A different kind of Lou Chun - "The Pretender" colleague

The light rain fell intermittently from noon to night.The misty mist made everything shrouded in the vast twilight more vague and erratic.

All the way out of Wang's house, Ming Lou just looked out the window silently without saying a word.Ah Cheng frequently looked at his gloomy expression from the rearview mirror, and hesitated to speak several times.After entering the house, seeing him take off his coat and go straight to the study without saying a word, he couldn't help calling: "Brother..."

Only then did Minglou realize it, turned around to meet his concerned eyes, and forced a smile: "It's okay. You should rest early, there is a press conference tomorrow."

"Okay." Ah Cheng could only nod his head, swallowed down his comforting words, and let the lonely figure slowly disappear behind the door.

That night Ah Cheng tossed and turned and slept very unsteadily, waking up before dawn.After getting up and pondering for a while, he finally gritted his teeth and knocked on Minglou's door, then pushed the door open and entered.

As expected, Minglou was still dressed in a neat formal attire last night, without even changing his shoes, and sank into the sofa with his hands on his forehead.Hearing the sound, he slowly lowered his hand, sighed slightly, and said solemnly, "What are you doing so early?"

"Brother, you haven't slept all night!"

Ah Cheng was distressed and annoyed, and rushed to him in a hurry: "Have a headache?"

"Fortunately."

Minglou couldn't hide the tiredness on his face, he sat up straight and took a sip of the tea on the table: "You don't have to be so nervous."

"Brother, how can you bear your body like this all the time?"

Ah Cheng took the cold tea in his hand, poured a cup of hot water and handed it to him: "It's been so many years, you always act like this when you meet her!"

"She's changed a lot."

Ming Lou couldn't help but stretched out his hand to stroke his forehead again, his usually decisive voice revealed deep confusion: "I saw her this time, and I don't know the feeling, whether it's relief or heartbreak."

"You are obviously in a mess!"

Ah Cheng was anxious and dissatisfied: "It's been eight years, you can't expect her to be the same little girl. Besides, it's not the first day you know about her job!"

"Yes. I admit that I have been entangled in the old love, and I don't want to believe it at all: the little girl who was progressive in thinking, good and pure, has now become bloody."

"I knew she would become what she is today, why did you..."

"Acheng!"

The following words were resolutely stopped by Minglou.

Knowing that he had slipped his words, Ah Cheng silently shut his mouth and lowered his head, speechless for a long time.

"When she was a child, she would bring back any injured little sparrow she met on the road, feed it, and heal it. When it recovered, she happily let it fly away. If it died, she would cry very sadly."

Ming Lou seemed to be talking to himself, and his deep eyes became more and more blurred: "What kind of stimulation and shock did such a little girl become today's executioner?"

"Brother!" Ah Cheng understood what he meant, and couldn't help but hastily interrupted him, saying, "I chose the path myself. She willingly degenerates and betrays her country for glory, what has it to do with you?"

"If, I didn't give up, or if I took her away..."

Minglou was completely immersed in his own emotions: "I should have sent someone to pick her up and send her to the Central Soviet Area. Why do I think that if she is not disturbed, she will live better? She will come out, Will you forget me and live a normal life? This is my fault, my sin."

"Brother, what are you talking about?" Ah Cheng jumped anxiously: "Could it be that every woman who is broken in love is going to be a Japanese spy to slaughter her compatriots?"

Minglou was shocked suddenly and came back to his senses.

"Sorry, I lost my temper."

Seeing that although he had returned to his usual calm and restraint, Ah Cheng couldn't hide his exhausted brows, so he couldn't help sighing:

"Brother, don't say that. I know that you can't control the reunion after a long time. Besides, you can only vent your true feelings with me."

Ming Lou nodded, slightly curling the corners of his lips, revealing his usual reassuring smile.

A Cheng secretly sighed.

"But when it comes to Wang Manchun, I really don't want my elder brother to embarrass myself anymore. What you have always pretended in your heart is the former her. But what we are facing now is only the director of the intelligence department of No. 76."

"Well said! Ah Cheng is Ah Cheng."

Minglou got up and patted him appreciatively, and walked to the bathroom in good spirits: "I'll take a shower, you go make coffee. A new day has started again."

Ah Cheng watched his back disappear, feeling even more concerned and anxious.He knew that Ming Lou was just pretending to be relaxed because he was afraid that he would worry.No one knows the elder brother's body better than him, and no one knows the elder brother's feelings for Wang Manchun better than him.From the spirit to the body, the eldest brother is trying his best to restrain himself and hold on.But with such forbearance and repression and exhaustion, how long can his flesh and blood last?