Costume Mountains and Rivers

An elderly soldier sighed, "The girls from this city are more watery than the mother-in-law at home. If I were still farming at home, how would I know that there are such beautiful ladies in the world?"

A soldier next to him pushed him vigorously, and answered in a local accent: "Yesterday you said that country women can work, so they are good at giving birth."

"You know nothing." The man said nonchalantly, "Naturally, it depends on the lady in the city. You have to marry a girl from your hometown. The knowledge of female students is too great, we are not so lucky."

After speaking, he glanced at the nurse who was pouring water with a smile, and deliberately smacked his mouth with his tongue.

Everyone was happy, and pushed him: "Shut up, change the medicine later, don't howl like killing a pig."

Shen Peinan was sitting in the middle, listening to everyone chatting in Beijing dialect mixed with local dialects, but he didn't stop these obscene jokes, and interjected: "It's interesting, when you become a regiment leader, what girl Student, miss, just tell me which one you like, and I will match you personally."

"You all heard it, you all heard it! This is what our master said!" The man's head was wrapped in gauze, his eyes widened, and he shouted solemnly, "I will kill a few more little devils!"

"Stop dreaming, when you become the commander, maybe the teacher will send you some Japanese girls!" The crowd booed again, the soldier was not convinced, and kept mumbling why he couldn't be the commander , talking and talking, suddenly stared at Shen Peinan, snorted, and said to everyone: "You tell me, how beautiful is the woman we married with the courage and looks of our teacher? Surely she looks like a fairy?"

Everyone was attracted by this sentence, and screamed again, urging Shen Peinan to open their eyes, Shen Peinan's brows were stretched out, and he smiled: "Fart your mother, I'm a bachelor, where is the woman?" .”

He hadn't finished speaking yet, seeing the heated atmosphere, a young guard also forgot the rules, and said to everyone: "Who said that? There is a photo of his mother-in-law in the wallet of our teacher!"

Everyone was blown up when they heard it, and they all clamored to see it. Shen Peinan saw that the posture was wrong, scolded the little bastard, and pulled out Sun Jicheng to ask him to clarify for himself. Sun Jicheng is also a shameless person. On the contrary, he kept nodding, and everyone booed and applauded. Shen Peinan was so entangled that he took out his wallet and threw it to everyone. Boy, he still carries a bag to school, so handsome."

Shen Peinan patted Sun Jicheng on the head, pulled back his wallet, and said, "This is my younger brother."

A wounded man looked at Shen Peinan's well-defined facial features suspiciously, shook his head and said, "It doesn't look like it to me."

Shen Peinan suppressed a smile, and glared at him: "Why, am I not as decent as him?"

"Of course it's not..." Before the man finished speaking, a soldier answered, "You guys are ignorant, rich people marry several wives, and it's common for brothers and sisters to look alike. .”

Shen Peinan smiled and listened to him, looked down at the portrait in his wallet, and Mo Qinghe appeared in front of his eyes—running out of the car, carrying his school bag, with a smile in his eyes, calling Brother Shen rushed over, always acting like a childish child.

He laughed after thinking about it, a gentle expression that he didn't notice overflowed from his eyes, and even the fine lines at the corners of his eyes softened. He stuffed the wallet back into his jacket pocket and said seriously: "Stop guessing here, My dear brother, born to a mother."

Sun Jicheng knew the past between him and Mo Qinghe. Hearing what he said, he glanced at him with all his thoughts. Shen Peinan didn't speak. He was also a little strange. Whenever he thought of Mo Qinghe's betrayal, he should have hated him Into the bone, but always can't get angry, about day after day of war and bloodshed has already made people forget the unbearable past, when recalling, only the tender part is left, stored in the wallet, it has become a frozen image of the past, Accompany him in another way.

Sun Jicheng touched Shen Peinan lightly amidst the laughter of the crowd, and said in a low voice: "Master, do you really not read the letters sent by Xiao He Yeer?"

Shen Peinan's smile faded, and he said lightly: "You keep it, if you keep it to take up space, it will all be burned."

"Master is so soft-hearted, we are now licking blood with the tip of a knife every day, and I don't know where Xiao Heye is drinking tea and dancing to enjoy the happiness..."

Shen Peinan snorted coldly from his nose, and Sun Jicheng didn't dare to answer when he saw that his expression was not good.

Everyone was diverted from the topic by the portrait in Shen Peinan's wallet, and no longer discussed whether to marry a lady from the city or a woman from the country. They all talked about the rice fields in their hometown and the girl next door picking tea. The bloody man who was injured, with his hands wrapped around his head, endured the pain of the wound, recalling together the gentle hometown called Jiangnan behind the gunfire and gunpowder smoke, thinking of his mother's gentle hands, the voice of talking and laughing became lower and lower, and finally returned to There was a sad silence, and the soldier with the head injury heaved a long sigh, and said: "I also have an older brother in my family who wants to join the army to fight the Japanese. I am reluctant, so I came here for him. I didn't know he was at home." how have you been……"

He sighed deeply and long, which immediately aroused everyone's sadness. A 17-year-old soldier turned his head and looked out of the window. Only his eyes were still clear on his ashen face, with a little sparkle. of water light.

Shen Peinan would never allow such a situation in the usual situation, but now the morale of the entire army has been depressed by the defeat from Shanghai. He was silent for a while, clapped his hands vigorously, and said in a rough voice: "A bunch of soft bones are worthy of saying They are the soldiers I brought out, and if they are injured, they look like girls, they just lost Nanjing and Shanghai, and they all healed up and returned to the team quickly, let's fight back to our hometown!"

After he finished speaking, he tightened the cloak on his body, stood up abruptly, and said: "When I return to Nanjing, I will give you a beautiful little lady for everyone who has made meritorious service in the war."

Everyone couldn't help laughing, and when they finished laughing, they swept away the depression just now, and responded loudly: "Let's follow the teacher's seat and fight back to Nanjing!"

The sky was getting dark, and there was a hazy drizzle. A large copper pot was set up in the makeshift kitchen, and the soup in the pot was bubbling. The troops were stationed in the field, and the cook could not buy seasonal vegetables, so he could only use a pot The pickled vegetable soup without oil and water is just enough. The soldiers put the pounded rice into the pot and eat the rice with the pickled vegetable soup in the bowl. This is already the best food that the division has obtained through various relationships. It is eaten twice a day. Every meal is two or three, and marching consumes a lot of energy. This amount of food is far from enough for the soldiers, and the officials in charge of purchasing deduct money. There are stones and sand in the army rations. He spat out rice grains with a bawling face.

In Chashan, Hangzhou, a hundred miles away, a team of more than ten people is also running back and forth under the blockade of the Japanese to solve the food supply for the refugees.

Night shrouded the silent hills. On a snowy night, the sky was blue and the sky was full of stars. Mo Qinghe led the team silently dormant in the shadow of the woods. At this time, they were already very close to the warehouse of the Jesus Almshouse. , Mo Qinghe took out an incomprehensible road map drawn by the monks in the temple, and tried to find out the direction by the moonlight.

An unknown night bird hid in the forest and squeaked. The snow from the previous night had not completely melted, and large flakes of snow mixed with icy slags fell from the top of the tree to the top of the person's head, making the person shiver suddenly. On the neck, Mo Qinghe held the gun and controlled the pace of breathing to prevent the exhaled white air from obstructing the line of sight.

There were rustling footsteps behind him. Looking back, it was Yuan Ye who came with five or six citizens from the small road to meet him. Mo Qinghe gestured to him to follow him. A girl in a cotton robe and flat embroidered shoes flashed out from behind him, and after a closer look, she turned out to be Shen Piaoping who had changed into a cheongsam.

Mo Qinghe opened her mouth wide in surprise: "Why did you bring her here?"

The wild cat walked around to Mo Qinghe's waist, sat with his back against a piece of soil, and blushed before he could speak. He was originally capable and reticent, but he tended to be dull when dealing with women, and stammered: "I, I can't stop her, she said she knows how to use guns."

Shen Piaoping had neat short hair, and the strands of her hair were blown by the night wind. She glanced coldly at Yuan Ye, but did not speak.

Mo Qinghe got angry in a hurry, and pushed Shen Piaoping's shoulder: "It's too dangerous, is this just a joke?"

Shen Piaoping's gaze was very cold, not only didn't step back, but also took a step forward, saying: "Stop talking nonsense, people in our family are not afraid of death."

"You are the young lady of the Shen family, I have the responsibility to protect your safety..."

Before Mo Qinghe finished speaking, Shen Piaoping turned around and interrupted him: "Aren't you just an opera singer?"

Mo Qinghe was choked speechless, shook his head involuntarily, feeling that the impulsiveness and capriciousness of this great lady was quite similar to his own style back then, he untied a pistol from his waist and handed it to her, signaling her to silence with his eyes , a group of people walked towards the back mountain along the swaying tree shadow.

They discovered something was wrong on the way to transport food back to the temple. The midnight moonlight covered the ground like rotten silver. The rocks in the mountains and the vines with fine fluff were reflected by the moonlight into shining jade carvings. Everyone carried them on their shoulders. Carrying a bag of corn, stepping on the fine frost and snow water, he turned back along the stone road that had been in disrepair. When he passed a Longjing tea plantation, Yuanye suddenly stopped, grabbed Mo Qinghe, and walked vigilantly towards the mountain forest to the east. look away.

Mo Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and immediately sensed the danger. He heard the faint sound of chaotic footsteps coming from the depths of the woods, far away, and the group did not hide their whereabouts, talking and laughing loudly while walking.He only listened for a while, and he judged that the group of people were wearing uniform thick-soled cowhide military boots, and the words were not dialects or foreign languages, but authentic Japanese.

He and Shen Peinan had heard it many times when they lived together, and they would never go wrong. What they met was a group of Japanese soldiers breaking into the mountains.

The sound was getting closer and closer, Mo Qinghe's scalp went numb, his whole body seemed to be electrified, and his blood rushed to the top of his head like a frightened elk. He jumped up like a frightened elk, turned back almost at the same time as Yuan Ye, and gestured for everyone to find cover The location, however, was very unfavorable. Their location was next to the tea plantation, and it was tidy and flat. Except for a fence covered with dead vines and some low Longjing tea canopies, there was no place for people to hide.

"Get down, get down!" He mouthed the order silently, "No one is allowed to move without an order!"

Mo Qinghe led the crowd to lie down against the base of the fence, with the soft straw stacks against his face, he heard the heart beating violently in his chest, Yuan Ye lay beside him, his eyelids slightly narrowed, his expression vigilant and sharp like an eagle .Shen Piaoping's face was flushed red, and quickly lost its color again. Her eyes were rounded, her shoulders were trembling, Mo Qinghe ignored the restrictions of men and women, held her cold hand, and said in the lowest voice: "Shut up, Breathe through your nose, and if the timing is right, I will send someone to cover your retreat and go back to the temple to inform everyone to hide."

Shen Piaoping didn't pay attention to his offense, she tightened her pale lips and nodded vigorously.

The sound of chaotic footsteps got closer, and it could be heard that there were a lot of people, at least far beyond here, Yuan Ye listened patiently for a while, and cursed: "Damn, who knows what these devils are talking about? "

Mo Qinghe shook her head, looked sideways at Fourth Miss Shen, and Shen Piaoping also shook her head.

"If you can't hide, just shoot, you have to fight hard." Mo Qinghe said with a wry smile.

The moonlight reflected the tea garden like daytime, and after a while, short figures in khaki military uniforms appeared from the opposite woods. Mo Qinghe held the straw in both hands, his palms were sweating nervously, and he was silent in his heart. Counting the number of opponents, squinting his eyes to see their weapons and equipment clearly, just as he was concentrating on the east side, Shen Piaoping suddenly let out a suppressed low cry, and then grabbed Mo Qinghe's wrist forcefully, pointing fingers firmly The tea garden in front of you.

Mo Qinghe was terrified by her actions, but looking in the direction of her finger, he was completely stunned.

I saw a slender figure not far from them among the row upon row of Longjing tea canopies under the melting moonlight, wearing a white cheongsam and white leather shoes, with a thin silver pendant on his wrist. Bracelet, holding a handkerchief in his hand, stroking the branches covered with residual snow, walking and staying like a ghost that haunts midnight.

He hoped that this was a ghost in a play, but when the young woman turned around and Mo Qinghe saw her side face clearly, his last hope was shattered. The woman's figure and a pair of misty eyes , It reminded him quickly of an old friend who lived in a hermit tea garden that he visited with Shen Peinan last year.

"She is the...that girlfriend..." Shen Piaoping's nails dug into the back of Mo Qinghe's hand, and she stared at him in horror. Before her words fell, Mo Qinghe cursed in her heart , sighed helplessly.

He recognized who it was, it was the lady who was not as romantic as her in foreign poetry, Lu Wanyi.