Crane

The firewood added to the fireplace made the back hot, and there was faint sweat again, and the windows that were not closed tightly welcomed the cold into the room, making the other half of the body stand up at the same time with goosebumps.

I was in a trance, and whispered softly from the side: "Intermittent music, the most beautiful or gentle night, with a day of stars..."

Unlike herself, who likes to read anecdotes of old history, Wu Xuanyi has a special liking for new poetry. When she was in middle school, she was often excited when she found one or two publications from the New Moon Poetry Society. Tabloid Zhen overlaps the scene of putting it into the schoolbag.The sentence she is reading now is obviously from Lin Huiyin. I don’t know how many young men and women’s dreams have been described by the melancholy and sentimental brushstrokes. If there were no wars and wars, there would be more such dreams. Tasting turbid wine and tea in peace and joy, not just an inch An inch of blood in mountains and rivers.

Fu Jing glanced out of the window again, the sky was as dark as before, filled with mist, how could there be any stars?

Looking back at the corner of the room, Wu Xuanyi was still lying on her stomach, holding up a handwritten poem and was reading. When she saw Fu Jing looking over, she stopped, her eyes were swaying, and she thought she would add a sentence from Xu Zhimo, such as "the most important thing is to bow your head "The gentleness of the poem" and the like, but only slightly stretched his waist, and sighed as an understatement: "I heard that Mr. Lin recently wrote a poem, but it is a pity that it has not been circulated." It is rumored that the poem criticizes current events, saying that the government has formed a youth army. It is to fight the civil war, not to resist Japan.

In this way, the poems of a generation of talented women were buried silently, leaving only one name: "The Harsh Elegy".

I remember that Lizhuang, where Lin Huiyin was located, was only 6 hours away from Chongqing.

Fu Jing lowered her eyelids, her slender eyelashes trembling slightly.

At this time, Lin Huiyin mentioned the youth army and the situation so vaguely...

It seems... the scene where the pro-communist students were let go outside the barbershop still fell into Wu Xuanyi's eyes.

Fu Jing sat quietly.

According to the investigation data kept at the headquarters, Wu Xuanyi, who lives in Chongqing, has been playing the role of concubine seriously, and only when she is in danger will she have a little interest in the political situation.

Ferocious gunshot wounds can easily cause a strong visual impact.

Fu Jing took a sip of the sour lemonade, and bit the edge of the lemon slice with her teeth. It was slightly bitter, with a fragrance in the bitterness.

Wu Xuanyi also looked at her.

Fu Jing on the sofa was shrouded in loneliness all over her body, which was comparable to that in the city full of gunfire seven years ago. At that time, they hugged each other/shivered, and huddled under the church tables and chairs with countless students and thought Wanting to escape the disaster, they were bombarded by the flames of war and fled in panic; at that time, the two were inseparable, and their tightly held hands never let go.

The fire in the fireplace danced, and Fu Jing's thin figure was reflected on the carpet, swaying with the mountains and rivers.If she was as proud and handsome as Han Mei in the ball just now, then now she is as desolate and lonely as a remnant lotus.

Wu Xuanyi picked up his coat and put it on, walked over and closed the frozen window tightly, put the record into the gramophone, picked up the honey pear and peeled it carefully.Fu Jing stopped her from cutting, and held the whole piece in her hand.

"Do you believe this?"

Pears cannot be divided and eaten.

Wu Xuanyi felt that Fu Jing, who had no restrictions or taboos, should not be particular about it.

"It's often said in the gang, if you don't believe it, you can believe it." Fu Jing bit the pear, took Wu Xuanyi's soft and boneless hand, put it into the palm and kneaded/kneaded gently.

The phonograph began to spin melodiously, playing Mei Pai's mellow and fluent singing, full of emotion and subtlety.Wu Xuanyi opened up her coat, and leaned over Fu Jing's body, warm/feeling through the cool half of her body, it would be particularly uncomfortable if she caught a cold in this weather.Honey pears are very brittle, and Wu Xuanyi naughtily stretched out her hand to poke Fu Jing's half-puffed cheeks: "Don't keep your face swollen, it's not good-looking."

Fu Jing turned her head sideways, and met her moist and bright eyes.She couldn't bear to spoil Wu Xuanyi's interest, so she curled the corner of her mouth: "Then poke lightly..."

Wu Xuanyi laughed along, wrapped her arms around Fu Jing's waist, and leaned on her shoulder lazily on the pillow.

The record is spinning round and round, Mei Lanfang, the master of the Mei School, really lives up to his reputation.

Fu Jing raised her neck, and the love/concubine's love of the actress Wang Donghuang appeared in front of her eyes. Now, Mr. Mei, who sings Huadan, has grown up his beard and wants to stay on the stage. story.

Speaking of which, the leader gave the record to himself as a meeting gift.

"This injury..."

Wearing a dress in summer can't be hidden, and Fu Jing likes to dress up abroad so much.

Wu Xuanyi stopped after saying two words, traced the ugly circular scar with her fingers, kissed/kissed the mole next to her lips, neither asked why she was injured, nor asked to be more careful in the future.

What should be understood and what should be done, Fu Jing has her own measure.

The background of life experience only creates a glitz that looks like a flower, but in fact it can be broken at a poke. It can't fill the heart that has been emptied for a long time. Wu Xuanyi knows that Fu Jing still lacks a seed, which can grow into a towering tree after taking root.

Fu Jing hugged Wu Xuanyi to stabilize her, pulled the thin blanket on the armrest to cover her tightly, and also did not want Wu Xuanyi to catch a cold.

this hurt...

As early as a few months ago, maybe I wouldn't have thought about it so much.

She couldn't forget that in the small town, the moment when the deputy commander used herself as a shield in order to escape, and she couldn't forget the pain of the bullet piercing into the flesh and blood. In the alleys everywhere, facing death alone.At that moment, the wait was so hopeless.

The Communist Party removed the door panel and carried her into the narrow courtyard.

The information placed on the bedside clearly told the people who crawled back from the ghost gate that the deputy commander went to the small town purely to accept bribes, and it was definitely not an inspection in line with the people's sentiments. Wang Puppet is completely out of line.At the end of the materials, there was a communist translation signed by Fu Dong, which made Fu Jing read and read again and again, sighing endlessly.That little girl who was not running fast behind her butt grew up, and her long-buried heartstrings of serving the country and the people were deeply touched by this, so that after returning to the headquarters, no matter how loudly all the colleagues swear Kowtow to apologize, is not as bright as a line of blue sky on the slender patio.

The Communist Party told her that there are many ways to fight, not just charging forward. They suggested that she go to Jianjiaqiao Shiwei Bookstore, saying that someone would guide her to get started.

She did not agree hastily.

The other party was not in a hurry, but before Fu Jing figured it out, she needed another small favor.

Fu Jing doesn't mind this kind of transaction on the stage, it is always more real than a mouthful of lies, and it is extremely attractive.

"The lining of the military uniform is torn, please make another one for me when you have time." Fu Jing hugged Wu Xuanyi's nephrite-like body, trying to loosen their tangled strands of hair.

"it is good."

Mrs. Jiang once strongly advocated sewing clothes for front-line soldiers. Although there were fewer and fewer participants, the habit was still there. Moreover, Wu Xuanyi did not feel tired when sewing for Fu Jing.

"Su San left Hongdong County, and went all the way to Taiyuan..."

"Yutangchun" turns and circles in the warm room, which is pleasant to the ear.

Taiyuan...

It was later than Beiping and Tianjin, and earlier than Shanghai and Nanjing. The major cities that fell one after another at the beginning of the Anti-Japanese War have not been able to recover so far.

Fu Jing sighed speechlessly.

The corrupt government/government is as unreliable as the Qing Gang who has become the pawn of others, the backbone of the literati is not as good as a million soldiers, and the so-called goodwill of sewing and conquering clothes cannot reverse the dangerous and chaotic situation after all...

Where will the way out be?

In fact, I already have the answer in my heart, but I still can't let it go. The family affection and loyalty accumulated in thousands of years of culture make people entangled, and then upset.

Fu Jing shook her head, not wanting to.

The wind and rain in troubled times shouldn't seep too much into this rare pure land. If you are in your arms, you should live up to it.

She gently raised her right hand, and her rough palm could not move along Wu Xuanyi's back.

After a while of greed/joy, a small farewell is better than a new/marriage.