【Lou Cheng】 How easy is another day

Lying on the ground and looking at the clouds, there is always beauty in the distance.Mingcheng pillowed his bag, Minglou pillowed his arm, letting the evening autumn wind blow over his body, he didn't bother to say a word for a long time.During this period, a dog came over and sniffed them curiously. Mingcheng even touched two small animals. When he heard the sound of footsteps going away, he touched Minglou's head in exactly the same way, and made a serious evaluation: "Well, it's kind of like it, except it's harder to the touch."

Minglou maintained the posture of lying on his back and looking at the clouds, and seemed to have no intention of fighting back. His breathing was very low, and almost all his breath was hidden.

Mingcheng grinned, turned over to look at the people around him, his eyes were closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

But Mingcheng knew that Minglou was not asleep.He is more familiar with Minglou than himself, maybe Minglou is the same for him.

He looked around and was sure no one was there, so he leaned over and blew in Minglou's ear; Minglou opened his eyes and said with a smile, "Hey, I'm still waiting for you to bite me."

After speaking, he followed suit, and touched Mingcheng's hair: "Well, this one is soft to the touch, more like it."

The two laughed and fought together, causing passers-by to stop for a second: it's so good to be so young and friendly.

It's impossible for them to really fight. After the children's nonsense, they all felt that they had won a victory, so they stopped.Mingcheng looked at the grass on his body very dissatisfied, and when he patted it, Minglou said again: "Xiaotiangou has become a monkey grandson again. Master Ah Cheng really strives for perfection."

Now Mingcheng was not polite anymore, picked up the "Narzis and Goldmund" in his hand, and flew straight to Minglou's forehead.

When Ming Lou fished it out, the book landed safely in his hand, avoiding a bloody disaster without any risk.

Ming Cheng glanced at him: "Brother, let me do it once too."

Minglou asked back, "Isn't I enough for you?"

After finishing talking, I will talk again, but this time I didn't finish talking, so I just slapped him lightly.

Minglou pretended to cough again—this time, he didn't know whether it was to hide his smile or to be ashamed, but his eyes were always smiling, and he couldn't think too badly.

But after this battle, Mingcheng has thoroughly learned that it is really difficult to win the upper hand with Minglou, so he decided not to argue with him for the time being, and took his book back from Minglou's hand, and lay back to read. went.

He was reading the book, and Minglou peeled chestnuts for him.Minglou’s chestnuts were not peeled very well, eight out of ten were broken, but the taste was still the same, and Mingcheng was never picky about him, the two of them peeled and ate, and waited until it was dark enough to read a book. With great effort, the large bag of chestnuts is already half empty.

Minglou glanced at his watch, guessing that Mingtai would be back soon, so he gently pushed Mingcheng: "It's almost time. The little thing should be home soon."

Mingcheng was engrossed in reading the book—with Minglou by his side, he always indulged himself to enjoy a moment or two of "not vigilance"—it was only after a while that he woke up: "...Huh? Going back? Okay."

Seeing that he was so reluctant to close the pages, Ming Lou couldn't help but ask him when he got up: "So what is this book talking about?"

"Sir, are you going to test my German again?" Mingcheng looked at him with a smile in his eyes.

"Now your German is better than mine, and I can't pass you." Minglou patted the back of his windbreaker for him, "It's just out of curiosity."

So Mingcheng told Minglou the story concisely.It tells how a teenager who lost his mother met his best friend and mentor in life in the monastery, got his guidance and love, pursued his own life path, and finally died by his side.In the end, Mingcheng said: "The Germans probably have a natural ability. They write political discourses that are hotter and more beautiful than poems, but write novels like philosophical discourses, while not depriving the beauty of words."

Minglou smiled: "It shouldn't be divided into each other. Look at the many chapters in "The Communist Manifesto" and "Das Kapital". Aren't the metaphors and descriptions not enough to move and motivate people?"

Mingcheng nodded, and put the book into the bag: "So I think we should encourage the little thing to put down Latin temporarily. Let him learn German."

"His problem is not in Latin or German, but in perseverance. Mingtai, what does he really want to do, what does he want to learn? Doesn't he learn by analogy? The eldest sister writes letters and telegrams every now and then to urge him Study at ease and become a scholar in the future. I don’t want to force him because I don’t want to force him. What kind of life a person chooses and what kind of path to take is actually hard for outsiders to influence. To be able to take responsibility for one’s own choices is to It's already too good." Minglou lowered his head, and smiled softly, "As brothers and sisters, all we can do at that time is to support him in case the sky falls."

"So you are really going to hide it from my eldest sister and let him travel around the world?"

"If he has the perseverance, then let him go."

While they were talking, they turned onto Kongde Street. Seeing that they were only a few steps away from home, Ming Lou bought some grapes and two pieces of cheese at the grocery store on the street. Is it my turn to cook?"

Mingcheng was amused by this way of knowingly asking, but he answered him solemnly: "Yes."

In June of this year, Mingtai graduated from Henry IV and transferred to the Sorbonne to study political science. After a few days of class, he announced that he would no longer use servants, but that the three brothers should take turns to take care of housework and chores.

Regarding Mingtai's ambition to eliminate exploitation and liberate all mankind, the two elder brothers did not speak out against it, and fully supported it, and let Mingtai take charge of the arrangements.So seven days a week, each person takes turns two days, and go out to eat on Sunday, which is fair and reasonable.

After getting a definite answer, Minglou let out an "oh", took the bag, turned left, and went to the bakery next door to pick up two baguettes: "Anyway, this kid from Mingtai has passed the time to grow his body, so tonight Pani Come on, there are some ham slices and lettuce leaves at home, plus chestnuts, enough to eat."

Mingcheng couldn't help laughing for a while, and it took a while to speak again: "How long do you think our young master can hold on?"

"He can persist as long as he wants." Minglou paused, "Back in 32, when you first came into contact with communism, you also thought about dismissing all the hourly workers at home, didn't you?"

When asked this suddenly, Mingcheng was taken aback, and after a while he smiled embarrassedly and admitted.

"Why didn't you do that?"

"I'm afraid it's inconvenient for you. I couldn't take care of you well at that time."

"This is the difference between you and Mingtai. When you do something, you are not in a hurry to say it, and you are more concerned about other people, and you would rather wrong yourself. Mingtai hasn't learned it yet. I know that the political department of the Sorbonne is left. The extreme left, the extreme right, he is now indoctrinated with two views, and it is impossible not to be touched. So let him try, first let him know what labor means, what exploitation means, this is It's not a bad thing for him. Second, he's a big fuss, and it's also a cover for us. Kill two birds with one stone."

"I think he is very interested in the colonial system during this time. Maybe our family is really going to have a politician."

Minglou just smiled: "Him? He's too soft-hearted, I'm afraid it won't work."

"Brother, most people are going to change. I don't believe that three years old is old."

"Then I hope he won't change." Minglou pondered for a while, "But it's still the same sentence, although he is our younger brother, none of us has the right to decide the trajectory of other people's lives."

They did not discuss Mingtai for the rest of the journey, but instead briefly talked about Mingcheng's work at the embassy.Mingcheng told Minglou that based on his observation and judgment, among the staff of the embassy, ​​he was not the only one who was secretly observing Gu Weijun.Minglou is not surprised by this: "Gu Shaochuan is not a member of the Kuomintang. He was in the cabinet of Yuan Xiangcheng in the early years and has a background in Beiyang. Whether it is seniority or reputation, Nanjing is more afraid, which is in line with the common sense of Nanjing's employment. It is still the same , read more and talk less, and write a monthly report truthfully. I think there is nothing to blame for Gu Shaochuan as a person. Oh, Nanjing sent me a telegram. Since last month, you have been in The secret investigation team of the Military Commission is on file. I am your direct supervisor, and you will be in charge of me until we return home."

A trace of gloom flashed across Mingcheng's face.Minglou knows how difficult and painful it is for a person who truly believes in communism to pretend and hide his beliefs—too many people he knows, or doesn’t know, just because they disdain it, in After the Great Revolution, he generously gave his life, living and dying with his beliefs and ideals.

Ke Minglou also knew that his current self had not yet received this honor.

So he patted Mingcheng on the back lightly, but didn't speak.

Only by enduring what others cannot bear can we achieve what others cannot achieve.

He is not in a hurry to tell Mingcheng this, just because this time has not yet come.

When they got home, they bumped into Mingtai.Seeing the two brothers, Mingtai waved happily: "Brother, Brother Acheng, I picked up a lot of chestnuts today, and I will throw them into the oven to bake later? Or peel them out and cook chestnut soup. Big brother will take his turn today." It's time for you to cook, can you come?"

Minglou and Mingcheng looked at each other, and Minglou asked him, "Where did you pick up the chestnuts?"

"The garden by the roadside. I see it all over the place. It's big and full. No one picks it up. What a waste."

Mingcheng stretched out his hand, took the bag from Mingtai's hand, glanced at it and smiled: "My young master, it's wrong to say that you are not working hard, but you don't know the five grains, and it doesn't matter if you use it on your body." That's right."

"Brother Ah Cheng, these are obviously chestnuts. I think they still eat squirrels." Seeing that Ming Cheng did not praise himself, but also made fun of him, Mingtai immediately protested.

"Horses eat them too. Humans will be poisoned if they eat them. Don't tell me you've eaten them."

Mingtai wailed: "No way! I still have some in my schoolbag! I specially picked the big ones, and I didn't even want to try one. I just want to go home and eat with you."

Ming Lou from the side saw the younger brother's bitter face clearly, and couldn't help but wink at Ming Cheng.Mingcheng understood, and handed him another bag with a smile: "Brother told me, I thought the family would have a reward. Here, I just bought it in the afternoon. It's cold now, go back and heat it up, it's enough for you to eat."

After taking the bag and looking at it, Mingtai was immediately amused, and he didn't care about the question of whether horses could eat squirrels or people, so he immediately took out a handful, peeled it off impatiently, and straightened his teeth: "Hey, big brother, ah Brother Cheng, you can eat too."

Mingcheng opened the door of the apartment, watched the two brothers talk and laugh as they walked into the apartment building, and followed him in, leaving a field of autumn leaves outside the door.

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