The moon shines

"Uncle Cui, I have to work hard on you again." Fang Mengwei handed the box containing red wine and cigars to Cui Zhongshi. "Actually, if it wasn't for official business, I should have delivered it myself."

"Don't say such foreign words." The gentle middle-aged man smiled like a spring breeze, and his Mandarin with a Shanghai accent was as delicate and soft as his own. "Meng Ao will ask about you every time. I think that after a while, he will be willing to go home after he has figured it out."

"Yeah." Fang Mengwei nodded with a smile.In fact, both of them knew that with Fang Mengao's temperament, they really didn't know when this "after a while" would be. "Uncle Cui..." Seeing that Cui Zhongshi was going to get in the car, Fang Mengwei couldn't help calling him again, "Brother is outside alone, and planes are rarely available now, so I must be unhappy... Please persuade me more." .”

"Don't worry." Cui Zhongshi promised with a smile, then turned and boarded the train.

Both the father and the elder brother are stubborn. The elder brother resents the father because of the death of his mother and younger sister, and the father can't bear to ask the elder brother to forgive him. It is a dilemma for him to be caught in the middle.The eldest brother's refusal to recognize each other has become a thorn in his father's heart. No matter how obedient he is at home, it is difficult to make his father's sadness lessen.And big brother...

Fang Mengwei looked at the sky, as if there would be a plane flying by his elder brother.He hadn't seen him in ten years, and the elder brother he remembered was still a teenager, the gentle and strong brother who wholeheartedly protected him when he was living on the streets in Shanghai.However, every time he thinks about it, he always thinks of the dream every night, it seems that in the dream, he also has such admiration for an elder brother.

But that elder brother never seemed to appear in the dream.

In more dreams, he always took a candle to the other end of the tunnel to meet a person about his age.The man seemed to be in poor health, he was wearing a lot of clothes, and coughed every now and then, but he spoke very clearly and neatly.Fang Mengwei didn't know why the two big men met secretly.What made him feel even more strange was that it seemed to be a sneaky secret meeting, but the discussions were all about the government affairs of the court.

The era in the dream is also fatuous and corrupt.Those confusing interests and factional struggles, to him, sounded like a mess with no threads at all.However, the people at the other end of the tunnel have the ability to unravel the cocoon, can sort out the clues from the mess, and quietly disassemble the intricate net on the temple.

……

When I woke up, I found that there was still the latest party newspaper in front of me, and the headline was "The National Army's Recapture of Kaifeng".good news?Fang Mengwei shook the newspaper and glanced at it quickly, and couldn't help sneering, can it be called good news if you lose face and face?Most of the grain-producing areas are in the hands of the Communist Party, and the shortage of food in several major cities is severe. It is only March now, and prices have started to rise continuously. I really don't know how to live in the future.

During this period of time, more and more exiled students from the Northeast came to Peiping, and food and accommodation were urgently needed. The police station also mobilized some police forces to settle the students, and Fang Mengwei was the person in charge.A batch of relief food was distributed just yesterday, so many students, so little food, I don't know how many meals there will be enough.

In the dream and outside the dream, it is the affairs of the family, the country and the world.

But with that person in the dream, no matter how chaotic the situation is, he doesn't worry about it.There is only one thing, the face that I saw clearly in the dream, but I can't remember it clearly when I wake up.

Dreams are always absurd.Fang Mengwei told himself that he had just picked up the uniform and was about to put it on. After thinking about it, he changed into a half-worn youth uniform.The work of the police station is not idle, but he was thinking about Mingtai's invitation, so he finally found time to go to Yanda University to listen to a lecture.

He went early, and there were not many people in the auditorium when he arrived, so he picked a seat by the window.Fang Mengwei, who had changed into a youth uniform, did not attract extra attention, and the students who entered the venue one after another sat down in the empty seat next to him without any suspicion.There is no avoidance, no disgust, and even a good-natured smile when the eyes meet.

Give him the illusion of acceptance.It seems that I am really a member of the campus.

until someone asked him. "Student, which department are you from?"

Fang Mengwei was startled and almost fled.In the end, he calmed down and said, "I'm not a student." With wide-eyed eyes, he restrained the murderous aura trained in the army, revealing the dignified and scholarly aura of a family of poetry and etiquette in his bones.He said he was not a student, and the person who asked the question was about to ask which department he was a teaching assistant in the next sentence. At this time, the person in charge had already invited the speaker, so the person stopped talking.

No wonder there are so many female students today.

This was the first thought that flashed through Fang Mengwei's mind after seeing the speaker standing on the podium.

Mingtai was originally from a wealthy family in Shanghai, and he was the youngest in his family, so he was extremely particular about food and clothing.This kind of delicacy soaked into the bones made him exude a brilliance that was hard to hide even if he was in the market in rough clothes.Just like today, he is wearing a half-worn taupe quilted gown, which is a very common outfit in Peiping, and he is three points more refined than others.

After Mingtai introduced himself, his eyes swept across the audience unhurriedly, and he pursed his lips into a smile.The auditorium is not too big, Fang Mengwei felt that he seemed to be smiling in his direction, but he doubted whether he could see him.

Mingtai turned around and wrote the word "Divine Comedy" on the blackboard.As he said when he invited, this is a purely academic lecture.And what he is going to talk about today is Dante's "Divine Comedy".

"He is the last poet in the dark Middle Ages, and also the first poet to usher in the dawn of a new era..." Mingtai's voice carried the unique softness of the southerners, but in the softness burst out vigorous vitality , has exciting power.The podium quickly fell silent, and he was the only voice in the huge space.

It is said that economics and politics do not separate families, but literary works also bear the imprint of the times.Dante groped and struggled in the dark, longing for the coming dawn.Isn't it the same for the hundreds of students sitting in the lecture hall, together with the Mingtai who gave the speech on the podium?After nearly three years of civil war, the domestic economy has collapsed and the people are living in dire straits. These educated and ambitious young people all want to seek a bright future for the motherland.

A narrative poem written hundreds of years ago made Mingtai speak impassionedly.In this quiet lecture hall, Fang Mengwei clearly heard the sound of blood surging.The desire for light, the pursuit of ideals, and the things that touch people's hearts have always been simple and plain.As the saying goes, "the great way is simple", even if the country and the time are different, people's ultimate pursuit is not different.

Mingtai was excited to speak, but broke his voice under excitement, and before the audience laughed, he coughed instead.At first, the students thought he was trying to cover up his embarrassment, but unexpectedly he coughed more and more, looking like he was coughing up his lungs.

The students in charge of organizing the lectures were very winking. They rushed to the podium early in the morning, handed water and slapped their backs, and it took a long time before they stopped.Looking at the worried eyes in the audience, Mingtai laughed instead, took the coat and put it on his shoulders, and laughed at himself: "The elders always say that the spring covers the autumn, and it seems to be true. If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of your eyes. It’s getting warmer, so I can’t lose clothes for a while.” After finishing speaking, he thanked the host for his care and continued the speech just now.

However, such a simple action of putting on clothes made Fang Mengwei turn pale all of a sudden.As if struck by lightning, he stared at the chattering people on the stage without blinking, as if he wanted to engrave his appearance into his heart.

eyebrows, eyes

mouth smile, cough

A scar on the right eyelid, a mole on the left temple

……

The person in the dream is Mingtai.

Shocked by the discovery just now, Fang Mengwei didn't listen to a single word of Mingtai's next speech, and his mind was full of overlapping faces of the person in the dream and Mingtai in front of him.

At the end of the speech, there will be a session for students to ask questions as usual.The student sitting in front stood up and asked loudly: "Teacher, what is your ideal, what is your belief?"

The atmosphere in the lecture hall suddenly changed. The student who asked the question was quickly pulled to sit down by the person next to him, who blamed him for being stunned. He shouldn't ask such a sensitive question openly, embarrassing the teacher.

However, Mingtai was not in a difficult situation.He smiled at the student who asked the question and said something in Latin.When he read Latin, his intonation was very eloquent.Fang Mengwei couldn't understand, and most of the students present couldn't understand either.Fortunately, Mingtai didn't intend to show off on purpose. After reading the Latin sentence, he explained:

"Faith is the essence of hope and the basis of things not seen."

Obscure, but to the point.No one can fault it.

The next few questions were much more common, and the session ended soon.The students got up and left in twos and threes, but Fang Mengwei was still immersed in the discovery just now, the person in the dream had the same face as Mingtai!The number of times we met was very few, why did he dream of Mingtai?

"Meng Wei, you are indeed here." Ming Tai approached.

Looking at the smiling face like the spring breeze, Fang Mengwei couldn't tell what was in the dream for a while, and the words "Mr. Su" blurted out.

Mingtai's eyes and brows were full of doubts.

Only then did Fang Mengwei wake up, and stood up awkwardly to say hello. "Mr. Ming." After thinking about it, he added, "You speak really well. I have read "The Divine Comedy" before, but I don't have such a deep understanding."

"Really? Come and listen when you have time."

Fang Mengwei was about to nod, but he still told the truth: "I'm afraid it will be very difficult. The current situation...the police department's official duties will only become more and more serious." The two of them had already walked outside the auditorium while talking.Fang Mengwei glanced at the peaceful and peaceful campus, and frowned slightly: "Students can still listen to the lectures in peace. After a while, if the food is not distributed, they may not have this kind of thought. But the students are probably not bad. When the government has food, it will take care of them first, and the life of ordinary people is the most difficult."

"It's their blessing to have someone like you in the police station." Mingtai said, "To be honest, I'm a little surprised that you can think of the hardships of ordinary people."

Fang Mengwei's face sank, and then he showed a mocking smile: "Mr. Ming thinks I am a pampered son?" He paused, but then said, "In 37, my eldest brother and I were living as refugees in Shanghai. It took two years for my father to find us. During that time...it’s hard to say whether we can live, and it’s nothing if we don’t have enough to eat.” He shook his head, not wanting to recall any more, but said, “Fortunately, I have the protection of my elder brother, and my father Found it, only now can I stand here and speak."

Mingtai was a little surprised, 37 years?Fang Mengwei is still just a child, right?He really couldn't imagine the appearance of this young man with aristocratic temperament in front of him living on the street. Did the melancholy and depression in his eyes start from then? "Really, if I could have known you at that time..." Mingtai's tone was rare hesitation, even he himself didn't understand why Fang Mengwei's plain talk made him feel worried.

Seeing his appearance, Fang Mengwei softened his heart and comforted Mingtai: "Being born in such a family, I am luckier than those refugees."

Mingtai understood from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't say too much. He turned his head and saw that the peach blossoms in Yanyuan were in full bloom. He quietly picked one, and said to do a trick for Meng Wei, turning his hands back and forth twice. , to show that his hands are empty, and then he stretched out his hand to touch Meng Wei's shoulder, and a delicate peach blossom fell into the palm of his hand. "There is nothing in Yanyuan, let me give you a spring." His tone was playful, his brows were raised, and he suddenly looked like he was young and flying many years ago.

Fang Mengwei thanked him and reached out to take the flowers.

Blooming flowers, a clear boy, no matter how you look at it, it matches well.

The author has something to say: Save the manuscript box to help the owner roll around and ask for collection~