Three hundred and eighty nine, return to the old place
Suddenly, Zuo Shaoqing, who was sitting in the jeep, felt a strong hand grab her arm and shake it hard. She came back to her senses in an instant. Only then did she realize that she was standing in front of her body.
Qing, looking ahead with his mouth open.
Ahead is the north gate of Hong Gong Temple. Two armed policemen stood outside the gate. The jeep drove into the gate in earnest.
The dark-skinned policeman stared at her and spoke for the first time, with sarcasm in his words, "Are you scared?"
Zuo Shaoqing woke up and leaned back slowly. She suddenly remembered that when the car entered the door just now, she saw the sign hanging at the door: Nanjing Public Security Bureau.
The jeep drove slowly along the cement road and the familiar scenery around it blew into Zuo Shaoqing's eyes like a strong wind and into her memory.
The scenery inside Hong Gong Temple has hardly changed, except for some pines and cypresses planted in front of the house or on the wall. Some people wearing public security uniforms walked past in a hurry. Then, she saw the Secrecy Bureau building that had been engraved in her memory. Now,
It should be the office building of Nanjing Public Security Bureau.
The jeep stopped in front of the building. Zuo Shaoqing silently looked around at the scenery.
The policeman driving the car turned his head and said with a cold face: "Chief Hu, please wait in the car. I will send her up first and then pick you up. You, Zuo Shaoqing, get out of the car."
Zuo Shaoqing got out of the car and looked around the scenery again. The familiarity that changed over time scratched her memory like a sharp blade. In a daze, she followed the cold-as-ice policeman and slowly stepped onto the door.
steps.[
"Yeah!" The past was like smoke and water! It spread over her whole body.
Back then, her sister spent the night at her house for the first time. The next morning, she and her sister walked side by side on these high steps. The scene at that time was still in front of her, making Zuo Shaoqing feel in a trance again.
After entering the gate, there was a large plaque on the screen wall in front of her, with red cursive writing inside. She had no time to see what the content was. What she could see clearly was that she was following the policeman on the steps.
Stairs. When they reached the second floor, just as she had predicted, the policeman turned north and walked along the corridor.
Zuo Shaoqing suddenly thought that it was in this corridor that her sister screamed behind her: "Be careful! You don't have a few days left!" Her sister's words at that time corresponded to her current situation.
The policeman walking in front never looked back, he just walked inward. When he reached the wing, he turned left. Zuo Shaoqing's breathing gradually became faster. In front of him was the conference room of the Second Department. Further forward, that door... that
door...
The cold policeman stopped in front of the door, looked back at her, and reached out to knock on the door.
Zuo Shaoqing fell into a trance again. That door was her former office. She was in the back room, and Liu Qiuyue was in the outer room. Liu Qiuyue opened her door, handed her a paper clip, and said, "Young Master, this is
Take a look at yesterday’s surveillance briefing.”
The police opened the office door, led her into the office, and then closed the door behind her.
Zuo Shaoqing slowly looked around this familiar yet unfamiliar room, and her mind went blank. She has been working in this office for a whole year! The person who appears most often in this office is Liu Qiuyue. By the way.
, and Ye Gongjin, Zhao Minggui, Cheng Yunfa. And her sister, You Shaoqing. Her sister rushed into her office, hugged her, and said in panic: "Sister, what should I do? Tonight, Mr. Du
You want to treat me to dinner!”
These things happened many years ago, as long as a lifetime. Since she left this office, she never thought that one day, she would return to her old place.
She rotated slowly, looking around. When she finally turned around, she saw a woman in a police uniform standing at the door of the back room. Who was she? Why did she look so familiar to me? Do I know her? Old God! I know her, I have met her before. She is...she is? God! She is Zhang Yalan!
Zuo Shaoqing understood in an instant that she had finally met someone she could trust. She blindfolded her eyes and still couldn't believe it. But her nerves, which had been tense, relaxed in an instant. Her body and mind were completely relaxed. But the years of loneliness and boredom, and the hardships and dangers one after another, had drowned her like raging waves. It was an indescribable, unexplainable grievance and sorrow. Her eyes were blurry and hot, and tears flowed down like streams.
A pair of gentle hands held her wrist and pulled it down. She vaguely saw Zhang Yalan staring at her with tears on her face. They hugged each other tightly without saying a word.
Many past events flow between them like water. Many indescribable emotions also fluctuate in their hearts like water. Only blood and fire can refine their indescribable emotions.
Zhang Yalan restrained herself first. She finally took Zuo Shaoqing's hand and asked her to sit on the sofa. She still looked at her attentively, and took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears.[
At this time, Zuo Shaoqing smiled sheepishly at her.
Zhang Yalan suddenly stood up and said, "Shaoqing, have you eaten?"
Zuo Shaoqing smiled and said: "In the morning, in the detention center... already..."
Zhang Yalan stretched out her hand to stop her, "Okay, you don't have to say anything, I know the food there." She jumped up, rushed to the cabinet, and took out a lunch box from it. She opened the lunch box and brought it to Zuo Shaoqing, "This It’s my lunch, eat it quickly, eat it quickly. You are much thinner than before."
There were four steamed buns in the lunch box. Although they were cold, they were very tempting. During this period of time, Zuo Shaoqing had hardly eaten a serious meal. The bowl of porridge in the morning had long disappeared. She grabbed the steamed buns and took three bites. , and ate it all.
Zhang Yalan shrugged her nose and asked again: "Shaoqing, how many days have you not taken a shower?"
Zuo Shaoqing showed an embarrassed smile, "Yesterday, I was assigned to clean the toilet, and my pants and shoes were soaked with smelly water."
Zhang Yalan said, "Tell me, why do you smell?" She jumped up again, opened the closet and looked for clothes. She said, "Shaoqing, I'll take you to take a shower. Just wear my clothes. Go over there. I am thinner than you. Now, I think you are almost the same as me."
She took out a dark blue Lenin suit, a pair of dark gray trousers, and a pair of flat leather shoes. Then there were shirts and underwear. Zuo Shaoqing remembered that this wardrobe once belonged to her. Wardrobe. Maybe Zhang Yalan, like her, often travels in plain clothes.
Zhang Yalan rolled these clothes together, took a towel and soap, pulled Zuo Shaoqing and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to take a bath and wash yourself well."
Zuo Shaoqing stood up with a smile. She really wanted to take a good bath. Needless to say, Zhang Yalan knew that the stench from the toilet yesterday still lingered on her body. She reached out and picked up her small bundle.
Zhang Yalan said: "Just put the things here, they can't be lost."
Zuo Shaoqing, however, held on to his little bundle tightly and looked at her with some caution and some fear.
Zhang Yalan's eyes turned again and again on Zuo Shaoqing's face, and she asked in a low voice: "Is this important?"
Zuo Shaoqing was very hesitant. From the moment she recognized Zhang Yalan, she had been hesitating whether she should tell her about the "water hyacinth" and the film about the assassination incident at Cam Ranh Bay in South Vietnam.
From her heart, she trusted Zhang Yalan. Zhang Yalan was arrested twice and was tortured in the torture room of the Secrecy Bureau. But she could not guarantee that Zhang Yalan would not tell the story. In such a serious situation, she told
It was very necessary to report to her superiors. But what about her superiors? Where were her superiors' superiors? Where would this situation be spread in the end? She didn't dare to think about it any further.
She whispered: "Yalan, please don't worry. I have to take all my things with me at all times."
Zhang Yalan held a large roll of clothes in one hand and held Zuo Shaoqing's arm in the other, watching her carefully. She asked in a low voice: "Do you still have a mission?"
Zuo Shaoqing gritted his teeth and whispered, "Please, don't ask anymore."
Zhang Yalan nodded, "I won't ask anymore. I understand. Let's go take a shower first."
The bathhouse of Honggong Temple is still the same bathhouse as before, with almost no changes. The mist-like water vapor filled the bathhouse, and it also filled the gap between her and her sister. Her sister's sharp nails once scratched her back like a knife.
There were scratches on her back. That feeling remained in her memory.
Zuo Shaoqing took off her clothes and entered the bathroom, still holding her little bundle in her hand. She hung the little bundle on the hook on the wall and looked back at Zhang Yalan apologetically.
Zhang Yalan smiled and whispered: "I promise not to ask, not to ask anything."
Zhang Yalan turned on the hot water, pulled Zuo Shaoqing under the lotus, helped her wash her hair, and helped her scrub her body. She didn't shy away from it at all, and scrubbed Zuo Shaoqing everywhere. When she applied soap to her, the sharp
The nails were the same as those of her sister, raking across her body like knives.
Zhang Yalan leaned close to her ear and whispered: "Shaoqing, your figure is still so good, your breasts are still quite perky. They are not as small as mine."
Only then did Zuo Shaoqing notice Zhang Yalan's body. She had no idea that after so many years, the whip marks on her body were still clearly visible. Some of the whip marks must have broken the skin and caused infection, leaving permanent
Scars that won’t go away.
Zuo Shaoqing stroked the whip marks and whispered, "Yalan, I'm sorry for beating you like this."
The steam in the bathroom gradually filled up and enveloped the two women.
Zhang Yalan lowered her head and stroked the network of deep and shallow scars on her body.
She shook her head and said: "These more obvious scars were not caused by your injections. They were these, these shadows that are almost disappearing. At that time, I really hated you. After you finished the injection, the next day
, my whole body is swollen, red and swollen, infected."
