[The Pretender Lou Cheng] Non-public Notes

"Don't worry, the dawn is coming soon." Ming Lou once said.

It's just that "immediately" seems to have come a bit late.

At the end of 1941, due to the shift of Japan's strategic focus and the joining of the Anti-Japanese Allies, China finally stopped fighting against Japan independently, and the Anti-Japanese War became part of World War II.

After that, with the gradual victory of the War of Resistance Against Japan, the differences between the two parties, and even within the party, became more and more intense.Finally, at the beginning of 1945, Minglou resigned from all his positions and returned to a pure identity as an "economist".Afterwards, he and Mingcheng faded out of the sight of the world.

At the beginning of the second year, the Kuomintang saw through Minglou's disguise and removed him from the list of "meritorious personnel of the Anti-Japanese War", turning him into a "communist traitor".The military command issued a warrant for Minglou and Mingcheng, and sent people to Suzhou to search the Ming family's ancestral house, but the building was already empty.

Minglou and Mingcheng's original plan was to obey the arrangement and withdraw northward with the army, but a few days before the departure, Minglou always seemed a little uneasy.

Mingcheng asked him, but he just shook his head.

At night before leaving, Minglou embraced Mingcheng, who was drowsy and about to fall asleep, into his arms, and said in a low voice, "After withdrawing to the north, I will find a way to send you back to Paris."

Mingcheng subconsciously hugged Minglou back and rubbed against him, and only after realizing the meaning of the words did he wake up completely. He raised his head slightly, and the raised eyebrows showed his master's disapproval.

Minglou kissed Mingcheng's brow lightly, and replied after a while, "I'm still not at ease in my heart. The various factions in the party have already started to make moves. I'm afraid something will happen soon."

Mingcheng moved in Minglou's arms, as if struggling.

Minglou hugged him even tighter. Knowing what Mingcheng wanted to say, he persuaded him softly, "You go first and arrange to pick me up in Paris so that I can go there."

Mingcheng's body was tense, and he pursed his lips silently, as if he was still struggling with his thoughts. After a while, he gradually relaxed, acquiescing to Minglou's arrangement.

After Mingcheng arrived in Paris, he still lived in their original house. The familiar environment was like a bell that was ringing all the time, reminding Mingcheng of Minglou's absence every moment.

The preparations for the reception were quickly arranged, and Mingcheng even went to meet the current president of the university where Minglou worked before.

But there was no news from Minglou.

Just when Mingcheng was so anxious that he wanted to book a plane ticket and go back to China directly to pick him up, a message came from Minglou.

Minglou was imprisoned.

Because of an unwarranted crime that sounded ridiculous to Mingcheng.

Mingcheng didn't dare to act rashly, but he couldn't just sit still.

He returned home quietly.

Later, some news came out intermittently.

The most widely spread in the market is that some people say that Minglou, who used to be a powerful man in Shanghai, went crazy in prison.

After going crazy?A curious teenager asked.

"Who knows. Probably died, or was thrown somewhere to fend for itself."

The boy pouted, unable to tell what was in his heart.He couldn't even confirm whether this person was a good person or a bad person. He just felt that such an ending would inevitably be a bit sour for a person who could become the protagonist of a story in other people's mouths.

Is Minglou really crazy?

A person is too small, no matter whether the truth about him can be known or not, it will always be overwhelmed by the long river of history, and eventually become unknown.

From then on, the only way to listen to an ambiguous story that cannot tell the truth from the false is through the mouth of others.

It's just that on this sunny morning, when Minglou woke up from the chaos, he felt as if he saw the face that he missed so much, but he felt that it was a little different from the memory.His mind has been confused for too long, and the schizophrenia between true and false makes him suddenly start to be unable to distinguish between the real and the fake at a certain moment, so he was stunned for a moment, afraid that he would really go crazy if he did a fake show. Trapped in an imaginary world and unable to extricate myself.

Minglou looked around and found that everything around him was strange yet familiar. Then he turned his eyes and vaguely saw a busy figure outside the window.

Minglou moved his stiff body, got up slowly and walked outside the house.

He remembered the familiar yard, the wooden house behind him, the swing in the yard, and the young man he was most familiar with.

The young man squatting in the yard planting flowers noticed Minglou's approach, suddenly stopped his work, and turned around in surprise.The small shovel in his hand fell into the soft soil, making a dull and quiet sound.The raised face of the young man gave Minglou a smile that was exactly the same as in memory, warmer than the spring sunshine, but a few silvery-white filaments and the red corners of the eyes secretly flashed in the thick black hair blown by the wind. Convey the pain behind the smile.

"Big brother."

*End of the text, to be continued*