【Lou Cheng】 How easy is another day

After Minglou and Mingcheng left Leningrad, they decided to return to France by water.

Returning to the mainland from the Soviet Union was much more difficult than going back.The safest way to avoid passing through Germany is by boat.So they first arrived in Helsinki, where they took a long-distance ferry, passed through the Denmark Strait to the North Sea, and planned to call at Calais.

They all used fake passports to enter the Soviet Union. The information registered on it was French and Vietnamese, one surnamed Hu and the other surnamed Nguyen. They ran a large oriental grocery store in the [-]th arrondissement of Paris.In order to match their identities, the staff of the Comintern specially prepared disguised clothes for them, and originally planned to buy two third-class berths, but Minglou said, "Asian businessmen have the habit of carrying a lot of cash, and they usually travel together, and they don't would hang out with strangers", so it was changed to second class.

It was a decent size double room with bunk beds and only a small window with sea view.After seeing the structure of the room clearly, Mingcheng climbed to the upper bunk as a matter of course, but Minglou held him back: "I'll sleep on it. You get seasick."

This reminded Mingcheng of his painful experience in Europe: he vomited from the Indian Ocean until the ship passed the Cape of Good Hope, and finally got used to it. When he encountered a storm near Cape Verde, he vomited again in the dark. Deminglou took care of him for the rest of the journey, and when the ship arrived in Marseilles, Mingcheng was so thin that he almost lost his shape.

I can't think too much about this matter, as soon as I think about it, I feel overwhelmed.Mingcheng hurriedly waved his hands: "Brother... Please don't say it. I'm not seasick at all. Now that you say that, it's really about to start."

There is brisk intimacy in his voice, and there is also a hint of coquettishness that can only be heard by each other.This tone disappeared for a while after the two became subordinates, and now it reappeared.And they all know why.

Minglou didn't agree: "That's the decision."

Seeing that Mingcheng was still standing still, he put down his luggage and took his hand, seeing that the young man was still frowning slightly with a dissatisfied expression on his face, he leaned forward and kissed the center of his brow: "Be good. "

Mingcheng burst out laughing, complained "you fouled", held Minglou's face and gave him a kiss.

Before boarding the ship, they drank coffee in a tavern by the port and tasted the aroma of coffee in each other's mouths as they kissed.The two people who have begun to get acquainted with the taste of kissing got rid of the initial bluntness, and also left the environment of Leningrad with eyes and ears everywhere. They studied and practiced everything about love very seriously and with great enthusiasm.

When they parted, Mingcheng's face was a little hot, but Minglou looked very calm, but couldn't control his hands, and couldn't help brushing Mingcheng's wet lips, and said with a little regret: "I really want to go back to Paris soon."

Mingcheng only felt that his ears were scalded as if he had been scalded by an iron. After pushing him, he couldn't help but want to laugh, so he laughed. While laughing, he said to Minglou, "Five days? Six days at most."

His eyes were shining, and his whole face seemed to be glowing.

They kiss again.

This new kiss is very short, probably because if you don't deliberately control it, no one knows what will happen next.After parting, the two of them tidied up their appearances and checked for each other. After everything was in order, they went to the lounge according to the original plan.

After returning to Paris, Mingcheng will officially start the work of collecting and analyzing intelligence.This was an area he hadn't touched before—although Frunze also offered some basic courses, they were still mainly theory-based without any practice.But for anyone who is about to start this kind of work, the most important thing is the accumulation of daily practice. Only after repeated training, practice, and exercise, and after a lot of tempering, will they not miss a sentence, a hint, Any clues.

Minglou wanted to teach him personally.And this ship is the best entry-level coaching ground.

"Wine tables and card tables are the places where people are most likely to reveal their true nature."

Minglou took Mingcheng to drink, played cards with people, and chatted with people in bad French and other languages ​​with such a bad French accent.He cursed the Jews with the Germans, gossiped about the prince's American girlfriend with the British, made fun of Mussolini in front of the Italians, complained that there were too many communist parties in France and couldn't make money from doing business, and then cursed the Soviets and Stalin with everyone .He drank strong liquor, smoked cheap tobacco, gambled at the poker table, and pushed tips into the breasts of pink girls who sat on his lap.But with such a single-minded focus, he still managed to explain Mingcheng's stunned and bewildered attitude to his poker players: "I, a fellow from my hometown, have never seen the world, please teach him more." After saying this, he laughed out loud. He threw away the cards in his hand and shouted "The banker takes all".

This is a Minglou that Mingcheng has never seen before, or in other words, this is not Minglou at all.

After the first night, Mingcheng helped the drunken Minglou back to the room. He sang out-of-tune French ditties all the way, and all the other guests who were still awake cast strange glances, and later the waiter Born to persuade, but was pushed back by Minglou.

Mingcheng couldn't laugh or cry, he couldn't even tell whether Minglou was really drunk.But Minglou had told him in advance that he was only allowed to watch but not make a sound, so he had no choice but to endure it. In the end, even he himself didn't know whether he was really embarrassed or not.

But as soon as he entered the room, as soon as the door was locked, Minglou fell silent for a second, and then spoke again—this was Minglou again: "Ah Cheng, tell me, what did you hear tonight? "

The body leaning on him was still hot, like a drunk person, but the tone of his voice definitely could not have been spoken by a drunk person.Mingcheng froze, turned his head to look at Minglou, what caught his eyes was a pair of smiling eyes, shining with a faint light in the dimly lit room.

He suddenly felt nervous, let go of the supporting hand, and repeated every sentence he heard.

Minglou had already poured himself a glass of cold water at this moment, listened to Mingcheng's words without saying a word, nodded, and asked again: "Then what did these words tell you?"

Mingcheng thought about it carefully: "It goes without saying that the Germans hate the Jews. The British don't seem to like the crown prince's girlfriend very much."

"But the crown prince likes her. She is a divorced woman. The British will not allow her to become a queen." Minglou smiled at him, "Maybe Britain will change because of this woman in the future. But I'm not sure, maybe That's all."

"You can't stop being a king because of her, right?" Mingcheng thought it was funny after he finished speaking.

But Minglou's attention is no longer here: "Mussolini and Hitler are on the side. Italy and Germany may form an alliance, or they may have formed an alliance. It's just that Europe doesn't know yet."

Mingcheng was startled: "This...?"

"The leader and the head of state..." Minglou fell into deep thought, and quickly regained his senses, "This is not the focus of our work now. You can leave him alone for the time being."

Mingcheng has not recovered from the shock. Although he can memorize almost all the sentences, he just doesn't know where Minglou's conclusion comes from.Minglou saw his shock and confusion, poured another glass of water and drank it, then smiled and said, "I'll take a shower first. Then I'll tell you slowly. Don't worry, you will soon be more proficient than me gone."