mousepad-d2 Chapter 10 Nanjing Nan King
Chapter 10 Nanjing Nan King
The visitor was of medium build, with a baby face with a natural smile, and looked about the same age as Minglou.After Minglou stopped, he and another young woman who came with him walked up to them and greeted them with smiles: "What a coincidence."
Although he was smiling, Mingcheng just felt uncomfortable, especially when he was exchanging pleasantries, the baby-faced young man turned his gaze to him, boasted, "Your brother is really a dragon and a phoenix, a good-looking talent", and squeezed again Pinching his face: "Is this the young master of the family? How old is this year?"
Mingcheng has always disliked physical contact with strangers, but he also knew that this gesture was not malicious, and he was someone Minglou knew, so he tried his best to endure it.But thinking about it, the whole person still trembled subconsciously.
He thought he hid it well, but he didn't want this little trick to escape Minglou's eyes.Seeing this, Minglou casually supported Mingcheng's back, and answered for him with a smile: "It's my second brother. He will be fifteen at the end of the year."
Minglou's hands were extremely warm, and the thin summer clothes couldn't block the warmth that passed on.Mingcheng couldn't help turning his head to look at Minglou, and missed the surprise in the other's eyes: "Oh, so it's the second son."
In fact, Mingcheng has been used to the fact that he was wronged for so many years—even though he finally had a comfortable life after the age of ten, after all, he suffered too much in childhood, and at the age when he should grow up, he just didn’t see any strokes. Many times when I go out with Mingtai, people often turn the two of them upside down, thinking that Mingtai is the older one.
But at this time Mingcheng didn't know what was wrong, a sentence that he didn't take seriously at ordinary times sounded boring today.The other party seemed to be aware of this little emotion, he laughed and said: "Oh, it's my poor eyesight. I misunderstood Brother Ling."
These words were addressed to Minglou.After hearing this, Minglou said to Mingcheng, "Ah Cheng, this is Mr. Wang."
Hearing this, Mingcheng greeted obediently: "Mr. Wang."
"Brother Wang, your friend...?" Minglou stopped just right.
The young beauty smiled at the two brothers: "My name is Xu Sang."
This Wang Jun was in the same school as Minglou, two grades higher than him, majored in politics, and was a well-known talent in the politics department.Ming Lou sometimes went to sit in on the political department's class and heard his name. Later, by chance, he met several times in the school's club.
Judging from the few exchanges, Ming Lou knew that this person was extremely talented, but unfortunately he was too tactful, not the type of friend he would like to make.This time they met by chance, after exchanging pleasantries, they sat down separately, and did not sit at the same table.
Minglou specially asked for a seat with a view of the Qinhuai River, and ordered some of Xueyuan's signature dim sum for Mingcheng, and added a fish.Mingcheng has the habit of never wasting a single bit of food. After the dishes are served, Minglou specifically tells him: "Let's order more if it's not enough, and don't force it when you're full."
After finishing speaking, he picked up the chopsticks, picked up the big thorns on the belly of the fish, and put them into Mingcheng's bowl: "Okay, eat quickly."
Although Ming Lou regularly made phone calls to his home in Shanghai, this was the first time the two brothers sat together for dinner since the family reunion in the old calendar year.The two talked about the elder sister's body all the way from Mingcheng's reading, and they talked about wherever they thought of. They talked in bits and pieces, but neither of them felt bored or boring in the slightest.
Unknowingly, the banks of the Qinhuai River became lively. Accompanied by the silk and bamboo orchestra, Wu Nong's soft words were sent into the restaurant by the breeze, and sent into the ears of Minglou and Mingcheng, causing them to stop talking temporarily and listen attentively. stand up.
Seeing that the young man in front of him was engrossed in listening, Ming Lou joked, "Why don't you... take you to see it?"
Mingcheng took a deep look at him and shook his head: "No. It's boring. But I heard a pipa played very well, it seems to come from the northwest corner... Well, that's there. Big brother, I want to see it tomorrow Look at Stone City, and then go back, okay? I don’t want you to send me, I’ll go back by myself.”
"Of course. Where do you want to go?" Ming Lou immediately agreed, "The season is not right now, otherwise we can go to Meihua Mountain. Or we can go to Zhongshan. Xiaoling's Shinto is very grand, and it is worth seeing. Sun Mr.'s grave is also set there..."
Minglou's proposal, Mingcheng, of course supports it.After deciding on the itinerary for the second day, the two brothers did not wander around the banks of the Qinhuai River in the dark, but took the opportunity to hire a small boat and go down the river, taking advantage of the bright moon and clear wind tonight, to see the stones in the dark city.
The gold powder of the Six Dynasties was left far behind by them, only the mighty wind, torrenting water, and the stone city under the moonlight, crouching in darkness by the river.
They stood opposite Stone City on the boat, silent for a long time, and suddenly, Minglou sang a tune.
The rain turns and the clouds change, and the cold waves roll eastward.Everything pays for nothing.The spirit shows its big moves, and its sound chases the sea and the sky.
In the singing, Mingcheng saw his teachers, those who had died or were still missing, died in their own motherland, and died under the swords and guns of their compatriots.So young and so friendly.
He thought of them and wept silently for them.
Mingcheng felt that today he seemed to be ten years old again overnight, the most painful and helpless, and the most angry and tenacious. Then, the big brother and big sister appeared.
Mingcheng looked at the people around him and saw his tears.
For a moment, he seemed to understand everything, and nothing was clear anymore. He heard his own voice, and was quickly blown away by the river wind. It turned out to be just two words, big brother.
and then?
Mingcheng lowered his head and wiped away his tears.said nothing.
The spirit shows its big moves, and its sound chases the sea and the sky.
The predecessors have said all the words for them, but the things still need to be done by today's people.
The memory of that night later became a rare blank in Mingcheng's memory. If there was any more memory, it was already the next day. They went to Zhongshan to visit the Ming Xiaoling Tomb. Follow him until you walk to the place where there is a rickshaw.
Minglou studied in Ning for four years, during which Mingcheng followed Mingjing and Mingtai to visit his brother several times, but never came alone again.
None of them had agreed on anything, and they both kept that night as a secret.
During the four years of my university career in Nanjing, the name of Minglou School changed several times, and many students and teachers went their separate ways because of political opinions and circumstances—for example, the brother surnamed Wang from the Department of Politics, who was a sophomore in Minglou Bizarrely dropped out of school, since then no news.
Ming Lou thought he would never see him again.After all, in this era, individual fate and choices are too small to be worth mentioning.The suffering of the country urges people to grow up, and it also kills people.
until the summer of 1930.
On that day, Minglou got into a car and was taken to a destination that he knew, but pretended to be ignorant of.
The car drove to the bank of the Yangtze River, then turned around, made several turns, and finally drove to Zhongshan.The sun is shining brightly and warmly, Xia Chan is very noisy, but Minglou's heart is extremely stable.He silently recited sentences that he was too familiar with to better stabilize himself: "Communists don't bother to conceal their views and intentions. They publicly declare that their purpose can only be achieved by violently overthrowing the entire existing social system." Reach. Let the ruling classes tremble before the communist revolution. In this revolution the proletarians have nothing but their chains to lose. What they gain is the whole world."
The car stopped in a yard deep in Zhongshan.
Minglou got out of the car and found that he was not alone.A dozen young men and women of his age had already arrived, and there were many familiar faces among them.
He knew there might be his real partners among them, but he was in no rush to find them.All he needs to do now is to join them and become one of them.
They looked at each other, talked softly, and knew the person they were about to meet, but they knew nothing about the upcoming fate.
At this time, two people walked out of the small building at the end of the yard.
The leader, Minglou, had seen his name several times in the newspapers, and he walked in front of this group of young people with a vigorous gait, a gait unique to soldiers.After seeing him clearly, Minglou thought to himself, so he is so young.
The other party looked around them, and the conversation stopped.Then, he spoke, his voice was not loud, and he still had a distinct accent from Quzhou, Zhejiang, but because he spoke slowly, it was not difficult to understand: "Everyone worked hard all the way, work hard. Dai is a soldier. , I am not a politician, so I will not say useless greetings: You are all promising young people in the country, future pillars, outstanding grades in school, and patriotism is what I admire. The country supports you Today, there are Russian tigers watching outside, and red bandits rampant inside, it is a time of crisis, but I don’t know if you have the ambition of Ban Chao and Su Wu, and are willing to abandon your pen and join the army, and serve the country?"
All the people present have gone through thousands of choices in advance, and the answers are naturally self-evident.
Dai Li smiled slightly, turned sideways to signal the people behind him to come forward, and said, "Very good. Then let me introduce you first. This is your future instructor, Wang Tianfeng."
The person who had faded from Minglou's memory just appeared in front of Minglou's eyes vividly, with the same medium build and naturally smiling baby face, but no longer his former name.
His face was pale, the corners of his mouth were sad, his eyes were like lightning, and he didn't have a smile.
Minglou looked at him and knew that the test had come.
But he is fearless, just like the oath he once made: fight for communism all his life, sacrifice himself, work hard for revolution, strictly keep secrets, and swear not to betray the party.