[Lou Cheng] 24 solar terms

I'm enjoying it, brother, don't you know. "

Minglou said to him: "Slick tongue." He couldn't help but laugh, "What else did that little girl Susan say? Tell me everything."

Mingcheng thought for a while, then said with a smile: "She told me that if all my suitors are interrogated by the eldest brother, I will probably be single for the rest of my life." As he spoke, he met Minglou's gaze.

There was no smile in Minglou's eyes.

It was dark and dark, like a pool of deep water, both calm and deep, his pupils reflected his sudden froze expression at this moment.

Mingcheng felt a little at a loss, not knowing where he said something wrong: "Brother..."

Ming Lou quickly lowered his eyes, and when he raised them again, he smiled gently, no different from usual: "It's okay, brother was distracted just now." His tone was steady, "What did you say just now?"

Mingcheng straightened his lips, and said softly: "Brother, are you a little tired? What's the matter, let's talk about it later." He hurriedly finished this sentence, turned around and went back to the room, and said as he walked: "I haven't finished my painting yet, I'm going to retouch it first, brother, let's rest early."

The door was gently closed.

Ming Lou stood where he was, with an indistinguishable expression of joy and anger.

On the night of the drama performance, Mingcheng was about to go out with the finished painting, but was stopped by Minglou while changing his shoes. Minglou asked him, "Are you going to dress like this?"

Mingcheng looked at his shirt and trousers, and asked doubtfully, "Is there any problem?"

Ming Lou's face was horrified: "Go and change it, didn't you order a suit of clothes last time, and wear that."

"Brother, that's a tuxedo. I'm going to participate in a school drama club activity. As for wearing it like that?"

Ming Louban raised his face: "Will you go?"

Mingcheng said helplessly: "Okay, I'll listen to Big Brother, I'll change it." He took two steps and then backed up, "If I'm made fun of by Susan and the others at night, Big Brother won't want to eat braised pork for a month. "

The newspaper standing in front of Minglou's face suddenly trembled.

Mingcheng snorted and went back to his room to change clothes.

It was hard to get Mr. Ming to nod and let him go, but Mingcheng was blocked on the way to school.In fact, the school is not far from where they live, but there is only one road. Unfortunately, Mingcheng was stopped by the police. The police told him that there was a shooting incident on this road not long ago. Someone died, but the murderer After escaping, they need to temporarily close the road section to protect the scene.

When the road section was finally unblocked, Mingcheng glanced at the time and felt that even if he ran all the way, he was destined to be late, so he was not in a hurry. He took a walk with the painting and thought about it when he walked to the performance venue. He didn't enter through the main entrance. The door went around to the backstage lounge in a familiar way.

Next to the rest room is a small room dedicated to storing sundries. It is usually locked, but tonight it was opened a crack. On the ground, the lock seems to be broken.He walked over to pick it up, but the moment he squatted down, he felt that something was wrong, and subconsciously wanted to let it go.

Something hard pressed against his lower back.

Cylindrical in shape, the coldness of the metal can be felt even through the clothes.

gun.

Mingcheng remembered the shooting that happened on that road earlier.

"Don't make a sound."

His voice was very low, but Mingcheng immediately realized that it was a woman.

He raised his hand cooperatively, followed the opponent's movements and slowly retreated into the utility room, and at the same time closed the door again according to the opponent's order, and dragged a box to hold it against it.

The woman kept holding the gun up behind him, breathing lightly and sometimes heavily, and the smell of blood in the enclosed space was a bit thick, Mingcheng guessed that she had suffered inexplicable injuries, she must have fled here in desperation, and broke the lock He hid in, because he lost a lot of physical strength and didn't even finish the finishing work well, so he caught him.

Mingcheng didn't move, and said slowly: "I'm a student here. I was invited to watch a play. I wanted to wait for my classmates in the background because I came late. I didn't see your face just now. You probably also used In other words, if I walk out of here tonight, even if I meet face to face on the street, I won’t be able to recognize you.”

The woman did not speak.

Mingcheng continued: "You can kill me easily, but the show will end soon, and there will be many people coming backstage, and your whereabouts will soon be hidden. You can kill one or two people, But facing a large group of people, I’m afraid there’s nothing you can do, not to mention you’re still injured.”

"You can choose to stun me and escape by yourself, or you can choose to kill me, but this will probably alarm other people. Or, I know a small road that leads directly to the outside of the school. Usually there are few people and it is very dark. .”

The other party seemed to be laughing, with a hoarse voice: "I can also ask you to lead me out, and then kill you later."

The muscles on Mingcheng's back tensed slightly, but he still said calmly: "So I hope you can let me survive."

Silence fell in the small utility room.

The air became tense, the breathing became short of breath, and some water stains appeared on Mingcheng's forehead.

"Good courage."

The barrel is removed from the rear waist.

Mingcheng breathed a sigh of relief calmly, and still stood upright without looking back.

The woman seemed to be completely relaxed, she rested against the wall for a while, and even reached out to pick up his paintings: "What did you study? Painting?"

"Yes."

"Hmm... the color tone is very dark. I can't see that you are quite depressed inside. What is this painting?"

Mingcheng doesn't know why women are still in the mood to talk to him, but he can only answer questions.He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then slowly read: "I have already ordered my soldiers not to resist the provocation of the Japanese soldiers. Therefore, our army in the North Camp has ordered the collection of ordnance and stored it in the warehouse..."[1]

Suddenly, a voice came in from behind: "...the husband raises millions of soldiers, and when foreign aggression comes, he only flaunts non-resistance. Since the history of the world, there should have been no such people!"[2]

Mingcheng's jaw tightened suddenly.

"you……"

The woman smiled lightly, and suddenly asked him, "Do you know what drama is going on outside?"

Mingcheng said: "The work of Aeschylus, Prometheus bound."

The woman asked, "Do you like him?"

"Who?"

"Prometheus, the noblest saint and martyr in the history of philosophy."[3]

Mingcheng said: "I am willing to endure any doomed suffering with him."[4]

"Even if all he put into the hearts of men was blind hope?"[4]

Mingcheng said, "He brought the fire."

Unknowingly, the fear of danger and death that remained in his heart at the last moment gradually faded away during this question and answer. He heard the sound of his blood flowing in his body, slowly and peacefully. Little by little, the limbs are warmed.

At last, he felt the woman approaching, and the faint scent of iris lilies wafted from the tip of her hair, and said to him softly: "We will meet again, little guy, you are fine."

With a pain in the back of his neck, he fell into the darkness.

When Mingcheng woke up, Hermes gave the final warning on the stage, and he was the only one left in the utility room.He got up from the ground, pinched the back of his neck which was still sore, picked up the painting and walked out the door as if nothing had happened.Susan was elated after leaving the stage, but she didn't realize that he was not in the seat. Mingcheng was so happy that he didn't remind her, and handed over the painting in his hand.

"Dear Ming, you're so amazing!" Susan rushed forward to hug him, and was about to give him a kiss on the cheek, but Mingcheng quickly pushed her away: "Don't, don't, look at Benny, he's staring at me gone."

"Huh, I don't understand style." Susan laughed at his nervous appearance, and went back to appease her new boyfriend.Mingcheng greeted them and went out through the back door.

Under the tree outside the door, a familiar figure stood quietly.

Mingcheng stopped in surprise: "Brother?" He came back to his senses and ran over quickly, "Why are you here? Isn't there an exchange meeting tonight?"

"It's over, I'll drop by to pick you up." Minglou looked behind him, "How did the show go?"

Mingcheng lowered his head and smiled: "It's great."

"That's good." Minglou's eyes were gentle, and he stretched out his hand to gently hold his arm, "Then, shall we go home?"

"Okay, brother, let's go home."

Xiaoman, one waits for the bitter vegetables to show up, two waits for the grass to die, and three waits for the arrival of autumn wheat.

Those who are not proud but real are called talents, and when a hundred grains are ripe, they are in the autumn of wheat.

Those with thin branches and leaves will eventually die due to the wind and rain, but those who live in the sun will always be strong and firm, grow in adversity, and bloom in desperation.

[1] On September 1931, 9, a reporter from Ta Kung Pao visited Zhang (Xueliang).

[2] Editor-in-Chief of Ta Kung Pao Mr. Zhang Jiluan published an editorial.

[3] Marx's evaluation of Prometheus.

[4] Aeschylus "Prometheus Bound".

【Twelve】 Ear seeds

We have guests at home today.

Mingcheng erected the easel in the living room, looking serious about painting, but from the corner of his eyes, he kept staring at the closed door of Minglou, constantly guessing the identity of the visitor.

Minglou basically doesn't bring friends to his house. Although there are many people who admire him in school, it's strange that no one has ever come directly to the door like Susan pursued Mingcheng. Curious about the relationship between the visitor and Minglou, while worrying about the difficult standard of entertaining guests.

But Minglou didn't seem to care about this, he almost dragged that person into the house, and threw him on the sofa very roughly, even in front of Mingcheng, he pointed directly at the person's nose and said angrily :"you