May is the most beautiful season in Jiangnan. Spring flowers are in full bloom everywhere, the fragrance of flowers is refreshing, and the temperature and humidity are both suitable.
Girls and young women are also freed from heavy cotton clothes and put on clothes that can make their bodies slim and graceful, showing their most beautiful side, just like blooming lotus flowers.
In early spring in February, the grass grows and the orioles fly. This can be said to be the most beautiful and concise sentence describing the seasons in ancient Chinese literature.
In fact, in early spring and February, the spring is very cold, and it can be said that it is not beautiful. It is a season when people don't know how to dress and have to dress randomly.
I still wear a cotton-padded jacket in the morning, but the sun is strong at noon, so I can only wear a shirt. In the afternoon, the climate changes again. If I don’t keep warm properly, I will easily get sick.
In the most beautiful weather in May, neither Mr. Dong nor An Yi felt beautiful. Not only were they not beautiful, but they felt like grass had grown in their hearts.
I felt very upset and very upset.
After Mr. Dong sent an inquiry telegram, he never received a reply from his superiors. He felt confused and even frightened, not knowing what had happened at the headquarters.
Ordinarily, the headquarters should answer his questions. Although it is a bit unconventional for him to directly ask the headquarters, he is starting from work after all, and questions raised about work should be answered.
Even if it is criticism, the headquarters should have an explanation, but there is nothing. His telegram seems to be sent to the boundless space.
This has never happened before.
In the past, because he had various suspicions about Lu Ming, he sent many inquiries and telegrams to the headquarters again and again, and finally got answers.
Although the headquarters' answers sometimes seemed a bit confusing, they responded to him after all.
Mr. Dong didn't know the reason for this, but he had no choice but to wait.
An Yi felt uneasy at all, and also had various doubts, uneasiness and entanglements.
She went to two contact points according to the pre-arranged method, but she did not see anyone from the Shanghai Municipal Working Committee who came to contact her.
She checked the advertisements in the newspaper every day. According to the agreement, if the person who came for the meeting missed two meetings due to various irresistible reasons, a missing person notice should be posted in the advertisement column of "Declaration" and the next meeting should be agreed in secret words.
Place.
But she checked every issue of "Declaration" and did not see the advertisement she was looking forward to.
She was really panicked. After thinking about it, she thought that there might be several reasons for this situation.
The first is that something happened to the traffic officer, and the order given to the Shanghai Municipal Working Committee was not successfully conveyed to the comrades of the Shanghai Municipal Working Committee.
The second is that the relevant comrades of the Shanghai Municipal Working Committee are in trouble and cannot contact her at all.
The third is that the telegram Dong Cheng sent to the headquarters aroused concern among the leaders, who used other channels to suspend contact between the Shanghai Municipal Working Committee and her.
No matter what happened, it was not good, and An Yi fell into a state of anxiety.
If the traffic officer is caught by the enemy and rebels, the enemy is likely to seize the comrades of the Shanghai Municipal Working Committee along this line.
"Dong Cheng, do you have the contact information with the Shanghai Municipal Working Committee?" An Yi asked.
"I don't have direct contact information, I can only contact you indirectly." Mr. Dong replied.
"Can you help me contact the Shanghai Municipal Working Committee?" An Yi finally saw a glimmer of hope.
"I can try to contact you, but I can't contact you for you." Mr. Dong said quietly.
"Why?" An Yi was stunned by Mr. Dong's words.
"I don't know if you have any tasks in this area. The situation in Shanghai is particularly complicated. I can only tell you the contact information with orders from superiors." Mr. Dong said seriously.
"You are taking revenge!" An Yi roared angrily.
"Retaliation? Why should I retaliate against you? This is obviously organizational discipline. Don't you even know this?" Mr. Dong breathed out from his nose.
"I didn't take the initiative to tell you that I had other missions in Shanghai. I offended you, right? You're going to take revenge on me?" An Yi's hands were so angry that they went cold.
Although she is not a well-known battlefield commander in the base area, she is still the head of the department that everyone respects. She is used to issuing orders and is used to others obeying her orders unconditionally.
She also knew that the situation in Shanghai was complicated and very different from the base area, so she tried her best to lower her profile and discuss it with Dong Cheng. Unfortunately, Dong Cheng did not give her any face.
"Comrade An Yi, let me declare to you again that I have no intention of retaliating against you. If you have a special mission in Shanghai, you don't need to explain it to me, and I can't ask you about it," Mr. Dong said calmly.
"You keep saying that you are not retaliating against me, so why don't you provide the contact information of the Shanghai Municipal Working Committee? You are so hypocritical." An Yi still thinks in the base area.
"The reason why I asked you that day is because regarding your situation, the instructions given to me by my superiors only said to take care of my life and assist my work. It did not say that you had other tasks." Mr. Dong's philosophy is this.
Be meticulous and strictly implement organizational procedures.
"I'm telling you now, I have to perform other tasks when I come to Shanghai. I need to see the comrades of the Shanghai Municipal Working Committee immediately. You see what I should do."
An Yi was helpless, but she was unwilling to completely let go of herself because she couldn't stand Mr. Dong's behavior from the bottom of her heart.
"Then you can only wait. I have sent an inquiry telegram to my superiors to figure this out, but unfortunately I have not received a reply." Mr. Dong spread his hands and expressed his helplessness.
"Dong Cheng, don't think you can't tell. You are venting all your dissatisfaction with your superiors on me." An Yi looked at him with a sneer.
"You are wrong. No matter what my superiors do, there must be reasons that I don't know. So I will not be dissatisfied with my superiors. My task is to wait here for the superiors' instructions, and then strictly follow the superiors' instructions." Dong
Mr.'s words are watertight.
"You are unwilling to help me contact the comrades of the Shanghai Municipal Working Committee. If it is not revenge, it is distrust of me." In desperation, An Yi changed his way of speaking.
"It's not that I don't trust you, this is the principle of confidentiality. You can't contact places you shouldn't contact, and you can't contact comrades you shouldn't contact. I haven't received instructions to help you contact the Shanghai Municipal Working Committee, so
I can't do it for you." Mr. Dong still repeated his point of view.
"Dong Cheng, let me tell you, if this causes losses to the organization, you will be responsible for all the consequences!" An Yi was completely disappointed, knowing that she could not get what she wanted from Mr. Dong.
"I now suggest that you ask for instructions from your superiors through my radio station. If your superiors order me to help you start your work and contact the comrades of the Shanghai Municipal Working Committee, I will do it immediately." Dong Cheng said with a straight face.
"You..." An Yiqi's hands trembled. She turned around and returned to her room and threw herself on the bed.
Mr. Dong looked at her without any sympathy.
Underground work is cruel and ruthless, and there is no room for any negligence or carelessness. If he helps An to contact the Shanghai Municipal Working Committee out of sympathy for her, he may make a big mistake.
Mr. Dong knew that he could not make any mistakes. He was guarding the most important radio station in Shanghai, which was the hub of communication between the headquarters, Shanghai underground party organizations, and even the intelligence personnel of the Communist International.
If something goes wrong with him, the last fortress of Shanghai's underground organizations will collapse, and he must guard this fortress with more persistence than a miser guarding gold.
There are only two ways for Comintern intelligence personnel to communicate with the headquarters, one is through Moscow, and the other is through his radio station.
An Yi lay on the bed for a while, calming down, and then came out and said to Mr. Dong: "Comrade Dong Cheng, let me tell you the truth, there may have been something wrong with the Shanghai Municipal Working Committee, and they and I failed to pick up the fight as agreed.
Above."
"That's your mission. I shouldn't know, so you don't have to tell me." Mr. Dong shook his head.
"This may be related to the safety of many comrades. I must find out what happened." An Yi pleaded.
"I have already said that that is your task, and I hope you will keep it confidential." Mr. Dong said without mercy.
"Then let me beg you, okay?" Anyi said pretending to be wronged.
Although An Yi is thirty years old, she still maintains a girl-like figure and the charm of a young woman. But after she became a revolutionary, she abandoned all the petty bourgeois sentiments and showed the characteristics of a revolutionary everywhere.
A resolute and strong style.
Now she had no choice but to pretend to be pitiful, which happened to show her most beautiful side.