Crane

No sleep for one night.

Putting on clean clothes, Fu Jing stood by the window and looked at the vehicles and spies running back and forth like ants below. The cigarette case was repeatedly opened and closed, the lighter rattled and rattled, and no cigarette was lit.She promised Wu Xuanyi not to touch her again, she would not break her promise.

Cigars were also delivered with the clothes, which showed that Wu Xuanyi successfully opened the tin can, and those hints were understandable.If Wu Xuanyi was working for the Central Committee, then she would be greeted with a new round of interrogation. With her familiarity with word games, Fu Jing was sure to get rid of everything.In fact, she hopes that Wu Xuanyi is the Communist Party. There are various indications that this answer is more reliable, but the 1% uncertainty cannot be discarded.

Concern is chaos.

Fu Jing withdrew her gaze, quietly turned to the blue sky and white clouds outside, making her expression as natural as possible.

The entire conference room was still lifeless, the sun rose higher and higher, and then slowly climbed down after crossing the center line.

Finally, the old head of the military command station, who was too late to retire, pushed open the door of the conference room with a gloomy face. The vicissitudes of the old man said very depressed: "Everyone will stay for a few more days, the station has already prepared a place to stay, please." All All the strongholds were emptied, and the Communists receded faster than the tide, and there was no sign of them. Not only that, but Qian Wanjun, who was his right-hand man, was wiped off his neck and died in a place less than ten meters away from the guardhouse. Inside the house, evil door!

Take the slant of the sword, if you don't succeed, you will be benevolent.

When Qian Wanjun fell, many people couldn't help gloating, and some even started laughing blatantly.Fu Jing handed the guards a cigar, followed them downstairs, and a voice kept circling in her ear: The final beneficiary is the Communist Party, and Wu Xuanyi belongs to them!

No more paranoia, no more guessing.

Because of the wide range involved, the investigation by the Military Command Bureau was extremely slow. On the day Fu Jing stepped out of the military command gate, Wu Xuanyi accompanied Wu Yongquan, who had returned from Kunming, in and out of the Yunxiu Building in Huangshan. Important officials are one of the most humane and effective ways to win over.

When it came to an end, the end of the year was approaching.

The wind from the river slowly blows into the Dafu Rice Bank along Nanbin Road, and the camellias are blooming, red, white, purple, and yellow, adorning the capital surrounded by mountains and rivers.Fu Jing was wearing a big red fur collar jacket and thick striped corduroy trousers. She pulled up her cloak and walked quickly across the road to bid farewell to the old year and welcome the new year.The joint guy gave her a new address and cut, and directed her to meet Shangfeng April.

After reading it silently, Fu Jing grinned happily.

The rickshaw runs fast.

The mountain wind was very cold, and Fu Jing was very hot. There was a fire burning in her heart, burning with passion.

In the mountain city under military control, the sound of firecrackers cannot be heard, only the occasional children's play and laughter, dotted with anger.The rickshaw bypasses the market and goes into the alley. From time to time, it encounters farmers with bamboo baskets on their backs. The winter plums in the baskets are fragrant, tender and tender, and when they are a little farther away, the nostrils will be marinated with pepper aniseed The strong aroma of the prepared cured meat quickly took over, and I couldn't help but start to salivate, not to mention the people who had the pig's tail marinated after the fried twist.There are few big red lanterns on the not-so-thick wooden doors, and a lot of window grilles cut out of red paper are pasted upside down. At the end of the year, the people who have been struggling for a long time can always give some flavor to the year, so that the flames of war will change. have to be farther away.

Fu Jing was equally infatuated, watching, listening and smelling all the way, as happy as a child.

The rickshaw ran to the place and stopped firmly in front of the church.

The clouds in the sky rolled up to the golden edge, like a giant whale floating out of the sea, spitting out a water column, moving leisurely and cumbersomely, the wind kept blowing, and after a while, the giant whale disappeared and was replaced by flocks of delicate sheep, and then gradually disappeared. Scattering, slowly revealing the bluer and bluer sky behind, first there is a curved and short blue crack, and then it spreads in all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye like a spider web, and when the crack expands into soft cotton wool, the gray and white thick clouds are gradually swallowed down.The blue color became more and more brighter, and finally, several beams of sunlight penetrated the mist and fell one after another, shining on the Chinese and Western buildings below, making the round roof glow with dazzling white, and the glazed tiles with straight/upturned eaves also followed suit. It reflects the bright emerald and yellow, colorful.

Sunny days gathered popularity here, besides Gao Dayang, there were also youthful students, young women in flamboyant clothes and their high-spirited husbands, and the surroundings quickly formed a hodgepodge, bustling with laughter.

Fu Jing took a deep breath and plunged into the crowd.

Stepping into the solemn church and looking at the majestic cross, Fu Jing felt like a bride, finally able to strut up to the long-awaited sacred altar with joy.When she entered the tower and saw Wu Xuanyi, who was wearing a red cheongsam and leaning on the railing, she felt more like an uneasy groom, eagerly looking forward to gaining the bride's favor and approval.

Wu Xuanyi turned around and faced this side, her newly permed hair was curled behind her round earlobes, and her smiling eyes were full of deep pools, holy and beautiful, with deep affection.Her red and soft lips opened and closed, and her voice was sweeter than that of a lark: "You are here."

You, who cleared away the heavy fog and let go of layers of worries, finally came to my side.

"Well, I also brought the book you want." Fu Jing tried her best to restrain the turbulent joy, and continued to read out the incision that she had just learned: "There are several editions, which edition do you want?"

"The edition of Mr. Lin's poetry anthology is also printed." Wu Xuanyi walked down the stairs, every step seemed to be on Fu Jing's heart, the sound was firm and reassuring.

"Which Mr. Lin?"

"The wind is soft at dusk, the stars are inadvertently flashing, and the drizzle is sprinkled in front of the flowers." Wu Xuanyi stood still at an arm's length away, smiling like a flower: "Have you heard this poem?"

"I've heard, "You Are the April Day of the World"..."

The four eyes are facing each other, peaceful and comfortable.

There is no pledge of eternal love, which is better than vows of eternal alliance.

The following hug was taken for granted, and the two embraced even closer than ever.

The red clothes are obvious and pleasing to the eye.

As the sky brightened, there were more and more tourists. Couples who didn't like to join in the fun walked outside the church hand in hand, and their moods gradually calmed down.

The camellias are blooming thickly/flashyly, and they are fragrant all over the place.

Fu Jing broke off a branch and handed it to Wu Xuanyi: "I can only leave the simplest information, how do you judge which point to withdraw?" There are so many questions to ask.

"Don't underestimate us. We have many channels, and we can find details by collecting different information. Your warning is very timely, otherwise there would be no time to arrange it."

"It was you who assassinated Qian Wanjun, oh, our people?"

"No, it was originally planned to be arranged, but it was preempted." Wu Xuanyi shook Huazhi's hand, and tapped Fu Jing's shoulder: "You should ask Du Longtou, or those brothers he is in the Gelaohui."

If you offend many people, you will eventually suffer the consequences.

Wu Xuanyi looked at Fu Jing whose expression became more and more embarrassed, and before she could open her mouth, she took the initiative to say: "I didn't know it at first, I didn't know that the comrades on the other line were instigating against you, and I didn't realize it until I met Jian Jiaqiao. Clue, I was completely relieved after the organization gave a clear answer." During the few days of waiting, she was also on pins and needles, not much more relaxed than Fu Jing.

"Then..." Fu Jing scratched her neck: "You were with me before, did you really like me... or was it because of a beauty trick?"

Indistinctly, always unable to let go.

"Can't you feel it?" Wu Xuanyi asked back, with a rare stubborn look on her pink face.

Naturally, I can feel it, but I still want to admit it personally.

With a domineering half-flattery style, Fu Jing pinched Wu Xuanyi's palm and stood still, staring at him blankly, her eyes sparkling without blinking.

Wu Xuanyi hooked her fingers, and Fu Jing obediently tilted her head and handed her ears.

"The answer is very long, I have to spend my whole life answering you."

What Lin Huiyin said when she married Liang Sicheng was very romantic.

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The heavy building is tens of thousands, and it is not as good as the spring breeze in April.

In troubled times, there are mountains, rivers, sun and moon to accompany Changming.

The author has something to say:

The original meaning of the article is taken from the sound of the wind and the cranes, which is roughly equivalent to the fact that if you have no idea in your heart, it will easily lead to failure.

Xiao Fu has always been uneasy because she is not sure about Xuan Yi's identity, and her beliefs make her move towards the goal she set, so it is inevitable that she will be entangled. What if her lover runs counter to herself? This makes her extremely uneasy One point, in addition to this, there is also the divergence of feelings of worrying about the country and the people, which is why this article focuses on describing Xiao Fu's analysis and successive denials of his multi-layered identities.

It wasn't until the doubts were resolved and the situation became clear that the state of paranoia finally ended. At this point, there was no longer panic, so the article also came to an end.