Costume Mountains and Rivers

Before Shen Peinan and Mo Qinghe came back, the Patrol Office had already talked to Zhou Mansion on the phone. In order to appease Mo Qinghe, Old Liu ordered a table of Western dishes from the Liuguo Restaurant, which was covered with exquisite white porcelain plates.

Drenched like soaked chickens, the two walked into the living room one after the other. Lao Liu hurriedly nodded and bowed to take the coat, while saying comforting words, but Mo Qinghe was not in a bad mood. When Lao Liu spoke, he looked at Old Liu smiled, and the little yellow cat came up to him and rubbed against his trousers acting like a baby. eyes, and walked to the bathroom together.

It was getting dark gradually. After Mo Qinghe took a shower, she leaned against the printed wall of the corridor on the second floor, wiped her hair, and answered a condolence call from the Chen family mansion. Before Chen Zongyi could say a word, the receiver was caught by Hang Yunyang. He snatched it away, and babbled about Chen Guzi's rotten sesame seeds when he was a child learning opera, just like a three-year-old child with a snotty nose.Mo Qinghe felt that his younger brother was drunk. The laughter and the sound of mahjong came from the receiver, and Hang Yunyang yelled at him with his tongue: "Brother, let me tell you, we people, if we don't have it in our lives, we can't force it." , nothing comes from real money..."

Yunyang joined the troupe half a year later than Mo Qinghe, and every year at the end of the year, he and Mo Qinghe were wrapped in a quilt, watching the white snow falling outside the window, eagerly looking forward to his family coming to pick him up, looking forward to growing up up.

Mo Qinghe coaxed him for a while, then hung up the phone.

As soon as I went downstairs, I saw Shen Peinan wearing the black bamboo-leaf nightgown that resembled a Japanese yukata, comfortably crossing his legs, sinking into the sofa, carefully looking through the stack of photos in his hand, the little yellow cat squatting at his feet Side, enjoy the half fish that belongs to it with peace of mind.

Mo Qinghe sat down next to Shen Peinan, and leaned over curiously, only to see that in his hand were a few yellowed black and white photos he found from A Niang's belongings, a little boy of three or four years old, dumbfounded He raised his head, wore crotch pants, and lay on the bed, showing his soft buttocks.

Mo Qinghe blushed and snatched the photo. Thinking of the scene in the courtyard during the day, she couldn't help but sighed a long time.Shen Peinan understood what was on his mind, and opened his arms to embrace him. Mo Qinghe leaned on his warm chest and whispered, "Thank you."

Shen Peinan was not at ease, avoiding his gaze, and said lightly: "Nicky." After speaking, he pushed Mo Qinghe away, tightened the belt around his waist, got up and sat down on the chair beside the dining table, and asked: " Who's calling for so long?"

Mo Qinghe said it was Chen Yu, and Yun Yang drank some wine, and the more she talked, the more verbose she became.

Shen Peinan frowned, and said casually: "Mr. Chen recently had a hot fight with a dancer named Bai. I asked Mr. Dai to meet at noon, and I caught them eating together. No wonder your junior is unhappy." After saying hello Old Liu poured a glass of whiskey with ice, took a sip, and said, "I didn't expect Hang Yunyang to be sincere to Mr. Chen."

Mo Qinghe held the soup spoon to hold the beef bone soup, and when she heard this, she let go of her hand, and the spoon slid into the soup basin with a clang.

Shen Peinan saw that his complexion changed, and added: "Don't go to inform. That Miss Bai has a good relationship with the Japanese, and she specializes in shipping and smuggling. I see that Mr. Chen's friendship with her is probably just a matter of business."

Mo Qinghe let out a chuckle, wiped her hands with a napkin, and said, "I don't need to inform you, he knows it well. In the name of entertaining, you have scandals with actors one after another. What about us, in public? In front of you, you always have to act like you are unattainable or innocent, but in fact, you naturally have to deal with as many people as possible, otherwise how can you afford a large amount of living expenses? Yun Yang is not such a stubborn person."

When Shen Peinan heard him speak, his expression was not very good-looking.

"In the social arena, it's not easy to find a long-term bully, let alone the so-called loyalty and long-term. Now that Mister Chen regards him as his favorite and can afford to support him, Yunyang seems very unhappy .” He sighed, looked at the swaying tree shadow outside the window, shook his head and said, “I really don’t understand him.”

Shen Peinan heard the words "too big head", his expression froze, he threw the fork on the plate with a clang, and said with a cold face: "Mo Qinghe, I rained all day for you, you said this, are you planning to Piss me off in return?"

Mo Qinghe sat facing him, said don't make trouble, then put down the knife and fork, crossed his fingers, and rested his chin sadly.

This movement is often used by Shen Peinan when he is thinking, and he borrowed it, which seems to be a bit old-fashioned.

Shen Peinan's face turned red and then dark, but Mo Qinghe was immersed in her own emotions, without taking into account the other party's thoughts, and sighed: "I was thinking that the relationship that betrays the color is not long-lasting, especially when the status difference between two people There is a huge disparity, one of the parties is less restrained, let alone loyal. Therefore, no matter what the current relationship is, we must maintain the independence of personality, so that even if the relationship breaks down in the end, there is not much loss."

Shen Peinan couldn't bear it anymore, pushed the plate forward, walked around the dining table, strode towards Mo Qinghe, gritted his teeth as he walked, and said, "This is another new thing you learned at school? Listen to me, I'm a big fan You are supported by the price, you are my private property, if you put this kind of bullshit again, be careful that I will whip you to death!"

With a creak, Shen Peinan dragged Mo Qinghe out with the chair, stretched his hands under his armpits, lifted him up like a sack, and pressed him on his waist suddenly, Mo Qinghe yelled , panting while laughing, turned around and hooked Shen Peinan's neck, and jumped onto him with his legs wrapped around his waist.Shen Peinan supported Mo Qinghe's buttocks, slapped his buttocks in frustration, and lowered his head to kiss him.

Old Liu came back to fetch the fruit, saw this scene, and stepped aside with a smile.

The two were having a good time kissing each other when there was a ringing of bells in the corridor on the second floor, and the crisp ringing of the phone cut through the silence of the night.

Shen Peinan put down Mo Qinghe, frowning tightly.

Lao Liu went upstairs to answer, and when he came back, his expression was unnatural. Before he finished speaking, there was a soft click of joints. Mo Qinghe looked at Shen Peinan's crossed fingers and the bulging veins on the back of his hand, and said to himself that there was nothing wrong with it. Good things can last for a long time, and the rare cleanness of this night is still coming to an end.

The phone call came directly from the theater command to which Shen Peinan belonged, conveying a message that the Japanese military did not know where to get new information, and wanted to send a commissioner to re-investigate the assassination of Lieutenant General Fujiwara and Kawata Nakasa that day, without asking any questions. Whether Shen Peinan agrees or not, he privately decides to visit tomorrow morning, but the so-called special commissioner is so arrogant that he refuses to even give his name.

The more Shen Peinan heard it, the more ugly his face became. When Lao Liu finished telling the exact time, he slammed his fist on the table with a bang: "The assassination planned by the Communist Party, let the Japanese go to the Red Party to settle accounts! It's just right to kill them all, so go to Lao Tzu Is it useful? You tell them that dogs will jump over walls when they are in a hurry, so don't bully people too much!"

Shen Peinan said viciously that he would leave if he didn't see him. Lao Liu hurriedly chased after him, insisting that Dean Wang had already called the Japanese side and there was no room for discussion. Shen Peinan stopped and clenched his fists.

Mo Qinghe's heart beat wildly, he knew very well that the assassination of Fujiwara was planned by himself, because Shen Peinan's intentional cover-up of Zhao Laowu prevented the Japanese from continuing to investigate, but the assassin was dead without evidence, and the Communist International Tongtong admitted that there is no possibility of overturning the case.

He told himself not to panic, calmed down, stepped forward to hold Shen Peinan's hand, Mo Qinghe's voice was soft but firm: "Brother Shen, I'll be with you."

Shen Peinan's shoulders trembled, and he stood silently for a while, but finally he strode up the stairs without saying anything.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, the rain outside was gradually decreasing, but the wind was picking up. The trees in the yard were blown to this side, and with a click, something was blown off. Several servants ran out to inspect, through the window. , could vaguely hear loud shouts.

Mo Qinghe entered Shen Peinan's bedroom with sandwich bread and sherbet. The bedside lamp was turned to the darkest. Shen Peinan was lying with his back to the door. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he moved his body without turning his head.

"Brother Shen, you didn't eat much for dinner, so I'll bring you some snacks."

Shen Peinan hummed, and Mo Qinghe brought the sherbet to him, forcing him to take a sip, then lightly placed the tray on the bedside, and sat by the bed, like treating a sleeping child, She reached into his hairline and stroked his hair lightly.

From returning home last night to now, Shen Peinan has only slept for less than two hours in total, and was drenched in the rain for another day. At this moment, she was so sleepy that she didn't want to move, so she closed her eyes and let him play with her. She lay down for a while, and opened her eyes for a while. He turned around and said with a smile, "Do you think of me as our cat?"

Having said that, being comforted by his hand made my whole body feel extremely at ease.Mo Qinghe got into the quilt, lay side by side with him, and rubbed his temples with his fingers. Shen Peinan comfortably praised his understanding, unbuttoned his nightgown, and asked him to massage his shoulders. Mo Qinghe did so for a while. Hugging him behind his back, he worriedly said, "Is it important for the Japanese major who is coming tomorrow?"

"I don't know." Shen Peinan's face darkened, "It's said to be a routine investigation, but the headquarters called home in the middle of the night. Logically speaking, it wouldn't be a trivial matter." These words aroused his troubles, and he turned his head Glancing at Mo Qinghe, he cursed in a low voice: "Fuck, nothing has gone right recently."

The two looked at each other, and they both remembered the shooting in the Yayin Hall not long ago. Mo Qinghe was worried, and just about to speak, Shen Peinan interrupted him with a gesture, and pouted at the small round coffee table beside the bed. Knowing that he was reminding her of the bugging equipment in the room, Mo Qinghe nodded knowingly.

Shen Peinan lay on his back, pondered: "Although there are many doubts about this matter, in the final analysis it has nothing to do with us. Look at me tomorrow and try to talk as little as possible."

Mo Qinghe stared at the ceiling, and said softly: "It's just a major, if it's too much trouble, I can..."

He suddenly turned over and sat up, compared his hand to a knife, and stroked lightly under the neck.Shen Peinan was amused by his serious expression, pulled him back to the bed, and said: "You don't need it yet, come here and give me a shoulder squeeze."

The desk lamp was turned off, the room sank into darkness, the wind and rain outside the window were whistling, Mo Qinghe absent-mindedly rubbed Shen Peinan's shoulder blades with his knuckles, trying to brew sleepiness.I don't know why, ever since I received that phone call, my heart has been beating extremely fast, and my consciousness seems to be suspended in mid-air by a thin rope, spinning in the dark void, and I can't find any support.He heard Shen Peinan's quick and slow breathing, and knew that he was still asleep, so he boldly hugged him from behind, stretched a hand through the nightgown, and stroked his firm chest.

Shen Peinan's body was warm enough to make people feel at ease. Mo Qinghe pressed against his back, fiddled with his nipples intentionally or unintentionally, walked downstream along the abdominal muscles, and explored the sensitive place between the legs, teasing him. He set up the small tent, but did not touch the column body, and only used the pulp of one finger to make a circle on the round top through the underwear.

Shen Peinan was tired all day, originally he didn't want to talk to him, he was greedy for a little bit of happiness and didn't stop, after he reacted, no matter how tired he was, he pinched Mo Qinghe's butt angrily, scolded a little bitch, Then he got out of bed and found a box of Vaseline from the small drawer of the bookcase.Mo Qinghe knew that he was going to come in directly, so he dipped in the ointment, stretched himself with his fingers, and entered the third finger. Shen Peinan handed over a small brown medicine bottle and sent the unfinished half cup of sherbet to him. to him.

Mo Qinghe raised her head and hesitated, "What is this?"

The room was too dark to read the words on the medicine bottle, Shen Peinan poured out a pill from it, and said in a low voice: "I see you are always in pain, Uncle Liu sent a bunch of messy things, you have a try .”

Mo Qinghe didn't have much right to speak on the bed. She looked at him and then at the small pill in his palm, but didn't make a sound.Shen Peinan was aroused by his stroking just now, her heart was very dry, and she urged: "Fuck me quickly."

Mo Qinghe sat on the edge of the bed with her legs hanging down, looking like she was going to die, she raised her neck, took the juice, and swallowed the pills.

The two lay back on the bed, Shen Peinan hugged Mo Qinghe's waist from behind, and was not in a hurry to come in, stuck the hard and hot thing between his buttocks, dipped in the slippery ointment, and rubbed it back and forth , Mo Qinghe didn't know what she had eaten, and she was focused on paying attention to the abnormal reaction of her body, but she heard Shen Peinan say in her ear: "Little Mo, you are much more sensible than before."

"When I first met you, when I heard a sentence that went against your patriotic arguments, I wanted to break with me angrily." Shen Peinan kissed his earlobe, "However, you are so cute and silly."

Mo Qinghe stroked his finger on her stomach, and muttered: "Am I going to be a fool all my life and be laughed at by you all the time?"

Before he could finish speaking, he stopped suddenly, confused by the strange feeling that surged up in his body. The heat, the heat in his lower abdomen, gradually spread to the dryness of his whole body. The tongue swirled unconsciously, licking his lips lightly, his lower abdomen was heavy, and the one in front hardened unconsciously, eagerly waiting to be comforted.