Costume Mountains and Rivers

Shen Peinan put down his chopsticks, rubbed the back of Qinghe's neck with the back of his hand, and said softly, "It's like home, right?"

Mo Qinghe turned her head to the side to prevent him from paying attention to her red eye sockets, and nodded vigorously twice.

Shen Peinan took out a snow-white handkerchief, and wiped the corners of Mo Qinghe's mouth very carefully: "I had a good year like this. That year the northeast fell, and the war in the south eased. I rented a small Chinese-style courtyard in Suzhou to hide." Quiet, I met Yuqiao. In early summer, there is a lot of rain, and the white camellia blooms well. He always sits in the pavilion on rainy days, holding a pipa and singing Suzhou Pingtan."

"At that time we sat and ate like this every day, listening to music and talking about current affairs." Shen Peinan shook his head, as if he heard a clank and Congcong sound of a pipa coming from afar. He remembered the house he lived in when he was a child, with layers of eaves And the rockery, people like swimming fish, father Xinna's concubine leaning on the green pillar, humming a little song to tease the hibiscus bird, the good time in the late Qing Dynasty.

It was always difficult for Mo Qinghe to correlate Shen Peinan's information with himself, because he really didn't have the softness of a big family in the south of the Yangtze River. Hearing him say it personally, it still feels strange that he can't tell.

He was the youngest boy in his family at that time, and he was raised as a domineering and domineering boy. Later, in order to strengthen his health, he went to Shaolin to practice martial arts for several years. The bully screamed.Fifteen was sent abroad, and after five years of leaving, he turned around and saw the warlords fighting, and half of China was ignited with gunpowder, so he joined the Kuomintang with all his heart. After ten years of killing and killing, he first pacified the warlords, and then handed over to the Communist Party. , until the blood and fire ground the arrogance in his temperament into a gangster, and he was so cold as iron that he could swallow half a catty of burning knives mixed with blood in one breath.

On the battlefield, stray bullets fly and artillery fire roars. In the trenches, he wears the same torn military uniform as the soldiers. His eyebrows and eyelashes are covered with hoarfrost. He waits for the dawn with his hands clasped. His eyes are full of the broken limbs of his brothers. It is impossible to tell whose broken leg is which. brains.

Until you have a small courtyard in the south, a boy holding a pipa and a corridor of budding camellias.

"Four years after he left, I dreamed every day. First, the shells, the bloody faces of the brothers who died on the battlefield, and then Yu Qiao, whose faces were unrecognizable. I told him where I went and what battles I fought. Said that he wanted to eat the steamed chicken he made, but he didn't answer, just smiled with his eyes bent, and then I remembered that he was dead, I beheaded him as a sacrifice to my brother, and threw his body into a mass grave with a grave nothing."

"It's strange to say that I didn't love him very much when he was alive, but now I always think of the small courtyard I lived in that year. It was very peaceful, but it's a pity it's gone forever."

Mo Qinghe listened silently, and from time to time lowered his head and took a sip of hot tea. For the first time, he saw something similar to sadness in Shen Peinan's eyes, but it was so fleeting that he suspected it was the illusion of the shadow of the lamp.

Seeing that Mo Qinghe was in a daze, Shen Peinan took a sip from the teacup in his hand, ordered to eat noodles, Mo Qinghe came back to his senses, gobbled the remaining half bowl of noodles into his stomach, his The appearance of eating and the appearance of the play have always been very inconsistent, like a real big boy, with his back arched, and the noodles are full of vitality.

Mo Qinghe was really hungry. She didn't let go of the last two peanuts and swept them into her stomach. Then she pushed the bowl forward with satisfaction.

Shen Peinan thought he was cute, and put his arms around Qing He's warm body: "Are you full?"

Mo Qinghe nodded, he was still thinking about what he said just now, and his expression was a little dazed.Shen Peinan laughed, and pinched the back of his neck vigorously: "I didn't make it for you for nothing, you go and prepare it, I will sleep with you tonight."

Qing He agreed, jumped out of bed and sent Lao Liu to clean up the dishes, fetched water and squeezed toothpaste as usual, waited for Shen Peinan to wash, fetched his usual pillow from his room, patted it soft before putting it on the bed.

Shen Peinan was wearing a black nightgown covered with small bamboo leaves, leaning on the bedside to read a magazine, while Mo Qinghe stripped herself naked and got into his bed.

In order to prepare for the meeting with Kawada, Shen Peinan was so busy for more than a week that he didn't care about it. At this moment, he finally had some leisure, and after a long time, he smelled the fleshy and human scent of Qinghe's body, and he quickly became aroused. Responding, she threw the magazine in her hand to hug him, the hard and hot thing biting the heel of his leg.

Mo Qinghe was not in a hurry, but was also afraid that he would be in a hurry, so he slowly put his head on Shen Peinan's chest, and rubbed him between his thighs.

Although Qing He is supple and fair, his body is actually a man's skeleton. Compared with the girl's warmth and softness, he is more like a heavy and muscular big snake. Shen Peinan held him in his arms, thinking of the inside of him Tight and warm, the hard and hot strip below is almost on fire, and I can't wait to send it to his asshole.

Shen Peinan held Mo Qinghe's shoulders with both hands, breathed hot breath into his ears, and whispered: "Turn around, don't move around."

Mo Qinghe was suddenly reluctant to end such a peaceful night, pushed his hand away, maintained a snuggling posture, but held his stiff body under the quilt, and slowly moved up and down.Seeing that Shen Peinan was in a good mood, he couldn't help but boldly asked: "Will you listen to me today?"

Shen Peinan closed his eyes to enjoy, opened them a little, and said lazily, "Why should I listen to you?"

Qing He made an inch of it, turned over, kissed Shen Peinan's chest, her eyes sparkled: "You don't like me, you threw me out in the rain, if you don't hurt me now, I've lost all hope. "

Shen Peinan heard what he said was pitiful, snorted through his nose, and scolded the little bitch, but there was warmth in his eyes.

Mo Qinghe rubbed her forehead on his arm like a kitten: "I was sold to the theater by my mother when I was five years old. I remember that my mother was beautiful and well-dressed. Maybe it's because being a kiln sister can't raise boys. , is to be someone’s aunt, steal someone to have a bastard, anyway, I don’t have such a good background as you, so you can scold me, I will admit it.”

He suddenly accelerated the speed of his hands, and Shen Peinan gasped a few times because of his excitement, and pinched Mo Qinghe's waist uncontrollably, Qinghe raised her head and kissed him for a while, then reached out and turned off the bedside lamp.

The bedroom was plunged into darkness, and the play in the quilt became more and more intense. The two people's panting was mixed with the sound of rain hitting the sycamore trees outside the window. Taking advantage of the sudden ambiguity, Mo Qinghe leaned into Shen Peinan's ear and asked, "Yu Qiao lied to me. Don't you hate him?"

Shen Peinan was tortured by the hand in his crotch and went crazy. He only wanted to press Mo Qinghe under his body and fuck him hard, but he agreed to him, so he had no choice but to suppress his anger: "There is no body left, and there is no revenge. Enough is enough, if one day I die on the battlefield, this little memory is the only good thing, so why would I hate it.”

The kung fu in Mo Qinghe's hands was so perfect that Shen Peinan couldn't bear it, and let out a muffled groan. Qinghe turned over and straddled him, stepped back, lowered her head, sucked the hard heat into her mouth, sucked it for a while, and pressed it with her thumb. Seeing the throbbing veins on it, he leaned forward again in front of Shen Peinan, and said seriously: "I don't like your pessimistic remarks. Although there are wars everywhere now, you can't keep fighting. If you like someone to eat and talk with, wait Peace is over, I will accompany you every day until you marry a wife and have a son."

He was doing the filthiest things, but his eyes were full of clean conviction, as if victory was at hand, as easy as going out to buy a newspaper.Shen Peinan was infected by his vigor, and Yu Zhizhi wanted to talk to him for a while, but the angry python-like thing in his crotch was not obedient, and he only went crazy thinking about Mo Qinghe's firm butt.

Like flipping a rabbit with a bear's paw, he bullied himself onto it, looking at Qing He's eyes with dark eyes: "Shut your upper mouth tightly, and open the lower mouth for me, if you don't hit me for a day, You are really going to go to the house to expose the tiles!"

"Even if you hit me three times a day, I will go to the house to expose the roof tiles of your house." Mo Qinghe didn't care, spread her thighs and wrapped them around Shen Peinan's waist, dipped her fingers in oil and stretched them, and asked him: "The last sentence , Is Yu Qiao much more sensible than me, he is a little Japanese, what's so good about him?"

Shen Peinan wanted to sew his mouth up with a needle and thread immediately, and immediately covered Mo Qinghe's face with a soft pillow, and couldn't bear it anymore and said: "He is a secret agent, he knows a lot, unlike you, a little idiot who only knows how to talk back in operas." , don’t you want to learn everything? Tomorrow I’ll send you to the school. You will be in charge of the account book and the keys to the study. You can study during the day and settle the accounts at night. !"

Mo Qinghe's wish came true, and he wanted to thank him politely, but Shen Peinan drove straight in without warning, and just rubbed against the sensitive part of his body, his whole body was electrified, and he grunted while biting his fist.

Shen Peinan was going crazy with thirst, exerted all her strength, held down Mo Qinghe's shoulder and stabbed it in, the twisting was infinitely fun, Mo Qinghe felt comfortable and uncomfortable being pushed by him, her body was like a lying silkworm, following his body The movement kept arching forward, and finally let the head hit hard on the bedpost, and there was nowhere to escape.

Shen Peinan heard the muffled sound, worried that the impact would be severe, and hurriedly retreated, Mo Qinghe was getting better, and realized that he was about to withdraw, hurriedly clamped his body and tried his best to hold him back, hanging his arms around his neck to meet him, while lamenting that the pain is all gone, Although he was still rude and emotionless, he was finally able to relax for a while.

Mo Qinghe looks like a teenager from his face to his figure and even his crotch, but he is indeed a 20-year-old boy, his body and desires are in their prime, first delayed by a gunshot wound, and later by Shen Peinan's brutal intimidation He was dying, but this night was actually the first satisfaction he had suppressed for several months. His hands were covered with his own turbidity, and he spent half the night happily with Shen Peinan.

Between the pain and the pleasure, he discovered the fact that Shen Peinan didn't want to take care of others on the bed, he really couldn't, Mo Qinghe murmured to ask him to treat him better, and this stupid man went into it desperately, Qing He, who was in pain several times, fell straight down on the way to the summit.

Mo Qinghe thinks it makes sense, everyone with him is an actor, acting is a special skill, even if Shen Peinan is lying still, they can act in a high-spirited way, as time goes by, how does Hades know that others also need to please, always why does he come, No matter what others say.

Shen Peinan felt relieved, and fell asleep in a blink of an eye. Mo Qinghe leaned on his arm, and didn't feel wronged by being ignored. Instead, she had the idea of ​​teasing him. Stop acting completely, and show him once, so as to mock his embarrassment.

He turned sideways and kissed Shen Peinan's sweaty forehead, and then fell asleep.

Shen Peinan didn't break his promise. The next day, he contacted several leaders of the National Peking University who were able to speak, and asked for a seat to sit in. The school specially sent a student from the Department of Philosophy to visit the Zhou Mansion, and asked Mo Qing on the spot Seeing that He's homework is so poor, he is like a peacock with its tail open, and can't help talking.

Although Shen Peinan is now a soldier and bandit, but he came from a family of poets and ceremonies, and he has studied in a serious manner. When he was abroad, because he had the heart of saving the country, his grades were excellent. He always laughed when he saw the student spitting all over the place.

Mo Qinghe couldn't understand his attitude, he was busy trying to please the new master, he was so happy that he almost danced in circles at home, seeing Shen Peinan's mocking face all the time, he felt that he was in the way, after a few indirect attacks to no avail, he slammed the door on the spot kicked him out of the study.

Shen Peinan shook his hands and walked to the stairs, he couldn't hold back any longer, and smiled heartily with a cigarette in his hand.

After this contact, Mo Qinghe got a special pass. As long as he doesn't come in late or leave early, and doesn't disturb the discipline, he can attend lectures at will regardless of major, because his foundation is limited and he doesn't need to complete the thesis.Shen Peinan strongly hoped that he could learn something and avoid causing trouble for himself, so he supported him and sent a car to pick him up sooner or later. In this way, except for some radical students in the school who uttered bad words, Mo Qinghe's life can be called complete. He seemed to have found a way out from the darkness, and he returned to the ocean like a fish. More importantly, the school had established a Communist Party branch in an upright manner, and he could use the most convenient and serious reason to contact the organization.

After living a leisurely life for two consecutive weeks, Mo Qinghe heard a news from home that Japanese Lieutenant General Fujiwara will secretly visit Beiping to meet Shen Peinan in the near future. Naturally, his confidant Hisashi Kawata will also be present.Due to the insufficient number of Japanese gendarmerie, the security issue will be personally taken care of by Dai Changming, director of the Peiping Patrol Bureau, and Shen Peinan, who has gained the trust of Japan.

It was mid-July, and the sunset was slowly setting, coating the surface of Kunming Lake in the Summer Palace with a golden layer. Mo Qinghe was wearing a white bamboo cloth gown, and his new friend, that is, the new upline, Li Mosheng from the Faculty of Arts, was alone. A history of literature, standing side by side in the shade of the willow trees by the lake, the evening wind blows up the thin lotus waves, and the chirping of magpies covers up their low voice of discussion.

Mo Qinghe's knees were leaning against a large bluestone. Sitting on the stone was a straight young man with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. His shoulders were broad and his body was thin. Mo Qinghe knew him very well, and he pressed his hands when he spoke. On his shoulders, he rubbed his short hair with his fingers from time to time, and this young man was exactly Mo Liuchu who had been silent in Liyuanxing for a while.

The three beautiful youths looked serious, and they were carefully setting up a black net full of murderous intent for this meeting in advance, and Fujiwara, who was traveling secretly, was a fat fish jumping around in the net.