Costume Mountains and Rivers

The night wind in the evening faded away the remaining heat, and the lake surface was as calm as a mirror, reflecting the crimson fire clouds day by day.

Before the sun completely set on the ground, the three of them discussed several countermeasures for the assassination of Fujiwara. Li Mosheng proposed to install a small bomb in the car Fujiwara was riding in. Mo Liuchu was very angry because Kawata forced Mo Qinghe to sing. Give the Japanese military a little color, and propose to hire a few desperadoes, set up an ambush in the hotel where Fujiwara stayed, and kill the representatives participating in the meeting in the dead of night.However, Mo Qinghe thought for a long time, and rejected both of their suggestions. He thought that these methods were not strong enough. Only by catching current criminals could he use the news and public opinion to expose the traitorous face of the peace talkers again and again.

There was a bunch of jingling copper keys pinned to his waist. With these, he was confident that he would be able to obtain information such as the time and place of the meeting between the two parties.

Li Mosheng is a quiet young man. His appearance is full of the characteristics of Hokkien people, with deep eye sockets, high cheekbones, natural healthy brown skin, and prickly hair, shaved like a fresh red bayberry.At this moment, he was seriously participating in the discussion, but his Peking speech was so characteristic of the south that even if he frowned his thick black eyebrows, Mo Qinghe couldn't help but want to laugh when he sped up his speech.

Li Mosheng was quite apprehensive about Mo Qinghe's plan. He grabbed a poplar branch and scratched at the sandy spot by the lake, hesitantly said: "If they meet at a hotel, as long as they obtain security information in advance, they can indeed take advantage of the loopholes in the defense." , sent killers to infiltrate the hotel, but Mr. Shen is cautious, and if information such as the specific time of the meeting is leaked, he will inevitably suspect Qing He."

He had already known Shen Peinan's character in Mo Qinghe's statement, so he respectfully called Mr. Shen, this title made Mo Liuchu feel disgusted for no reason, and covered it up with his glasses.

Mo Qinghe quickly said: "He will definitely suspect that, except for the Japanese, he will not be able to get involved. Dai Changming's people, his subordinates, anyone who may have access to information will be thoroughly investigated, including me. "

"The person who did this is a 'patriotic righteous man', an 'underground party' who they think is elusive. I have a way to make him find no clues from me."

He had indeed thought of a countermeasure long ago. Of the three bullets, one would go straight through Fujiwara's eyebrows, one would go straight through his chest, and the last one would hit Shen Peinan's body, expressing extreme dissatisfaction with both sides of the peace talks. illusion.This kind of tactic of hurting one thousand enemies and self-defeating eight hundred is what he learned from Shen Peinan himself. For the ultimate goal, reputation, and even life can be sacrificed.

The breeze was blowing, and the thick green willow branches brushed against his cheeks. Mo Qinghe grabbed one of them, pinched a few tender green leaves and rubbed them in the palm of his hand. A blush appeared on his face for no reason. He whispered: "He knows that I Trust him, worship him, he even thinks that I... I love him, the one who hurts his body will definitely not be me."

Mo Liuchu raised his head abruptly, and took a deep look at Mo Qinghe, but Qinghe put his right hand tightly on his shoulder, as if imperceptibly begging him to believe in himself, Mo Liuchu temporarily suppressed the questioning words .

Li Mosheng nodded. He was born in a farming family in southern Fujian. He was quite embarrassed by Mo Qinghe's career, and he couldn't understand the new expensive fire oil diamond ring in his hand. He really wanted to ask about your so-called love, and What is the difference in love between men and women? However, a large group of elementary school students who had just finished school clapped and sang, followed by a group of students from Peking University. Since Mo Qinghe is very famous, someone whistled and laughed: "Hey, Mr. Rabbit!"

Mo Liuchu picked up a stone and threw it unceremoniously. The booed student ran away with his satchel on his back and his head in his arms.

Mo Qinghe looked at his watch and realized that the car Shen Peinan sent to pick him up was about to arrive, so he quickly ordered: "When you act, the bullets should avoid the key parts. It is still useful for the organization to keep him. Don't really destroy him."

Li Mosheng agreed. Seeing that there was still some time, and knowing that their seniors and brothers had a very good relationship, it was rare to see each other, so he left first after agreeing on a secret signal for the next meeting.

Mo Qinghe and Mo Liuchu looked side by side at the ripples of the lake and the swimming red carp, and quietly walked along the lake along the tiled path. This was the first time the two met since the last quarrel. There are so many things to say, but he promised Shen Peinan to keep the secret and "loyalty" on the surface, and at this moment his whole body feels uncomfortable like thorns.

He was bathed in the golden sunset, and couldn't help looking left and right, for fear that the family's chauffeur would arrive suddenly and bump into the two of them alone. As for the senior brother's instructions and questions, he hardly listened to a single word.

Mo Liuchu noticed that his younger brother was absent-minded, and he started talking about the lotus leaves of Kunming Lake, then about the weeping willows on the shore and his hope for a new life, he was rarely so romantic, if in the past, Mo Qinghe must have been strict with him Feeling very happy because of the warmth, but the soul of the junior brother seemed to be kidnapped by the "he" one after another in the words, until Mo Liuchu firmly grasped Mo Qinghe's hand and called out in a low voice: "Shaoxuan!"

He brought the back of Mo Qinghe's hand to his lips and kissed lightly, and said hastily: "Are you still angry about what happened last time? I apologize to you, I shouldn't have doubted your heart."

Mo Liuchu looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he boldly hugged Mo Qinghe into his arms and said excitedly: "I admit, I was jealous when I heard that he thought you loved him." Yes, jealous like last time, but you said you can shoot him in order to avoid suspicion. I am very happy to see your principles and positions. I believe you have no personal relationship. If one day the organization orders his execution, you will also I will do it mercilessly!"

The childhood address made Mo Qinghe a little dazed for a moment. He remembered the days when he was protected by his senior brother, but he was disappointed by Liu Chu's last sentence, and couldn't help shaking his head: "Senior brother, I learned a lot from him. Many, such as judging a person's purpose, can't just look at his superficial behavior, judge a person's good or bad, and can't just rely on his political stance. This shot is not to kill him, but the safety of the Japanese is his responsibility , someone had an accident under his nose, if we don't shoot him, will the Japanese let him go?"

"Every loss of a person like him is a loss to the country. As long as he stays true, I will never kill him."

At the beginning of Mo Liu's recollection of this passage, he could hardly understand his junior brother's thoughts. He looked at Mo Qinghe's firm eyes and strange aura all over his body, and suddenly felt strongly that this simple junior brother was deceived by the enemy and almost Step into the abyss of betrayal!

Holding the last ray of hope, he asked his junior brother Shen Peinan what he thought of the organization, but Mo Qinghe shook his head and said that he was still the same and dismissed the Communist Party when he mentioned it.

When Mo Qinghe said this, she kept pursing her lips and smiling, as if she didn't mind at all, and seemed to be hiding a secret that she didn't want to share with others.

He stopped, picked up a thin stone, and floated towards the sparkling lake. The stone jumped three times in a row, with a little sunlight, and rolled into the depths of the lotus wave with a plop. Mo Qinghe looked at it and saw that it was about to fall The sun clapped his hands twice, and said with a smile: "I should go, I was making dumplings at home today, and we were really seen together, and I didn't even have to eat dinner after getting home."

Mo Liuchu wanted to persuade him to stay, but the strange junior in front of him was holding on to the strap of the messenger bag, shaking his head and swaying faster than a loach, ran a few steps full of vigor, then turned back, seeing no one around, he quickly hugged him Mo Liuchu's neck, leaving a perfumed kiss on his cheek.

His face was a little red from the afterglow, and he showed warmth for the first time during the afternoon conversation: "Liu Chu, look at me, I will definitely clean him up and docile!"

Mo Qinghe's figure gradually faded away. A shiny black car drove up at the end of the tiled path. Two orderlies in military uniforms jumped out and stood at the door of the car waiting.

Mo Qinghe got into the car straight away, and drove away in Mo Liuchu's sight.

When it was dark, Mo Liuchu took a rickshaw and went around many narrow alleys and alleys. There was a rumbling sound when the ground rolled, and there was a violent heartbeat in the chest.

Mo Liuchu didn't read much, he didn't have the knowledge of modern biology, and he didn't seriously stop to think about why people are particularly sensitive to breathing and heartbeat when they are nervous, or he didn't pay attention to his heartbeat at the moment, his All that flashed in front of my eyes were the youthful smiles of the younger brother, fairer than before, the hair full of makeup disappeared, and changed into a fluffy student style, with soft bangs sticking directly above the eyebrows, dense eyelashes, slightly The angular chin, the remaining sentimentality of the characters in the play is rapidly disappearing, swallowed by the vitality inspired from nowhere.

He has seen the eyes of his younger brother at this time, when they sneaked to the night school to listen to the lecture together, when he saved a few copper coins to buy a bowl of stewed fire for his younger brother, when they kissed for the first time, touching each other through the clothes they couldn't control themselves when the body...

The meeting time was too short and hasty. Because of the confidentiality rules, Mo Qinghe and Li Mosheng were unwilling to tell him what happened in the recent period, but he instinctively guessed that these changes had something to do with the teacher surnamed Shen.

Mo Liuchu didn't expect things to turn out like this. He learned from the morning paper that Shen Peinan and other military officers had met with the Japanese, and he also heard that Mo Qinghe had stopped acting. Protecting Shen Peinan, he read the book happily, even turning a deaf ear to the teasing and sarcasm of his classmates.

Mo Liuchu was bumping all the way in the rickshaw, and a strong sense of panic rose in his heart.

The rickshaw driver is a middle-aged man dressed like a farmer. He wears a white towel on his shoulders. He uses it to wipe his sweat from time to time, leaving behind a black line. Looking from the front, he lowers his eyes, unlike the other drivers. Any difference can only be noticed from Mo Liuchu's position. There is a small bulge in the back of the coachman, and a pistol is tucked in, which is covered by the cloth shirt.

One person and one driver stopped at the end of the alley. In front of them was a dilapidated two-story building. The wooden house was in disrepair. Before entering the door, there was a musty smell. The wooden boards absorb water all the year round. Go stale smell.

Mo Liuchu rang the doorbell, and after a hoarse coughing sound, the door creaked open, and the light of a kerosene lamp lit up behind the door, reflecting a bearded face.

The person who opened the door was a sloppy middle-aged man, wearing homespun pants and black cloth shoes, his coat was tightly tied into his trousers, revealing a mottled cowhide belt. The vigilance in his eyes relaxed when he saw Mo Liuchu's appearance clearly, and he whispered Said: "Mr. Mo."

Mo Liuchu nodded, and also suppressed his voice: "New mission, is it convenient to talk?"

When the rickshaw driver saw that the two had successfully connected, he turned around and pulled the cart away. Mo Liuchu's feet were still unsteady, so he limped and followed the man into the house, and carefully bolted the door.

The gas lamp was placed on the table, and the two of them were talking in a low voice beside the wooden round table, their voices were too low, they could only hear Mo Liuchu calling the man the fifth child, and heard the tinkling of the bolt of the gun. Pistol, pondered: "A Kuomintang teacher, a dog who fornicated the Japanese?"

"You can give this vote, I don't set a price, I just treat it as killing harm for the people!"

Mo Liuchu picked up a dirty teapot on the table, felt the water was still warm, poured himself a cup of tea unceremoniously, took a sip and couldn't help feeling sick, the tea had a strong fishy smell, very similar to When he and Mo Qinghe didn't have a role, they sang in teahouses when they were children, and the boss invited them to drink such fishy tea.

At that time, the younger brother was still young, and his timid eyes were like a well-behaved lamb.

Mo Liuchu shook his head: "The Japanese are going to die, so the KMT doesn't have to kill them. A student will come to contact you tomorrow, and he will tell you the details."

The flames flickered on and off, reflecting Mo Liuchu's clear and bright face with clear outlines, a narrow and straight nose, and two eyes sunken in shadows, with a hint of gloom for no reason.

"I paid for it, you changed the bullets." Mo Liuchu suppressed his nausea and drank a whole cup of tea, "Those students are soft-hearted and useless, no matter what he says tomorrow, you listen to me and use Dam Come on, don't take advantage of those bastards."

The man buried his face in his hands, took a few breaths, and seemed to be desperately clearing the sticky phlegm in his throat, then moved his hand away after a long while: "Dum bomb? That thing is full of iron sand, it will explode wherever you hit it, and it will break." You can't even pick up a broken arm and leg, you poor ghosts are cruel enough this time?!"

Mo Liuchu didn't want to talk to him, so he picked up the hat on the table and put it on his head, and he was about to leave. The fifth child sat in his place and wiped his gun, and didn't send him off. Mo Liuchu thought for a while, and added: " This ticket is going to a high-end place, you clean up your honor, so as not to be kicked out if you can't even enter the door."

Hehe, hehe, laughed a few times, and said cheerfully, "Boss Mo is good-looking and good at kung fu, why don't you do this killing and committing crimes by yourself? Could it be that his legs are lame and his kung fu is useless?"

Mo Liuchu snorted through his nose, then exerted his strength suddenly, pressed his top hat with one hand, and flipped a series of somersaults on the ground with the other, only to hear the rustling of his clothes and feet, he had already arrived at the door lightly, with his wide-brimmed top hat on his head motionless , turned around and gave Lao Wu a cold look: "That's the kung fu!"

Lao Wu clapped his hands twice, stretched out his hand and tore it along the base of his ears, and tore off all his beard. It turned out to be a lifelike fake skin, without the messy hair, and he became young and capable all of a sudden. With a purple complexion, a hooked nose, and falcon-like eyes, all radiant.

Pressing the barrel of the gun on the table, Lao Wu restrained his smile and said, "This is also the skill!"

In the depths of the silent alley, the moonlight fell desertedly.