[The Pretender Lou Cheng] Non-public Notes

In the evening, Mingcheng drove Minglou home.

In the past few days, the situation at home has also been tense, Mingcheng doesn't dare to stay in Minglou's room any longer, and the time they spend together has decreased a lot, instead they spend more time talking privately in the car.

But most of the time, the two have nothing to say, not nothing to say, in fact, I know what you want to say, and you understand what I want to express.

"How long has it been since we danced?" Minglou asked suddenly, breaking the silence in the car.

Mingcheng thought for a while, the last time they danced was in Paris, when life was still leisurely, Minglou fell in love with Mingcheng and danced in the living room.

Besides, the foreign atmosphere is open, even if the two dance to a song in a park with dancing music, they will only win applause and applause.

"It's been a long time, I don't remember clearly." Mingcheng replied.

Minglou didn't respond after hearing this. He opened some of the car curtains with his fingers, looked at the various pedestrians passing by, and suddenly found that everyone had changed into lighter and brighter coats. Only then did he suddenly realize that spring had already begun. When it came, his mood seemed to brighten up, and his tone became lighter, "The weather is warmer, let's go dancing when we have a chance."

With the current situation and the disintegrated relationship between the two in the eyes of outsiders, how could the reality allow them to go out and dance.Mingcheng still formally replied with a smile, "Okay."

Minglou listened, and sure enough the corners of his mouth became more pronounced. He grabbed Mingcheng's chair back, leaned forward and whispered behind Mingcheng's ear, "How about going to your room tonight?"

Mingcheng couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, and then he pretended to be serious and said, "Okay, I'm fine, I'm just afraid that the window sill of my room won't do it."

"You boy! This mouth is becoming more and more unruly after learning from Mingtai." Minglou raised his hand and slapped Mingcheng on the back of the head, staring and annoyed, then sat back in the back seat.

Mingcheng laughed twice, and the car drove towards home slowly and steadily.

It was night, Mingcheng tossed and turned on the bed for a while, and when he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard a rustling sound outside the window, his heart was shaken, he thought of something, and jumped out of the bed in disbelief. In two or three steps, he ran to the window and opened it.

"How did you get here?" Mingcheng asked as he pulled Minglou into the house, and then quickly closed the window.

It was a cool night in early spring, and Minglou was only wearing pajamas. He rubbed his hands, quickly got into Mingcheng's warmed bed, and said indifferently, "Climbing up the window sill."

Mingcheng was speechless for a while, thinking to himself, how old do you think you are.He walked over and got under the quilt, rubbed his palms warm for Ming Louwen, and said with a bit of reproach, "Next time you tell me in advance, it's fine if I don't go down."

After hearing this, Minglou glared at him, "Your shoulder injury has only healed for a few days."

When mentioning the shoulder injury, Mingcheng's voice weakened, and he whispered, "It's not hurt, it's fine."

Minglou couldn't help but glared at him again, then he looked away and looked out the window, sighing with some emotion, "I hope this war ends soon, otherwise I really won't be able to climb up in a few years."

When he said this, there was a self-deprecating smile and hope for the future on the corner of his mouth.Mingcheng tried his best to smile at him, but he didn't say anything.

Minglou has a good physique, after a while, his hands and feet warmed up, but Mingcheng's palms became cooler.Minglou turned around and wrapped Mingcheng's fingertips, clenched them tightly, and placed them on his chest.

The two squeezed into a small bed, covered with a quilt, and had to lie on their sides facing each other.Mingcheng rubbed against him, his body sank, Minglou immediately let go of one hand knowingly to tuck the corner of the quilt tightly for him, and even hugged him tighter, so as not to leave a gap between the two of them.

"Brother, why are you in such a hurry today? Is there anything urgent?"

Mingcheng moved the fingers that were tightly held by Minglou, scratching Minglou's palm slightly itchy.He didn't want to admit that he just suddenly wanted to watch Mingcheng fall asleep, so he climbed up and replied vaguely, "It was something important, but after thinking about it just now, I think it's the same tomorrow, and tonight Go to bed first."

Mingcheng came to his senses, he withdrew one hand to support his head, and poked Minglou's chest with the other hand and said, "I have something to tell my elder brother."

Minglou wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep as soon as he heard it, wishing he could punch himself, he put on a straight face and said fiercely, "Can't you just sleep peacefully!"

Mingcheng gave an aggrieved "Oh", shrank back into the bed, but still whispered, "Didn't I meet Liang Zhongchun during the day, he stuffed me with two cigarettes, saying they were from Wusongkou last night, Let me taste it first."

"Wusongkou?" Ming Lou thought of something, and asked with a frown, "You mean...?"

"Yeah." Mingcheng nodded and lowered his voice, "Didn't you talk to me about the Mingtai issue last night? I just got these two cigarettes today, so I want to wait until the time is right. Cigarettes revealed to Mingtai that No. 76 colluded with the top officials of the Chongqing government to make money for the country."

Minglou pondered for a while, then said "Yes", and said, "This method is not bad. You just need to give him the cigarettes. As for the relationship with Guo Qiyun, let him find out by himself."

With Minglou's affirmation, Mingcheng became a little happy.

Seeing this, Minglou asked helplessly, "Can I go to bed now?" His tone was full of pampering.

Mingcheng smiled, "Brother, good night." He stretched his head forward and kissed Minglou's lips.

"Good night." Minglou pressed a kiss on Mingcheng's forehead with his wet lips.

Early the next morning, Minglou had already returned to his room. Mingcheng took Minglou's suit jacket from the closet and went to the bedroom downstairs. Minglou was standing in front of the full-length mirror buttoning up his vest.

"Is the finishing work over?" Minglou reached out to take the suit jacket hanging from Mingcheng's arm and put it on, asking.

"Don't worry, there is no trace left."

"That's good." Minglou picked up two ties, held them up in front of Mingcheng, and motioned him to choose one.Mingcheng chose the tie that was the same color as his own, and Minglou smiled satisfied when he saw it.

Mingcheng took the tie around Minglou's neck, tied it skillfully, and asked in a low voice, "Has Fujita Yoshimasa given up on tracking us?"

"On the surface, we gave up, but we can't relax our vigilance. The tricks of this veteran agent are not that simple." Minglou reminded him, and then continued, "Go to Mingtai before you go to work, according to what you told me last night. Tell him the plan I said."

Mingcheng widened his eyes in surprise, and persuaded, "Tell him the truth now, I'm afraid he will be disillusioned and never recover from it."

"He has to come through!" Minglou's tone hardened, "A serious illness can only be cured with strong medicine, and sublimation is possible only after disillusionment." Seeing that Mingcheng's expression was not very good, Minglou eased his tone and continued. "When he was in France, he participated in left-wing reading clubs, and he was familiar with the party's program and propositions. He also expressed to me that he wanted to join the party's peripheral organizations. If the elder sister insisted that he did not want to participate in politics, We should develop him earlier, so that the military commander won’t get ahead of him.”

"We shouldn't have let him come back at all." Mingcheng lowered his head, staring at the tip of his shoe, looking a little annoyed.

The atmosphere was a bit sluggish for a moment, Minglou paused for a while, and then said, "It's my fault, I didn't protect him well."

Minglou's words made Mingcheng feel a soft pain in his heart, like a needle prick, but not as hard as a needle, just poking his heart one after another.Mingtai has come to this point, the last thing he wants to see is Minglou.

"Brother, I didn't mean that..." Mingcheng explained anxiously.

Minglou raised his hand to stop Mingcheng's words, "I understand." He patted Mingcheng's shoulder and comforted him, "Do you think it's a bit too fast?"

Mingcheng calmed down, and analyzed, "Yes. Mingtai's personality is still a little high now, and his thinking has not been systematically cultivated. We are telling him the truth now, are we a little eager for success?"

"I'm in a bit of a hurry, but we don't have time." Minglou frowned, and next, he said something that could never be called "good" - "Wang Tianfeng is going to Shanghai."

Mingcheng confirmed in surprise, "You mean...?"

"That's right." Minglou nodded affirmatively, "You know what this means to Mingtai, so only by letting him join the party organization can we save his life."