Costume Mountains and Rivers

Mo Qinghe was like brown sugar, stuck in his arms and couldn't be pulled off, Shen Peinan had no choice but to drag him back to the blue stone bench, pressed his shoulders and took a step back, Qinghe suddenly saw the light , raised his arms to cover his face tightly, he was embarrassed by what he said just now.

Shen Peinan didn't give him a chance to hide, pulled his arms away with both hands, leaned over and said, "There's nothing to worry about. It's useless to have a good reputation. It's true how many things you have done. In a few days, newspapers will be overwhelmingly publishing Shen Peinan. If the news that a certain Japanese person was invited to watch a play really aroused those gangsters to verbal criticism, it would be a new wave of resistance against Japan." He laughed at himself, "My achievements have been greatly improved."

Mo Qinghe tilted her head to think about Shen Peinan's words, and a strange feeling rose up, like pity and reverence, slowly filling her entire chest.

He caressed the sleeve of Shen Peinan's military uniform, pinching a golden button of the cuff with his thumb and forefinger, he suddenly realized that he was no longer afraid of Shen Peinan, Qinghe raised his head, and in front of him was the sharp face with a slightly wider nose, and he greeted Looking at the other party's firm gaze, he saw the man in front of him thoroughly from the inside out.

As if washed away, the panic, hesitation, and hypocrisy that had lingered for several months disappeared without a trace. Mo Qinghe completely recovered from the nervous anxiety, and he became the calm and gentle Boss Mo when we first met.Seeing that Shen Peinan was still waiting for his reply, Qing He put a finger in front of his lips, as if whispering, and said softly: "General, I am in awe of you."

Shen Peinan hugged Qinghe vigorously, lowered her head and kissed his fluffy and clean hair: "Think about the drama carefully, and come to the living room to find me if you want to, if you don't want to, go through the corner door of the garden and take the nearest A train leaves Peiping."

Mo Qinghe didn't answer directly, he stared silently at the gap between the tiles, his thick and slender eyelashes hung down like two leaves of acacia, just when Shen Peinan was about to turn around, Qinghe suddenly said: "Give me a cigarette. "

Shen Peinan was stunned: "Do you know how to smoke?"

Knowing Shen Peinan's habits, Mo Qinghe directly took out the silver box from his jacket pocket, rolled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth deftly, and stretched out his hand and gestured twice with his thumb, signaling for a fire.

Shen Peinan looked at him, and suddenly had a strange feeling of communicating with friends. He took out the gold-plated lighter and handed it over. Mo Qinghe unceremoniously lowered his head and approached the jumping flames, took a deep puff of the cigarette, Smoke came out from two slightly parted soft lips.

The weight he lost due to gunshot wounds has completely recovered after recent recuperation, but his complexion, which was whitened in the hospital, has been preserved. At this time, he looks very beautiful and modern, with fair skin and a crisp grid Short-sleeved shirt and pearl gray shorts. Although he is not tall, he looks very tall because of his well-proportioned figure. He looks like a rich young man who is studying in university. If he chooses a hat carefully, he can take pictures of cigarette advertisements.

However, before Shen Peinan could appreciate Mo Qinghe's Western-style attire, the little bird suddenly revealed his secrets. He was choked by the smoke and coughed violently. The nicotine smoke made his brain unusually clear, but his lungs and stomach were screaming in pain , he bowed his waist, and was forced to cry by coughing and vomiting.

Shen Peinan quickly snatched the cigarettes. Normally, he would have ridiculed him with the most unkind words, but at this moment he almost forgot that Mo Qinghe was his little actor, so he hurriedly held back his smile and patted him. back.

With tears choked by the smoke in Mo Qinghe's eyes, she looked back at Shen Peinan sadly, and muttered something while coughing.

Shen Peinan didn't hear clearly, so she didn't answer, but still beat Mo Qinghe's back vigorously, Qinghe waved her hand to stop him, and raised her voice.

"I'll sing." Mo Qinghe said: "You go and hire the best music troupe and extras, and set all the costumes with electro-optic films for me. I want to show the little Japan a good job, let them open their eyes and see, we What the hell is Liyuan!"

Mo Qinghe took the half cigarette from Shen Peinan's hand, suppressed the discomfort and smoked it in one gulp, then let out a long breath and calmed down.He snuggled into Shen Peinan's arms, enjoying the last freedom and self-esteem, but his brain was constantly thinking, and he conceived a plan, an assassination operation that paid a lot but gained even more.

When Kawata Nakazuo was full of wine and food, he was very relieved when he got Mo Qinghe's answer. He had expected that all the officers present, including Shen Peinan, had long held grudges against the "all activities against the sun" jointly issued by Wang and Jiang last year. However, he dared not speak out, and thus developed a strong sense of superiority. After drinking four taels of sake, he felt very excited, waved his chopsticks, and sang a Japanese folk song to everyone in a well-tuned tone.

To be honest, he looked down on the Chinese people. In the early years in the Northeast battlefield, no matter the Communist Party, the Kuomintang, local warlords or bandits, once they were captured, they would all turn into rotten persimmons within a few tortures. They were tall, tattered, and black-faced. And Ma, with a typical mound and eight faces, is very ugly in blood and mud.

Kawada prided himself on his style, and was not interested in the submission of these soldiers, but when Mo Qinghe brought him a drink and asked him what he wanted to hear, Kawada couldn't help but feel complacent. He felt the joy of a conqueror. He stared at Mo Qinghe's slender neck and white fingers, and really wanted to rub them carefully, but Shen Peinan was staring at Mo Qinghe's side, which was a little in the way.

Shen Peinan can't be called a gentle lover at all, he handles Mo Qinghe like pinching a kitten, dragging him here for a while, dragging him there for a while, and he doesn't let him interrupt at all when everyone is talking, as if he doesn't appreciate it at all. beauty potential.Even so, Mo Qinghe still leaned against Shen Peinan whenever he had a chance, looking at him with admiration in his eyes. Chuantian saw it, and felt very unworthy for Mo Qinghe.

He heard that Mo Qinghe's kunqiang skills are excellent, so he ordered "The Story of the West Chamber" first. There is a reason for this. To win love, he brought five thousand soldiers to try to rob Yingying to become Mrs. Yazhai. Zhang Sheng was brave and resourceful, and finally rescued the beauty.

Kawata is resting on the sofa. The more he thinks about it, the more he feels that he is familiar with the cultures of China and Japan. He can be called refined, with meticulous thick eyebrows and a mustache. Cui Yingying is a wonderful person, but as for the burly and bad-tempered Shen Peinan, he is a damned traitor Sun Feihu.

In the play, Zhang Sheng repelled the rebel soldiers and won the heart of the beauty. In reality, he conquered Shen Peinan, who was rumored to be indifferent, without a single soldier. Mo Qinghe, as Cui Yingying, should naturally remarry.

Kawata was very proud, and in his heart he peeled the charming and charming Mo Qinghe like an onion. He actually knows the tenderness of Japanese women well, and he doesn't love men, but when men from the enemy country pretend to be women, Qiao Zhang Acting to please himself gave him great satisfaction.He fantasized about a scene where Qinghe's head is full of beaded flowers, light makeup is heavily applied, skirts and jackets are taken off one by one, leaving only a messy water jacket half untied, and a pair of slender white legs stretched apart. This scene is enough to make people feel Happy, as for the next thing, he has no desire at all.

In the blink of an eye, Kawata has already started to worry about what he should do if Mo Qinghe falls in love with him completely and wants to follow him back to Japan. Throw it to Shen Peinan, lest my friends laugh at me for being entangled with the Chinese actor.

In such sweet melancholy, he drew up an invitation telegram to Lieutenant General Fujiwara Keiichi of the Japanese Army, and asked his adjutant to send it out on the spot.

"The Romance of the West Chamber" has five volumes with 21 excerpts. Since Kawada didn't know it very well, Mo Qinghe selected a few excerpts for him, and added a Mei school classic, the drunken concubine, to finalize the playlist.

Le Guile, Kawata still didn't dare to let Lieutenant General Fujiwara know about the matter of gathering people to listen to the opera, so on the second day of Shen Peinan's treat, he booked a place on the first stage and invited more than ten most confidantes Subordinates and friends closed their doors to enjoy the demeanor of Mo Qinghe, a famous Peking Opera actress.

The weather was gloomy and a torrential rain was brewing. This bitter and hot place in Beiping was like the yellow plum sky in the south. Everyone was covered in hot sweat, eager to stick out their tongues, and panted like a dog.

From nine o'clock in the morning, the big stage, which is usually used for singing and dancing, put up a temporary closure sign, and even the street outside the entrance was unusually quiet, and all the rickshaw drivers were expelled. The Japanese soldiers in black military boots were in charge of the security work at the scene, and they were so strict that not even a fly could fly in.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Shen Peinan's private car was parked at the entrance of the big stage. Mo Qinghe, dressed in a light-colored suit and tie, with oily hair and noodles, got out of the car and followed Shen Peinan in military uniform all the way through the heavily guarded front yard. Enter the main hall.

The Western-style decoration of the big stage is resplendent and resplendent. The steps and floors are covered with red carpets, and it is silent to step on. In the hall, several small and exquisite women in kimonos are talking with Japanese officers on their arms. Mo Qinghe is very surprised by their costumes, thinking Such a small person, wrapped in such a complicated and heavy dress, looks like a group of white puppets.

Mo Qinghe put her hand on Shen Peinan's arm proudly, and the two walked slowly through the empty hall like a couple of gods and gods, looking at each other from time to time, as if falling in love, and didn't care about the Japanese around them.

Both of them looked very decent, like movie stars in Shanghai at this time, smiling at the passing Japanese military officers and talking softly at the same time.

Mo Qinghe: "You said we threw two bombs here, turned around and ran away, can they catch us?"

Shen Peinan: "You are a rabbit that runs fast, try it."

Mo Qinghe sighed: "I really want to come here. I went out to buy dried apricots yesterday. I walked around for a long time, but I couldn't find any place to sell bombs. I wasted a good opportunity."

A Japanese woman with a very pale complexion nodded to them not far away, Shen Peinan stopped and saluted her back, Mo Qinghe felt a little sour, and hummed: "I'm not ashamed, my man is beside me, Dare to wink at you."