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

The depressing continuous rain finally stopped after more than ten days.The weather gradually cleared up, but the temperature dropped sharply all the way. In the morning and evening, the wind was biting and the frost was bitter.The late spring cold in April of this year was actually colder than midwinter.

The crescent moon hangs quietly in the sky like a hook.The cold halo splashed like water, coating everything in the world with a layer of desolate and illusory silver.

Night is always deep and boundless.The lights stay on all night as usual.In the office of the city hall, the hoarse and dull coughing and panting sound that was suppressed after all the efforts was so clear that it was heart-wrenching in the silence.

"Brother, if you don't take time to go to the Army Hospital tomorrow, I will invite Mr. Akita here directly."

Ah Cheng changed Minglou's dressing and bandaged the wound with a livid face, frowning and looking at the cold sweating man in front of him, leaning weakly on the sofa, gritting his teeth and suffering.

It's been a month, and Minglou's gunshot wound is recovering very badly.The wound has not healed for a long time, the low-grade fever persists, and there seems to be inflammation.Already hurt his lungs, Jiuli in the rainy night after losing his lover, and the recent continuous staying up all night have suffered from cold again and again. The high fever and cough can no longer be suppressed in the past few days. Barely supported by handfuls of aspirin and cough medicine.If he couldn't hold it any longer, or was irritated by Ah Cheng, he would just sit on the chair and read the documents while getting an IV drip, never giving himself a single minute of rest time.I don't know if it is due to the effect of the medicine, but his appetite is getting worse and worse, and he is exhausted from thinking too much, but he has no way to nourish himself.

"It's just a cold, so don't be nervous."

Minglou endured all kinds of discomfort, and responded casually in an indifferent tone, feeling that the atmosphere was not right as soon as the words came out.Opening his eyes, he saw Ah Cheng's handsome brows showing a rare sharpness, and quickly added another sentence softly: "After a few days of busy work, I will go back and check when the economy is back on track, okay? You, tomorrow, first Go get me some more medicine."

Ah Cheng kept a cold face and did not speak, his angry face was filled with fear that he tried his best to hide.If it goes on like this, it will be hard to get back. He is really worried that Minglou will suddenly fall down one day and he will never wake up again.

"Don't worry," Minglou understood everything thoroughly in his eyes, looking at Ah Cheng with gentle eyes.I wanted to say something to comfort me, but my chest felt a stabbing pain, and I couldn't help but coughed again.He took a sip of the ginseng tea sent by Ah Cheng, then handed it back to him with a frown.

"Don't worry about Biluochun, you can only drink this now." Ah Cheng said angrily.

At this time, Minglou was also powerless to argue with him, trying his best to breathe evenly, and turned to the topic before his mind became dizzy: "You told me this morning that Liang Zhongchun's business of prisoners of war was recently sent to Hangzhou?"

"Yeah, the Japanese don't know what kind of factories they want to build, and they will pull people to do coolies."

"Do you know exactly where it is?"

"It seems to be the Hengtang Village of the former Central Aviation School. It is said that a group of prisoners from No. 76 will also be sent there."

Ming Lou rested his head on his hands and pondered for a moment, then ordered decisively with a stern expression: "This matter should not be underestimated. I need to know all the information you can find, the sooner the better."

"Yes." Ah Cheng responded, seeing Ming Lou raised his eyes again, his sword eyebrows and star eyes were full of sternness, and he couldn't help asking: "What's the matter? Brother, what do you suspect?"

"Ishii's army is going to send an expedition to South China to open up a new germ warfare research and production base. You haven't heard of it, have you?"

Ah Cheng's face changed when he heard the words: "Brother, you mean Hangzhou?"

Minglou frowned deeply, with a serious expression on his face: "Manchun told me last time when he came back from Hangzhou that the Japanese army set up high-voltage iron nets around Jianqiao Airport and the school building of the aviation school, patrolling day and night with clear and dark whistles. At the reception at the Zhou Mansion just now, I also happened to hear a piece of news: Kumamoto has set off today and started a week-long inspection of Hangzhou, focusing on the airport and the aviation school."

"Kumamoto? Ishii's favorite student, the staff officer of the Combat Section of the Japanese Army's General Staff Headquarters?"

"Yes, that's him. So, if my guess is correct, a bacterial warfare expedition from Ishii will soon go south."

"So, they want prisoners of war and prisoners, and they are going to use them for live experiments!" Ah Cheng clenched his fists, his chest and eyes bursting with anger.

"Calm down and investigate secretly. When I have specific information, I will personally ask the military command and the Southern Bureau to stop it at any cost."

"Okay." Ah Cheng responded, seeing that Minglou was gasping for breath after he finished speaking, closing his eyes so tired that he was struggling to breathe.Wanting to be smooth for him, but afraid of hurting the wound, I had no choice but to persuade him earnestly: "Brother, don't stay up late today, take a rest."

A light knock on the door sounded at this moment.Ming Lou sat up straight involuntarily, and exchanged a glance with Ah Cheng, who stood up and opened the door.

"Secretary-General Ming," Tong Xuehong, who was wearing exquisite makeup, was wearing an army green windbreaker, holding a thermos in his hand, standing at the door of the office with a smile:

"I saw that the lights here are still on, Chief Ming. I must have worked hard overtime. I specially brought black chicken soup from home for supper. I hope the two officers will not dislike you."

"Where is it! Thank you, Ms. Tong, for your kindness." Ah Cheng accepted it with a polite smile.

"Then, I don't want to bother you with a lowly position." Seeing him standing still in front of the door, Tong Xuehong showed disappointment on his pretty face, but he couldn't stay any longer: "Good night, both officers."

Ah Cheng watched her back disappear at the end of the corridor, then closed the door and walked back to Minglou, and put the thermos in his hand on the sofa table: "In the past three days, we have been delivering health porridge and making soup. This new secretary is really kind!"

Minglou held the corner of his lips, but didn't speak.

For Tong Xuehong's deliberate approach, Ah Cheng will always try his best to stand in front of him.It's not because he's afraid that he won't be able to hold back, but because he doesn't want to be hurt by that face that looks exactly like it.The child's empathy was painstaking, he knew it.

"I'm really hungry. What's the matter, why don't you take advantage of me first?" Ah Cheng opened the thermos bottle and sniffed it, with a greedy expression on his face.Without waiting for his answer, he picked it up and took a big gulp of "goo".

Minglou looked at Ah Cheng silently.Although he doesn't think that the Japanese have any intention of poisoning him at the moment, every time he sees Ah Cheng's effort to hide his well-intentioned effortlessly, he feels sour and warm in his chest.

Choosing to embark on this darkest path, willing to bear the dirtiest infamy in the world, he is ready to leave this world at any time, thinking that he is strong enough and his heart is like black iron.In the end, he still couldn't bear to be separated from the one he loved forever.Conceited like him, he planned to kill and make decisive decisions, but in the end he failed to protect the person he wanted to protect the most.The remorse, guilt, and sadness that were stuffed in his chest eroded his almost empty body and mind day and night like maggots attached to his bones.

This kind of loss is once in a lifetime and he can no longer bear it, and he must not allow it to happen again.

Ah Cheng must live.

This road is destined for him to go to the end alone.

"Big brother, big brother?"

When he came back to his senses, he saw Ah Cheng shaking his arm with worry in his eyes, Minglou smiled slightly and said, "I'm a little dizzy, it's okay."

"I'm busy all day and all night, and I can't eat anything, so it's no wonder I don't faint!"

Ah Cheng's brows frowned even tighter, and he brought the thermos bottle straight to his mouth: "Drink some of this chicken soup, it's very fragrant and warms your stomach."

Ah Cheng's almost begging tone made Ming Lou really unable to refuse, so he obediently took a few sips of his hand, and indeed felt warmer, but even more sleepy.

"Let's do this," rubbing the space between his brows, grabbing a cushion and stuffing it behind his waist, he pointed to the desk and said, "Bring me the economic reform plan I drafted this morning, and I'll take a look at it and revise it. rest."

Ah Cheng nodded, and when he got up to leave, he didn't forget to put the blanket on him: "It's been cold these few nights, brother, you must not catch cold again."

"Ah Cheng..." Ming Lou suddenly stopped him again, but stopped talking.The bottomless eyes became blurred and far away, as if they saw the far, far sky through him.

"Big brother?"

Ah Cheng watched Minglou's palm slowly brushing from the forehead all the way down his cheek.All the worries are hidden in those dark black pupils that are as deep as the sea.When he took down his hand, his face was as calm as water and clouds.In the ear, the voice that became hoarse due to coughing sounded in a low voice:

"I want to eat noodles. Make me a bowl of Yangchun noodles tomorrow."

Ah Cheng burst into tears in an instant.

Man Chun said that night that she missed the birthday noodles she made for her when she was young.

He kept holding back in his heart and didn't dare to mention it, and secretly hoped that his eldest brother would not have to remember again when he was sick and drowsy and busy with business, if he was lucky, he wouldn't have to remember——

Tomorrow is Sister Manchun's 29th birthday.

The author has something to say:

The laughter still exists today, and green grass grows beside the tomb.The rest of life is like leftovers, gradually consuming the remaining warmth.There are few old friends in this world, who will accompany me to grow old?Hide your heart, don't mention the pain.

——Second Aunt's solitary life, the lyrics really hit my heart!