The day after Bai Ling returned to the city, she reported to Mr. Huang about her trip to Zishui. This was an agreement she had made with Mr. Huang when she was ordered to go to Zishui, and the location was still her second uncle's fur shop. Bai Ling
After class, he walked out of Tofu Alley without lunch. As expected, he met Mr. Huang in front of a steamed bun restaurant at the entrance of the alley where his second aunt's home was. The two of them walked into the leather goods shop. Bai Ling shouted to his uncle: "Uncle, I
I've brought you another buyer." When the cobbler saw the buyer, he grinned piously as if he were seeing the God of Wealth. Although his wife and niece have not yet been able to climb the high branches of the leather goods shop, they continue to bring him buyers every now and then.
It was pretty good, so he carefully consulted the buyer about the shoe style and leather color choice, and then measured the length, width, and fatness of the feet. Bai Ling exhorted from the side: "This gentleman is a careful person, and he pays attention to clothes and shoes.
Very well, uncle, you have to do something more careful." Then he led Mr. Huang to sit in the back room and reported to him in detail the information about the 36th Army that he had obtained in Zishui. Mr. Huang said: "
We will meet again on the day your uncle said to pick up the shoes."
Bai Ling rushed to class and returned to Tofu Lane Elementary School in the afternoon. His heart was as calm as a stream of autumn water. This was the psychological reward after successfully completing a major and mysterious task. This mood only lasted for an hour, when the chatter and chattering began.
After the students left school, she sat down in her room and became restless again. A kind of loneliness, a kind of depression, a kind of longing, and a kind of hatred and anger intertwined in her mood, making it impossible for her to calmly grade the students' homework.
, even doubting that she is not suitable for such extremely rigorous work. She still cannot estimate how many people in this ancient city are secretly fighting for that noble purpose like her. She only knows Lu Zhaopeng
and Mr. Huang; she also had no idea how many comrades had been arrested by the authorities, and how many corpses of comrades had been filled in the dry wells in the ancient city. "I can't do anything in front of my eldest uncle." Bai Ling seemed to hear the professionalism of her brother Xiaowen again.
The idiom of "take action" is undoubtedly an excellent term. Once he takes action, he announces the death of a living person and adds a sack containing revolutionaries to the dry well of the ancient city. Xiaowen said that when he took action, he said so
This smooth tone was just like the second uncle's pride when he talked about his leather shoes, and it was as natural as a teacher walking up to the podium to ask students to open their textbooks. Bai Ling really regretted not slapping him in the mouth to make him remember not to speak in front of her again.
He was not allowed to use such smooth and natural tone of voice to express his pride and regret about taking action or not. The entire country is becoming an increasingly complete and powerful killing machine.
The primary task of the millions of troops and the incalculable military police, police, and spies is not to deal with the Japanese invading forces that have occupied North China, but to kill the Communists. Even small counties like Zishui have established security brigades specifically to deal with the Communists and trained them to act like
A professional local soldier like Xiaowen who doesn't talk about killing or catching, but is accustomed to talking about taking action. When an eagle looks at the ground in the air and swoops down like a chicken arrow, it is called claws out, and a wolf leaps towards pedestrians in the dark.
At that time, it was called teething. As a security guard, Xiaowen took out a pistol from his trouser pocket and shot Lu Zhaopeng.
The prey is caught in the center of the claws, bitten into the mouth, torn into pieces and pecked, or thrown into a dry well.
Bai Ling simply couldn't stand the silence of the night and paced on the floor between the door and the bed, his heart burning with eagerness to see Lu Zhaopeng. After half a year, he went to Red Thirty-Six for the last time in Luosuo Alley.
After the army was wiped out, he fled to Bailuyuan again. When Xiaowen failed to take action in time, he luckily escaped. He is still lurking on the plain. She wants to see him, not only to see how he will be in the dark after half a year.
She has lost weight and recovered from her injuries, and there is a heart-wrenching family affection that is scratching her heart. She has realized a major psychological change. In the two days from yesterday to today, Lu Zhaohai has been in her mind rapidly.
The ground dimmed, but his brother Lu Zhaopeng suddenly filled her heart... "I want to be a real soldier to promote the national revolution." Zhaohai's ideals and ambitions once aroused her unreserved agreement, but
, when the national revolution no longer focused on expelling feudal warlords but massacring people, Lu Zhaohai's ambitions and ambitions made her not only regretful. Lu Zhaopeng narrowly escaped in that huge killing machine.
, she clearly felt that she was inseparably bonded with that person from Xiaowen's professional tone. She couldn't predict at all when she would see Lu Zhaopeng.
This mood continued unabated for three or four days, and formed a regular cycle. During the day, she was with the students, and their innocence constantly diluted or cut off her thoughts;
It covered her like a tidal wave, making it difficult to sleep. Just after class ended at noon on the fourth day, old man Zhou, the school worker in the reception room at the door, handed her a book, saying that it was sent by a gentleman named Huang. Bai Ling glanced at it and saw it was a book.
After reading "Guanwen Guanzhi", he walked back to his house, sat down and flipped through it immediately. The cover of the book was wrapped with a layer of kraft paper, and a line of writing was written in pencil on the cover:
I have to pick up my leather shoes in advance tonight.
After school, Bai Ling returned to her second aunt's house to wait for Mr. Huang. She couldn't wait to go in and out of the back room and the closet, and finally sat next to her second uncle and chatted about home affairs. Bai Ling said: "Uncle
"Now you don't have to work with knives, scissors, and awls from morning to night." The second uncle said with a proud tone, "Hey, I can't get those acquaintances to place an order. I have to make it myself."
The uncle once again recounted the last lesson left to him by the old cobbler when he passed away. Even if the leather goods shop made a huge fortune, he must make at least one pair of leather shoes with his own hands every month. The second uncle smiled peacefully and said: "I still want to make trouble at this time.
You haven't started to get angry yet, and you still dare to put down your knife, scissors, and awl." At this moment, Bai Ling saw Mr. Huang walking in wearing a top hat.
When Mr. Huang came in, he said to his second uncle: "I'm going to Shanghai to do business, and I have to pick up my shoes in advance." The second uncle asked: "How many days do I have to leave?" Mr. Huang said: "The day after tomorrow." The second uncle said: "It's too late.
, it’s too late at all.” Mr. Huang said: “What should I do? That hellish place in Shanghai picks people up by their clothes. I’m going to be embarrassed.” The second uncle said wiltedly: “You come and pick them up tomorrow night. I can’t bear to sleep.”
Your husband is having a nice trip in Shanghai." Bai Ling said with a smile: "Don't worry, Mr. Huang, you can rest assured because of my uncle's words." With that, he led Mr. Huang into the back room.
After sitting down, Mr. Huang said: "I'm here to convey a new task." Bai Ling looked forward to it. Mr. Huang said: "Go and be a fake wife for a comrade." Bai Ling stared blankly and shouted: "
What are you talking about?" Mr. Huang emphasized: "It's a lie." Bai Ling said: "But I'm not married at all. I don't know how to be a wife at all, and I can't pretend to be fake." Mr. Huang said: "Of course you have to start from scratch.
Let’s learn. Besides, we have to act like a real couple and don’t let anyone see the flaws.” Bai Ling exclaimed: “Oh my God, what kind of mission is this?” Mr. Huang said: “A kind of cover.” Bai Ling asked again: “
Who is that comrade?" Mr. Huang said, "I don't know either." Mr. Huang then made detailed arrangements for the matter.
Bai Ling resigned from his position as a teacher at Doufu Lane Primary School and walked out of the school gate carrying a small brown box. There was a foreign car waiting at the door. The young rickshaw driver wearing a thin yellowed straw hat did not say a word and pulled up the car.
The car gradually accelerated to a trot. Bai Ling couldn't tell what her mood was like while sitting in the car. She couldn't guess what the life of a fake couple would be like, and she had no experience of real couple life. She was a bit novel, even
It's a bit funny, carrying out the sacred work mission with an indifferent heart. The car went around and passed through seven or eight wide and narrow lanes, and stopped in front of a blue brick gatehouse that looked old and outdated despite its grandeur. The driver slapped
He pressed a rusty iron ring on the gate, and there was a sound of light footsteps in the courtyard. Bai Ling's heart suddenly jumped, as if he was really going to see his son-in-law. The street door opened with a creak,
Bai Ling almost screamed when she saw the person who came to greet her. It turned out to be Lu Zhaopeng. She opened her mouth in surprise and then pursed her lips. Her heart beat in her chest and she felt dizzy; her legs seemed to be pulled away.
Her muscles and bones were so weak that she could not move while sitting on the cart; she looked dazedly as Lu Zhaopeng piled copper coins on the driver. The driver seemed to have gained a few extra coins and bowed gratefully, and offered to help deliver the box very enthusiastically.
Lu Zhaopeng took the box, then raised his head and said to her: "Get off the car when you get home." Bai Ling's heart pounded again, blood seemed to rush to the top of his head, his cheeks suddenly burned, and his eyes became blurry.
I couldn't figure it out. My feet stepped on the ground as if they were stepping on cotton. I almost didn't dare to look into Lu Zhaopeng's eyes. He walked into the street gate, walked through the aisle and stepped into a mansion. Before Bai Ling could speak, Lu Zhaopeng
Zhaopeng turned around suddenly before he put down the brown box he was carrying, his face became embarrassed and nervous: "Bai Ling, I didn't expect it to be you."
Bai Ling took advantage of the situation and sat down on a chair. She felt much calmer. When she saw Lu Zhaopeng's embarrassed and nervous expression, she calmed down. She still didn't speak. Seeing that embarrassed and nervous expression, she suddenly felt that he was very pitiful.
.In fact, the moment she caught his eye through the crack in the door, she had accurately judged that he was just as ignorant of each other as she was. She couldn't remember how many times she had met him. His sophistication, his agility
, in the overall impression he left on her, he never looked panicked, embarrassed, or embarrassed; she even thought that he would never show these looks, even if he was rounded up, wanted, or stuffed into a dry well, he would not
He would be embarrassed, not panicked, not embarrassed. In reality, that was not the case. He was embarrassed, embarrassed, and uneasy like an ordinary person in front of her. After her heart gradually calmed down, she realized that she could not reproduce the panic and embarrassment.
and embarrassed. After Lu Zhaopeng put down the box, he rubbed his hands and walked around the floor of the building. He turned around and explained again: "I really didn't expect to send you here." Bai Ling saw Lu Zhaopeng's face
Already breaking out into a thin layer of sweat, he said calmly: "What would have happened if you had known in advance that you sent me here?" Lu Zhaopeng said without hesitation: "I will firmly oppose it." Bai Ling said: "You still hate me.
I'm not insured." Lu Zhaopeng was even more embarrassed and quickly explained: "No, no, no, that's not what I meant." Bai Ling said: "You repeatedly explained that you didn't know what you meant by sending me here in advance." Lu Zhaopeng was even more embarrassed, and his language
He also hesitated: "I'm afraid you will misunderstand and think this is my intentional... arrangement..." Bai Ling asked further: "Even if you knew in advance, even if it was your intentional arrangement, so what?" Lu Zhaopeng
Suddenly turned his head and said: "In that case, I would be too despicable." Bai Ling asked calmly: "Who would say that to you? Who knows whether it is true or not?" Lu Zhaopeng suppressed his blush and said: "Zhao
Hai." Bai Ling laughed loudly: "You want to prove that you are a gentleman. In fact, everyone is a little bit mean. A little bit of meanness can be forgiven, but not too much." Lu Zhaopeng was choked and couldn't say anything.
Then: "What are you..." Bai Ling said: "When you explained it again and again, did you think about my situation? Did I know in advance that I was sent to you? Am I thicker-skinned than you? You explained it repeatedly.
It's a bit despicable in itself." Lu Zhaopeng raised his head in embarrassment and sighed softly: "God, in your eyes, who can't hide even a trace of dirt in their heart." Bai Ling said seriously: "Comrade Lu Zhaopeng
, Bai Ling was sent by the party to be your fake wife, please give me the instructions and don’t explain anything else." Lu Zhaopeng mumbled in his temper, "Who ordered such a powerful wife?" Bai Ling said mischievously
He laughed and said, "Teach me how to be a fake wife." Lu Zhaopeng said disapprovingly, "You should just act, aren't you?" Bai Ling shook his head and said, "A play can be completed in two hours.
I am still me when I get off the stage. How can anyone bear this... I have been doing fake acting for many years?" Lu Zhaopeng began to return to his normal mood and said nonchalantly: "When no outsiders come, you and I are comrades and brothers and sisters, what should we do?
Just do it; you start acting when someone comes in, and keep acting until you send the guests out." Bai Ling said: "What if I forget?" Lu Zhaopeng said calmly and solemnly: "You can't forget." Bai Ling said
Ling asked anxiously: "What if I forget something?" Lu Zhaopeng breathed a sigh of relief, made a helpless gesture and said, "In that case, you and I will have to fill in the well."