Lu Zhaopeng said to Bai Ling calmly: "Before Political Commissar Jiang went into the mountains to join the 36th Army, he had planned this conspiracy with the authorities." Bai Ling repeated her words: "If we succeed, we must first settle the score with the traitors. They
It's too despicable." Lu Zhaopeng said: "We must not wait until success to settle the debt with his surname Jiang."
A serious atmosphere enveloped the two mansions. The embarrassment and confusion that had filled the hearts of the two people because of the special relationship between the fake couple dissipated. Lu Zhaopeng was ordered to be transferred to the city, and the substitute was filled.
The position of Kujing's comrade; a more sinister environment requires a more hidden method, and forming a fake couple with Bai Ling is a hidden method. Lu Zhaopeng said to Bai Ling: "Everything about us is unimportant.
He hinted at this special relationship to her, and his heart was filled with sadness and heroism: "Let's weave a new network now." Bai Ling said: "The party asked me to help you in crisis. I feel that
Proud. Even if the dry well is filled, I am still proud." Lu Zhaopeng snorted: "Don't think about being filled in the well first, let's build our Internet cafe to catch those flies and mosquitoes and eat them, so that we can also have a good time.
Bai Ling laughed and said: "I don't eat flies or mosquitoes. I find it disgusting." Lu Zhaopeng also laughed: "If you don't want to eat them, give them all to me. I dare to eat flies, mosquitoes, poisonous insects and beasts."
Late at night, when it was time to sleep, Bai Ling wanted to remind Lu Zhaopeng but she couldn't say the word "sleep". At that moment, she realized that she was actually still a woman; the disadvantages and obstacles of women in this special environment, her own
She couldn't get rid of even the slightest bit. She finally didn't say the word "sleep", but silently grabbed a brown-haired broom and swept the bed, but her heart was beating loudly. She spread out a quilt, and then
Another quilt was laid out, and the pounding of my heart had intensified to the point where my temples were bouncing frequently. When I placed a pillow and was about to place the second pillow, I became even more hesitant. The pillow was burning like a hot object.
Her cheeks burned. Lu Zhaopeng turned around, as if he could see her embarrassment, bent down and took out a piece of tung oil cloth from under the bed and spread it on the brick floor. He picked up a quilt from the bed and threw it on the oil cloth, and then took it from her hand.
Li grabbed the pillow and put it on the floor, and whispered: "I have already prepared it." Bai Ling's sudden embarrassment suddenly subsided, and a kind of coldness arose in her heart. She said: "Let me sleep on the floor." Lu
Zhaopeng pointed to the door with his finger and lowered his voice and said, "I'll sleep on the floor to protect you from the wolf." After saying that, he blew out the kerosene glass lamp, and the room suddenly became dark. He lay down on the floor and returned the message.
I was thinking about the words "stop the wolf" that I just casually said, and felt proud of the wit contained in this pun.
In fact, Lu Zhaopeng was more embarrassed than Bai Ling. He saw Bai Ling's shyness and her innocence. He was already married and knew the actual content of sharing the same bed. He was older than her, and besides, she was
His younger brother Zhaohai has that kind of relationship, so to speak, she is his sister-in-law. He must maintain the dignity of a leader while not damaging his brother's face. He felt embarrassed the first time he saw her, but he tried his best to hide it.
His ability to conceal inner tension, joy and pain is extraordinary and sophisticated.
He is still proud of the fact that he said "stop the wolf", which not only relieved his own embarrassment, but also relieved Bai Ling's embarrassment. As long as they get through the most difficult first night, the embarrassment will disappear from both of them.
. He was lying on the floor, and the room was silent. Judging by his feeling, Bai Ling was still sitting upright on the bed. He said in a calm and sincere tone: "Go to sleep." But he couldn't hear her reaction. There was a long silence.
After that, Lu Zhaopeng finally heard the rustling sound of Bai Ling taking off his clothes; the room was filled with a strange and warm atmosphere, which was an indescribable atmosphere radiated from Bai Ling's body into the space. His
The scene of the first night of my wedding suddenly appeared in my mind, and another thick cloud of sadness arose.
Bai Ling seemed much simpler. At first, she was embarrassed about placing pillows side by side or on both sides, but when Lu Zhaopeng lay on the floor, she suddenly felt relieved. She couldn't explain the sudden heartbeat she just had.
The reason why her face was burning seemed to be just a vague image, or a female instinct. When she was taking off her clothes, this instinctive obstacle appeared again. Even if she took off her clothes in the dark with a lamp, she still felt
She was embarrassed. When her hand touched the button on her chest, her heartbeat could not be suppressed. When she unbuckled her trousers with both hands, she even felt an unreasonable tremor. She hurriedly took off her clothes and pants and slipped into the quilt, and her heart slowly began to grow.
She felt comfortable. She laughed at herself again. The fake baby was not a baby after all. Bai Ling lay quietly and smelled a strange and alluring scent. It was the man sleeping in the space radiating from the person sleeping on the floor.
The breath, but the wonderful feeling of swinging on a swing appeared in my heart...
Bai Ling's most vivid and fondest memory of Yuanshang's hometown was the Qingming Festival. Every family had lunch early and went to the graves to burn paper. Then they gathered in the ancestral hall to worship their ancestors, and then gathered in an informal manner at the nianzi field.
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There is a bluestone stone mill used by officials in the north alley of the village. Throughout the year, people are grinding the husks of millet on the milling plate, or grinding the grain particles, and then get the yellow millet and fine grain grits. There are two common trees on the south side of the milling plate.
The tall toon tree has brown bark that cracks and peels off every year, revealing new purple-red bark; the new leaves emit a rich fragrance, making it an ideal swing frame. Heiwa put a piece of skin as thick as a rolling stick
The rope was tied to the trouser belt in the back waist, and he climbed up as nimbly and nimbly as a monkey. He tied the leather rope on the fork of the fork and tied it firmly. The two leather ropes were tied to a wooden board three feet above the ground. In order to let everyone
With a steady heart and no worries about loosening the leather rope, Heiwa took the lead in jumping on the pedal and was the first to swing. Heiwa was the first to swing the swing to the limit, and he was in an inverted posture in the air with his feet facing up and his head down;
The pedal hitting a certain branch became the symbol of the highest swing. Then people stepped on the swing one after another in an attempt to break that record. Heiwa's posture was also the most free and graceful. When the swing reached mid-air, he stretched out his arms and
The body forms a cross; when the arms are contracted, the leather rope makes a snapping sound in the air, making the timid people cheer and marvel. There are still people who can swing the swing to the height of Heiwa.
There were several of them, some young and some in their prime. His father, Bai Jiaxuan, always got on the shelf after everyone else had tried it once. His movements were powerful but clumsy. He could only swing to a height where the two leather ropes could be straightened in the air.
The figure was like an eagle with its wings spread out and calmly hovering in the sky. As soon as Lu Zilin got on the swing, the whole place became noisy. He was not good at height, but at tricks. He sat on the pedal for a while, and fell asleep for a while.
Up there, he dared to leave the pedals with only his hands to hold the leather rope and curl up into a ball; he could free up one hand to hold his nose and blow his nose in the air, deliberately making a series of loud farts, causing a lot of trouble.
There was a lot of affectionate yelling under the tree.
Lu Zhaopeng was studying abroad, and it was rare for him to spend the Qingming Festival in his hometown. Bai Ling only saw him once. At that time, Lu Zhaopeng was wearing a navy blue uniform, and as soon as he started, he tried to surpass the record set by Heiwa. His movements were not very coordinated.
, not skilled in technique, but he worked hard. When he stepped on the altitude close to Heiwa, there was a cheer under the tree, and there was another good swing swinger in Bailu Village. At this time, a scary thing happened
, when the pedal was higher than his shoulders, he actually took off his feet from the pedal, and another panicked scream suddenly sounded under the tree. Bai Ling was also frightened and screamed "Oh my god". Lu Zhaopeng relied on
His arms swung back and forth in the air twice before he stepped on the pedal again. When Lu Zhaopeng jumped from the swing to the ground, people were pinching the root of Lu Zilin's nose to save his life...
This is the only relaxed and lively day in the year. Regardless of gender, age or clan, everyone can gather on the grinding ground to talk and laugh to their heart's content. Everyone can go to the swing to perform and show off, especially
She is a big girl and a little daughter-in-law. She is not bound by her parents-in-law and family rules. She can throw her long braids into the air and spread her hearty laughter to the sky. Bai Ling heads back to the swing in the stone mill. She is a girl.
The youngest of the children, although the height of the swing cannot be compared with that of the adults, it is still amazing. When she bends her knees and pushes the pedal to the high altitude in front of her, she feels a kind of heartiness, and when the swing moves from
When I stepped back from high altitude, I felt a kind of fear, the wind was whistling in my ears, my body was floating like a fallen leaf, my heart was tightly curled up, and I was trembling slightly...
Bai Ling couldn't sleep and wondered why he remembered the past on the swing. He couldn't help but said: "Brother Zhaopeng, do you still remember the danger of playing on the swing that time?" Lu Zhaopeng didn't fall asleep either, and said with a smile: "That's true.
I want to go back to where I was and play the swing again.”
When Bai Ling woke up the next morning, Lu Zhaopeng was fully dressed. He folded the quilt and pillow and put them back on the bed. He rolled up the oilcloth and stuffed it under the bed. Bai Ling hurriedly put on his clothes and kicked off his pants and jumped out of bed. Lu Zhaopeng jumped out of bed.
Peng said: "According to ordinary family habits, the wife should get up one step earlier than the husband, wash the face with water, clean the room, and then make breakfast. I can forgive it for the first time today." Bai Ling stuck out his tongue, made a face, and got busy. Eat
After breakfast, Lu Zhaopeng handed her a piece of paper and said: "Send it to the north wall of the South Hall of the Eight Immortals Terrace." Bai Ling took the note, and the nerves in his whole body became tense and excited. Lu Zhaopeng said:
"You are now a devout Taoist. Don't forget to buy a wax paper watch at the door."
Bai Ling started this secret work from then on. One day, Bai Ling said to Lu Zhaopeng: "The web has been woven, right?" Lu Zhaopeng said: "Not yet. We are two good spiders."
Ling asked: "It's been a long time. Do you think there are any loopholes in my being a fake wife? The landlord's wife is a thief." Lu Zhaopeng pondered for a while and said, "It seems there are no obvious loopholes. Do you think there are any loopholes?" Bai
Ling said: "Yes." Lu Zhaopeng hurriedly asked: "What's the matter?" Bai Ling didn't say.
It was five or six days after she moved in. Lu Zhaopeng went out, and Bai Ling was sitting on the steps mending a pair of Lu Zhaopeng's stockings. The landlord, Mrs. Wei, kindly sent her a sock last. Bai Ling put
She put the last into the sock and tried it. The last was really easy to sew, and she kept saying words of gratitude. Old Mrs. Wei asked: "Why do you always go to the hut at night?" Bai Ling couldn't figure out the meaning of the words, and just lowered his head to tie the socks.
Old Mrs. Wei guided her with the caring tone of an elder: "It would be very convenient to have a chamber pot and a urinal. When it gets cold and snowy tomorrow, I can run to the hut without freezing to death." Bailington realized that they were a fake couple and left behind.
He also judged clearly that the old lady had no evil intentions, and immediately responded: "My husband can't get used to the smell of urine, so that I...have to run to the latrine no matter how cold it is." Old Mrs. Wei sucked her cigarette and rolled it.
At the corner of his mouth, he said worldly: "Men have many problems. Almost every man has a strange problem. My old shopkeeper's problem is the only one that is strange..."
Bai Ling never mentioned this matter to Lu Zhaopeng. If he did, it would make the two of them even more embarrassed, so he said: "Fake things are always fake. Don't ask about the loopholes. I have already covered them up. But...
...It's really hard to fake." After Bai Ling finished speaking, he looked at Lu Zhaopeng and found that he didn't pay much attention to his topic and seemed to be absent-minded, so he asked: "Is something not going well?" Lu Zhaopeng said in a low voice without looking up.
: "Something happened to County Magistrate Hao." Bai Ling seemed to have been slapped in the waist with a stick: "Ah..." Lu Zhaopeng said: "It was the traitor who reported the secret."
Bai Ling couldn't bear this heavy blow and became depressed and silent. Lu Zhaopeng reminded her several times "don't show any flaws", but he couldn't make her completely change. Hao Hao appeared in her mind day and night.
The round face of the county magistrate, who was witty and honest, replayed again and again the scene when she went to Zishui County to meet Magistrate Hao, and inexplicably imagined the tragic scene of Magistrate Hao being stuffed into a sack and thrown into a dry well. Lu Zhaopeng
When he couldn't persuade him, he even hardened his heart and said: "Comrade Bai Ling, those who work for communism in China must practice hard skills to be able to swallow knives. Just ordinary stubbornness will not do." Bai Ling was stunned for a moment and looked at it.
Zhaopeng glanced at him and remained silent. Lu Zhaopeng said: "Otherwise, would I still dare to tell you important things?" Bai Ling finally shed two tears: "Look, Brother Zhaopeng... I can practice this hard kung fu."
"As he spoke, he threw himself into Lu Zhaopeng's arms. He was trembling all over and could hardly stand. Words burst out from between his teeth, "I have...swallowed the knife..." Lu Zhaopeng hugged him.
He supported Bai Ling's violently trembling body, raised his right hand to stroke her hair, and then held Bai Ling's shoulders with both hands to push her away from his body. He stared sternly into Bai Ling's close eyes and said: "
County Magistrate Hao was killed today." Bai Ling stared and asked, "The dry well was filled again." Lu Zhaopeng said, "No, this time it was a shooting. Yue Weishan was determined to get people back from the city, and the killing place was on Bailuyuan.
." Bai Ling said: "Kill one to serve as a warning to others." Lu Zhaopeng sat down and pressed Bai Ling's shoulder and said, "We still have to learn to tolerate hatred."