The moon shines

The water in the small pot boiled, and the bright yellow shredded ginger was gurgling in it. Mingtai scooped a spoonful of brown sugar into the pot and stirred it. The water soon took on a warm color, with a slightly spicy sweet aroma It rushed to the forehead, and the water hadn't been drunk yet, and he had already sneezed a series of times.

Mingtai took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, suddenly thinking about himself xx years ago.At that time, he was young, healthy and full of vigor.Even after turning around in No. 76 and stepping on the door of hell, the injury recovered quickly.It's just that in the past two years, the earlier injuries have finally shown up, and it's easy to have a fever and cough when the season changes.

During the few years in Yan'an, he pulled out a few nails and pulled them out. He simply pretended to be exposed together with the last batch of people who were pulled out. The Kuomintang-controlled area continued to lurk.This is also done to protect his upline, his elder brother who is far away in Shanghai.

He had been in Shanghai for nearly eight years. After returning to the Kuomintang-controlled area, he only stayed in Nanjing for a while. After going through the procedures for repatriation personnel, he was sent to Peiping to perform tasks. During this period, he had no time to return to Shanghai.

You don't need to guess, it's a deliberate arrangement.The code name is still the same, but the online is changed, and they still refuse to meet directly.But he had lost interest in probing.Although a new task has been arranged, the identification of his identity by the Central Unification side has not ended.For a double agent, the danger is double, and the suspicion must also be double.

I still remember when my elder brother said in Shanghai that his greatest hope is to live in the sun one day.At that time, he wholeheartedly felt that as long as the Anti-Japanese War was won, his elder brother's wish would definitely come true.

But now...Mingtai inhaled the heat from the gum candy ginger soup, and his nasal cavity, which was a little dry from the spring breeze in Beiping, felt comfortable again.He stared at the earthy air outside the window, as if he could penetrate the space and see the distant Shanghai.

Big Brother, Brother Ah Cheng... Will we really have a day in the sun with our identities?

The cooked brown sugar ginger soup finally cooled down, so I took a sip.The spicy, sweet and warm liquid flows down the throat, as if the hand that has been warm all the way comforts the internal organs.People can't help but think of the young man who sent them here, this young man from a family who has been in the party, government, military and police, but has such a pair of pure eyes, which can be seen clearly at a glance, which makes people want to go Protected clarity.

At that time... did the elder brother also have the same thoughts about Ah Cheng?

Mingtai didn't know, and couldn't even verify it.He only knew that now he was restrained by others everywhere, far less comfortable than when his elder brother came here, and Fang Mengwei's own ability and background did not need his protection at all.

such a pity!Received favors but could not repay them... Mingtai put down the empty bowl, looked out the window and let out a sigh of inexplicable meaning.

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Probably the brown sugar ginger soup played a role. Mingtai's cold was better than before, and he resumed his normal teaching work after a few days.Professor Liang in the department helped Vice President He with the reform of the currency system, and the teaching task was shifted to Mingtai.Mingtai accepted it with a smile in front of his face, but he wondered how they would feel if they knew that he, a so-called high-achieving student from the Department of Economics of the University of Hong Kong, had never attended a single class in Dalian, Hong Kong.

After thinking about it, although the lecturer of Yanda University is only a latent identity, the drama still needs to be done enough.Mingtai not only prepares a lot of textbooks, but also asks Professor Liang for advice from time to time, sometimes in He Fu, sometimes in foreign language bookstores.I learned from Xie Mulan that the second young master of the Fang family disliked Professor Liang very much.Compared with Meng Wei's clarity, Professor Liang's eyes were too deep.Mingtai has no love or hate for him, but based on his intuition after years of working as an agent, he feels that Liang Jinglun is by no means simple.

"Mr. Ming, you are too modest. This lesson plan of yours is enough to be used as a teaching material." After Liang Jinglun carefully changed the lesson plan in two small places, he handed it back to Mingtai.

"Professor Liang may not know that I didn't study economics before. I happened to study economics after changing departments and schools a few times. The weak foundation can only be made up for by the day after tomorrow. It's not easy to mislead my students." Mingtai smiled. Take the lesson plan. "There are still many places that I need to ask you for advice."

Liang Jinglun waved his hand: "You and I were able to exchange knowledge before, but asking for advice is really unworthy." After saying that, he made a gesture of invitation, and left the study room with Mingtai.

Before he reached the hall, he heard He Qicang's voice: "Go back and tell your father that the teachers and students of Yanda University are hungry, and I, the principal, are starving with them. I'll accept his wish, and you can carry the food back. "

The two looked at each other and walked quickly to the hall.I saw Fang Mengwei standing at the entrance with half a bag of rice on his shoulders.Principal He's words put him in a dilemma.Although He Xiaoyu was also there, she couldn't persuade her father to say so.

"Uncle He, my father said that this food was given to his friend, not to the vice president of Yanda University." Fang Mengwei said.

He Qicang's expression softened slightly: "I thank him for his kindness, but my colleagues and students are all starving, and I can't swallow this food."

Fang Mengwei looked at He Xiaoyu, then at Liang Jinglun, the former shook his head slightly, while the latter simply stood up as a wooden stake.He wanted to persuade again, but Mingtai smiled and preempted: "Principal He, the teachers and classmates are all starving, and this half bag of rice is enough for many people to eat. Why don't you accept it first, turn around and go Distribute the food. President Fang knows it, and he will not insist on sending food to you next time. This way, Meng Wei will have an explanation when he goes back."

He Qicang stared at Meng Wei for a moment, knowing that he listened to his father the most, carrying grain into this gate, and it would be extremely difficult for him to carry it out.Mingtai's proposal is also a solution.Finally nodded, "Let's do it like this." Then he told Fang Mengwei, "Just this one time, it won't be an example." Fang Mengwei hurriedly agreed.What Ming Tai said was right, if his father knew that Vice President He distributed the food he sent to the teacher, he probably wouldn't insist on sending the food over.

"You are a child with a quick mind and many ideas, very similar to Minglou when he was young." He Qicang said to Mingtai.The two chatted a few more words before Ming Tai was able to say goodbye and left He Mansion with Fang Mengwei.

Fang Mengwei drove Mingtai back to the faculty dormitory again.After getting out of the car, he called Mingtai to stop and asked, "Mr. Ming, can I have a moment of your time?"

"of course."

Probably seeing it a lot in dreams, Fang Mengwei always felt that he was very familiar with Mingtai.The two of them stood side by side under the shade of the tree, watching a bird flying in and out of the grove with a twig in its mouth, as if it was busy building a nest.

"Faith is the essence of hope and the basis for things not seen." Fang Mengwei suddenly asked, "Mr. Ming, Dante said this, right?"

Mingtai smiles. After all, he is a child of the Fang family. Even though he joined the Sanqing League at the age of 16, he still has a bit of a family of poetry and rituals in his speech--when it comes to some difficult questions, he always likes to ask questions. Use poetry to draw topics.It's a bit convoluted, but not obnoxious.He nodded slightly, waiting for Fang Mengwei to continue.

"Last time, you only focused on the hell chapter, why didn't you talk about the heaven chapter?" Fang Mengwei asked.

Mingtai still smiled: "Because the hell chapter is the most exciting part. There are resistance, doubts, and various voices. Besides, what's more important is——" He half-spoken and lengthened the ending, successfully It caught Fang Mengwei's attention.He smiled deeper, "More importantly, we have all seen hell, but we have never seen heaven."

Fang Mengwei soon understood again: "It's not that you don't like heaven, it's just that you don't like Dante's paradise."

"Of course, he threw all the heretics into hell." Mingtai said. "Meng Wei, what do you want to say? I rarely see you talking like this."

Fang Mengwei lowered his head, licked his lips unconsciously, then raised his head, looked straight into Mingtai's eyes, and asked softly: "You've been in Yan'an for so long, where is it more like hell? "

Mingtai shook his head: "Meng Wei, I'm afraid I can't answer this question for you."

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