Costume Mountains and Rivers

Mo Qinghe was furious when he said that he was going to blow up Shen Peinan's headquarters, and when he calmed down a little, he felt a little uneasy.

The hill where the [-]st Regiment is stationed is called Suoziling, and there is still a long mountain road away from Hulu Mountain where the main force of the national army is located. The correspondent is a simple boy who grew up in the mountains. After going down the mountain, the cooking team came back just as soon as they set up the pot for dinner, covered in grass clippings and the bright sunset glow, shouted a report outside the grass shed, Mo Qinghe was drinking a cup of hot tea, smelling Come in with a lot of yelling.

The first few times the correspondent failed, but this time with Mo Qinghe's message, he broke through the sentry post and drove straight in. Not only did he meet the top officer of the opponent, but he also exchanged a basket of grenades that he carried as a threat for a bowl. Steaming egg custard——Shen Peinan didn't know what to think. Hearing Mo Qinghe's words relayed by the correspondent, he pondered for a long time and said, just let him come.

Then let the two soldiers disarm the correspondent on the spot, and didn't neglect him, just let him go out to stay by himself, and then asked someone to bring a tureen.After that, the little correspondent waited at the entrance of the command department, and the soldiers of the national army stood guard beside him. He squatted aside, holding a bowl and eating eggs with big mouthfuls.

Until he finished his bowl of egg custard, and a well-dressed young officer came out of the room and politely sent him away, he didn't see the shadow of the basket of grenades again.

These were reported to Mo Qinghe by the correspondent after he came back. Head Mo heard that Monk Zhang Er was puzzled, kicked the correspondent's ass first, and cursed: "Nothing, don't you know how to be short-mouthed? Eat The enemy's things are against discipline!"

The little correspondent was very aggrieved, and muttered that it was nothing to eat two mouthfuls of hot rice after so many trips before, and said that the regiment leader was confused, that we and the Kuomintang are now an anti-Japanese alliance, not an enemy army.Mo Qinghe glared at him: "I think you have been hit by the enemy's sugar-coated bullet!"

After finishing talking, he asked him how the national army was doing. The young correspondent was called Shuanzi, and he was only seventeen years old. He had long hands and feet, a long head and a thin neck. He had just shaved his head, and he scratched his green scalp vigorously when asked. , Said that there are trenches everywhere in the mountains, and there are people everywhere.Mo Qinghe actually wanted to ask about the situation of the headquarters. Seeing that Shuanzi was not enlightened, he was wandering around the room with his hands behind his back, turned around on the spot, deliberately did not look at him, and said angrily: "I am asking how the surname Shen is doing. !"

The correspondent murmured in his heart, wondering why their soft-spoken leader seemed to have eaten gunpowder in the past two days, blowing his beard and staring at every turn, and finally said with a bitter face, "Commander, what are they doing there?" You can see for yourself, I really can’t tell! Since I came out of our village and joined the guerrillas, it’s the first time I’ve talked to such a big officer, I’ve forgotten everything!”

Mo Qinghe was so angry that he almost lost his breath.

Then Shuanzi suddenly remembered something, took out something from his pocket, wiped it with his clothes, held it in his hand and handed it to the head of the regiment, a smear of oily tender green appeared between the five black fingers , Mo Qinghe took it in doubt, and his face changed.

It was a piece of jasper with a warm texture, carved with lotus leaves and swimming fish, the carving was meticulous, and the tassels adorned with it had faded over the years.

Mo Qinghe remembered this thing. At that time, he had just received a latent mission. He was singing Wang Baochuan on stage at the Peking Grand Theater. Shen Peinan was drunk, and just after the show ended, he brought someone to the backstage to tie him up. This was the meeting ceremony that he accepted. The waistband of the stage name.Mo Qinghe hated him very much at that time, and every time she saw this valuable gift, she was filled with shame, so she kept throwing it in the cabinet, and did not realize that it was lost when they parted.

The little correspondent asked him cautiously: "Commander, what is this? It's quite valuable, right?"

Mo Qinghe stared at the lotus leaf carved on the jade, he was angry, and inexplicably saw the provocative meaning from this old thing, and sneered: "He wants to remind me that no matter what it looks like, I am still him Raised birds."

He held the jasper tightly, feeling the coldness in his hands, and then he slammed his fist on the table, with a bang, the stone was held in his palm, and it was not broken, but Mo Qinghe's hand hurt from the bump , he stood up suddenly, and said to the correspondent: "Don't rest, pick a few people with good marksmanship with me, and let's go right away!"

Immediately, after some preparatory work was done, the sun had already set, the crows in the mountains were croaking, and the sky was gradually darkening.

Head Mo made a lot of effort when he chose the station. The terrain in this area is steep. With the cover of the mountain, Little Japan is close at hand, but he dare not rush up recklessly, so the situation nearby is relatively safe.

Mo Qinghe cleaned the gun carefully, hid a small Browning in his clothes, put on his leggings again, and tied rounds of bullets under the uniform. Embolus set off.

The mountains and forests are extremely quiet at night, and the weather is not yet at its hottest. The morning and evening winds are cool and chilly, refreshing the face.As the saying goes, looking at the mountains and running dead horses, it really is such a thing. Mo Qinghe climbed the mountain with his staff early in the morning, and watched the opposite hillside with binoculars. But I never thought that this narrow path would be so difficult to walk.The path was interrupted and continuous, first twisted and turned down the mountain, and then went up the mountain with both hands and feet, bypassing a towering old tree for a while, drilling into a cave made of chaotic rocks, and climbing up the half-hillside of Hulu Mountain. They were all sweaty and panting from exhaustion.

Mo Qinghe didn't feel uncomfortable. First, he was used to marching in a hurry, and second, he had a big event in mind. The closer he got to the destination, the more angry he became. He didn't know if it was real. Shen Peinan would rather be bombarded by the little Japanese than The anger of being willing to compromise and cooperate, I still find an excuse to force myself not to think about the grievances and resentments between the two.

He said to his heart that now he is the negotiator of the Communist party, shouldering the success or failure of the battle, and the other party is the commander of the national army who is in a dilemma. They are strategic allies. The water in the two wells does not interfere with the water in the river.

However, Mo Qinghe didn't expect that he still overestimated himself, and prepared a long article after thinking about it. When he really met Shen Peinan, he didn't use a single word.

The headquarters of the national army was built in a flat mountain near the top of the mountain. Even though the current situation is severe, they still maintained their decent style. A warm orange light shines from inside.There are a few tall and straight poplar trees in the yard. I can’t see how they are growing at night. I can only hear the rustling of the leaves in the wind. There are sentries with live ammunition on the left and right sides of the house door. The others saluted a military salute, and one of them turned around and went into the house to pass the message.

It happened that the curtain in the room was lifted, and a young school officer came out. He was tall, with broad shoulders, long legs and thin waist, and his chin was shaved blue. He froze for a moment, moved his gaze back and forth a few times, stopped at Mo Qinghe, and suddenly opened his mouth wide in surprise, revealing a mischievous smile that he hadn't seen for a long time.

He walked down the steps quickly, opened his mouth and called affectionately: "Little lotus leaf..."

In the middle of the speech, seeing his cap badge, he realized that it was inappropriate, so he coughed twice as a cover, and swallowed it.

When he smiled, the corners of his lips on the right were a little higher than those on the left, revealing a kind of bad boyishness that had nothing to do with age. Mo Qinghe immediately recognized him. Sun Jicheng who led him to a late-night street fight in Tianjin Wei.

"It's really grown up, I almost don't recognize you anymore." He said, let the sentry take off the box gun from Mo Qinghe's waist, pushed his shoulders to walk in, and said happily: "It's all about me!" People still make reports, let’s go, the military seat is waiting for you.”

Mo Qinghe was pushed and shoved into the house by him, and the tiled house was tidied up. The outermost room was used as a meeting room. There was a huge topographic map hanging on the wall, circled It is full of markings, and there is a heavy mahogany Eight Immortals table in the middle of the house, piled with rolls of maps and pen and ink books, surrounded by high-backed chairs, and on the innermost chair, there is a man who has not seen it for many years. The old man sat facing him.

A simple gas lamp was at hand, and the dim yellow light of the flame warmed his face.

Mo Qinghe got angry all the way, and wanted to enter the door, so she yelled willfully. When she really saw him, she felt that the picture under the light was unspeakably familiar, her throat choked, and she opened her mouth, but did not make a sound.

Shen Peinan hasn't changed much. Men on the battlefield are the least likely to age. They still have rigid and profound facial features, a straight sitting posture, and their skin has been roughened by years of gunpowder smoke and war. Tian Cheng's hooliganism was gone. He was sitting under the huge topographical map, flipping through a book. He was a calm and dignified general.There were two golden general stars on the collar, and rows of medals hung on his chest. He frowned slightly, with a dignified expression, as if he didn't hear the sound of the door at all, and he didn't realize that there was a guest coming.

Mo Qinghe stood at the door, his heart pounding. He looked at the handsome man in the olive green military uniform in front of him. He couldn't believe that seven years had passed silently with such a short distance between them.

The tongue of the gas lamp flickered slightly, and the swimming light and shadow licked the person's face. Mo Qinghe saw small wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.He said to himself, that's right, it's been seven years, he is no longer the simple and aggressive little actor who would pester his lover and act coquettishly, and Shen Peinan is not the one who is full of gangsters and dares to take home anyone he likes. The soldiers are ruffian.

Sun Jicheng bumped him with his shoulder and whispered, "He Ye'er, talk."

Mo Qinghe's eyes were covered with a layer of water, and everything he saw was swaying. He suddenly woke up like a dream, stood like a straight poplar tree, saluted the military, and said: "Long time no see, military seat, congratulations!" promotion."

Shen Peinan finally raised his head, as if he had just realized his existence, took a serious look at him, and greeted him calmly: "Commander Mo, long time no see."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand as a gesture of invitation, and said politely, "Sit."

Sun Jicheng backed out knowingly, and gently closed the door. There were only the two of them left in the huge room. Mo Qinghe saw a set of exquisite ceramic tureen in front of him, and when he opened it, he was stunned. A bowl of crystal clear lotus root starch, sprinkled with fine osmanthus, stirred with a spoon, sweet and fragrant.He tasted this in Hangzhou, looked up at the person opposite, and suddenly felt a little sad.

His nose was sour, and the anger he had felt immediately disappeared, and his heart turned into water, which was extraordinarily soft.After a while, he picked up a small spoon, stirred the sweet lotus root powder a few times, and said in a low voice, "How are you?"

Shen Peinan slammed the book in his hand onto the table, and answered flatly, "No."

Mo Qinghe was immersed in sentimentality and let out a soft ah.

Shen Peinan glanced at him, leaned back on the back of the chair, raised his legs wide and wide, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and held it between his fingers, knocked the butt of the cigarette on the table lightly, and raised his hands and feet. It's the bandit spirit of occupying the mountain as the king, and said in a deep voice: "Someone sent a basket of grenades in the name of reinforcements to bomb my headquarters. Of course, Shen will not get better."

After speaking, he put the cigarette in his mouth, struck a match and lit it, took a deep breath, and exhaled a straight line of light blue smoke, then threw the silver cigarette case and matchbox forward, counting it as a cigarette toast to the person opposite Unexpectedly, the buckle of the cigarette box couldn't bear the force, and the cigarettes were scattered all over the table, and a few of them simply burst out and landed on Mo Qinghe's pants.

"Commander Mo, tell me, what is the best way to deal with this kind of shit-stirring stick who became a spy at a young age and now deliberately sabotages the cooperation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party?" He sat up straight with interest, resting his elbows on the mahogany tabletop , resting his fingers on his chin, staring at Mo Qinghe with a pair of cold black eyes, "Isn't it an exaggeration to be convicted of treason?"

Mo Qinghe's face was flushed red. He never expected that Shen Peinan had hidden needles in the cotton, and he was also a stubborn person who would not let others. The tenderness just now turned to anger. He slammed the table and stood up suddenly, "Damn Shen Peinan , you are about to be taken over by the little devil, talking about old things!"

Shen Peinan laughed loudly, and stopped abruptly when it was the loudest, and then stood up, leaning on the Eight Immortals table with both hands, bowed forward, and raised his voice: "What is the Anti-Japanese War, the Battle of Songhu, the Battle of Wuhan, what the hell That’s called anti-Japanese! All these years, you Communists and bandits have used the military pay of the party and the state to fight guerrilla warfare in the enemy’s rear, guerrilla guerrilla warfare, just swimming but not fighting!”

He paused, and snorted coldly: "I know what you guys want to do squatting in Shuoziling. I've had a bad luck this time. Even if I die with Little Japan, I don't need your support!"

Mo Qinghe stared at him, never thinking that he was worried about him day and night, but Shen Peinan had such an attitude, only felt that his self-esteem was seriously frustrated, and his blood was boiling immediately, a burst of anger rushed straight to his forehead, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing. Cursed in my heart, damn, what a calm demeanor, what years of experience, this is a bandit, a dog can't change eating shit!

He got angry, completely forgot that this was someone else's territory, and was so aggressive that he wanted to grab his sleeves to argue. Shen Peinan's face darkened, grabbed his raised arm, and shouted outside: "Come on!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a sound of uniform footsteps outside the door, and the door was knocked open. Sun Jicheng rushed in with more than a dozen soldiers. Mo Qinghe looked back and saw that the soldiers he brought were all tied up. After eating the zongzi, each of them had a dejected and bitter face, as if they had experienced a close combat with great disparity in strength.

Sun Jicheng was a little embarrassed, and winked and mouthed: "Good lotus leaf, don't be angry with brother, each is his own master, I have to listen to our boss."

Mo Qinghe almost lost her breath, and glared at Shen Peinan angrily: "You're kind!"

In his panic, his thick eyelashes trembled rapidly, and his big eyes seemed to be watering. He was a rare handsome man in the army, and his expression was extremely vivid.The corner of Shen Peinan's mouth twitched upwards: "Master Mo knows best whether I have a seed and what it's like."

He pointed something else, his gaze moved down from Mo Qinghe's neck, skipped over the flat chest, the tightly tied belt around his waist, and wandered all the way to his crotch, staying for a moment quite happily.

Then he took a leisurely puff of cigarette, sat back on the chair, raised his legs, and pouted at Mo Qinghe: "Baby, you know that I have always been the most democratic and reasonable, you choose yourself, or leave on your own initiative , or I will tie you all up and throw them down the mountain, this battle, how Shen will fight, whether he wins or not, has nothing to do with Eighth Road."

Mo Qinghe's eyes were about to burst into flames, her neck was stuck, and she said intermittently: "Okay...okay..."

But he couldn't say anything else, he retreated to the table step by step, stretched out his hand towards the covered bowl, held the bottom of the bowl with one hand, held the spoon in the other, poured down a bowl of sweet lotus root powder with big gulps, and smashed the bowl heavily on the table , turned around and said: "I think I know what it means for a dog to bite Lu Dongbin, Shen, you are ruthless!"

He gave Sun Jicheng a vicious look, waved his hand and said, "Let them go, I'll go!"

Sun Jicheng smiled, and immediately asked his subordinates to untie the soldiers, politely sent them to the door, and then stood under the eaves, watching the group of people disappear at the last sentry post before returning to the house.

Shen Peinan had already smoked two cigarettes, and the arrogance he had just left was gone. He stood in front of the wall with his hands behind his back, looking at the topographic map with a solemn expression, and when he heard Sun Jicheng coming in, he turned around and made a gesture to close the door.

"all gone?"

"Let's go. I'll let the sentinels at the foot of the mountain watch out for movement. As soon as they leave the boundary of Calabash Mountain, they will come and report immediately." Sun Jicheng also had a serious expression on his face, and said in a low voice, "The artillery company is already in place, and the brothers have also received the report." Notice that all divisions and brigades have prepared all the ammunition and food, and are just waiting to fight tonight."

Shen Peinan nodded: "Calculate the time, when little Mo'er returns to the camp, we will start."

"Yes!" Sun Jicheng paid a military salute, then hesitated a bit, and said, "Military seat, have you thought about it?"

Shen Peinan didn't answer directly, but glanced at him thoughtfully: "Are you afraid of death?"

Sun Jicheng shook his head, under the dim light of the gas lamp, his big boy's stubbornness disappeared, and a resolute expression appeared on his handsome face, and he replied in a low voice but firmly: "This life is given by the party and the state." , is also given by the military seat, for the party country and the military seat, not afraid of death!"

Shen Peinan smiled approvingly, this smile only lasted for a moment in his dark eyes, and disappeared in a flash, and he returned to his usual stern and stern look. He looked at the door and said softly: "Do you think he is cute? ?”

Sun Jicheng was startled, then realized that he was referring to Mo Qinghe, sighed softly, and said: "It doesn't look like someone who was born in an opera, but he is clearly a good soldier. He is stupid, has no plans, and is cute."

Shen Peinan didn't speak, and looked over Sun Jicheng's shoulders, looking far away, revealing a hint of desolation, and said lightly: "I'm relieved when I grow up and have a bright future."