak in a hurry. She pointed at the big pot of porridge and yelled at two monks in gray robes in English. The monk couldn't understand, and couldn't get around her, so he responded in Hangzhou dialect with a babble, and the two groups of people stared at each other, sweating from their brows.

Wrapped in a cashmere cloak, Shen Piaoping stood at the door listening for a while, then burst out laughing. It turned out that the nuns were in charge of taking care of the children in the orphanage. There was only fast food in the temple. The nuns thought that the nutrition was not enough, so they asked for canned beef and sausages to be added to the meals. The refugees shared some wine to warm their bodies, but the monk refused to break the Buddhist rules and regulations, so the quarrel broke out.

She stepped forward, speaking fluent English for a while, and Wu Nong's soft language for a while, and persuaded the two groups of people to fight, and finally made these Chinese and foreign monks reach a consensus. The nun calmed down her anger and looked at Shen Piaoping suspiciously. He suddenly recognized her and made a cross on his chest: "Aren't you that Miss Shen who often raises donations for the children? How can you come to a place like the kitchen?"

Shen Piaoping is a Christian, followed by a salute, lifted the lid to stir the hot porridge in the iron pot, and said with a smile: "My family is doing things for refugees, and I should help."

She was wearing a dark purple silk satin cheongsam, and she had a good figure. When she lowered her head, a small heart necklace gently touched her chest. She pushed one side of her hair behind her ear, and threw a small bundle of firewood into the firepit. , Picking up the tongs and poking around, sparks burst out for a while, a large puff of black smoke made her tears flow, and she coughed violently while covering her mouth.

A man's laughter came from behind, very impolite, Shen Piaoping coughed and looked back, only to see a man in a gray cotton military uniform standing outside the door, carrying a rifle, tall and thin, with a sharp-edged face, With a square chin and a little stubble, he was the soldier Yuan Ye brought by Mo Qinghe.

"Miss, don't do it if you don't know how to do it. Do you know what it means to be a disservice?"

Shen Piaoping didn't have a good impression of this man, she only remembered that he always had a dark face, taciturn like the king of Hades, at this moment he was very unhappy to be robbed, so she gave him a look: "You are not patrolling outside, what are you doing here?"

Yuan Ye made an expression of indifference, put a large iron bucket in his hand into the house, and went forward to pick up a melon ladle to scoop water from the pot: "I will not be on the next shift. People outside say they are thirsty." Come get some water."

He filled half of the tin bucket with water, saw Shen Piaoping still squatting in front of the stove, frowned and said, "I said, why are you still making trouble here?"

Shen Piaoping ignored him, covered her nose with one hand, and continued to poke Zaotang with the tongs with the other hand. She accidentally used too much force, and a series of sparks rushed straight at her face. She was so frightened that she threw the tongs and backed away. Ass fell to the ground.

Yuan Ye saw that her face was pale with fright, but she didn't continue to sneer. She put the gun tightly on her back, stepped forward and twisted Shen Piaoping's wrist to pull her up, and said with a sneer, "Miss bourgeois, embroidered pillow, you look good!" useless."

He is an authentic man from the Northwest. He has been in the army for many years, and all he sees are rough old men and revolutionary women with short hair. Shen Piaoping clenched her wrists and sucked in the cool air, stared at herself angrily, shed tears from the pain, she let go of her hand embarrassingly, and said to herself: "Why is it so precious, just move it and it will be like this?"

After finishing speaking, she shook her head helplessly, waved the ladle, scooped up the remaining half of the bucket of water, picked it up and walked outside, just as she stepped out of the threshold, Shen Piaoping stopped in front of him angrily, pointing Pointing his nose and scolding: "Can you tell my aunt again?"

Yuan Ye shrugged, trying to avoid her, not wanting Shen Piaoping to be really angry, taking advantage of his inconvenient movement with the bucket in both hands, he touched his lower back three times and twice, handed over a pistol that was pinned to his belt, and pulled Opening the insurance, she looked around and saw a short tree more than 20 meters away. On the branch of the tree was hung a copper bell used by monks to pray for blessings. She raised her hand and turned to Yuan Ye and said, "If you hit it, Just eat what you just said!"

Before Yuanye could answer, there was a gunshot, and the bell and a piece of red ribbon fell to the ground together. After a clang, Shen Piaoping handed the pistol to Yuanye, gouged him out and left.When the monks heard the movement, they were so scared that they ran out to look, only to see Yuanye standing there stupidly holding a hot water bucket that was constantly steaming.

He didn't pay attention to how the bell fell, but felt that when the beautiful girl with high nose bridge and big eyes approached him, a very faint fragrance wafted from her hair. Plopping, blushing unconsciously.

This little episode did not disturb Shen Piaoping, she returned to the Buddhist hall, looked at the refugees sleeping all over the floor, and quickly forgot the young soldier who was not polite just now, so she waited for Yuan Ye to catch up with her with a blushing face, stammering When asking her for help, she readily took the melons in the bucket.

The windows of the Buddhist hall were covered with curtains by the monks. The thick cloth curtains intertwined with cinnabar and purple filtered the sunlight into a dull muddy gold. Four large charcoal basins in the middle of the living room dispelled the cold, making this temporary place The shelter is more suitable for living. Everyone fell asleep peacefully. In the narrow aisle adjacent to the bedding, Shen Piaoping and Yuanye walked lightly, and saw a child kicking off the quilt in their sleep. As soon as he tucked in the quilt, he saw someone open his eyes, so he squatted down and asked in a very low voice: "Are you thirsty? I just boiled hot water."

Shen Piaoping found Mo Qinghe who was curled up in a corner of the main hall, and did not leave, watching him quietly from the side.

She met Mo Qinghe last year. At that time, in her eyes, he was just a famous actor with a handsome appearance and a clear singing voice. His speech and behavior were a bit artificial, and his temper was not necessarily gentle.She didn't know what the third brother liked in him. In her impression, the third brother was always open to comers and actors, but he had a tricky taste. No matter male or female, he threw it away after two days of freshness, but she didn't mind it. It occurred to me that this famous actress in the capital who had caused countless gossips with him would not only allow the youngest son of the Shen family to protect him in front of all the guests, but even a year later, he broke into the living room of the Shen family openly and said that he was a Communist .

She didn't know which song the third brother sang together with the little actor, or even the third brother didn't know which song he was singing.

She looked at Mo Qinghe seriously, his sleeping posture was also different from others, he was almost sitting half-sitting, with his back leaning against the wall, his head hanging down, as if he was about to wake up at any time, although he was in a state of embarrassment, carefully Looking at him, he is still a handsome and charming young man, with narrow shoulders and not too tall, with well-proportioned and slender limbs, thick eyelashes like two small hands closing his eyes, which makes him look melancholy, but when he opens his eyes, he His eyes are always full of hope.

Seeing that Mo Qinghe's quilt had slipped to her chest, she gently pulled it up for him, not wanting Mo Qinghe to sleep lightly, so she immediately opened her eyes, saw her, and smiled shyly.

Afraid of waking up the people around him, Shen Piaoping made a silent gesture to him, and handed him a bowl of hot water. Mo Qinghe was so thirsty that his throat was smoking, and the water was hot, so he held it with both hands. bowl, sipping it one mouthful at a time, inhaling hotly while drinking.Shen Piaoping looked at him and smiled, feeling that this actress had no airs at all, and was as cute as a kitten.

She didn't expect that there were people in the theater who valued love and affection, and they valued him a lot. She felt that although he was a man, he was much better than the women raised by her elder brother. When they heard that the Shen family didn't plan to go abroad, they all ran away. Yes, I even ordered my brother to do it outside.