Costume Mountains and Rivers

In a blink of an eye, night fell, and the inner city of Beiping was lit up with lights. A western restaurant near Shichahai was already full, and the waiters were all smiling, standing at the door of the store hung with strings of red lanterns, waiting to welcome customers.

This restaurant is said to be a western restaurant, and the dishes are neither Chinese nor foreign. They not only employ western chefs to specialize in steak and milk coffee, but also Chinese dishes such as steamed crab and walnut cheese. The rare tastes are all top-grade. , quite well-known in Beiping city.

Shen Peinan reserved a seat in advance, the clerk in the store saw the car parked by the side of the road, and ran up to greet him with a smile on his face, and said a lot of compliments, Shen Peinan just walked in lightly, the clerk was very good at observing words and expressions, so he didn't say much , leading the way with his head down, and sent him all the way to the private seat on the second floor.

This restaurant has a special feature. The second floor is decorated in the most primitive Chinese style. The innermost rooms only accept famous and familiar customers. If someone from outside asks who is sitting in the private room, don’t worry Whether the person is the emperor or the president, the guys all keep their mouths shut and will not confide a word.This has been a rule since the emperor of the Qing court was in power. Now that the world is in chaos, the cleanliness and secrecy that this restaurant strictly abides by has become a gold-lettered signboard for attracting celebrities in society.

There are thugs with real knives and guns in the back hall, and thick red envelopes are stuffed into the police station every year. These doorways, the restaurant staff smiled hospitablely, and never mentioned them easily.

Shen Peinan walked up the creaking old wooden stairs, turned into the private room he reserved, sat at the table and lit a cigarette without even taking off his windbreaker, and suddenly smoked half of it in one breath, a wave of heat flowed into his cavity Swelling wantonly, he snorted like a fierce horse, cursed, threw the remaining half of the cigarette on the ground, and wiped it out with his leather shoes. In this situation, he didn't dare to say a word, he scrambled to pour tea and water, and ran out to pass the dishes.

Shen Peinan's complexion was not good, and his temper was even worse, but he was not a person who was easily sentimental. He put up the collar of his windbreaker, slightly covered his face, and leaned on the back of the mahogany chair. After a moment, he opened his eyes suddenly, and his anger rose.

This matter was a trap from the very beginning, the charming little actor he raised was a secret agent, and the person Shen Peinan held in his hand, even taking it with him to social occasions, was a secret agent who sold out his whole family!It won't be long, maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, this news will spread like wildfire, making him a joke in the entire political and military circles!

He thought of those confessions and promises, he thought of pampering him like a fool, listening to him say those childish things that were ridiculous, listening to him calling other people's names on his bed, like a fool, like a fool, like It's the same as a tortoise!Shen Peinan looked around the empty room and felt his cheeks burning hot, as if he had been slapped in public, and it still hurts.

He had to let Mo Qinghe die, he had to make him pay the price, and let him know what it would be like to shit on Shen Peinan's head, not only Mo Qinghe, but also his senior brother, and the so-called, In his eyes, the Communist Party, which is not even bullshit, has to pay the price for everything!

From morning to now, as long as he thinks of these things, his eyes can't help but burn, and he can't be at peace for a moment.To be honest, he has experienced betrayal. At the beginning, Yu Qiao died under his gun. In the following years, he became more and more calm and steady. The sadness that penetrated into the bone marrow was like a basin of cold water, which completely extinguished his love for the fire of war. enthusiasm.But when this scene was repeated by Mo Qinghe, he suddenly lost control, his anger was like a wild beast, he wanted to rush in front of that bitch who was ridden by thousands of people and fucked by thousands of people. Peel off the shiny outer skin, tear that white body to pieces, and make him unable to turn over forever, then ask him personally, why, exactly why? !

Dishes came in one by one, filling the entire Eight Immortals table. In the center was a large plate of crabs that had just been shipped from Tianjin Port. Autumn was a good time to eat crabs. Putting the mallet on the table carefully, Shen Peinan glanced at it, waved his hand and said, "Only two sets are left."

The clerk understood immediately, took away the excess like the wind, and called people into the private room to remove the chairs. After finishing tidying up quickly, another clerk opened the door and whispered: "Mr. Zhou is here."

Shen Peinan nodded, and then saw Zhou Rubai dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a black briefcase under his arm, flashing through the door. Seeing Shen Peinan wearing casual clothes, he was a little surprised for a moment, but without saying hello, he went straight to him and handed over the document Opening the bag, he took out a paper document bag and placed it gently in front of him.

He supported Shen Peinan's shoulder with one hand, leaned over and whispered: "The bus to Nanjing has been arranged, and we can leave at any time."

Shen Peinan felt that in this situation, all the politeness and pleasantries could be omitted, so she nodded slightly and made a gesture to him to sit down.

Zhou Rubai came here in a hurry, the stubble on his face was not even shaved, he put down the file bag, looked back, the clerk retreated knowingly, and closed the door of the private room.

The soundproofing of the room was very good, there were only the two of them left in the room, and there was a strong smell of cigarettes.

Shen Peinan turned his face slightly, looked at the paper bag sealed with the vermilion "Top Secret" seal, stretched his hand halfway, hesitated for a moment, finally changed direction, and said solemnly: "Tell me the result."

Zhou Rubai didn't make circles with him, took out his seat, sat beside him, and said bluntly: "I have used all available intelligence channels, and what Mizutani Kuichi said should be said to be irrefutable."

"The several intelligence leak incidents that occurred in Pingjin last year and the year before, from various signs, it is speculated that they are inseparable from their brothers and sisters, but you gave me too little time to investigate further." He took out a metal He turned his head to light a cigarette, raised his hand and patted on the file bag, "There are also materials of several students from Peking University who tend to be red, all here."

After listening to him finish talking like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube, Shen Peinan took his lighter to light a cigarette, gave a hum to express his understanding, and said flatly: "If you don't ask you to check it yourself, I can't believe it."

He absently waved his hand at the table full of dishes, signaling Zhou Rubai to move his chopsticks first, but he himself picked up the document bag, unsealed it, and dropped a small black and white two-inch photo in his palm, it was Mo Qinghe sixteen seven A small photo of him when he was young, more pure and lovely than his current appearance, with short hair, showing a straight nose bridge and the corners of his jaw, a youthful and stubborn face.

He turned the photo over, only to see a few crooked words written in pencil on the back: Mo Shaoxuan.

The words were clumsily written, one was bigger than the other, and the last one almost flew out of the photo. Shen Peinan stared at the small photo, dazed for a moment, then stuffed it back into the file bag, and threw the paper bag on the table, revealing a trace of Sneered: "The acting is quite realistic, I really underestimated him."

Zhou Rubai sighed that opera is meaningless, took two bites of food, and looked at Shen Peinan from the corner of his eye while eating. He knew the relationship between the two people very well, and wanted to see the anger or sadness from his face, so as to judge how to deal with it. Mo Qinghe was already under strict custody, but Shen Peinan always acted indifferently, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.Zhou Rubai ate with a dull head, stuffed his stomach half full silently, put down his chopsticks, took a sip of tea, and said, "I'm sorry that this happened."

"Brother, let me tell you straight, no matter how deep our friendship is, we are two people, and I have to be responsible to my superiors." Zhou Rubai wiped his hands with a tablecloth, and gently helped the gold wire on the bridge of his nose He decided to confront him, "You know the methods of our Secret Service. If this person goes in, he will have to shed three layers of skin if he doesn't die. I haven't reported the matter of Mo Qinghe to the Nanjing side. He belongs to you. Give me a statement first."

Shen Peinan's face was shrouded in the light blue smoke of the cigarette, like a cold stone statue, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was full of irony. He leaned back, making a gesture of ending the conversation, squinting his eyes, and said coldly: "Ms. Shen is a soldier. He is used to seeing dead parents and wives every day. Does the family have to howl if a rabbit runs away? We can do whatever we want. Whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me."

Zhou Rubai raised his head, took a deep look at him, and said with a hint of helplessness in his words: "You still have this virtue."

Shen Peinan lowered his eyes and stopped talking.

During this moment of silence, there was a sudden knock on the door, first two tentative knocks, and then the sound became coherent, thump, thump, thump, thump.

The two looked vigilantly at the door of the private room carved with vermilion lacquer. Before they could answer, the door was pushed open a crack. The clerk was sweating profusely looking inside, and said cautiously: "There is someone downstairs. The sir is making a fuss about seeing you, and he is about to ruin the situation."

Shen Peinan was worried that he had nowhere to vent his anger, so he gave the ignorant guy a hard look, and said sharply, "How do you do things? Get the hell out of here!"

The guy blushed and shrank his head like a bird. Obviously he was forced to the point where he had no way out. He held the door and looked back, hesitantly said: "The gentleman said his surname is Hang, he said you Once you hear it, you must understand."

Shen Peinan was stunned. Seeing that his expression was relaxed, the guy took a step back and opened the door. The sound of music and noisy people from outside immediately poured in—Sijiucheng is not as westernized as Tianjin Wei. Thoroughly, eating Western dishes was also full of excitement, and the quarrelsome words of the staff suddenly drifted into Shen Peinan's ears.

"I'll just go up and say something, we are regular customers here, and the boss knows everyone!"

"Master, come here. I clearly saw his car parked here. If you don't let me go up today, I'll have someone smash your restaurant right away!"

The voice was so clear and clear that it not only overwhelmed the shop owner who was trying to say good things, but also overwhelmed the [-] diners who were arguing. Can't produce this skill.Immediately afterwards, there was a bang, as if someone had knocked over the table, and the hall on the first floor exploded immediately. The noise of the dispute rose like a bubbling, but the clear voice did not flinch, and it simply yelled from the air: "My surname is Shen!" Yes, come out, I have something to say!"

Shen Peinan was [-]% sure of the visitor's identity, and couldn't help but frown. The boy's face turned black with fright when he heard the visitor's open provocation, and hurriedly used his hands and feet to close the door.Shen Peinan was not in a hurry, thought for a while, put down his wine glass and walked out, stood behind a wooden pillar in the corridor on the second floor and looked down.

The hall on the first floor was crowded with people, most of the guys gathered in the hall, and many were rushing downstairs to gather. The diners were harassed, and they all stood up separately. Hang Yunyang was squeezed in the center of the chaos, and shouted in frustration , Chen Zongyi stood in front of him, opening his hands like an old hen to protect him, his usual coquettish and unrestrained style was gone, his brow was sweating, and he tried his best to negotiate with the shop owner.

However, his negotiations were useless, the order became more and more chaotic, and the noise became louder and louder. Just as the hall was in a mess, a group of burly men in suits and leather shoes suddenly rushed out from the back hall, about a dozen of them, Wearing dark crystal glasses, they separated from the crowded crowd and walked towards Hang Yunyang and the two with all their strength.

This group of people is tall and big, looking down from the second floor, it can be regarded as a murderous black trend, Hang Yunyang did not expect that the shop owner would dare to be serious, and stepped back step by step, muttering: "What are you going to do? Master has a lot of contacts in Beiping City, you dare to touch me..." He said harsh words, but his voice gradually dropped.

The diners saw that the situation was not good, some brought their wives and left the banknotes on the table before leaving, and some liked to watch the excitement, seeing the commotion, as if they had been injected with chicken blood, in groups of three or four Surrounded by the side, patted the table and booed: "Hit, hit quickly, whoever dares to hit is not a man, if you don't hit, call the police!"

Chen Zongyi's expensive suit was shoved into creases, and the trousers were pulled up, revealing the foreign yarn socks on his calves and feet. The door was slammed open from the outside.

Amidst the noise, young people in short clothes and short jackets opened the gates and poured in like a flood, all of them wielding sticks, and quickly occupied the hall and aisle, crowded behind Chen Zongyi.After all, the number of big men in suits in the restaurant is limited. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but retreat, but the youths pouring in seemed endless. If you look carefully, you don't know where this gang of mobs came from. Dressed up as rickshaw drivers, some in tattered clothes and smoky faces, their numbers should not be underestimated. The two armies confronted each other across an aisle, holding wooden sticks, machetes and other weapons. Odds are, the guys in the restaurant suffered from this accident, looked at each other for a while, and lost their minds.

The hall was already blocked, and there were still newcomers joining in. Seeing that the situation was under control again, Chen Zongyi stepped forward and bowed to the shop owner, took off his top hat, and said with a smile: "I'm offended, we just want to go up and find A friend reminisces about the old days, there is absolutely no malice, please tell me."

The shop owner was wearing a bright red Tang suit, as thin as a crane, with a pair of white jade walnuts spinning in his hands.He was born with a smiling face, and he apologized for bowing and bowing, but no matter how polite and courteous Chen Zongyi was, he just gritted his teeth and refused to let go.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Zhou Rubai and Shen Peinan walked down the stairs one after the other, holding their top hats to their chests.