[Lou Cheng] 24 solar terms

Back to Romeo and Juliet. "

Minglou said disappointedly: "No matter what she has done for Wang Fuqu these years, it is still disgraceful for me to approach her and the Wang family in this way."

"In our line of business, you can't be cleansed from the very beginning." Mingcheng sighed, patted his hand as a sign of comfort, "I'll stay with elder brother, no matter what."

Minglou took his hand into his palm and said softly, "Yes, fortunately, I still have you."

At the autumnal equinox, when the thunder starts to stop, when the second waits for the stinging insects, and when the third waits for the water to dry up.

The yin qi is getting stronger, and since then there is no thunder, insects and snakes live in hibernation, and everything is depressed, but it is still full of vitality, accumulating strength in silence, worrying about the future, and waiting for the future.

Fortunately, in the dry rut, there are still people by his side to help each other with him.

[twenty] cold dew

When Mingcheng entered the door, a vase flew towards him, he subconsciously took a few steps back, the vase hit his feet heavily and turned into a pile of fragments.

He raised his head and saw Minglou and Mingtai standing in the living room tensely, the whole room was in a mess, like a typhoon passing through, most of the things that were originally placed on the table and cabinet had become garbage on the ground.

Mingtai has grown a lot in the past two years. Seeing that he is on the same level as Minglou, it is rare for him to stand up straight today with his chin raised and glaring at Minglou.But Minglou, who has always been restrained, looks like he has taken gunpowder. Although his face is still as sinking as water, Mingcheng, who is familiar with him, can see that he is already standing on the verge of rage .

Both of them were in a fit of anger, and they didn't notice that Mingcheng had entered the house. Mingtai said angrily: "Why don't you let me go! I am a free adult with independent thinking ability. What kind of friends and what activities to participate in are all my own business! What right do you have to interfere with me!"

"Freedom?" Minglou laughed angrily. "You mean freedom to participate in workers' sit-in strikes? What freedom do you mean to shout all kinds of loud slogans with your hot-headed friends all day long? Immature college students who are cowhide, overconfident, and always devour each other[1] in the end, do you think you are really some kind of pioneers of salvation and great men of the times?"

Mingtai poked his neck: "Only in a collective can there be personal freedom [1], why can't I participate in various forms of collective activities? People are freed by the positive force that expresses their true personality [1], then What's wrong with me revealing my vitality through the necessary places of social activity!"

Mingcheng frowned.

"shut up!"

Minglou yelled angrily, the fundus of his eyes fluctuated violently a few times, he couldn't restrain himself from raising his hand, he was about to hit him hard.

Mingtai raised his face and closed his eyes, with a generous expression on his face, he said loudly: "Hit it! Hit it!"

"Big brother!"

Mingcheng rushed forward, raised his hand and grabbed Minglou's wrist, and looked at him anxiously: "Calm down, calm down, don't do anything, Mingtai is still young and ignorant, don't care about him like him. "

"Small?" Minglou sneered, and pointed to the Mingtai, "Didn't you hear what he said, he is already an adult who can think independently, is he still young?"

"That's right! I'm not a child, and I'm not ignorant. I know what I'm doing!" Mingtai pulled Mingcheng away and stood in front of Minglou, "Brother Ah Cheng, don't worry about it. I just want to argue with him about the big brother! Even if he really wants to kill me today, I will not give in!"

Mingcheng was so angry that he scolded Mingtai: "You are enough!" Turning around, he persuaded Minglou again: "Brother, you have often suffered from headaches recently, if you keep arguing with Mingtai, what should you do if it recurs? What can you do? Speak slowly, why do you have to do it?"

"Am I going to quarrel with him? Look at what this kid is doing, but you should ask him if he wants to kill himself or piss me off!"

"Brother, I know, I know, you go and rest for a while, I'll talk to Mingtai, okay?" Mingcheng said soft words, but the strength of his hands was not weak at all. Push up to the second floor and push into the room. As soon as the door is closed, he immediately takes out the key and locks the door from the outside.

He let out a sigh of relief, and then came downstairs.

Mingtai was still standing in the living room, with a tough look on his face, as if he was going all out.Seeing him walking down, without moving his eyes, he snorted coldly: "Brother Ah Cheng, you don't need to say anything, I know, you are always on the side of big brother."

Mingcheng sighed, found a clean place on the sofa to sit down, looked at him with his elbows propped up: "You, this straight temper really needs to be changed. In the future, not everyone will get used to it like family members when they enter the society. with you."

Mingtai turned his face away, and said indifferently: "Are you going to say that big brother is doing it for me again? Yes, I know, you are all doing it for my own good, and you are afraid that I will get hurt or that something will happen to me, but I am a grown man, and I don't want to be bullied all day long. How much sun and how much water to raise in the greenhouse is decided by others, and I also have my own ideals and responsibilities! I completely follow the path you arranged, and I don’t have any self-awareness, so what is the meaning of my existence? !"

Mingcheng said: "There are many ways to achieve the goal, why do you insist on injuring the enemy one thousand and self-inflicted eight hundred?" His tone was calm, completely ignoring Mingtai's anger, "Let's attack the enemy and kill people Punishment is to teach you to use it on the enemy, not to point the finger at your family."

"You also think I did something wrong? Shouldn't I have my own beliefs?"

"What is needed here is definitely not loud words, but rich knowledge [2]." Mingcheng looked at Mingtai, and seemed to see Shanghai many years ago through Mingtai. Dedicated to their careers and beliefs, some of them grew up in the struggle, some died in the struggle, some died well, and some died quietly.He remembered that someone once told him that it is useless to write a thousand words to the beasts, and that no matter how loud the slogan is under the gun, it is just a weak resistance.

"Mingtai." He stood up, took out a ticket from his coat pocket and handed it over, "Didn't you say last time that you want to go to Tours to study law? Go, I'll finish the formalities for you, and you go to sit in on it." Half a month."

Mingtai took it in a daze, and subconsciously glanced upstairs.

"Brother, I'll go and tell you, you can go anyway. But you have to promise me that no matter whether you plan to study law in the future, you must go to class honestly for this half month. No absenteeism is allowed, do you hear me?"

"But I still have to participate in a few days..."

"Man is born free, but he is in chains everywhere." Mingcheng said calmly, "Mingtai, the real law is the bible of people's freedom[1]."

He is not used to getting angry with Mingtai, and he always speaks calmly. Occasionally, Mingtai quarrels with him, and he thinks it is a punch to the cotton, which is quite boring, so he seldom confronts him.Although Mingtai was still angry at the moment, he looked at him, grabbed the ticket, and said angrily: "I can't say no to you anyway, just go! But I have to be clear, this doesn't mean I give up In short, I will not easily bow to evil forces."

Mingcheng patted him on the shoulder: "Understood, young master." When he was sent out, he still held him, sighed and pressed his collar for him, and said softly: "Don't blame big brother, he these days... I'm really tired. I know you probably don't want to hear it, but I have to say something. Mingtai, it's really unfair to you to make decisions for you in the name of your own good, but whether it's big brother, Eldest sister, it's still me, we... all really hope that your life will be safe and smooth, free from worries and fears."

"Brother Ah Cheng, I understand."

Mingtai said in a low voice, then lowered his head, blinked his eyes, and sniffed: "I'm leaving, you... apologize to brother for me, I didn't say that on purpose... I was out of breath for a while..." He looked away for a moment, then turned around in a hurry and walked out, raised his hand and waved it in the air a few times, "Bye, brother Ah Cheng."

"...bye, brother."

"Mingtai is gone?"

Mingcheng responded, walked over slowly, sat down beside Minglou, and asked worriedly, "Brother, are you okay?"

"It's nothing serious, but my head hurts a little." Minglou pressed his temple, stopped Mingcheng from getting the medicine, and frowned, "But I'll send this kid away anyway."

Mingcheng said: "It can only be avoided for a while now. After European countries have declared war on Germany one after another, the situation in Paris has become increasingly unstable. It may not be a long-term solution for Mingtai to stay here."

"The Paris government's raids and suppression of the French Communist Party are becoming more and more severe, but Mingtai is still participating in a peripheral reading club at this time, and even wants to apply to join the organization... It really takes the opportunity." Minglou pondered, " I will write a recommendation letter to the University of Hong Kong in a while, and when he comes back from Tours, let him go back to China to study."

Mingcheng nodded, thought for a while, and asked him: "Then... his application..."

"No approval." Minglou replied decisively, "This road is too dangerous, it's not enough to get us two involved, why do we have to drag Mingtai into the water? Don't worry, you are not ignorant of the young master's temper, 3 minutes The heat, when he returns to Hong Kong, he will soon forget these things."

"It's the two of us, and we're going to be busy next time."

Mingcheng asked him softly, "New mission?"

Minglou nodded, his eyes getting colder: "Wang Fuqu has sent you a letter, inviting you