【Lou Cheng】 How easy is another day

Chapter 29 Epilogue Zürich

This year is the tenth year since they moved to Switzerland. At the end of 1949, when Minglou received his doctorate in law in Leuven, they moved to this city with their family.In the previous four years, my home was in Belgium, and going forward, it was another story with twists and turns.In fact, even after more than ten years, Minglou still thinks that he should have died in 1945.

After entering 1945, Minglou's life was very bad. On the other hand, in the eyes of outsiders, Mr. Ming is actually a proud, fresh-clothed and angry horse, the right-hand man of Mayor Zhou, and the favorite general of President Wang. In Shanghai Bund, it can be said that there is no other place in the limelight.As for whether the person who nodded and bowed in front of him went back and scolded him as a traitor, a running dog, a pig and a dog, Minglou couldn't care less about it.

Ever since Mingjing passed away and Mingtai went to Yan'an, Minglou never thought that he could leave Shanghai alive.Born here, raised here, buried here, is exactly what he said from the bottom of his heart.But he only told Mingtai this sentence, never told Mingcheng.Thinking about it afterwards, Minglou realized that he was always more selfish and rascal towards Mingcheng, probably before he realized it, he no longer regarded Mingcheng as his younger brother.

They killed people in those years to prevent more people from being killed. Countless information and gold bars flowed through their hands to the major Soviet areas, from Yan'an in the north to Guangdong and Guangxi in the south, and even to Chongqing.Minglou asked Mingcheng to quietly sell all the family property left by his sister, first the factory, then the real estate, and later all the small things were discounted. When Mingjing and the jewelry left by his mother were sold, Mingcheng quarreled with him. After the quarrel, Mingcheng went out with all his things, and finally brought back a ring, and said to Minglou who was sitting on the stairs waiting: "This person can't tell the truth from the fake, so he won't accept it. It's not worth it." You can keep some money."

Minglou raised his head and took a look. It was a gold ring that his mother gave as a dowry back then. It was a top-notch Sugong. The ring was embossed with Bingdilian. The ring was an unpolished ruby. It was handed down by the elders. After so many years, the pattern of the Bingdilian has become blurred.

Minglou took it over, squeezed it in his palm, and forced the corners of his mouth to curl up: "Then leave a thought for the little thing."

Mingcheng sat down beside him, put his arms around his shoulders, and squeezed. The two of them sat in the big room that was still bright and beautiful, but it was actually a shell for a long time. They sat like this all night.

After 45 years in office, Ming Lou knew that both Wang Jingwei's government and the Japanese were suspicious of him. After all, man is not a god. In this position, he can cover up the past once or twice.One person and two people ran away because the subordinates were ineffective, and the underground party that could never be caught really had supernatural powers?

He knew too many people were staring at him, waiting for him to show a little flaw.But he Minglou, there is no flaw.The Japanese are dead, and the traitors are also dead. He is still alive, watching them die, and calmly waiting for his own death.

After all, he has been waiting since the day he set foot on the land of Shanghai in 39.

But when things got to this point, he didn't think about it anymore. Every day before going to bed, he thought about what he learned from Wang Tianfeng, how to die quickly, and fell asleep peacefully after the review, and what to do the next day.

Until the end of March, he received a secret telegram asking him to go to Suzhou to visit the tomb in Qingming.

Minglou showed the secret telegram to Mingcheng. After so many years, the two of them barely needed to talk, just a look and a movement, and they understood everything.

Mingcheng gently shook his hand, but said nothing.

The day before Qingming, the two returned home as usual, cleaned the house thoroughly, and then went back to the room hand in hand, kissing and making love tirelessly, like young people in love.At dawn the next day, Mingcheng drove, and the two of them went to Suzhou to sweep the tomb.

When I arrived at the ancestral grave, Minglou cried loudly at the graves of his parents and sister, and also cried at the "grave mound" of Mingtai. Instead, Mingcheng sat on the side, burning paper with his head bowed expressionlessly, as if he were an outsider.The relatives in other rooms of the Ming family saw Minglou crying like this. At first they wept, but then they became afraid and came up to persuade them one by one, but Minglou ignored him and just cried, crying until he became faint. Mingcheng came to help him: "Mr. , I have to go to Xiyuan Temple later, please take it easy."

Minglou pinched his hand into Mingcheng's arm.

Many years later, when both of them were old, Mingcheng put his arms around Minglou and whispered in his ear, I knew that day that we might never go back.

Minglou looked at him not at all strangely, and nodded, I thought so too at the time.

After visiting the grave, they went to Xiyuan Temple—the Ming family had offered a memorial tablet there, and they were going to add everlasting lights to their ancestors.The people who met them in the temple and Chongqing met them, and went out through the side gate of the temple in a different form. The people who met them put on their clothes and drove back to Shanghai. They went to Taihu Lake by water and changed their luggage again. , Take a local fishing boat across Taihu Lake.

At this time, the wind on the lake was still cold, and Minglou fell asleep not long after he got on the boat. He turned over in the cold sleep, and vaguely felt that Mingcheng put his clothes on him, and then hugged him. He was humming a tune.Minglou could hear clearly that it was "Sheng Ruhua" in "Huansha Ji? Sending Son". He felt that Mingcheng had lost his tune, but he couldn't wake up, and couldn't open his mouth. He could only endure it and listen to his nonsense. Bandi hum: material reunion is rare in this life.The waves hit things, like duckweed without stalks, envious of both traveling geese and returning to the south.

Qingming is always rainy, Minglou felt the drizzle hitting his face.

They first arrived in Huzhou, and then went all the way, the water route was changed to the land route, and it took half a month to finally arrive in Chongqing.On the way they bought newspapers. It turned out that on the night of Qingming, the mansion of the Ming family in Shanghai was flooded and the mansion was burned. When the fire engine arrived to put out the fire, they only found two charred bodies. The head of the Ming family, Minglou, and his second brother and secretary, Mingcheng.

The special committee and No. 76 strictly investigated the murderer, saying that the Communist Party deliberately disrupted the order of the new government and killed government officials. Shanghai launched a new round of brutal arrests against the Communist Party.

But this time, Minglou was already thousands of miles away, and could no longer provide cover for his comrades.

When they arrived in Chongqing, the two of them had just changed their clothes and had just had a bite of food when a notice came, asking Minglou to go to Luojiawan.Mingcheng wanted to follow, but was stopped.

Minglou thought, that's the time.

Before he had time to take another look at Mingcheng, he turned his head and left.I thought to myself, at this time of year, it might not be a bad thing to miss a glance.

When he arrived at Luojiawan, he was scolded head and face, but what Minglou didn't expect was that it was his old account of buying arms for Long Yun back then.

So for a whole afternoon, Director Dai talked about the law of the country from party discipline, about sincerity and friendship, about the unity of the party and the country, and said that the first thing he taught them was loyalty.Loyal to the party, to the president, not a bullshit warlord in one place and one moment, and never did such a thing as not reporting.

Minglou also understood what he said. It was his dealings with the Dian army that made Chongqing wary of him, and he was instructed to go to Shanghai.

But Minglou didn't regret it.The equipment they handled went to Taierzhuang along with thousands of men from Yunnan.

He thought of the discussions he had had with Mingcheng in a foreign country, the party and the country, the country and the doctrine, the doctrine and the party.He thought that he had been in China for many years and had been in Shanghai all the time, so he always escaped by luck.Never thought or not.

In the end, the person who scolded him was finally tired. He withdrew his mind and said with a tone and expression of 12 sincerity: "Mr. Yu Nong, the students know that they are wrong. They have failed the trust of the president and you... The students are rotten and broken. It's a big deal. Teacher Leiyu came forward to save me."

"Hengyu." Dai Li called his name.In the past ten years, he has been traveling all over the world, but he never changed his accent, "The principal is furious. You are indeed a bit more bookish - it's also my fault that I didn't teach you well. Long Dengyun and Dangguo have always been close at heart. Do you know that Wang Ni went to Vietnam, and he saw him off. Oh, of course, he did send a telegram afterwards to punish the traitor, and he did nothing wrong, but... it is really difficult to teach him a heavy responsibility. You have been abroad for a long time, and when you come back directly I went to Shanghai, so I don’t know these things, and I can’t blame you entirely.”

Hearing this, Minglou's heart was already so cold that it was impossible to warm up again.

Hundreds of thousands of Yunnan and Guizhou men in the Anti-Japanese War, Yunnan and Burma made of flesh and blood, are nothing in the face of party struggles.

He lowered his head even more, and repeated: "The student knew it was wrong."

Dai Li looked deeply at Minglou, and in the blink of an eye, the high-spirited Confucian scholar from back then also turned gray on his temples, and even became bony and torn.He was extremely sympathetic, and sighed, "According to some people, the person in the fire scene should have been you. There is no Li Daitao stiff, and there is no golden cicada to escape its shell. But it is not easy for the country to support scholars, and the principal always cherishes talents." Heart, this is why you paid such a big price to get you out of Wang Ni. Getting out means getting out, and you won’t be able to act in the open for a while. Think about it and tell me what you want to do next.”

Minglou raised his head in surprise: "Now is the critical moment of the war of resistance and national salvation. What else can I do with my life if I don't go to the war of resistance? Teacher Yu Nong, I want to ask for my life. Please send me to the front line."

Dai Li looked at Minglou for a long time, and finally there was a smile on the corner of his mouth: "You haven't received infantry training, and you haven't been to an officer school. Go to the front? Do you want to be cannon fodder?"

Minglou remained silent for a while, and then said: "Thousands of my compatriots have filled the trenches with flesh and blood. Where are the rivers, lakes and seas without their blood? That's why the country has not died, and only half of the mountains and rivers have stood firm." So far. How lucky am I, Minglou, to be able to be with them?"

"Idiot!" Dai Li raised his eyebrows upside down, pointing at him and cursing, "I have worked so hard to leave you a dog's life, and I want you to die? Go back, go back to your Europe! The country doesn't want you to die, you Are you going to die by yourself! You bastard! I taught you for nothing."

This was something Minglou never expected—he thought about dying, about being imprisoned, and about going to Yan'an or going to the front line after a lucky escape, but he never thought about being sent back to Europe.

But he really didn't want to go back.The country is in such a crisis, since he has come back, how can he leave again?

"Master Yu Nong... Mingcheng has also stayed in Europe, and his experience is not inferior to mine. If only one person is sent..."

His words were interrupted impatiently: "Your younger brother is your darling and half your life, go together. Life and death partners, there are always two people."

Speaking of this, the conversation changed: "Okay. Go down and wait for the official order. The name Minglou can no longer be used. Think of one yourself and get a new passport. Mingcheng is too. Go back and tell him yourself."

Almost without stopping, they embarked on a journey to the country again.

After arriving in Yangon via the Yunnan-Burma Highway, one of them became Lou Jingming, and the other was Cheng Nianzhi, the newly appointed diplomats of the National Government's embassy in Belgium. Their secret task was to win the support of the United States and Europe after going to Europe. After the war in the European battlefield ended, we continued to fight against Russia and the Communist Party together.

On the ship to France, the two looked at each other, not knowing whether it was sadness or joy.

Before they left, they had no time to get in touch with the organization in Chongqing. When they arrived in Yangon, Mingcheng avoided the people who saw him off and sent a letter using the encrypted system, but they did not receive any reply until they arrived in Belgium.

They lost touch with the organization.

They received the news of Germany's surrender on the ship, and the ship was full of excitement.When the news of Japan's surrender came, they had already arrived in Brussels.The moment the news came, people in the entire embassy were crying, laughing, and crying. Countless Chinese people living in foreign countries came and fell at the gate of the embassy that day, hugging and kissing each other in ecstasy. People are the closest relatives and friends of another person.

Minglou and Mingcheng also had their way of celebrating: they drank a glass of wine for every comrade they knew, but didn't have the chance to witness this day with their own eyes, no matter what their beliefs, until they were completely drunk.

For so many years, they even forgot what it was like to be drunk.

The circle of diplomats was a very small circle, and later the word was leaked from somewhere, and Mingcheng's identity aroused suspicion.He was an official of the Wang puppet government on the surface. His colleagues thought he was a traitor first, and then voted for the puppet government after seeing the failure of the Wang puppet government. Began to alienate and exclude him.Mingcheng didn't care about this, or it was a relief for him. When Dai Li died in a plane crash in 46 and the army was in chaos, he simply resigned and went to study again.

Mingjing's death in front of his eyes was always a knot in his heart, but he was already old and it was too late to study medicine, so he went to Leuven University to study pharmacy.Not long after, Minglou also went.

Lou Jingming's resume has the experience of studying law at Aurora University, so he took the law school and completed his Ph.D. in three years.Most of his classmates are much younger than him. Seeing that he is still coming to study at a young age, they all express their admirable spirit and are very admirable.Minglou looked at these young people, smiled tolerantly, and said, our country is in ruins after the war, no matter how old or young, we should contribute as much as possible.

Leuven University is named after its location, which is a small town.There was no United States when she was founded, but in the two wars that just passed in this century, 80 books were burned.

But at this time, whether it is an ancient or a new country and nation, after the war that has swept the world, they have suspended destruction and started construction.

The organization did not get in touch with them until April 1949 when a phone call came home.Those were the comrades that Mingcheng met in the Paris branch back then. They said that they had received a request from China to go to the Czech Republic to assist the Chinese delegation that was about to visit Prague and participate in the World Peace Defense Conference.

This call means the organization found them and still believes in them.As soon as they put down the phone, the two were ecstatic.Minglou left behind his doctoral dissertation at a critical juncture, and Mingcheng also put aside other things at hand, packed his luggage as quickly as possible, and rushed to Prague immediately.

There they met Mingtai.

It's just that at that time, none of them was named Ming.

The brothers met, but they couldn't recognize each other in time.Minglou and Mingtai, together with many Chinese compatriots in Europe, interpreted for members of the Chinese delegation who came from afar. Until the last day of the meeting, Mingtai, who had changed his surname to Cui, represented the party organization and re-established with Minglou and Mingcheng. got in touch.

Almost ten years have passed since the life and death at the train station.

Minglou and Mingcheng knew that Mingtai was married, had two children, and worked in the propaganda department.He looked at his younger brother and remembered the day when he first came to Paris. He was full of temper and didn't show good looks to his two older brothers. Finally, he was a little bit unwilling, but he also happily admitted that this little monkey-like thing was in the hands of his older brothers. What they can't see is that after all, he has grown up independently and become a good boy who is in charge of his own side.

At the same time, Mingtai brought a new order from the party organization, which was still the same eight words: maintain silence and wait for orders.

The three looked at each other and smiled.

This gathering was very short, and the delegation had to leave after the meeting.Minglou and Mingcheng have been sent to the end, according to discipline, they and Mingtai should not show acquaintance, so when Mingtai rushed up to hug them, Minglou whispered in his ear: "You, still don't obey discipline."

Mingtai smiled, he was 30 years old, and he still smiled like a teenager.There was water in his eyes when he spoke: "Mr. Lou, Mr. Cheng, we are like-minded, we hit it off right away. Then goodbye."

He turned his head and didn't look at them again.

They watched him until the train carrying him disappeared to the end of the sky.

On the way back, Minglou and Mingcheng held back for half the time, but they couldn't hold it back. In the second half, they discussed whether Mingtai knew something or not. Carrying it along, I felt embarrassed about this topic.I just started the discussion and couldn't continue the discussion. Smiling at the other party, I felt that the other party was stupid, and couldn't help not looking at the other party. You glanced at each other, and suddenly Mingcheng remembered something, and took it out of his pocket. Give it to Minglou: "The little thing is still afraid of you, so he secretly stuffed it into my pocket before leaving."

Minglou took a closer look, it was the ring he gave Mingtai a few days ago.

At that time, I said this to Mingtai: I donated all the family property, and the house was burned, and only a ring was left of my sister's things. The pawnshop said it was worthless, so let me keep it for you.

At that moment, Mingtai was no longer surnamed Cui.

Holding the ring left by his sister, he didn't speak for a long time.

Unexpectedly, the ring came back again.

Minglou looked at the ring lying quietly in Mingcheng's palm, and stretched out his hand to take it, but without warning, he grabbed Mingcheng's hand that was about to retract, and tried to put it on for him.

Mingcheng's hand has never looked like the hand of a gunman, but no matter how slender it is, it is a man's hand after all, and the ring does not pass past the second knuckle.Minglou, who is so picky in his bones, didn't say anything at this time, he lowered his head and kissed Mingcheng's hand and the ring on his finger: "I love you, Mr. Ming."

Mingcheng leaned over and kissed the corners of Minglou's eyes that already had lines: "I have always loved you, Mr. Ming."

It was spring, the grass was greening the fields, and the train staggered through the war-torn continent to bring them home to Belgium.

At the end of 1949, Minglou officially graduated from Leuven and got a teaching position at the University of Zurich.

He did not choose the French region, let alone return to Paris. This was also after repeated consideration.After arriving in Switzerland, Minglou went to the embassy in Bern.

In April 1954, Zhou Enlai, then Prime Minister and Foreign Minister of the Republic, led a delegation to Geneva to attend the Geneva Conference.Minglou and Mingcheng received a notice from the embassy early, asking them to go to the hotel where the delegation stayed.

Minglou finally met his party referrer again.After nearly 30 years of absence, there are too many things to say, too many things to say, but before saying these, there is always a sentence "the king is not old, but Lu Su is also pale".

Time seems to be speeding up like a whip, and the sun and the moon are like falling flowers and flowing water, and they go so quickly.

The 20-year-old Minglou still doesn't understand this sentence, but the 45-year-old Minglou doesn't want to understand it.

Afterwards, he taught and Mingcheng started a business. They lived in a small house with a view of the lake. They had no pets, but squirrels, hedgehogs and even deer often visited their garden.Switzerland is a neutral country, and everything is easy to buy, and Mingcheng has always been a good hand in business, and can buy almost anything that can be bought, even ordinary people can't buy it.So whenever someone goes back to the country through Switzerland, they ask their compatriots back to the motherland to bring something back: sometimes it is a check, sometimes it is a certain equipment, an instrument, and sometimes it is a piece of paper. Paper.

At the beginning of 1956, Minglou and Mingcheng learned from overseas students that the country issued a call to "March to Science", calling on scientific workers from all over the world to return to the motherland and build a new motherland together.Minglou and Mingcheng almost coincidentally contacted each other immediately and decided to return to China.

They typed up the report and typed it three times in a row. Finally, Beijing finally came to give instructions and agreed.But at this time, Mingcheng fell ill.

This was something that had never been in Minglou's plan—he was a materialist, he didn't shy away from illness, and he never shy away from talking about life, old age, sickness and death, but he always felt that he would be the one who fell ill first.After all, judging from his logic as a person who first studied economics and then law, this is nothing more than a matter of course: Mingcheng is younger than himself, Mingcheng has always been in good health as an adult, Mingcheng has hardly suffered trauma, Mingcheng Much better than his work and rest habits...

It's a pity that logic and discipline are useless at this time. Mingcheng did fall ill with acute gastric bleeding. He was sent to the hospital for rescue in time, and a third of his stomach was cut.

In the hospital, Mingcheng smiled and comforted Minglou, saying that it was all right now, and he really didn't have to worry about getting fat for the rest of his life.

Minglou looked at him and thought to himself, he really looks old at three years old.Ah Cheng is Ah Cheng, always worrying about others more than himself.

With Mingcheng's illness, his trip back to China was naturally delayed.When Mingcheng recovered from his illness and they were about to return to China again, the domestic situation had changed. The State Council sent him a private letter through the embassy, ​​saying that the country hoped that they could stay in Switzerland and take advantage of years of struggle and work. In the special environment of Switzerland, I will give full play to my strengths and better serve the motherland and people.

The words are very crowning, but Minglou has been doing intelligence and strategic analysis all his life, and he can see the sympathy and exhortation between the lines at a glance.

He showed the letter to Mingcheng.Mingcheng had finished his recuperation at that time and was gradually returning to work.After reading the letter, he looked at Minglou with the same expression as before, full of sincerity and idealism: "Brother, as I said, I will build her for whatever world I believe in." It will happen. Wherever it is, I haven't given up on that."

Minglou hugged him, suddenly realized that he was already very thin, smiled and said, "Then we will obey the arrangement of the organization."

"it is good."

They accepted new orders from the organization.

Minglou remembered that as early as 1945, he had read a poem. The author of the poem had a similar experience to them. He also studied in Europe and America in his early years, and then returned to his motherland.But the difference is that he never left after he went back, and suffered hardships with the country, experienced the Anti-Japanese War and the Civil War, and later heard that he did not go to Taiwan with his contemporaries, but stayed in the university to teach.

The poem reads:

The faint sound of the bell comes out of the distance, and Yi Yilin's shadow is hidden by thousands of crows.

A life of disappointment has become today, and no one in the world is concerned about the sunset.

Broken mountains and rivers welcome victory, and the remaining years send bleakness.

What year is the dream of Songmen Songju, and he recognizes another country as his hometown.

Minglou likes this poem very much, but Mingcheng doesn't.Minglou knew that although Mingcheng was a staunch communist, he was a bit strangely superstitious. It must be the images in the neck and jaw couplets that disliked him.The two of them seldom disagree, and this poem is one of the few exceptions.

But today, during the Mid-Autumn Festival in 1959, Minglou inexplicably remembered this poem again, probably because it was the last line of the poem.Whether they mention it or not, this may be their end.Minglou thought again, in fact, their Ming family had almost never got married, and now it has become a new family. The person they loved the most died, and the living people were separated from each other, but what is there to be afraid of?Faith and ideals are just the strongest chains and bonds that keep them together forever.

He drove south along the narrow road in the old city. On the way, he passed a pastry shop that Mingcheng liked very much. He stopped to buy a cake——Mingjing was born during the Mid-Autumn Festival. As younger brothers, they could never forget her even for a moment. .Coming out of the shop to see the sky, Minglou thought to himself, after eating the cake tonight, he and Mingcheng can go out to look at the moon.

The man is determined to go out of his hometown, but he will not pay back if he fails to learn and become famous.

There is no need for hometown to bury bones, there are green hills everywhere in the world.

The full text of "Bie Day He Yi" is over

At this point, this series can finally come to an end.Minglou and Mingcheng, in my understanding, should have died in Shanghai, or anywhere in China, before the victory of the Anti-Japanese War came—if I misunderstood the hint of the original author.

But one of the best things about fanfiction is that you can flip the ending, opening up new possibilities.So "What's Easy in Another Day" is the answer sheet handed over by my poor brain.

There are many real experiences of people I know in this story. During the writing process, I shed tears several times. I almost finished nearly [-] words in less than a month without sleep. torture.But thankfully, it's finally done.

There is actually nothing else to say here.As a staunch leftist and socialist, let me just say one thing here, Internastal will definitely come true, right!