The moon shines

Fang Mengwei was right.

As soon as March passed, the battle on the frontline became more and more tense, and the food supply in Peiping became more and more problematic.To make matters worse, as soon as April entered, prices in the Kuomintang-controlled area rose at an unimaginable speed.Before dawn every day, people waiting to buy grain have already crowded the streets. As soon as the grain store opened, they rushed like crazy.Do not grab?You can still buy a bag of rice today, but you won’t be able to buy half a bag tomorrow!

In order to prevent riots and chaos, the police station deployed manpower to guard the entrances of the major grain stores every day before dawn.After a period of time, although violence and chaos have not yet occurred, the Peking Police Department has already felt that the police force is seriously strained.

At 04:30 in the morning, the lights of the Beiping Police Station were already on. As soon as Fang Mengwei put his hand on the doorknob, he heard a police officer inside yawning and complaining: "I can't eat enough and I can't sleep. This is a terrible day." I don’t know when it’s a head!”

Another said: "Be content, at least we still have food collars, so we don't have to line up every day to grab them."

"Pull it down! If the fight continues like this, who knows when the food will run out. Hey, have you heard that song sung by the children in the alley? 'Looking forward to the Central Committee, looking forward to the Central Committee, it will be even more difficult when the Central Committee comes' The next sentence is...Fang, Deputy Director Fang ..." The little policeman was halfway through speaking, and when he looked up and saw the person who suddenly appeared at the door, he was so frightened that he almost bit off his tongue, "...Aren't you resting today?"

Fang Mengwei glanced at him, didn't answer, and quickly glanced at the police officers in the office. They were all in their twenties, and they were at their peak of energy. Turning blue, looking tired.

"Be careful when you speak next time." He warned lightly, seeing that they were still standing still, he asked again: "Why are you all standing still? Why aren't you leaving yet?" He said and walked out of the office first.Only then did the police officers heave a sigh of relief and file out after him.

The grain store was still crowded with people. Fang Mengwei stood not far away, frowning and staring at the grain shopping scene.It has been bright for a while now, and it is time for the grain store to close.Those who didn't get the food yelled and cursed unwillingly, but they didn't make a fuss.Seeing the flow of people gradually evacuate, Fang Mengwei straightened his coat and hat to leave, but suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure in the crowd.

Mingtai?He frowned and greeted him.

"Mr. Ming, you... are also here to buy food?" Yanda teachers have relief food from the United States, so food should not be a problem.

Mingtai turned to look at the food store, shook his head, picked up a bunch of paper bags and waved them in front of him, and said with a smile, "I'm buying medicine, just passing by." Just after finishing speaking, he broke out into a cough.

"Mister's body..." Fang Mengwei almost subconsciously stretched out his hand to help him, and only realized halfway through his hand that at that moment just now, he seemed to have confused Mingtai with the Mr. Su in his dream again.

"It doesn't matter, it's a common cold. It's just like not paying attention to adding or removing clothes when changing seasons." Mingtai smiled and waved his hands in a normal tone.Although he was coughing, he was more breathless than that "Mr. Su" when he spoke.

Fang Mengwei withdrew his empty hand, looked in the direction of Yan Yuan, and said, "Go back to the staff dormitory? I'll drive you."

Mingtai let out an "ah" and looked left and right at the policemen who were still on duty: "It's not good, I've delayed your work."

"I'm resting today, so I didn't worry about coming here to take a look." Fang Mengwei said, and he had already walked to the car.

Mingtai didn't refuse again.

After sending Mingtai off, he hurried home. It was almost lunch time, so Fang Mengwei didn't go back to his room, but sat on the sofa in the living room waiting for his meal.I didn't feel it when I was working, but as soon as I sat down, the drowsiness accumulated some time ago flooded over me, and I fell asleep in a daze after a while.

Yet even in the dream he could not rest for a moment.It was late at night and the dew was heavy, but the candles were brightly lit in the study."Mr. Su", who looks exactly like Mingtai, is sitting with him on both sides of the desk, working together on the mountain of files on the desk.The long night was silent, and the two of them did not speak, but passed papers and inks from time to time, exchanging ideas.In the interlacing of light and shadow, there is no peace in such silent busyness.

It seems that this situation can only last for a long time.

Kemeng must wake up after all.

"Brother, are you asleep?" Mulan's voice separated him from the dream. Fang Mengwei opened his eyes. The weather was fine, but the sound of pots and pans was still coming from the kitchen.The food is not on the table yet.Fang Mengwei looked down at his watch, and only slept for less than 10 minutes, but in his dream it felt like a long time had passed.

Mulan had already sat down beside him, and tilted her head to look at him: "Brother, how long have you not slept? You can fall asleep sitting on the sofa." She continued to mutter: "I think it's better to stop doing this job sooner. Well, it’s not a good job anyway.”

"What nonsense?" Fang Mengwei had fully woken up at this moment, with a straight face, he taught Mulan a lesson, "Speaking is getting more and more inappropriate. I am a soldier, so I can't do it if I don't do it." After finishing speaking, he saw Mulan His mouth was already flattened, and he was looking at him with an aggrieved expression.I couldn't help but sighed in my heart, this naive cousin didn't understand that he was in this position, and the students marched and demonstrated, and he could still be lenient. If he quit, who else in the police station would show mercy to the students? ?

However, he didn't say this to Mulan, and simply bypassed the topic. "I'll serve the dishes." He stood up and walked towards the kitchen, leaving Mulan sulking with her lips pouted.

The food shortage was serious, and the Fang family's lunch was very simple, steamed buns, pickled radish and vegetable soup, with finely shredded ginger in the soup. "Drink some soup first, to drive away the cold." Uncle said that he had already filled a bowl for Xingchang Fang.He wanted to serve Fang Mengwei soup again, Fang Mengwei quickly took the spoon, "Auntie, I'll do it myself."

After dinner, instead of going back to his room, Meng Wei went into the kitchen, glanced around, and asked Mama Cai, who was cleaning the kitchen, "Mama Cai, do you have any ginger at home? Give me two yuan." He thought for a while. He added, "Where's the brown sugar? Give me some of that too."

Mama Cai put down her work and took two pieces of washed ginger, but no sugar. "There is brown sugar, but not much, Meng Wei, what do you want these for?"

"A little bit is enough. A friend has a cold and a cold, and the brown sugar ginger soup can drive away the cold." Fang Mengwei said.Cai's mother didn't ask any more questions, she took the brown sugar jar, scooped up a few spoonfuls and wrapped it in oiled paper, wrapped it in kraft paper together with the ginger, and handed it to him.Fang Mengwei thanked him, took the paper bag and went out. When he reached the hall, he couldn't help but look up to the second floor. His father and uncle had already entered the room, and only Mulan was still standing in the corridor.

"Mulan, are you going back to school today?" Fang Mengwei asked proactively.

"Brother, are you going to see me off? But you seem to be very tired..." Mulan saw what he was holding in his hand, and ran down the stairs. "What is this?" She pointed at the paper Bag.

Fang Mengwei hid subconsciously: "It's nothing..." As soon as he said the three words, he felt that he was trying to cover up, so he confessed: "My friend has a cold, I'll bring him some ginger, and send it to you by the way."

Mulan's eyes lit up, when did her little brother care so much about outsiders? "Who is it? Is it a boy or a girl?" Mulan smiled radiantly, "Send me off by the way, could it be someone from the school? Recently, Teacher Ming seems to be coughing..."

"Keep your voice down!" Fang Mengwei glared, stopping her from continuing, and subconsciously glanced at the study as she spoke.

"It's not about doing bad things. What are you afraid of?" Mulan finally lowered her voice, and asked curiously, "Is it really for Teacher Ming? Brother, when did you get along with Teacher?"

"You can't finish, if you don't go, I'll go." Fang Mengwei tried to hold up his elder brother's majesty.Mulan was not afraid at all, but out of curiosity, she went back to school with Fang Mengwei ahead of schedule.

Xie Mulan pestered Fang Mengwei to ask endless questions along the way, especially curious about the fact that he had to sneak around to give ginger to the teacher.However, Fang Mengwei couldn't explain to her that his father was worried that Mingtai was a communist, communist, and party, and he had confessed early in the morning that he didn't have much contact.He could only babble and deal with it indiscriminately, and finally got rid of Mulan.

After sending Mulan off, Fang Mengwei had not yet reached the downstairs of the staff dormitory.I found a military jeep parked at the door of the dormitory.Looking at the license plate, it seems to be the car of "Suppressing the President". How did the people who "suppress the general manager" come to the school?Fang Mengwei frowned and walked over quickly. "Hello, I'll find Teacher Mingtai." Just as I finished talking to the uncle in the reception room, I heard coughing behind me.The uncle adjusted his reading glasses and pointed behind him, "You came by coincidence, he came out."

Fang Mengwei turned his head and saw Mingtai was wearing a coat, and there was a young man standing beside him.

"Mr. Ming, I'm sorry to bother you today." Seeing that there were visitors on the Ming Terrace, the young man gestured to leave. "Mr. Ming said, if you need anything, just say it. He will ask someone to bring it over."

Mingtai responded with a smile and sent the young man outside the door.As soon as the jeep at the door started, he turned around and asked Fang Mengwei, "Meng Wei, what do you need from me?"

Fang Mengwei didn't answer, but stared at the jeep going away and asked, "Are you the one from 'Suppressing the President'?"

Mingtai smiled again, and said unhurriedly: "I have been in Yan'an for a few years, and it is normal for them to investigate me." Fang Mengwei stared blankly, this smile...it was so similar to the Mr. Su in the dream !The smile was full of desolation, helplessness, and too many emotions that he couldn't understand.It is the smile that only those who have gone through vicissitudes of life will have.

He was shocked by what he found just now, and it took him a while to realize what Mingtai just said. "You don't have to hide your identity now?" Fang Mengwei raised his eyebrows, and reflexively looked around to see if anyone could hear him.

Mingtai smiled indifferently: "An agent whose identity has been found out is a waste of chess. What's the value of concealing my identity? Hasn't Deputy Director Fang already read my resume?"

Fang Mengwei's expression froze, and then he remembered, with Mingtai's background, how could he lack this thing?Even the people who suppress the general can be sent by the young master of the Ming family to run errands.He tightened his grip, and slowly moved the hand holding the paper bag behind him.

This little move did not escape Mingtai's eyes, he had already seen what Fang Mengwei was holding in his hand when he went downstairs. "Is this specially for me?" Mingtai leaned back, staring at the hand hidden behind his back and asked.

"No, it's nothing, just passing by to see Mulan off." Fang Mengwei said dryly and turned his head to leave, but Mingtai grabbed him.

"Meng Wei, do you want me to bring all the things?" He smiled through everything, making Fang Mengwei even more embarrassed.Besides, if it's not here to give something, I feel too hypocritical.I had no choice but to pass the paper bag over: "It's just a little brown sugar and ginger. Mr. Ming doesn't need these, if he doesn't need them, I'll just take them back."

"Who said no!" Mingtai snatched it away and put it in his arms like a baby, "Missing! I'm missing it! Brown sugar ginger soup is the best for colds. I wanted to buy it today but I didn't buy it." He said the same thing To be honest, prices have risen too fast during this period, and there is a severe shortage of food and non-staple food.This brown sugar can be regarded as a luxury.

His reaction eased Fang Mengwei's face, and he pursed his lips: "As long as it works. It's windy outside, sir, go upstairs earlier."

"Meng Wei, thank you." Mingtai said this thank you very sincerely, Fang Mengwei felt a little embarrassed, and smiled shyly: "Then I'll go back."

"Be careful." Mingtai urged, watching Fang Mengwei's car disappear from sight.Back in the room, the paper bag in his arms was still warm, Mingtai opened the paper bag and took out the things.He didn't tell the truth just now. The young man was a young staff officer of the Suppression General Assembly, but he was also the head of the North China City Industry Department of the Communist Party, Comrade Zhang Yueyin.

Mingtai sat in front of the stove, fiddled with the embers, reconfirmed that the note conveying the message had been completely burnt to ashes, and then got up and opened the curtains.

The author has something to say: This text was originally posted on lofter, but now it is moved over here, and suddenly found that there are so many screens, masks, and words!I'm really worried that if I continue to write, the screen, mask, and words that need to be separated by symbols...

Everything is blocked, and people are not allowed to write articles!angry!