Costume Mountains and Rivers

In the early summer of the 33rd year of the Republic of China, Yan'an.

Since the beginning of the year, the Yan Xishan Department of the Kuomintang in the north provoked some troubles, and the situation of the Kuomintang and the Communist Party joining forces has become quite delicate. On the surface, everyone fought vigorously against the Japanese, but secretly, small-scale conflicts and confrontations occurred from time to time. Holding back a lot of energy, Yan'an City, the heart of the CCP's anti-Japanese war, held meetings one after another, and the instructions issued were very simple: do your best to fight the Japanese army, and endure the provocations of the Kuomintang army as long as you can. At the same time, continue to expand the base area and expand the army for the future. Double to several times to prepare.

When the progressive young people in Yan'an were discussing in private, they didn't have much hope for the peace talks between the two parties. But when they mentioned the Anti-Japanese War, although everyone was so hungry, their eyes were shining, and they waved a pair of rough hands that used to hold pens, but now cultivated fields. Generous statement - seven years, the Japanese can hardly bear it anymore.

However, before the victorious spirit since the beginning of spring lasted for too long, the Japanese army began to chase and intercept the Kuomintang army almost frantically in order to save their repeated defeats in the Pacific battlefield. Yan'an was dumbfounded. Everyone knew clearly in their hearts that the lightheartedness that had just appeared on everyone's face quickly turned serious.

After seven years, not only the Japanese army could not bear it, but China was also riddled with holes, and there was no family to fight for.

The haze of war once again shrouded every soldier in the revolutionary base, but Mo Shaoxuan, who had just returned from the front line, didn't have the time to think about it. A soldier should care.

However, there is another thing that distracts the current leader Mo.

He is getting married.

Mo Qinghe, the famous actress in the past, and now Mo Shaoxuan, the head of the [-]st Regiment of the Eighth Route Army, sat in the new house lent to him by his fellow villagers, wearing a gray cloth military uniform with patches, looking at the newly pasted windows and starched The clean sheets gave rise to the exclamation shared by some veterans who have been on the battlefield for many years.Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, he looked happily at the red curtain hanging by the door, and praised himself in his heart with an authentic old Beijing accent, the master is married, and the man is finally going to have a daughter-in-law!

He is already a 27-year-old soldier. He looked small at first, but now he has added age and experience. It is the most charming time for a man, and he is the most handsome man in the team.His straight face was tanned to a wheat color, his nose was straight, his limbs were strong, and his eyelashes were still too dense, which set off his dark eyes very affectionately, which made him a little annoyed. The longer he got, the more he gave up, keeping a good appearance for the brothers to laugh at.

Fortunately, with his desperate drive and courage, no one can associate the current him with the famous actress who was full of jewels and emeralds many years ago.

This is when I was in front of people, and when I was carrying people behind my back, I felt a little regretful when I remembered that my life since I was a child was completely abandoned, so whenever I encountered extremely happy things, such as winning a big battle or getting a wife, Head Mo still likes to secretly sing a few lines.

He glanced out of the window, cleared his throat seriously, gently stroked the swaying old wooden table with one hand, and put an orchid finger on his chest with the other hand, gently sent his hand to his side, and walked two steps in small steps. circle, and hummed a piece of "Yu Qingsi".

While humming, he secretly laughed in his heart, sang a few lines and then stopped suddenly, thinking that in the future, he would not let his daughter-in-law see this.

Thinking of this in his heart, he hurried to the bedside, put his two long legs together, and sat upright, but felt a bit feminine, and his knees were slightly separated, and then separated again. In the first 20 years of his life, he was used to the accent. Even when I was nervous, I still showed my secrets, no matter how I sat, I felt uncomfortable.

The loudspeaker outside was playing a military song, the sound was loud and inspiring, the radio wave was unstable, and it sounded like chi chi la la la. He pushed open the window and leaned over to look out, only to see the sun was shining brightly, and a tree that harvested fruit did not know what to do. What diseases and insect pests, the leaves are yellow and weak by moth, and the leaves full of holes are rattled by the wind.

Walking under the tree was a beautiful woman in military uniform, with short hair around her ears, bright eyes and white teeth, and a slender figure. Upon closer inspection, she found that her belly was slightly bulging. She looked like she was three or four months pregnant, with some butterfly spots on her cheeks. Also holding a four or five-year-old boy doll.The boy did not look like his mother, the woman walked with her head held high, her eyes were arrogant and open, she vaguely retained the looks of the eldest lady of the Shen family, but added some charm of being a married woman, while the boy was a little more delicate , with a fair and clean melon face, clutching her mother's hand tightly, hiding behind shyly.

Mo Qinghe grinned, and hurried out to greet him. The boy led by the woman saw him, pursed his mouth shyly and happily, called Uncle Shaoxuan in a childish voice, let go of his mother's hand and ran away Coming over, Mo Qinghe picked him up, kissed his small face twice, and said with a smile: "A Yi has grown taller again, do you still remember Uncle?"

The little boy put his arms around Mo Qinghe's neck, stared at him, shook his head, then nodded.Mo Qinghe looked at Shen Piaoping with a smile: "Miss, you are still so beautiful."

As he spoke, he looked behind her: "Brother Yuan didn't come? I saw him teaching Little Huzi how to use a gun this morning."

"I was called to a meeting again, and I don't know where there are so many meetings." Shen Piaoping said, and patted the boy's little butt, "How did you teach you at home?"

The boy was very embarrassed, buried his face in Mo Qinghe's neck, and moved around like a twisted candy. After a while, he turned his face away, blinked a pair of clear black eyes, and spit out a string of foreign characters .Mo Qinghe let out a puzzled face, Shen Piaoping was happy, touched the boy's head, and said, "I'm teaching Yi'er French, and he said that uncle is welcome to come back."

Mo Qinghe praised a few words, then welcomed the mother and son into the room, picked up the pot on the table, rinsed the enamel jar, poured half a cup of hot water and handed it to Shen Piaoping, who held the cup and cleaned the room. After looking at the clean farmhouse, his expression became a bit complicated when he saw the red curtain hanging on the door of the inner room.

Sitting on the hard wooden bed, she suppressed her smile and asked in a low voice, "Are you really planning to get married?"

"There is still a war on the front line. The organization made a special trip to bring me back for this matter. It must be right." Mo Qinghe gave a soft beep, pinched A Yi Baishengsheng's little face, raised her head and said with a smile: "You You and Yuan Ye have two children, and seeing the third one is about to fall, why are you allowed to have a deep love as husband and wife, and not allow me to solve personal problems?"

As he spoke, he called out to the door for a guard, a soldier with a gun on his back rushed in immediately, stood still and gave a military salute, Mo Qinghe ordered him to buy some vegetables and peanuts to cook for the guests, and then buy half a catty of liquor , then happily glanced at his watch, then glanced out of the window, and said to Shen Piaoping: "The girl will come over in a while, I heard that she is also a lesbian from your translation department, surnamed Wang, after Brother Yuan finishes the meeting, you Call him, let's have a meal together, and help me as a staff officer by the way."

Shen Piaoping saw that he was sincere and frank, and there was no pretense. She was silent for a while, and said lightly: "The Translation Department is a top-secret department. Xiao Wang is beautiful, well-educated, and has a good temper. you."

"I still hope you think about it again..." She hesitated to speak, called A Yi from Mo Qinghe's side, took out a piece of rock candy wrapped in cellophane, stuffed it into his hand, and said to go out to play by herself.Ah Yi liked this soft-spoken uncle the most since she was a child, and she couldn't make enough affection by pulling at the hem of his clothes, so she had to take the candy and reluctantly left.

The sun in the northwest is sultry, and it shines in from the windows unobstructed, casting a square sun on the ground, making the corners of the room look extraordinarily dark, the walls are papered with yellow mud, and the position near the bed is cracked There is a big slit, and when you pull it with your hand, the dirt will fall straight down.Shen Piaoping walked around the room twice, and before she could speak, Mo Qinghe laughed firstly and said, "The conditions are a bit poor, but it's much better than sleeping in a graveyard deep in the mountains and old forests, and I have to thank our fellow villagers."

He pointed to a large wall above the bed, and gestured: "If the girl agrees to marry me, she can paste a big red happy letter here, and the windows should also be pasted with window grilles, white paper and red lettering, which looks festive and bright."

Shen Piaoping has a straightforward personality. She couldn't see any other emotions from Mo Qinghe's deep black eyes. She finally lost the patience to play riddles. When she walked up to him, she suddenly stretched out her hand and pulled out a piece of faded hair from his collar. Mo Qinghe reacted quickly, pushed her hand away, tightly clutched the ring that was warmed by her body through her clothes, and lowered her head stubbornly.

Shen Piaoping pulled hard, and he clenched even tighter. The two of them were in a stalemate. The soldiers' military songs and drills could be faintly heard outside the window. They were full of prosperity. With a pleading expression, he said in a low voice: "Sister, don't mention him anymore."

Shen Piaoping couldn't bear it, let go of her hand, and sat down beside him: "Wait a little longer."

Mo Qinghe was a little dazed, and said: "A few years ago, he wrote back, saying he didn't want me anymore..."

"I don't believe the third brother would say such a thing."

"It's been so many years, so it doesn't matter if I didn't say anything." Mo Qinghe turned to look out the window, her gaze stretched aimlessly, she was in a daze for a while, and soon returned to her usual calm and composed look, carrying Holding the kettle, I added some water to Shen Piaoping's enamel cup, and said with a smile, "I won't talk about Chen Guzi's rotten sesame seeds. I really want to be a family. Apart from the hail of bullets, I can still have hot meals every day. I have fought hard for several years without this condition, and now I am better, and finally the organization is willing to come forward to help me solve the problem, and when the girl comes, don't mess things up."

He sighed, and his expression showed a bit of the vicissitudes of a veteran. Shen Piaoping listened to his sincerity, so she stopped persuading him, sat for a while, and pouted at his collar: "When you get married, take that off. , don’t let the rookies down.”

Mo Qinghe smiled: "I've made up my mind, I'll hand it over to the organization, and I can exchange for a few good guns."

At noon, Mo Qinghe entertained guests at home, and the wilderness arrived, and he specially brought a bottle of sorghum wine brewed by his fellow villagers. The men in the northwest are always cheerful, and before everyone is here, he has already pulled Mo Qinghe to drink a cup of each other Woke up, talking about the recent battles and the arduous anti-sweeping in the rear some time ago, the two talked more and more loudly, and they chatted happily.The cooking team delivered three or four vegetarian dishes, and set up a simple banquet table. During the war, all supplies were scarce, and even a decent set of tableware was not complete. It's a big bowl of muddleheaded food, but for people in the base area who are hungry and full, it is already the most decent way of hospitality.

A few dishes of stir-fried dishes were brought to the table, and the lesbian surnamed Wang came together with the director of the translation department who acted as an introducer. She was a fair-skinned young girl. When I met Mo Qinghe at the door, she blushed. She was silent during the meal. When others asked her, she would answer honestly. The voice was small and sweet, which made Mo Qinghe a little worried. I am used to rough language, but I can't neglect the lesbians who have read the book.

Mo Qinghe liked her tranquility very much. The introducer scooped up a large spoonful of tofu soup for each of them, and said, "Xiao Wang usually talks a lot, works hard, thinks progressively, and is clever. I value her very much." of."

Mo Qinghe nodded while smirking, the introducer gave him a look, and said in a low voice: "What are you doing in a daze, tell others about your guerrilla warfare." He patted his shoulder and laughed loudly, saying: " Captain Mo is too stupid, seeing a beautiful girl, he can't even speak!"

Both Yuanye and Shen Piaoping disagreed with this marriage, one was holding the eldest son Xiaohu, the other was holding A Yi, and seriously fed the children.

Halfway through the meal, when the girl asked him about his singing experience, Mo Qinghe felt that something bad was going on, and he didn't want the introducer to be more nervous than him, and kept explaining that the old feudal customs were harmful. Embarrassed that there is no 300 taels of silver here, just about to say a few words in person, there was a sudden knock on the door outside, causing the wooden door to drop dust, Mo Qinghe went to open the door, only to hear a bang, The wooden door was hurriedly pushed open, and the little guard rushed in recklessly, stood still, and shouted at the people in the room: "Report to the head, the superior has sent instructions, let the head Mo and Comrade Shen immediately Gather at the monitor!"

The joyful atmosphere in the room dissipated immediately, and everyone turned their faces to look at the guard who suddenly barged in.

During the war, such emergency gatherings were commonplace. The military order was as big as a mountain. Mo Qinghe almost didn't even think about it. She put down her job and rushed out. I had to yell: "My aunt, please slow down!"

The little guard escorted the two of them out, and the dinner suddenly lacked the main character, only Yuan Ye was left holding a little boy in one hand, and the introducer and the little girl looked at each other in blank dismay.

Both the monitoring office and the translation office belong to the military restricted area. Since Mo Qinghe refused to engage in intelligence work, he has not been allowed to enter for a long time. At this time, he ran all the way through the isolation belt rolling in yellow sand and heavy sentry posts, and turned into a spacious room. cave dwellings.

As soon as they entered the door, the two felt the tension in the room. The indicator lights of piles of radio transceivers flashed alternately, and the sound of tick-tock sending came one after another. The wooden table was surrounded by groups. On the chair in front of the table, a soldier was wearing earphones and adjusted the frequency of the machine at an extremely slow speed. The lesbian next to him was holding a pen and paper, and had written a long and short list Different codes.

Lao Xie was having a heated discussion with several chiefs. With one hand propped on the table, he heard Mo Qinghe calling for a report. He turned his head and wiped the sweat from his brow, and said anxiously: "It's just in time, we intercepted a section of the national army's high command. The secret message said that an elite national army unit preparing to support the Guiliu battlefield was trapped in southern Shanxi by the Japanese [-]th Division. It has been confronted for nearly seven days. Enough for Lao Jiang to drink a pot."

He spread out a dilapidated map, on which arrows and labels had been drawn with a pen, studied it for a while with a serious expression, then raised his head and asked Mo Qinghe: "How many people do you have?"

Mo Qinghe stood up straight, and replied without thinking: "About two thousand, I have finished resting and can gather immediately."

"Okay, okay..." Lao Xie put all his energy on the map, murmured indistinctly, poked his fingers hard on the circled position on the map, and ordered: "I will send the content of the telegram to you immediately. , you go to prepare, no accident, the order from your division headquarters will arrive this afternoon."

"As soon as the call from the headquarters arrives, immediately set off to increase the number of personnel!"

"Yes!" Mo Qinghe readily agreed, paid a military salute, turned around and was about to leave, but Lao Xie stopped him again and said hesitantly: "You have to be mentally prepared, let's rush to support the main It is to show our attitude. The current situation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party is tense. If the Kuomintang army provokes us, we can tolerate it as much as we can, and we must not conflict with them. Even if we fail to cooperate in the future, we must not let them take advantage of us!"

Mo Qinghe has long been honed to become a veteran soldier, secretly thinking in his heart, in the current situation, reinforcing the national army is a thankless and hard work, listening to Lao Xie's words is very intended to let him preserve his strength, He breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a little teasing on his face, and said: "Chief, I came back to marry a wife."

"Go, my wife will marry you when you come back!" Lao Xie gave him a blank look, and didn't have time to talk to him, so he called Shen Piaoping to him, knocked on the table with his fingers, and said in a low voice: "You go to draw a pair immediately." A telegram..."

Mo Qinghe stood still. He had worked here as a special agent for two years and knew Lao Xie very well, so he asked directly, "May I know the number of that unit?"

He scratched his scalp: "You also know that there are several national armies that have not been very friendly to us..."

He just asked casually, but he didn't want Lao Xie to immediately raise his head, his eyes fixed on him for a moment, he let out a soft hi, and said, "I'll tell you the name, it's your friend, Shen Peinan."