Another twenty minutes later, when the jeep drove into the gate of the Wuhan Public Security Bureau, Xu Wenmei's face turned even paler. She felt as if her heart had been cut in half, and death clamped her whole body like an iron pincer.
She felt like a fool and jumped into a trap again. What appeared in front of her was almost a dead end! She might be shot or locked up in prison forever. She felt that she had asked for this result!
She was quickly taken into a small room. She immediately saw that it was a small room for interrogating prisoners. There was nothing in the room except a table and two chairs. She understood that she had nothing at this time.
chosen.
A few minutes later, Du Ziyuan walked into the small room and looked at her in surprise.
His voice was very soft and he asked: "Ms. Xu, what's wrong with your face?"
Xu Wenmei started to cry, and tears kept flowing down. She said: "It was Zhao Minggui who beat me. He asked me for a telegram from Taiwan. Mr. Du, I didn't give it to him. He beat me and almost beat me to death! He
He also has a gun in his hand!"
Du Ziyuan stared at her and asked doubtfully: "What telegram?"
She trembled and said, "It's a telegram from Taiwan. I received it just at twelve o'clock at night. It's... it's a telegram ordering Zhao Minggui to escape. Mr. Du, I didn't give it to him. He almost beat me to death!"
Du Ziyuan stared at her cautiously, "Where is the telegram? Did you bring it?"
One of her fists slowly reached out to the table, but it was still clenched tightly. Her whole body was trembling because of it. This was her last hesitation, but she had no choice anymore. She slowly relaxed
He opened his hand and showed the crumpled telegram in his palm.
She said: "Mr. Du, this is the telegram from Taiwan. I just received it tonight. I will give it to you."
Du Ziyuan picked up the telegram, unfolded it carefully, read it at least three times, then raised his head and said: "Ms. Xu, you made the right choice. I can tell you right now that your move can be regarded as an uprising. The government's policy is
, those who have contributed to the uprising must be treated leniently, and there will also be rewards."
At this moment, Xu Wenmei breathed a long sigh of relief.
Du Ziyuan added: "But you will still be living here for a while. Some people will ask you questions. I hope you will say what you know without exaggerating or minimizing."
Xu Wenmei nodded and said softly: "Mr. Du, I know, I will definitely cooperate."
But in her heart, she was still very entangled. She was not sure whether what she did today was correct, let alone what the outcome would be in the future. This entanglement had accompanied her almost her entire life.
One month from this day, Xu Wenmei finally left the Wuchang Detention Center where she was detained. In her pocket was the "Certificate of Surrendering Personnel" issued to her by the government, as well as a 500-yuan bonus.
Before leaving, she asked Director Ge of the Public Security Bureau. She said, "I'm sorry, I want to ask, how is Zhao Minggui doing now?"
Director Ge was silent for a moment and said, "He was sentenced to death and was executed the day before yesterday."
There was no expression on her face, as cold as ice. When she turned around, she said to herself: "I guessed the result."
Xu Wenmei said no more. She left Wuhan alone and went to the countryside. The countryside where her man lived.
When she finally took the man's hand and hugged her eight-year-old son, she was so happy that her face was filled with tears.
From that day on, she and her man, and later their son, had been working in the fields. They slept in the open, exposed to the sun and rain, and worked hard in the muddy farmland in the south.
She was tanned and her hands were covered with calluses. Like a real farmer, she wore old clothes. When she got up in the morning, her hair lay messily on her forehead, and she just held it together with her fingers. But theirs
But they lived a very poor life. They carefully calculated the harvest in the fields and the food and clothing expenses of the family of three. In summer, in order to save lamp oil, after dinner, the family of three sat side by side on the doorframe, looking at the stars in the sky,
Also discuss tomorrow's farm work.
At such a moment, Xu Wenmei thought in her heart: "Agui, although life is very poor and difficult, I am still alive. But you are dead." She comforted herself like this.
However, a few years later, the situation became very bad. She was paraded by many rebels with their arms twisted. People denounced her as a Kuomintang agent and a historical counter-revolutionary. Her "certificate of surrender to the uprising" was of no use at all.
No, she was torn to pieces and thrown into the fire. At the meeting to criticize her, someone slapped her hard in the face. Her wild hair flew up and covered her eyes. Someone kicked her hard.
He kicked her in the stomach and she fell to the ground on her back, unable to breathe for a long time.
At night, she sat in the corner in despair, looking at the dark corner and crying silently. Her man squatted behind her, hugged her shoulders, and kept saying: "Amei, be more open-minded, be more open-minded."
"
Xu Wenmei vaguely saw Zhao Minggui's pale face in the dark corner. She said in her heart: "Agui, maybe I should have gone with you. Agui, although you are dead, I am worse off now."
Die!"
Such days passed for many more years. It was not until 1983 that the government reissued the "Certificate of Uprising Surrender" to her. The next year, she was assigned to work in the Municipal Museum of Culture and History. She had a good reputation in the city.
She took the house and the man followed her into the city. Her son had already married and had children. She now has white hair and is a grandmother.
She liked her office very much. The office was very spacious, and the desk was filled with files she wanted to check. The sunshine outside the window shone warmly on her body. She lit a cigarette for herself, letting the wisp of green smoke shine like
Mist floated in front of her eyes like fog. Faintly in the smoke, she saw Zhao Minggui's thin face again.
She smiled slightly and said to herself: "Agui, don't come to me again. Time has proven that I made the right choice and you made the wrong choice. Go away and don't come to me again. Goodbye, Agui."
, you’d better go too.”
Xu Wenmei's story ends here. But the stories of others are not over yet.
That night, after Xu Wenmei finally handed the telegram from Taiwan to Du Ziyuan, she still sat alone in the small interrogation room, worrying about her future life.
At this time, Du Ziyuan took the telegram and hurried back to the conference room upstairs. He passed the telegram that Xu Wenmei had given him to the people at the table.
The content of the telegram is: "After the mission is completed, go to No. 12, Lane 2, Xiaofenqiao, Nanjing, and contact Lu Zetai, who will arrange for your evacuation. Burn after reading."
Zhang Yalan came in nervously when she saw this telegram. This was within the scope of her duties.
After Zhang Zhengdong saw this telegram, he whispered to Du Ziyuan: "I have some information about Nanjing. After I sort it out, I will give it to you as soon as possible."
Du Ziyuan smiled and nodded to him.
He looked at the people at the table and said: "There are several situations that need to be looked at together. First, this is a telegram from Taiwan to Zhao Minggui. But Zhao Minggui did not receive it, but was handed over to us by Xu Wenmei. But other
Did people also receive this telegram? We don’t know. Second, this is the scope of Yalan’s work. You must return to Nanjing as soon as possible. Third, Liu Qiuyue once met Tu Hexiang in Nanjing. If he fled Wuhan, he would probably
We will go to Nanjing. Therefore, some of us need to return to Nanjing as soon as possible to make preparations. Yalan, you and Xiao Fanbing will go back to Nanjing as soon as possible tomorrow, and Liu Qiuyue will go back to Nanjing to make arrangements in Nanjing. If someone lurking in Wuhan
When the agents sneak back to Nanjing, you must be responsible for arresting them, and no one must slip through the net!"
Although Zhang Yalan missed Li Yunlin very much, she always felt that she had some inexplicable relationship with him. But with such an important task in front of her, she had to put aside her thoughts about Li Yunlin and turn her mind to work.
She said: "Tomorrow Liu Qiuyue and I will take the first train back to Nanjing."
Du Ziyuan nodded to her, but there was a bigger worry in his heart that made him very uneasy.
He looked at the people at the table and said: "There is a situation. Everyone should be more vigilant and pay attention at all times. 'Water Hyacinth' has prepared a total of three time bombs. The first one exploded at Wuchang Railway Station. The second one exploded in Wuhan.
The Institute of Physics was demolished by Wu Jian. However, there is a third one, and we don't know its whereabouts. Judging from the situation in the past two days, this 'water hyacinth' planned action plan is extremely detailed. This third one
He must have made arrangements for the bomb, and it must have a purpose. Each of us must be careful and pay attention to any unexpected situations, so as not to be blown up by this bomb! Everyone must remember this bomb!"
When the people at the table heard this, they all became confused. But for the moment, no one could figure out where else the bomb would be placed, or where it would explode.
The meeting finally ended. Everyone began to get busy according to the tasks determined in the meeting.
Zuo Shaoqing left the conference room and went to the next room. Her sister was waiting for her there. Accompanying You Shaoqing was young Long Jinyun. Zuo Shaoqing could tell that her sister was in a very depressed mood.
She held her sister's hand and said softly: "Sister, please follow me from now on and help me."
You Shaoqing looked at his sister a little miserably, and barely smiled.
At this time, Du Ziyuan and Zhang Yalan also walked in. He said, "I'll take you back. It's almost dawn. You can rest for a while when you go back."
In this way, Du Ziyuan drove Sister Zuo Shaoqing and Zhang Yalan back to the door of the small hotel where they lived.
After getting off the car, he specifically held You Shaoqing's hand and whispered: "You Shaoqing, what will you do in the future? Listen to your sister. I will arrange your future for you. Remember, be careful everywhere.
In addition, don’t worry about Xiao Yuanyuan’s future, I will definitely take good care of her."
