Costume Mountains and Rivers

Mo Qinghe felt the solemnity of the atmosphere, stepped forward and bowed, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Shen, my condolences."

"Shut up!" Shen Shuzhu raised her head suddenly, and looked at Mo Qinghe coldly, "Take off your clothes, can't you see her shivering from the cold?"

Mo Qinghe was taken aback for a moment, he thought that Shen Shuzhu might have lost his mind due to too much grief, so he didn't say much, he unbuttoned the windbreaker three times, stepped forward and handed the coat over, under the windbreaker he only wore A thin suit, came in a hurry without a scarf, and was blown by the cold wind, lightened his body, and couldn't help sneezing.

Shen Shuzhu didn't wait for him to approach, leaned forward and grabbed Mo Qinghe's clothes, put them on Lu Wanyi's body, wrapped her up tightly, and kept her by the side, not letting anyone approach her, even the entourage couldn't see her now , and exchanged winks, Mo Qinghe sucked in the cold, tried to control her tone, and said cautiously: "Second Young Master, we will properly dispose of Miss Lu's body, please go back, it's not safe outside..."

"We won't go back." Shen Shuzhu held both of Lu Wanyi's hands, looked down at her face, showing a look like waking up from a dream, "following you red bandits hiding in Tibet, living in this kind of I've had enough of places that lack food and clothing."

In addition to being tall, Shen Shuzhu's body is completely different from the burly of the other two young masters of the Shen family. His appearance is more handsome, with a fair face, thin eyelids, and thin shoulders. cold.He sized Mo Qinghe back and forth, and said sarcastically, "I have inquired about it a long time ago. Now that the whole city of Hangzhou is under martial law, there is no way to get out. If you follow you, you will either die in the hands of the Japanese or be killed by the Communist Party." Take him as a hostage, and even the third younger brother will have no good fruit to eat, so it's better...it's better..."

Before Shen Shuzhu could speak, a companion was outraged, took a step forward recklessly, and reprimanded him, "He wants to be a traitor!"

This word was too harsh, and there was a buzz of discussion with the crowd who came. Shen Shuzhu's eyes were burning, his face was flushed purple, and the suppressed sadness and anger broke out all at once.

"Go back, go back to your northwest valley!" Shen Shuzhu's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was low and hoarse, "A person like you is not even worthy of carrying shoes for Shen's servants!" Before he could cover his ears, he swooped over and swung an old fist full of anger at Mo Qinghe's right cheek. Mo Qinghe didn't hide, but felt a bang in his skull, and the opponent's hard and thin hand bones hit His mandibles and his entire gums were in sharp pain, his nose was hot, and warm liquid gushed out, his dizziness was dizzy, his mouth was fishy and sweet, he bit a piece of gum, and spit out a mouthful of blood-mixed saliva on the ground.

Before recovering from this violent blow, Shen Shuzhu was like a ferocious beast, pushing Mo Qinghe to the ground, shaking his shoulders with both hands, and slamming the back of his head against a stone on the ground, Punch after punch hit the face, cursing viciously while beating: "You don't care about our family's affairs, you get out! Get out!"

The crowd screamed, and Mo Qinghe's friend quickly rushed forward, trying to hold Shen Shuzhu's hands and feet, Shen Shuzhu struggled with all his strength, his thin lips trembled uncontrollably, although he was always frail, he exerted all his strength to make him People should not be underestimated, for a moment no one could restrain him, Mo Qinghe was seriously injured, lying on the ground, her eyes open motionless, seeing Shen Shuzhu's swollen face, a word flashed from the bottom of her heart .

What kind of shit task, I quit!

The lingering power of that old punch was still there, Mo Qinghe's ears were buzzing, Shen Shuzhu's face became a swaying blurred shadow in his vision, he felt pitiful and ridiculous for himself, what did he owe? What did this family do, and what crime did they do to be bullied like this!

The partner who was traveling with him had already pulled Shen Shuzhu, Mo Qinghe sat up slowly, and took a few breaths, but he couldn't say a word, and looked at Shen Shuzhu and the several Shen servants behind him as if crying The man waved his hands weakly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll go, I'll go right away."

"I respect that your family has produced characters like Brother Shen and the old lady, so I came to Hangzhou specially. Otherwise, I would have gone to the front line long ago, so why bother with you!"

He wanted to speak more forcefully, but his throat was as if a bellows was leaking, and a large amount of saliva poured into his mouth. One of the back molars was aching, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Shen Shuzhu saw that he still had strength. Talking, leading the servant to rush forward again, Mo Qinghe was blocked by her friend, just as the two groups were inseparable, she heard an angry shout from a distance: "What's the matter, is the old woman dead?" !"

This scolding resounded like a bronze bell, and like a thousand miles of sound transmission, the people gathered by the pool were shocked. The crowd was silent, and they automatically gave way. Mrs. Shen was supported by Shen Piaoping, and she walked quickly with a crutch with a faucet. When he came, he saw Shen Shuzhu who was still dancing and going crazy, without further ado, he raised his cane and slapped him on the side of the waist, Shen Shuzhu still wanted to defend himself, and was hit by the cane again.

Mrs. Shen was furious, because she came in a hurry, she didn't apply powder, her face was flushed, her black and shiny hair was tied into a bun behind her head, she was extremely harsh and frightening, regardless of the servant's persuasion, she said sharply: It wasn't the fourth girl who came to report the news, I didn't know there was a traitor coming out of my house!"

She shouted to Shen Shuzhu: "Kneel down!"

The Shen family's family education was very strict, Shen Shuzhu looked around hesitantly, not daring to raise any objections, her knees gave way, and she knelt down in the mud.

The old lady nodded, and immediately a servant set up a chair and helped the old man to sit down. Mo Qinghe's waist and knees were so weak that she didn't even have the strength to stand up. ankle.He thought of a countermeasure, no matter what he was tortured, he would accept everything, pack up his things and leave immediately, even if he failed Lao Xie's trust, this family would not be shaken, and he couldn't bear it anymore!

The old lady looked around, her sharp eyes skipped over Lu Wanyi's body, and she chanted a Buddhist mantra in a low voice. Immediately, a servant stepped forward and covered Lu Wanyi's face with a white cloth. The old lady turned to Mo Qinghe again, and said in a deep voice: "Listen! The fourth child said, it was you who refused to save the girl from the Lu family last night?"

Mo Qinghe had blood and sand in her mouth, she didn't dare to spit it out, she swallowed it in one gulp, nodded and said: "Yes."

The old man pondered for a while: "Do you know who this girl is?"

"I met once. I was with Brother Shen last fall..." He knew that he violated Mrs. Shen's taboo, and lowered his voice, "It's not that he doesn't want to save her. There is really no way. One point to win..."

Before he finished speaking, Mrs. Shen waved to him, signaling him to come forward.

Mo Qinghe didn't understand, and moved two steps forward. Mrs. Shen was not satisfied, she kept beckoning him to sit next to her lap, and then nodded in agreement. She examined Mo Qinghe's swollen face, and took out a piece of clean cloth With a white silk handkerchief, he wiped the blood at the corners of his mouth and the dust on his face gently and meticulously, like a kind mother, her eyes were also very gentle, she raised Mo Qinghe's chin with her hand, and looked at him Looking at her appearance, she said softly for a long time: "You look energetic, you can sing well in opera, you have courage and determination, and you are worthy of my third child."

Mo Qinghe raised his face all of a sudden, and stared at the old lady blankly. He thought he had heard wrongly, but saw that old lady Shen didn't mean to be ironic at all, and caressed his temples very lovingly. A slack hand brushed across his hot face, and he heard Mrs. Shen speaking to him in a coaxing tone: "The third child is not here, no one is protecting you, good boy, you have been wronged in our house."

The white silk handkerchief exuded a faint smell of traditional Chinese medicine, inhaled from the tip of his nose into his lungs, Mo Qinghe leaned against Mrs. Shen, feeling that the surroundings were full of reassuring scents of medicine and cotton cloth. The turbulent bitterness is like being filled with salty sea water. He has been wronged. There is no place to say this wronged, and he can't say it. He can only carry it silently, almost breaking his spine.

The old man put his hands on the back of his head, gently rubbing the broken place, and from time to time he lowered his head and blew a breath, the strings in Mo Qinghe's mind suddenly broke, and he buried his face in the old man's knee, wanting to cry One scene, but he just held onto the hem of Mrs. Shen's woolen coat tightly, as if he had gained a lifetime of support, and casually appealed to his imaginary relatives: "Aniang, Aniang, I miss him, I really miss him .”

The ring on his chest hurt his bones. He knew that the old man in front of him was not the same as his real mother. His mother had already turned into a pinch of fine dust, which was scrawled on the ground in a rainstorm. Buried in a cemetery in the western suburbs of Beiping, the person in front of him has nothing to do with him, but he just can't control it, he needs a little emotional support too much.

Standing behind Mrs. Shen, Shen Piaoping saw Mo Qinghe's distress, turned her head, and gently wiped away the water from the corners of her eyes with the pad of her little finger.

Mrs. Shen did not correct Mo Qinghe's mistake, she bent down deeply, accepted him in her arms, touched his head with her palm, and repeated in a low voice: "Mother knows that you are thinking about the third child in your heart. He, good boy, the boy has been wronged."

Shen Shuzhu knelt at the side, finally couldn't hold back anymore, moved two steps forward with her knees, and complained: "Mom, Wanyi's body is not cold yet, how could you treat these gangsters..."

"Niezi!" Mrs. Shen raised her body, and instantly regained her angry expression. She put one hand on the back of Mo Qinghe's head, and the other tightly grasped the faucet's cane. Her wrinkled face suddenly tightened, and she said sharply. : "A man in his 30s only writes sour poems all day long. He can't protect his wife and family. After two days of hard life, he wants to surrender to the enemy and betray the country. Unfortunately, you, a scum, came out of the Shen family!"

"From now on, whoever has trouble with my little Mo'er, don't blame the old woman for being rude!" She leaned on the armrest of the chair, stood up tremblingly, looked around, and said loudly: "Let's escape together, It’s just a family, we brought a good cook, we invite everyone to drink tonight, one is to thank these children for saving their lives, and the other is to celebrate the old woman’s sixtieth birthday and have another good son!”

Mo Qinghe was already dumbstruck, old lady Shen glared at him reproachfully, motioned him to get up, then threw the crutches to Shen Shuzhu, supported Mo Qinghe with one hand, and held Shen Piaoping with the other, and ignored the crowd watching the excitement, and looked away. Squinting and walking back along the mountain road, he ordered neatly: "Go, go home."