Costume Mountains and Rivers

Shen Peinan's personality is cold and hard, but his lips are soft, this action made Mo Qinghe blush, he hastily looked away, and concealed: "Then...then why did you keep them, the one named Yu Qiao was not... "

Hearing this name, Shen Peinan's face turned gloomy for a while, and said in a deep voice, "Don't mention him."

Mo Qinghe didn't dare to speak anymore, Shen Peinan realized that he had broken the rare peace between the two, and sighed: "Yu Qiao is Japanese, so I can't stay, but surveillance inside the party state is a common practice, now that I know who is the spy Well, keeping them is far more useful than getting rid of them." He glanced at Mo Qinghe, "As long as you don't make trouble."

Mo Qinghe smiled embarrassedly. Seeing that Shen Peinan was very interested in talking, he plucked up his courage and asked, "So you have a different view from Wang Jingwei. You support war, right?"

When he asked this sentence, he didn't even care about the pain, leaning forward with both hands propped on the edge of the recliner.After a fight, he actually looked very embarrassed, but the anticipation in his eyes made Shen Peinan feel that Qing He was innocent and cute at this time, like a student who frequently asked questions to his husband.

After Shen Peinan bandaged the wound, he grabbed Mo Qinghe's ankle and put his feet together, patted his calf lightly, said not to step on the ground, moved his two legs to the recliner and laid them flat, sucking He took a puff of smoke and said, "No one supports war, but it is the duty of soldiers to defend the country. As long as the time is right, I will naturally go to the front line."

Mo Qinghe was satisfied, he thought, Shen Peinan is not a bad person, this time he had a reason to convince his brother, and then thought of the goal that Lao Yan said to instigate Shen Peinan, a new hope suddenly appeared in his heart.

Seeing Mo Qinghe in a daze, Shen Peinan said let's go, the old guy would be suspicious if it was too late.

Mo Qinghe jumped off the recliner and blurted out: "But the newspaper said that the government does not advocate resistance to Japan. When the time comes, they will sell China to the Japanese and make them traitors and subjugated slaves. What should you do?"

He didn't study much, and he could have been a teacher for a long time when it came to faith, but he was still an apprentice who could not be more junior when it came to politics. Almost all of his views on the current situation came from Mo Liuchu's black and white concept. The government, whether Wang faction or Jiang faction are "bad guys", comrades are "good guys", Mo Qinghe thinks that Shen Peinan is not bad, it's a pity to mix with bad guys.

Shen Peinan had seen Mo Qinghe's justice, and at this moment he had learned his ignorance. He sighed softly and said, "If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. There are indeed people in the party who take the opportunity to make money for the country, but no one really wants to be a traitor."

Mo Qinghe asked: "Then why don't you fight? There are leaflets all over the street, and every day they publicize that they have signed an agreement with the Japanese. Now not only the government has moved to Nanjing, but even the whole North China is going to be lost!"

Shen Peinan talked a lot and got tired of it, so he said coldly: "Sing well and sell your ass, don't imitate those students talking nonsense."

He turned around to leave, but Mo Qinghe didn't even care about being insulted because of the new knowledge, he chased after Shen Peinan shaking Shen Peinan's hand and begged: "Tell me, I haven't read a book, I don't understand these things Yes, you are the teacher, you tell me, and I will sing "Yutangchun" for you."

He waited anxiously, and seeing that Shen Peinan was unmoved, he added more weight: "I know all the delicious and fun things in Beiping, and you can't find them no matter how much you spend to keep them. I also know a lot of children who sing Huadan, They are lively and playful, and some people name them to praise them, but there is no way to do it."

Shen Peinan looked at the child following behind her, and couldn't laugh or cry. He is the most typical floating life who rarely has half a day off. Stubbornness caused a lot of trouble, if it wasn't for the fact that he was shot, he would have thrown Mo Qinghe out long ago.

He didn't want to waste time and cause trouble for himself, but the little Que'er in pajamas with thin shoulders was sitting upright waiting to listen to the learning, with thick eyelashes surrounding a pair of clear water eyes, Shen Peinan smelled the smell of sugar-coated shells, the enemy was too powerful , He suddenly couldn't hold back.

Shen Peinan sighed and was defeated.

Sitting cross-legged on a recliner, Mo Qinghe fulfilled his wish. For the first time, he heard a completely different political opinion from a real Kuomintang population. He knew about the former Tongmenghui, the Guangzhou Uprising, the 72 martyrs in Huanghuagang, and the vigorous Northern Expedition. In exchange for national unity.

The stories and beliefs of these people are too far away from him. At that time, he was not hungry all day long, and he was sold to the theater to smooth things over and memorize the operas. He never knew that in the far south, many rich young men in brocade clothes gave up their ancestral property , Selling the ancestral house, leaving the charming cheongsam woman at home, fighting for the new Republic of China all his life; I don’t know that in places called Europe, America and Nanyang, countless righteous men transported a large amount of foreign currency, gold bars and silver dollars back to China, just for the words of equality and freedom.

Many of them are capitalists, moths who specialize in exploiting the poor, but Mo Qinghe doesn't understand, why are they different from what the senior brother said?

"The headmaster doesn't fight now because he firmly believes that fighting against the outside world must first secure the inside. He rashly declared war before the Communist bandits were completely wiped out. The fisherman's profit is the gang of mud legs who fled to the northwest. We can't finish the fight against the Japanese. When we look back, the entire Republic of China has been reformed." number." Shen Peinan flicked the cigarette ash, "As for the traitor Wang Jingwei you mentioned, he really thinks that China has no foreign aid from Europe and the United States, no military supplies and food supplies inside, and no chance of winning. A direct confrontation will only lead to suffering for the people, so he is thinking of using peaceful negotiations. Buy a safe."

"Japan sent Yoshiko Kawashima to Nanjing to discuss the common prosperity of Greater East Asia, and proposed that as long as the party-state supports Manchuria and wipes out the Communist Party, they will withdraw from China within two years. Zhaoming and others are very shaken by this."

Mo Qinghe muttered cowardly rather angrily, but Shen Peinan did not refute him, and said indifferently: "Ten years ago, he regarded autocracy and corruption as his great enemy. He was once imprisoned for assassinating the Qing court Zaifeng, and wrote the song "Song of Generosity" in prison. Yanshi, be a prisoner of Chu calmly. You can make a quick move with a sword and live up to the boy's head."

Mo Qinghe's eyes widened. He really couldn't connect the hot-blooded man in the story with the now-reviled "Diplomat for Charming Japan", even though he had a grandiose reason.

"Do you agree with him?" Mo Qinghe asked Shen Peinan with her head tilted.

"False." Shen Peinan was very straightforward, "Wonu rogues, who don't eat fat that reaches their mouths, are they wolves? The so-called co-prosperity of Greater East Asia is just an excuse for colonization."

"In the play, the red-faced ones are loyal ministers, and the white-faced ones are traitors. It is clear at a glance who is who. The political situation is far more complicated than that of Beijing opera. History has been dominated by kings and losers. No one knows whether the tombstones of soldiers will be sacrificed or reviled decades later. But success or failure, people of faith deserve respect."

Mo Qinghe was satisfied when he heard it. He even admired Shen Peinan for a moment, but when he thought of the comrades who died on the Long March, he suppressed this emotion full of guilt, shook his head and said: "I also know some People, some big people like you, but they only eat, play cards, go to the dance hall, and receive gold bars with Kunling, no one will say these things."

Shen Peinan glanced at him in surprise: "Didn't I also eat and play cards every day, so bringing you back is not a joke?"

Mo Qinghe was taken aback, he suddenly understood, pushed Shen Peinan hard, and shouted: "You ran to Beiping to hide your leisure, you just want them to see that you are not doing your job properly, you use me as a cover! There is also that kind of Thing, that kind of thing... You know that there is a bug in the house, but you just want Uncle Liu to hear it!"

Shen Peinan couldn't help laughing, he put his arms around Mo Qinghe's waist, and said cheerfully: "Little Que'er is so smart, since some people are busy suppressing bandits and others are busy negotiating peace, I don't want to get involved. You little bird for fun."

Mo Qinghe thought that her voice on the bed was being monitored, her face turned red to her ears, and she punched him hard in the chest. After thinking for a long time, she only cursed: "Bandits!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The two looked at each other, and their expressions changed.

Old Liu's voice sounded from outside the door: "Master, just teach me a few lessons. You can't leave any excuses at this juncture!"

Qing He still hooked Shen Peinan's neck with one hand, glanced at the door, frowned and said: "Why is he so arrogant?"

Shen Peinan shook his head: "He has already seen that I was on guard against him, it's just that I didn't pierce him."

Mo Qinghe thought to himself, they stayed in there for too long, and Shen Peinan didn't choose any other place, but took him to the only room without a bug. If there is no suitable reason, it is equivalent to clearly declaring to Lao Liu, "You have been exposed. ".Mo Qinghe knew better than anyone else that if the "nail" was pulled out, the Secret Service would quickly withdraw Lao Liu and dispatch new secret agents. By then, Shen Peinan must be quite passive.

In other words, I will be more passive, at least Lao Liu trusts him very much now, and when a newcomer arrives, both he and Shen Peinan can only look dark.

Mo Qinghe stared at the bandage on his calf, and his brain quickly made up a credible reason. As soon as he had an idea in his mind, Shen Peinan suddenly pulled him up to his nose, and threatened, "I can't say a single word of what I said just now. Let me see what you and Lao Liu are whispering in private, my people have eyes, but guns don't have eyes, do you hear me?"

Mo Qinghe didn't answer, she groped for his coat pocket several times, took out his pocket watch, glanced at it, and said softly, "It's about the same time."

He quickly unbuttoned his pajamas, exposing his bare chest, and peeled off Shen Peinan's shirt. Seeing that he was still in a daze, he patted his face lightly, and said with a smile: "Take off your clothes, we two are still locked up here." What can be done, is it to discuss the current situation?"

After finishing speaking, he gave him a wink, quite charmingly: "I couldn't understand what you said, and I didn't remember a single word."

Shen Peinan immediately understood, gritted her teeth and scolded the little bastard, released the belt buckle with a click, and took off her shirt again.

The knocking on the door outside became louder and louder, Shen Peinan felt irritable, pulled his hands hard, and the last four buttons of his shirt were all undone and fell to the floor.

He crumpled his shirt and threw it into the bathtub. With his upper body bare, he reached out to caress Mo Qinghe's face.

Qing He was actually afraid of seeing him, Shen Peinan's body was too muscular and full of murderous intent, even the most hardworking martial arts students didn't have his good muscles, his whole body was as sharp as a knife, or his body was like a knife, and his military uniform was The sheath, trapped for too long, finally saw the light, and couldn't wait to drink blood.

This kind of masculinity makes Mo Qinghe have a strange sense of confusion, as if he is really Du Liniang and Lin Daiyu. He shyly said a word to Xiaosheng on the stage, but when he got off the stage, he was severely beaten by a strong and rude man. Entering, the audience cleared the venue, the room was empty, and the suppressed moan was the best singing style.

Seeing Qing He in a daze, Shen Peinan poked his face with his fingers: "You don't need to do it, just pretend."