【Lou Cheng】 How easy is another day

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Minglou's dormitory in Sany is on the side near the Cam River.The summer rains have caused the water level of the river to soar. As long as the windows are open, you can faintly hear the sound of running water without getting close.

The sound of water mixed with the sound of rustling rain makes people drowsy and lazy to move.The two people who finally calmed down didn't want to move for a while, they just leaned together and listened quietly to the overwhelming sound of rain outside the window.But after lying down for a while, I felt that everything was awkward. After careful investigation, the single dormitory was equipped with a single bed. I didn't think it was a problem before, but once I lay down, it would naturally be uncomfortable.

Minglou turned over, picked up his clothes from the floor, found the cigarette case and matches in his pocket, and lit the cigarette.After smelling the smoke, Mingcheng moved, patted Minglou and still held his right arm: "Give me a sip."

His voice was hoarse than usual, and unexpectedly sweet. Minglou didn't know when he learned to smoke, but he still passed the cigarette in his hand: "You shouldn't smoke on the bed. It's easy to catch fire."

Mingcheng laughed, and let the green smoke diffuse between the two: "I don't have the strength to kiss anymore."

After they shared a cigarette, they inevitably exchanged a kiss from time to time.The young bodies are too close together, and since they haven't seen each other for several months, it is inevitable to have another love affair.And when this long bout of love ended, the long summer days of the island nation came to an end: the rain stopped when they didn't notice, and the sun came out.

At this moment, the two of them finally had the trouble of not drawing the curtains—the rich sunset sun shone into the room, which was actually much brighter than the sky a few hours ago.

Although the body was tired, Minglou's spirit was extremely excited, without a trace of sleepiness after long sex.He got out of bed and drew up the curtains, intending to let Mingcheng sleep for a while, but when he closed the curtains, he turned around and found that Mingcheng was up with his shirt on.

The curtains blocked the skylight, and the light in the whole room became dim and ambiguous, but it was not enough to completely hide the lines of Mingcheng's body.Minglou allowed himself to appreciate it for a while, then coughed lightly, and kindly reminded: "The light in the bathroom is outside. Besides, the hot and cold faucets are separate. Be careful not to burn it."

Mingcheng turned around and smiled: "I'm hungry. I suggest you come in and wash together. Save time."

After speaking, Minglou raised his eyebrows, and raised his hands innocently: "I promise I'm just taking a shower. I don't do anything."

Minglou also laughed: "I don't guarantee it."

After all, the two of them showed up at a restaurant in the city an hour later, well-dressed.They didn't feel it before they sat down, but once they were seated and surrounded by the aroma of food, they realized how many calories they had consumed during the intense physical activity in the afternoon.This long-lost feeling of hunger made them want to laugh, and at the same time felt a little embarrassed. They could only exchange a knowing glance between the waiters serving the food.

After eating a large plate of red meat, they seemed to have the intention to talk again.Mingcheng looked at Minglou on the other side of the table, looked around again, and after making sure that the other guests were at a safe distance, he slowly opened his mouth: "Brother... I just received a transfer order before I came to England."

"Germany?" Mingcheng never mentioned this to him, but in a flash, Minglou already guessed it.

Mingcheng nodded: "Kong Xiangxi went to Germany after his visit to Britain in June. This transfer of people is probably a follow-up to this visit to Germany. In short, before I left Paris yesterday, I received an order from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to transfer me to Germany. Work."

"You can speak German, and you have the experience of studying in Germany on your official resume. You are a suitable candidate. It seems that after Minister Wang assumed his new post, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has changed." He said it easily, without a hint of a smile in his eyes.

Mingcheng didn't smile either, and said, "I refused."

Minglou smiled when he heard the words: "Tell me the reason. But be careful with your words. In Cambridge, you can meet people who can speak any language anywhere."

Mingcheng unconsciously turned the stem of the water glass: "It will be a matter of time before we reach an alliance with the east. Germany may have promised something to the government now—probably a very tempting promise, but this promise is extremely fragile, maybe It won't be long before Nanjing realizes that the agreement with Germany is just a dead letter."

Ming Lou nodded: "Okay, this is a choice based on the circumstances. But Ah Cheng, you know that once you refuse, you will be disobedient. Now you are not only a clerk of the embassy in France, you are also on the list of the Military Commission It's too dangerous. Clerks can resign, but as a soldier, there is no chance of desertion."

Mingcheng hesitated for a while, but still asked: "Brother, when are we going back? The Northeast is gone, and Peking fell last month, so where will it be this month? I can no longer live in a foreign land as if nothing had happened. .I want to go home."

From a rational point of view, Mingcheng's problem at this time was not beyond Minglou's expectations.But when he really said these words to himself, Minglou found that his expression was so familiar - more than a month ago, it was the same expression on the faces of many compatriots.Or maybe Minglou himself had the same expression at that time.

When the news of Qiqi came, Minglou happened to be in London.That day he went to London to hold a seminar on political and economics. At the meeting, he met an old classmate he had known at Central University. After a brief reminiscence, he learned that he had received public funds and was studying for a Ph.D. in political science in the UK.

Meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign country is a happy event, so after the meeting, Minglou didn't rush to leave, and got together with a group of compatriots studying in the UK at He Jun's apartment.While drinking and talking, someone rushed in hastily and shouted: "The Japanese attack Wanping City by night! They are targeting Beiping, and Beiping is in danger!"

At that time, most of the people present here were government-sponsored international students, and many of them worked in government departments before going abroad. When they heard the news, they almost immediately understood what happened. Hearing this, he immediately left his seat and asked anxiously, "Who is the defender?"

"do not know."

"How's the battle going?"

"……unknown."

"Then... is the news accurate!"

The person who delivered the news turned pale and gasped for breath: "As soon as I heard the news, I rushed from the embassy to inform you! Could it be fake!"

The conversation has come to this point, and no one has a word to say for a while, so naturally they have no intention of gathering.When they said goodbye, everyone looked heavy, and suddenly someone said in a deep voice: "That's it, the country is in danger, then go home!"

In just one sentence, it was like a cluster of flames, instantly lighting up the eyes of everyone present.

After saying that, he laughed again, laughed and cried, sang "Man Jianghong", stumbled and walked away in the streets of London in the second half of the night.

He Jun looked at his back, and it took him a long time to explain to Mingcheng in a low voice: "He is from Harbin...he came to Beiping with his family in 31."

After pondering for a long time, he turned to Minglou as if he suddenly came back to his senses: "Minglou, look at this Beiping City...?"

Minglou shook his head: "The Japanese have been plotting for a long time. September [-]th is not far away. How will it end on July [-]th? Politics is your job. Do you still need to ask me, who is in economics?"

A trace of ashes flashed across He Jun's face, and a moment later he slapped his leg: "I'll go to Hyde Park at dawn! Although scholars are useless, protests and fundraising can still be done! You stay here tonight, and the guest room will be cleaned up for you early Alright, I'll go to the embassy first and ask about the situation before we talk about it!"

Before the words fell, the whole person ran like lightning.

Half a month later, news of the fall of Peiping reached Europe.On the way to the library, Mingcheng saw a pair of Chinese youths embracing each other and crying loudly, holding the crumpled "Times" in their hands.At that time, he had two telegrams in his pocket, using different encryption systems, one from Shanghai and one from Nanjing, both with the same instruction: stay in hiding and wait for orders.

Looking at his compatriots who were crying loudly, Minglou felt a little envious in his heart.