red and white

Sitting in the front row, Commander Mu was dressed in military uniform, his temples were slightly white, and his tone was even mild, but he had a military demeanor that could not be ignored, not like the old hooligan Mu Gesheng said, but like a Confucian general.

Mu Gesheng was in the military battalion until he was ten years old and entered the Ginkgo Study. After that, the father and son rarely saw each other.Commander Mu didn't guard the city, he led the army all year round, and there was very little communication between father and son. Mu Gesheng went abroad to study for four years, except for the first letter he received explaining his academic arrangements, there was no news during the four years.

Sometimes Mu Gesheng would forget that he still had a father. Commander Mu had always cared for him and only arranged for him to go to school. There was no tuition and living expenses, but a group of brothers sent subsidies every three days.Before he came back, he had sent letters home, but Commander Mu didn't go home several times throughout the year, so he probably wouldn't receive them. The sudden reunion at this time made him a little surprised by his closeness to his hometown.

"I just have too many questions, so I don't miss your question." Commander Mu took out a cigarette and said, "I'm going south soon, and I didn't have time to see you. Now that I do, I'll ask you a few words."

Mu Gesheng handed over the match and lit a cigarette, "Please tell me."

"Do you know what's going on recently?"

"Yes."

"Do you have any plans to return home this time?"

"Yes."

"I haven't taken care of you since you were ten years old. These years, you get together less and leave more. Although you are not good, you have learned some things in a mess. At least you have the ability to live and work." Commander Mu said lightly: "Now the smoke is everywhere, the building Jiangqing, what are you asking for when you return to the country to take a trip through this muddy water?"

Mu Gesheng laughed: "Father, my son's surname is Mu."

"Far from enough."

"Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the green mountains..."

"Don't drop the book bag for me, think it through before you talk. If you talk nonsense again, get out of the car immediately and buy a boat ticket to go back to Europe to attend your school."

Mugesheng suppressed his smile, was silent for a moment, and spoke a few words in a non-trivial way.

He spoke English fluently, in terms that seemed a little too official for father and son.However, Commander Mu listened, he put out the cigarette, and said calmly: "Continue."

He heard what his son was talking about—the Times report on the war a few days ago.

Mu Gesheng unfolded the situation little by little in the narrative, with a slow tone and complicated content.International disputes, domestic current situation, battlefield situation, people's livelihood... I don't usually look excited, but I just list them all. Obviously, after careful consideration and repeated consideration, it is possible to be so prudent and thorough.

A few words stripped away the hustle and bustle, revealing a green spine from the flesh and blood, like strong wine smashing the cold night, cold and hot.Silence, silence, silence, the night burns a torch in the silence, and there comes the sound of a drum—from the boy's chest.

When he was done talking, Mu Gesheng smiled, it was an indescribable smile, he was generous in life and death, and there was also a tacit understanding between father and son. In troubled times, generals are not fond of kindness and filial piety, but two famous knives that lick each other's blood .

"Even though there are no copper tendons or iron bones, I hope to bow my head and be lucky enough to be a backbone."

The father and son looked at each other in the rearview mirror, Commander Mu threw him a cigarette, "It seems that you came prepared."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to use an ax in front of you." Mu Gesheng struck a match, "Commander, do you think I'm a good soldier?"

Commander Mu hummed, "You've passed."

Having said that, Lao Tzu didn't go around in circles with his son, and said directly: "The situation is stalemate now, and the war is imminent. I will go south soon. I won't take you this time. You can help me with another matter."

"You ordered."

Commander Mu lowered the car window, pointed not far away, "Defend this city for me."

Mu Gesheng followed his father's gaze to see the majestic city gate in the distance, the lights of thousands of houses, the prosperity washed out by thousands of years of wind and frost.

"This is a strategically important place, and it is also the gateway to the hinterland. Once it is lost, the people waiting for thousands of miles will be devastated, and the country will be destroyed." fight."

"You followed me into the barracks when you were three years old. You have traveled to many places in the world. It is not difficult for you to defend a city." Commander Mu turned around and smiled at Muge: "Don't embarrass me."

Mu Gesheng saluted, "Don't worry, Commander."

"What's your name, Commander? Father." Commander Mu patted him on the shoulder, "I've been traveling around in recent years and rarely cared about you. Fortunately, you don't need me to worry too much. The house in this city has been built for many years. But I haven't lived here for a few days, when I come back this time, my father will marry you, and the house will be given to you as a wedding room, and it will be more lively if I add a son and a half in the future."

"It's not that there is a saying that the enemy is not destroyed, and there is no home." Mu Gesheng scratched his head and said: "Instead of worrying about me, you should find a way for yourself. You said that you took your four staff officers After getting married, why are you still guarding the empty boudoir by yourself?"

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll marry you to a tofu seller in the east of the city." Commander Mu kicked him out of the car, "Leave."

"Go slowly. In fact, I think the ones selling wontons in the east of the city are better. Their stuffing is full of ingredients."

"Wait for your father to come back." Commander Mu waved his hand, "I will buy you a hundred catties of pork as a dowry."

The car sped away, and a horn sounded in the distance.

Mugesheng stood there for a while, feeling mixed feelings, so he decided to go to the east of the city to eat wontons. The old pickle stall was still there, with a large casserole sitting on the stove, the spoon was a betel nut spoon with a long bamboo handle, and the bowl was a blue-rimmed porcelain bowl. The wonton skins in the pot are thin and full of stuffing, poured with a spoonful of sesame red oil.After eating two bowls in a row, Mu Gesheng felt drowsy, and walked back to Mufu with a daze, and fell asleep.

On the second day, Muge got up early, and after washing up, he went straight to the outskirts of the military camp. The remaining officer was the former commander of Muge. He had watched Muge grow up since he was a child. "Here's the boy? What skills have you learned from foreigners in the past few years? First do two tricks! After winning the battle, let's talk about entering the door!"

"It's easy to say!" Mu Gesheng had expected such an incident, rolled up his cuffs, "You promise!"

Song Wentong kicked open the gate of the Mu Mansion early in the morning, unexpectedly Mu Gesheng left even earlier, the Mu Mansion was empty all the year round, only a few women who were in charge of cleaning, all of them didn't know what to ask.Song Wentong was let go of pigeons last night, he was in a rage, turned the city upside down, and ran to Baishui Temple, but he couldn't find anyone, and finally he was stopped by Aunt Zhao when he passed by Guan Shanyue , "Little Tonger, I heard that you have been busy all morning, what are you doing?"

"Look for fourth child!"

"Didn't he go to the military camp on the outskirts of the city early in the morning?" Aunt Zhao showed doubts, "It is said that the fights are very lively, and a group of people are watching!"

"?!" Song Wentong walked away.

When he hurried to the outskirts of the city, he saw a group of people gathered around the gate of the barracks from a distance. Mu Gesheng stood in the middle of the crowd and had just knocked down a strong man. "No. 40! Next!"

Song asked Tong into the crowd, "What are you doing?"

"Master Mu is about to enter the barracks, young and old are lining up to fight one-on-one!" The men on the sidelines applauded loudly, and said, "Dozens of them have been knocked down in the morning. Single-handed battles are more lively than stage performances!"

Song Wentong raised his eyebrows, and no longer squeezed into the crowd, but stood aside with folded arms, watching Mu Gesheng fight alone.

The young man in the crowd was wearing a military uniform with his shirt cuffs rolled up. His spine was as straight as a sword in the sun. He laughed and stroked his wet hair, "Come on! Next!"

Song Wentong saw clearly how Mu Gesheng kicked over a strong man just now. This is his most commonly used move. When exerting force, he would even raise his whole body into the air.Song Wentong recalled the first time they met in Ginkgo Study. At that time, Mu Gesheng had just come out of the barracks, with bandages on his arms, and a ruffian look in his sharp edge. Looks good, let's fight?"

Afterwards, this man collapsed into slime in Ginkgo's study. Jin Yiye played cockfighting and lackeys, able to speak but not move, his whole body was put away, and he was a young man with a flair.

But Song Wentong always remembered their first fight, at first it was just a playful probing, but in the end, no one held back, and the two fought fiercely like wild dogs.It stands to reason that Song Wentong has a better chance of winning, but the other party gritted his teeth and looked at him with bright and fierce eyes, as well as undisguised excitement, and the outcome was still in the air.

In the end, they were all carried back. Song Wentong stole wine from the kitchen that night, and wanted to find the boy for a drink, but ran into Mu Gesheng who also stole wine to find him in the corridor.

"Six! Next!"

Mu Gesheng's voice brought back Song Wentong's thoughts, he looked at the young man under the sun, like a white eagle vibrating its feathers, his eyes were as clear as before.

Song Wentong laughed suddenly, turned around and went back to the city. When he came back, he had two more things in his hand, a knife and a jug of wine.

He stuck the red knife behind his back, patted Kaifeng Ni, and watched Mu Gesheng beat people while drinking, "No. 70 Eight!" "No. 70 Nine!" Mu Gesheng unbuttoned and threw his shirt, "Go on, Let's make it together today!"

"No.80 Seven!"

"No. 80 Eight!"

……

"No.90 nine!"

After Song Wentong finished drinking, he threw the jar, and everyone around him was shocked. He walked into the crowd and drew his knife at Mu Gesheng, "One hundredth."

Song Wentong's skill is well known to everyone, Mugesheng has consumed a lot of energy, he is at the end of his strength, the officer watching changed his expression and was about to go forward to stop him, but Mugesheng waved his hand and said: "It's okay." He said to Song Wentong He hooked his fingers, "Come."

Song Wentong drew the knife with his backhand, but the blade was not out of the sheath, his waist sank, and his eyes changed in an instant.

Four years later, Mu Gesheng saw the red knife again, the ancient knife was still sharp, gorgeous and violent.

He laughed at the first move of the knife—because it was also such a sunny midsummer afternoon that year, the tall and pretty young man swung a knife at him under the tree, the blade was amazing, and he whispered, "If you can go through three moves , I will tell you the name of this knife."

"Then what if I win?"

"impossible."

"If you don't try, how do you know it's impossible?"

……

"We've been fighting all afternoon, right? I don't think I have a chance of winning. Tell me, what if I win?"

"If you beat me, I will make you a promise."

……

Mu Gesheng regained consciousness from his thoughts, turned sideways to avoid the first oncoming wind of the knife, and rolled on the spot at the same time, Song Wentong's knife was so fast that no one could clearly see the whole picture of his move, and captured the first blow The moment when the sword shines, it is actually the end of the second move.It is extremely difficult to avoid the two-stage style, but Mu Gesheng did it easily at the beginning, using the shameless style of play in the military camp-don't stand, roll and crawl on the spot, roll as far as you can.

Song Wentong was born in the Mohist school, and his other students came from Penglai, and his martial arts are orthodox and quintessential. It was the first time he saw such a rustic and bandit style move, and he was really shocked.Later he found out that Mu Gesheng was the same person, he was the suave, the brazen, the most cunning, the ignorant. Being able to do anything for a friend without hesitation, but now that he has changed into a military uniform, he is still as shameless in a fight as he was back then, but he is also outstanding.

The two came and went, and their shots were the old tricks from the fight back then, which perfectly reproduced the scene when they first met.Back then they were tied, but now they fought again, and at a faster speed, Mu Gesheng was undoubtedly at a disadvantage.

The leaves of ginkgo have turned yellow several times, but I still remember the past, just like yesterday.

Song Wentong turned around and swung the long knife in a half circle, "Your skills haven't improved much."

"That's not necessarily the case." Mu Gesheng jumped up in the air, "I'm unarmed, if I have a weapon near me, one move can determine the outcome."

"I'm not very skilled, but my tone is not small." Song Wentong clicked his tongue, "The battle has begun, if you can avoid my knife, if you want to take any weapon, you can go and get it yourself."

"How could it work? That's how we fought back then. If I took something, it would be different."

"It should be different." The moment the two passed by, Song Wentong's voice sounded: "Now is not what it used to be."

Mu Gesheng was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Okay! This is not what it used to be, not what it used to be!" He raised his voice and said, "Come on, second child, we will win or lose with one move!"

"Don't show mercy!"

At the critical moment, Song Wentong slashed flat with his saber, slashing through the air in a strange and sharp arc, the red light was faintly visible in the saber light, and even the crowd watching from a distance were shocked by the saber energy and retreated again and again.He put all his strength into this knife, although the red knife was not out of its sheath, it was enough to hurt people.

Mu Gesheng couldn't dodge it, was overturned with a knife, fell to the ground and rolled a long way, his whole body twitched twice, and didn't get up again.

Song Wentong was not so worried that the other party would get hurt, he knew the strength of his saber, but this move of Muge Sheng was not inevitable, it was probably because he wasted too much and couldn't react in time.He walked over with a knife in his hand, "If you can still stand up, continue."

In the next second, Mu Gesheng raised his leg and hooked Song Wentong, and Song Wentong was pulled down to the ground, and then a gun was aimed at his forehead.

"You lost." Behind the muzzle of the gun was Mu Gesheng's smiling face.

Song Wentong kicked him aside, "You are invincible."

"Soldiers are not tired of cheating, you said it can be used." Mu Gesheng laughed, and then collapsed on the ground, "I am exhausted, please help me and drag me in."

Song Wentong was not polite, there was sand all around anyway, he grabbed Mu Gesheng's feet with one hand, and dragged him directly into the barracks.

The entire camp was built by Commander Mu many years ago. There are several small buildings built next to the drill ground. Mu Gesheng went to take a shower first, and came out after changing into a military uniform. ?"

"You still remember Ye Shui Zhu Hua." Song Wentong snorted, "Last night, two floors were filled with banquets to invite you, and no one was seen until midnight."

Mu Gesheng was taken aback for a moment, thinking it was over, he had rarely seen his father last night, and he actually forgot about it.

"That's what." Mu Gesheng knew that he was wrong, and said haha: "If I pay, you will bring all the cooks to the barracks for a meal in a few days, and it will be regarded as an extra meal for the brothers." Wannian iron rooster has nothing to pull out, but at this time he has to pay for it himself, which shows that he is really guilty.

"Go away, I don't need your money." Song Wentong pushed him back, "Where did you go to enjoy yourself last night? You were not at the banquet, and even Feng sent someone to come."

"Fengdu? Why are they so desperate to die?" Mu Gesheng waved his hands when he heard this, "I'm too busy with the living and the dead here."

"It's up to you now." Song Wentong opened the window and looked out from the small building, just in time to see the mountain peak not far away, Baishui Temple looming, "The news of your return has spread, you were not here two years ago, this matter The matter has been dragging on, and now every family is sending people to come."

"Two days later, in the Ginkgo Study in Baishui Temple, the seven families gathered together, and all the scholars contended."