[Ji Hanzhu] short story colleagues

The wine was also cold, and both of them forgot its existence.Zhuge Liang sent Liu Bei out the door, watched him pat the handsome white horse and then turned over, he couldn't tell he was in his 40s.

It turns out that I have thought so much, so far.

Zhuge Liang was just surprised, those strategies were said by himself without thinking.He never said this to anyone else, and even to himself, he only dared to dream a little in the dead of night.Different from the frivolity shown, he is actually a very pragmatic person.

But when he faced Liu Bei, it was different.Two people who have nothing, talk about the frivolous dreams about the world.

He suddenly felt that his soul became lighter, floating in the sky.

Liu Bei said to him, "I'll send someone to pick you up tomorrow. If it's not too late, I really want to talk to you about the dawn."

Zhuge Liang replied with a smile: "There is still a lot of time."

He returned to the thatched cottage, closed the door, and waited for his lifelong confidant to disappear into the night.

He felt very happy.

END

your devout soul

Fei Yi came to Chongqing on a passenger ship. When he arrived, the Yangtze River was shrouded in mist in the early morning.Dock workers sat on the shore in twos and threes, smoking dry tobacco, chatting, waiting for today's freighter to dock.

It seems that it is no different from Wuchang.

He waved away a few sticks that came up to him for business, and approached the black car he had caught in the first place. There was a student-looking young man standing beside him. In the early morning wind, his eyes seemed to have a layer of frost. .

Fei Yi walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder: "Master Dong? Are you here to pick me up?"

Dong Yun was stunned: "How do you know it's me?"

Fei Yi grinned and said that we still have this bit of insight.

After all, Dong Yun is really easy to recognize.

To make a revolution, you must go deep into the masses, and to go deep into the masses is to hang out with the three teachings and nine streams.As soon as Fei Yi's fallacy came out, Mr. Zhuge immediately looked at him differently.

—You are very experienced.

——Dare not dare, understand a little.

——Okay, I will assign you a suitable job.

——…

People make the best use of their talents and things make the best use of them. When Fei Yi set foot on the land of the capital during the war, he had completely shed the lofty sense of revolution of a proletarian fighter, and became a layman from the inside out.

He sat beside Dong Yun, watched him start the car jerky, and joked, "Where's your driver?"

Dong Yun glanced at him, and answered concisely: "Going back to my hometown."

"...Where is his home?"

"Wuchang."

Exactly where I come from.

Fei Yi glanced at the Yangtze River, the surface of the river was empty and blurry.He thought for a while and said that Wuchang is also very good, similar to Chongqing.Almost everywhere.

Dong Yun: "..."

Dong Yun's home is not far from the river, but the road in the mountain city is rough, and the car can't get up halfway.Dong Yun smiled apologetically at him in the car, and the rising sun reflected his smile, which looked very vivid.

Fei Yi jumped out of the car: "Start it, I'll push it from behind."

A very experienced look.

The German-made car—it is said to have been sent by a certain party-state comrade—started, smoking from the rear, and happily slid towards the top of the mountain.Fei Yi looked at the mountain and thought that your family lived really high.

Get out of the crowd.

Only later did Fei Yi learn that Dong's family lived in the district government office.During the Anti-Japanese War, everything was kept simple, and his house was simply expropriated.Dong Yun dropped out of college and directed workers at the dock every day.Fei Yi also moved in with his family on the grounds that, as a relative, he would manage the accounts for their company.

The industrial company that used to have only a few boats now has hundreds of people, and the exchange of materials during wartime has become more frequent.The lifeblood of the Yangtze River sometimes lies in small boats.Fei Yi can only run to the dock every day to watch the workers unload and take inventory, and has no time to carry out his revolutionary work.

... In fact, there are still some.

He quickly became acquainted with the workers. Pai Gow mahjong, punching, smoking, drinking, everything, and a kind-tempered person, no one would resist.What's more, Fei Yi is very good at settling accounts.He never wins money playing mahjong.

When Fei Yi was chatting with these people, he often noticed that Dong Yun was watching from a distance with a blank expression on his face.

"Don't look at him, the young master is not with us."

"No? Hasn't he been working with you all the time..." Fei Yi looked back calmly.

"That knows." I thought the worker would say some harsh words, but then there was silence.

Fei Yi showed curiosity: "What's the matter, old cousin? You can talk about it when you have something to say."

"Both of them are good people. It's just... I think he looks down on us. "

Fei Yi looked back at Dong Yun again, that young face still had that cold expression.

"I think...he's just embarrassed."

Fei Yi spoke thoughtfully, thinking, this is the fucking bourgeois style.But his mind is full of the appearance of Dong Yun coming to pick him up, and at a certain sudden moment, he may find more, more vivid feelings than that smile.He thought he too was being controlled by bourgeois weakness.he thinks……

What do you think.

One of the boats they booked didn't come that day, saying that it was delayed by the war on the way.Everyone is very anxious.Fei Yi and Dong Yun were still at the pier.From sunset to night, the mountains in Chongqing became shadows in the night, and they still stood on the moonless embankment, waiting.

Fei Yi was so irritable that he reached into his coat and found a pack of cigarettes.This was given to him by the teacher before he left, saying that it was a foreign cigarette left over from when he was in Shanghai, and he was never willing to smoke it.Fei Yi was very moved at that time, holding the teacher's hand and saying that you are still very good to me.Teacher Zhuge glanced at him indifferently: "It's for you to use when colluding with big shots."

Fei Yi: ...

At this moment, he thought it was bullshit, I don't know any big shots in this small county.I can't even get in when the district committee meets.After weighing it, he slowly took out a cigarette and held it between his fingers.

The paper rolls of foreign cigarettes look very different.He walked up to Dong Yun and put his arms around his shoulders.

"Master, borrow a fire."

"I don't smoke." Dong Yun said.

Fei Yi silently stuffed the cigarette back into the box.

"Also, don't call me that... Just call me Xiu Zhao." The young master sneezed when he was blown by the river wind.

"Really, I've been traveling in the rivers and lakes, and I have long forgotten my name." Fei Yi smiled playfully, and held his hand, which was as cold as ice.

"You should go home."

"I'm in charge of this boat, I can't leave." Dong Yun was very serious.

Fei Yi said, "Why are you so serious? This is not where you came from."

Dong Yun looked at Jiang Mian and let out a sigh of relief.

Fei Yi thought he would lose his temper, and after a while, Dong Yun said quietly: "I know...but I really can't learn how to play mahjong."

Fei Yi was stunned for half a second, then laughed wildly.

Fei Yi took off his coat and wanted to lend it to Dong Yun, but was seriously rejected.In the end, the two compromised with each other, put the same clothes on their bodies, and sat crowded together.The night dew and mist gradually wet the two of them, penetrated into the cracks in the bones, and penetrated into his years.Many years later, Fei Yi will feel this at a certain moment, his knee joints will hurt, he will not be able to arch his body when he needs to bend down, and he will feel proud when he should feel humiliation.

He sat there looking at Dong Yun's eyes that were close at hand.

At first he didn't know what to say, but finally he said, "Do you know about communism?"

Dong Yun glanced at him: "I know. I went to college."

"Then what do you think of them...?"

"pretty good."

Fei Yi was still trying to figure out the meaning of his words. Dong Yun continued, "I know a few people like this in school. They said they wanted to encourage me to join the party, but I didn't go."

"why?"

"I want to do something more practical. I'm not that interested in issues between Chinese people." Dong Yun pointed to the vast Yangtze River. "Father has been to Guangzhou and Shanghai before, and has been supporting the revolution since that time. This shipping was also organized because of the need for the War of Resistance...but the results of all this may not be what he wanted."

Fei Yi said, "Are you disappointed in the revolution?"

"In the Revolution of [-], the emperor disappeared, but soon more local emperors came, and the Japanese came... It is understandable for some people to be disappointed, but I will not. I feel that I am still young and it is not my turn. Disappointed. China should be better, if only we could unite as one."

"Your thoughts...are not very good...why don't you tell them?"

"them?"

"Those workers."

"I'm not very good at talking, let's explain it with actions."

……

Fei Yi couldn't help sighing, and gently rubbed Dong Yun's hair.

"You really... Forget it, that's fine."

A bourgeois young master who is divorced from reality.And the weakness that he could only feel when he was around Dong Yun appeared again.This is very problematic. Dong Yun is not a soft person. They were talking about revolution just now, and it is not a soft topic.

That problem can only appear on yourself.Fei Yi thought bitterly, why did I come to the rear and do this kind of work that I don't even trust? Is it because I am a negative and pessimistic person?The young master of the Dong family is more like a revolutionary material than me...

Suddenly, his shoulders sank, and Dong Yun leaned on his shoulders and fell asleep.

When the boat arrived, the boatman blew the horn, and Dong Yun jumped up, but soon fell down again because of numb feet.

The two of them climbed up from the ground in embarrassment, and went to work on the ship together with the workers who stayed overnight at the dock, unloading the returned goods and transporting the goods to the front.