Costume Mountains and Rivers

Mo Liuchu's first game of cards was not played with Mo Qinghe. He had just sat down at the coffee table when the sound of mahjong on the other table stopped suddenly. He knocked on the table of the two of them with his fingers, and leaned boldly on Mo Liuchu's shoulder.

She was wearing a Western-style tulle top, and she leaned slightly, with two plump lumps of tender flesh tightly squeezed together.The woman smelled fragrant, but she was not really young. She had sleepy eyes with thick eyelids and slightly drooping corners of her eyes. Her fluffy curly hair covered her face, giving her a kind of lazy charm. She leaned against Mo Liuchu and looked at Mo Qing He winked.

"Jin Ye, there is a new guest, don't you want to introduce him?"

Mo Qinghe smiled slightly, looking like a veteran, but she was really surprised in her heart. Mo Liuchu raised her hand and patted the woman's face without any surprise, and said with a smile: "My little friend is innocent, you Don't spoil him."

Then he put his arms around her shoulders, stretched out two fingers, and pulled out a small oil paper bag from between a pair of plump breasts as if by magic, opened it to check the color, made a waiting gesture to Mo Qinghe, and stood up. He went to the opposite table and took the seat vacated by the woman.

Mo Qinghe looked at his senior brother's slender hands skillfully touching the mahjong tiles, and heard him talking and laughing loudly with his friends. He just felt that Mo Liuchu was so strange at this time, just like the tall and handsome man in blue silk shirt in his memory. The upright progressive young man was not the same at all, and he couldn't believe it. He and this modern man who was drinking brandy and making fun of the lady in front of him had sung husband and wife together on stage, made vows together, and sang together in the afterglow of the Summer Palace. Secretly live a lifetime.

He was in a daze, but Mo Liuchu sat back across from him again, unabashedly putting the square paper parcel he had just obtained into his leather bag, seeing Mo Qinghe in a daze, took a puff of cigarette, and explained with a smile Said: "The medicines in the occupied areas are controlled by the Japanese, and morphine is hard to get. It requires a strong relationship."

He looked at Mo Qinghe affectionately, as if the other party was still a young man with no experience in the world, and said: "It's been a long time since I played cards with you, should I follow the rules when I was a child?"

Finally, Mo Qinghe couldn't bear it any longer, she suddenly pressed Mo Liuchu's hand, her fingertips touched his astonishingly thin wrist, she couldn't help but tremble in her heart: "Brother, tell me you haven't, you haven't touched those things, you haven't done it for the Japanese!" did something!"

Mo Liuchu laughed nonchalantly: "Japanese? What are the Japanese? What are the Chinese? I'm only doing things for myself now."

"Ever since you broke up with me and followed the man surnamed Shen with all your heart, I have understood one thing. All beliefs are false, and only money is real. If senior brother had half the power of Shen Peinan back then, you wouldn't... "Mo Liuchu fiddled with the cards for a while, and raised his slender eyes, "At that time, in your heart, maybe even Yun Yang was more important than my senior brother?"

"Enough." Mo Qinghe pressed both hands on the table, and couldn't help shivering all over her body, "I misread you, and you also misread me."

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Liuchu interrupted him impatiently: "Misunderstanding?"

He suddenly let go, threw a large handful of poker cards on the table, and suddenly rolled up his sleeves, exposing the dense purple pinholes on his upper arm, and raised his arm in front of Mo Qinghe's face.Realizing his gaffe, he adjusted his expression slightly, and said with a hey smile: "Do you still remember the Japanese lieutenant general we killed together? I didn't expect to save a life, Mizutani Kuichi..."

Mo Liuchu admired the large and hideous wound: "He found me, tied me up with a rope for three days, beat and kicked me every day, and left a little souvenir before he left, making my life worse than death every day, In order to keep you, you lived like animals... What were you doing at that time? You were flirting with your Brother Shen, right here in Hangzhou City!"

Mo Qinghe was like a thunderbolt, and he could hardly believe his ears. He held the hand of his stroking senior brother, and gently pressed his cheek against the arm muscle that had been hardened and atrophied by needle injections for a long time, but Mo Liuchu recovered quickly. Calm, withdrew his arm, waved his hand, and said: "It's all over, Shaoxuan, I know you won't betray the organization easily, tell me, what do you want when you come here?"

Mo Qinghe was silent for a moment, put the suitcase at hand on the table, opened it slightly to reveal the neatly stacked gold bars inside, and said firmly in a low voice, "Send us out of the city."

He hesitated for a moment, and added: "I can do whatever it takes."

When Mo Liuchu heard him say this, he seemed to hear a fresh joke, and let out a series of laughs. When he saw Mo Qinghe's serious expression at this time, he stretched out his hand with great interest, and took off the camouflage mask. Round glasses, kneading his lips with fingertips.

Mo Liuchu's fingers were cold, and Mo Qinghe shuddered for a while. Without the barrier of two lenses, he was exposed to the cold vision of his senior brother, as if he had been stripped naked, and goose bumps appeared on his neck.A strange light flashed in Mo Liuchu's eyes, he closed the buckle of the suitcase with a click, pushed the suitcase back to Mo Qinghe, and simply said: "I have enough money, I don't need it."

"I'll give you two options, either help me get the military deployment of the national army in Chongqing, or follow me to Dongyang."

Mo Qinghe stared at him blankly, the guilt that surged just now disappeared in an instant, his eyes showed all kinds of emotions, anger, disappointment, and hatred, but he didn't say a word, got up and took the box, and strode out.

Mo Liuchu was still playing with the poker cards on the table, and the woman at the next table came over, leaned on the back of the chair, put her arms around his neck, lowered her head and kissed the top of his hair, jokingly said: " Darling, your little friend is angry."

Mo Liuchu gave a hum, and only then showed a little helplessness. He was very tired after talking for a long time, his pale face seemed to have been drained of the last blood, and said lightly: "He is still such a muscle, when he goes I’m always worried that I’ll suffer in the end.”

The woman sighed, and sat beside him, like a mother hugging a child, hugging Mo Liuchu's head into her arms, her fingers gently stroking his sunken cheeks, and sighed: "Then you can go." .”

The cold winter wind made people shiver, and there was no one on the street. The white walls on both sides of the road were plastered with slogans welcoming the Japanese army into the city, destroying the beautiful European atmosphere of the road. He wanted to hail a rickshaw, but he found that there was no one nearby—since the Japanese army entered the city, hooligans ran rampant, and decent people stayed behind closed doors everywhere. It was a depressing scene.

The more he walked, the more he felt annoyed, and he was unwilling to believe the ending. The person he spent three days waiting for turned out to be Mo Liuchu, and Mo Liuchu was no longer the person he remembered. Mo Qinghe recalled last year When I secretly met my senior at Peking University, I just felt that fate is a carving knife, which can change people into anything you can never imagine.

Then he remembered the mission and regretted his recklessness.

If he still has a way, he will not return to the mahjong hall anyway, but the fact is that he has no choice, Mo Qinghe turned around on the spot, walked back, and bit the bullet to figure out how to negotiate terms with the current Mo Liuchu , if you really have nowhere to go...

He had just turned back to the path in front of the mahjong parlor, and saw Mo Liuchu walking towards him, lowering the brim of his hat, walking very fast, and did not slow down when passing by, bumping into Mo Qinghe heavily with his shoulder All of a sudden, at the moment of staggering, Mo Qinghe felt something was stuffed into the palm of his hand.

Looking down, it was a small piece of paper folded into a square, with an unfamiliar address written on the back, and a scribbled sentence on the front, addressed to a person named Boss Yu. The truck transports the goods, and returns to Yunyun within a day after leaving the city. There are two characters signed on the lower right corner: Lao Jin.

According to the principle of secret agents handing over information, Mo Qinghe knew that he shouldn't turn his head, but he saw Mo Liuchu suddenly stop in his footsteps from the corner of his eye, and he also stood still. It fell and fell on the clean stone road, and a slight click could be heard.Mo Liuchu looked at him, moved his lips, and said in a voice almost whispering: "Go, it's useless if you're late."

He stood upright, still retaining the habit of being on the stage, but his body was too thin, his shoulders became a "one", and his suit seemed to be worn on a paper frame.Seeing suspicion in Mo Qinghe's eyes, Mo Liuchu smiled wryly and said, "You just don't believe that no matter what senior brother does, it won't be to harm you."

"What happened last year, brother, I'm sorry..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Qinghe hurriedly took a step forward and bumped into Mo Liuchu's arms like when he was a child. He hugged his paper-thin body distressedly and murmured: "Stop talking, I understand." .”

Mo Liuchu's figure disappeared at the corner of the street. Mo Qinghe stood under a street lamp and watched quietly. The breath exhaled from his chest was hot, but his eyes were dry. life.

Then I thought of the gongs, drums and theater costumes many years ago, and the brothers who were playing together, Liu Chu, him, and Yun Yang, three silly boys with shaved heads, lined up in a row against the wall and practiced handstands, and then the memory disappeared. It was blurred, and there was only a large empty courtyard left. The door of Zhu Hong was locked. He was wearing a thin torn gown, standing outside alone, looking up at the icy blue sky in winter.

Mo Qinghe said in her heart, Brother Chen, thanks to you, I finally have nothing in this world.

Mo Liuchu's note said that Boss Yu was a cheerful man with a loud voice, which was different from what Mo Qinghe had guessed. When it came to Lao Jin in the mahjong parlor, the boss called him a traitor and almost closed the door in front of him. However, knowing Mo Qinghe's purpose, he rubbed a pair of rough hands, his face flushed with excitement.

Boss Yu is an underground party lurking in Hangzhou City. He has been transporting seafood between Shanghai and Hangzhou. After the Japanese invaded the city, he cut off the communication line according to the order of the organization. He wholeheartedly served the imperial army. Baskets of fresh crabs and raw fish bought off the new government in the city, and also paid enough bribes to the puppet troops defending the city.

Mrs. Shen and the others were sent out of the city overnight, curled up in a fish basket. When they arrived at the Shanghai pier, the setting sun cast a golden afterglow on the sea, and the passenger ship bound for San Francisco was preparing to set sail.

Mo Qinghe got out of the car with three other comrades from Yan'an in the suburbs. Because of time constraints, he didn't have time to say goodbye to the elders and children of the Shen family who were hiding in the truck. When the sound of the truck's engine disappeared into the night, the four The talent let out a sigh of relief.

The wild grass in the outskirts is desolate, and a winding path is hidden in the dense woods.

With a gun on his back, Yuanye stared blankly at the direction the truck was leaving.

Mo Qinghe let out a breath of white air, patted him on the shoulder, and persuaded him: "Let's go, don't read any more."

Yuan Ye said nothing, with a gloomy face, and gestured to the other two comrades to go, but no one moved, only heard a rustling sound from the weeds on the side of the path, and a pair of white hands parted the bushes, pointing The sharp Koudan was worn mottled, Shen Piaoping poked her head out, looked left and right, jumped up the path vigorously, and patted the dust off her calves vigorously.

"America is so boring, take me to Yan'an." She said confidently, then tore off the golden cross around her neck, and stuffed it into Mo Qinghe's hands, "God has abandoned us when we were in the tea garden, maybe there is a new one in Yan'an. s things."

This sudden turn of events stunned the four of them. You looked at me, I looked at you, and they questioned each other for a while. However, when the truck stopped, everyone was in a state of extreme tension. No one paid attention to whether someone jumped out of the truck. out.Yuanye's face was flushed red, and Mo Qinghe was also surprised. She spread her hands helplessly for a while, and said, "Take her with you, Yuanye, you are responsible for her safety."

After speaking, he leaned over to Yuanye, and said in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them: "The rest is up to you."

Yuanye looked ahead, raised the corner of his mouth, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't worry."

A group of five people took advantage of the darkness and walked towards the nearest traffic point. Behind them, a huge and arduous war that lasted for eight years was slowly unfolded in the most tragic and passionate way during this year. In the prologue, some people who thought they could be with each other for life were gradually forgotten by history, and some people who thought they would forget each other in the rivers and lakes, but with the pace of war, they were pushed onto the stage of fate again.