The moon shines

1948, spring.

With the withdrawal of the Three Youth League and the merger of the party, the Peking Police Department ushered in the youngest deputy director ever, Fang Mengwei.And now, the young deputy director was looking through a resume of a new transfer to the Peking Police Department.

Mingtai, 29 years old.Born in a wealthy family in Shanghai, he studied in France in his early years and transferred to the Department of Economics of the University of Hong Kong in 1939. However, he entered the military system before completing his studies.First he worked at the Military Command Shanghai Station, and then he hid in Yan'an for many years until 1947, last year, when his identity was exposed and he was sent back to the KMT-controlled area by the Communist Party as a hostage in exchange.

Such a person is now employed by Yenching University as a lecturer in the Department of Economics? !No matter how you look at it, it's a bit strange.

Of course, the resume obtained by Yanda University is definitely not the one in his own hands.

The identity of this person is by no means as simple as a lecturer at Yanda University.Fang Mengwei knew it well.

If he can get this resume, he thinks that the Central Committee has already set his sights on this person.After lurking in the enemy-occupied area for many years and suddenly exposed, the Party Communications Bureau will definitely carefully screen whether this person is a communist.

There is a black and white photo in the resume. The person in the photo looks like he is in his early twenties at most, and his eyes are full of the childishness and enthusiasm of a teenager.It looks like it was taken many years ago.Fang Mengwei glanced over in a hurry without paying much attention.This person's true identity has nothing to do with him, anyway, it's not his job to screen out the racists.

However, a week later, Fang Mengwei met this person who he thought he had nothing to do with him, but it was not on business.

Coincidentally, this person's elder brother also studied economics, and he had some friendship with Yanda President He Qicang in his early years.No, the younger brother had already contacted Principal He before he arrived in Beiping, asking him to take care of him.

Based on the relationship between Fang and He, the task of picking up people at the station naturally fell on Fang Mengwei.

The early spring in Beiping was never warm. Fang Mengwei stood at the exit and paced back and forth until the hands in his coat pockets became cold, and the train he was waiting for arrived at the station.Fang Mengwei stared closely at the flow of people leaving the station, afraid of missing it, after all, he only saw the photos.

However, this worry was unnecessary, Fang Mengwei soon saw the people he was waiting for in the crowd.

Contrary to what he had imagined, Mingtai did not have the toughness of a soldier at first glance after serving in the army for these years.Wearing a gray coat, a top hat, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, he looks more like a refined and gentle young scholar.The eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses are quiet and gentle, without the fluttering in the photo.

Probably sensing his gaze, Mingtai quickly noticed him, with a flash of surprise on his face.

"Hello, is this Mr. Ming?" Fang Mengwei took the initiative to walk in front of him.

"I am." Mingtai sized him up, and suddenly a youthful smile appeared on his quiet face, like the ripples created by fluttering peach petals falling into the center of the lake.

Faced with such a smiling face, Fang Mengwei smiled almost unconsciously: "I am Fang Mengwei, Uncle He sent me to pick you up. Get in the car quickly! It's cold outside." He stretched out his hand to take it. Mingtai's suitcase.

"You are Deputy Director Fang?" Mingtai greeted with a smile, "I have heard my brother mention that it is really young and promising to take on this important task in his early twenties."

As soon as Mingtai finished his two polite words, Fang Mengwei's resume flashed through his mind.This person is by no means simply coming to Peiping to teach, it is better to stay away from him.Young Master Fang secretly warned himself.The sincere smile just now was only perfunctory: "I don't dare to do it. It's just being hidden by my parents." After a simple response, he put the box in the back seat, helped Mingtai open the car door, and ended the topic.

The two of them were silent all the way, and the young master of the Fang family drove silently without looking sideways.But Mingtai couldn't help looking sideways at the young master. The moment he saw Fang Mengwei on the platform, he almost thought he saw Brother Ah Cheng who was studying in Paris.But after the few short words just now, he will never confuse this Young Master Fang with Brother Ah Cheng again.This young man who puts all the little emotional changes on his face is much simpler than Mingcheng.

Beiping's spring is much colder and more chaotic than Shanghai's. The dust raised by the horses and horses seems to have covered Beiping with a thin layer of loess, making it difficult to see the road ahead.

As the car approached Yannan Garden, the speed that had been steady all the time suddenly slowed down.Fang Mengwei, who was silent all the way, still stared straight ahead, but suddenly said: "I have read your resume. Although I don't know the purpose of your coming to Beiping, but... Uncle He is a good person, I hope you don't take advantage of Brother Ling and Uncle He's friendship did something that hurt him."

Ming Tai smiled: "Why did Deputy Director Fang say that? I was only hired to teach in Peking. Because my brother was taught by Vice President He, I have always been grateful for it. As a junior, since I have come to Peking, I should come here for my brother. call."

Fang Mengwei finally turned his head and glanced at him. Seeing that he was always puzzled, he snorted softly: "Well, you'd better remember what you said today."

Mingtai still laughed. Although the young deputy chief was thoughtful and seemed calmer than his peers, he was still a child after all.He still doesn't understand that there are many things that can't be changed even if they are clarified on the table.But fortunately, he didn't need to do anything to Vice President He and this little boy's father, President Fang, during his trip. This trip to He's house was really just a simple visit to the teacher.

Before the car drove into the courtyard of the He family, there was a girl in a cheongsam standing at the door. It was He Xiaoyu, the only daughter of Principal He.If it were ten years ago, Mingtai would have to compliment such a young and fair lady.But now, the young Mingtai just smiled and simply announced his family name.

"Mr. Ming, please come in quickly. Father is waiting for you. Meng Wei, you have worked hard this time." Xiao Yu smiled slightly and led the two of them into the room.As soon as he entered the door, he found that there was another person in the living room of the He family besides He Qicang, who was full of gorgeous hair.

Father?Fang Mengwei was a little surprised.

Fang Buting got up slowly, and together with He Qicang looked at the tall young man behind Meng Wei.

Mingtai has already stepped forward to greet him, he knows that Fang and He are family friends, but he didn't expect that a junior like him who came to pay a visit to the teacher would also alarm President Fang.Fang and He have very different temperaments, Mingtai quickly guessed their identities, but still looked frankly at Fang Mengwei and He Xiaoyu, and the latter hurriedly introduced him.

"When I was in Shanghai in the early years, I had a few encounters with Brother Ling. Now I heard that his younger brother is coming to visit Brother Qi, so I came to join in the fun. His feet are really beautiful and talented." After shaking hands, Fang Buting smiled Explain why he appeared in He Fu.

"Don't dare to do it, don't dare to do it." Mingtai hurriedly backed down, "President Fang praised it absurdly."

After taking his seat, He Qicang asked about Minglou's current situation without any surprise.

"My brother is still working in the Shanghai Economic Department." Ming Tai replied with a smile, "It's hard to leave the homeland."

"Oh? Brother Ling is a rare talent, but it's a pity that Shanghai... oh no, the economy of the whole country is in such a mess, Brother Ling may be a good woman in Shanghai..." He Qicang sighed.

"Why are you talking about this again?" Fang Buting stopped him, with a hint of consolation, "Although Minglou doesn't take the academic path, didn't he send his younger brother to you? Brother Qicang thought If you want to take the school test, maybe you will accept another proud student?"

He Qicang understood what he heard, and waved his hand: "I'm old, I can't teach anymore. But it's a pity that Jinglun is not here today, otherwise you are about the same age, so you can ask for advice." He said, Xiaoyu came to announce that Mama Li had passed away. After finishing lunch, He Qicang stopped the topic and stayed at Mingtai for lunch.

There is a food crisis in major cities. Even though He Qicang is the vice president of Yanda University, there is not much food to entertain guests.At the dinner table, He Xiaoyu seldom spoke.Fang Mengwei was even more silent, and only Mingtai responded with poems and poems to the two elders from time to time. He was well-informed and humorous, which made a meal that was not a sumptuous lunch more or less enjoyable.A meal can be regarded as a feast for the guest of honor.

After dinner, Fang Mengwei sent Mingtai to the teacher's dormitory in Yanyuan.Because of Mingtai's performance at lunch just now, Fang Mengwei's perception of him has slightly improved.At least, Mingtai seems to be quite sincere, unlike the overly deep Liang Jinglun.

Fang Buting and He Qicang stood in front of the window of the study on the second floor, watching Fang Mengwei's car go away: "Brother Qicang, the background of this Mingtai is not simple, you must not underestimate him."

He Qicang smiled, turned his head and smiled and asked his old friend: "Buting, look around us, how many people have simple backgrounds?"

After all, Fang He and the two looked at each other and smiled, with helplessness on their faces.

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As soon as Fang Mengwei returned home, Fang Buting called him into the room.

"Meng Wei, what kind of person do you think Mingtai is?" President Fang asked, looking a little tired.

Fang Mengwei nodded, walked up to him, and obediently rubbed his father's shoulders.While thinking about how to answer, Bowen has strong knowledge?In front of his old man and Uncle He, mentioning these four words is tantamount to playing tricks.Funny?Presumably this is not what father wanted to hear... Meng Wei thought, Mingtai's eyes hidden behind the glasses suddenly flashed in his mind... So his mouth spit out two words faster than his brain: "Quiet, sincere. "

Fang Buting said "Oh?" and asked, "Have you read his file?"

Fang Mengwei nodded: "He is a member of the military commander."

"Then why would you describe it as sincerity?" Fang Buting asked again.

Fang Mengwei stopped what he was doing and sat down on the chair beside his father.He has always been obedient, but for some reason today he wants to speak for this man he just met, even if he does not believe that this man simply came to Yanda to teach: "He joined the military command in 39 for the purpose of resisting Japan and saving the country."

Fang Buting looked at his youngest son, and said slowly: "Not only that, he has stayed in Yan'an for several years... Now the Central Committee must also think that his identity is unknown. You should avoid contact with such a person."

"Okay." Fang Mengwei agreed, and only then did he understand that what his father cared about was not Mingtai's status as a military commander, but worried that this person was a gangster.In fact, my father thought too much. Since receiving Mingtai, the two of them haven't spoken a few words.Presumably, in the days to come, he, a member of the police station, would not have much contact with the lecturer of Yanda University.

But that night, Meng Wei had a strange dream.In the dream, he held a candle and walked in a long tunnel. After a few bells rang, someone pushed open the door at the end of the tunnel.He looked up, but the man was against the light, and he still couldn't see the man's appearance clearly.

The author has something to say: Although it is written for fun, I still want to collect it~~