The crisp sound of bicycle bells could be heard downstairs.
Xu Siqi stepped to the window and saw Gu Qingcheng riding a bicycle, smiling and waving to him, with an object wrapped in cotton tucked in the back seat.
After locking her bicycle, Gu Qingcheng quickly entered the apartment and ran out of the building after a while. She forgot to take the cotton package.
"Qingcheng, why are you here so early?" Xu Siqi opened the door and let Gu Qingcheng in.
Gu Qingcheng put the package on the table: "It's not just to give you breakfast."
Xu Siqi reached out and opened the package. Inside was a metal lunch box. He smelled it and said with a smile: "The smell of dumplings."
When I opened the lunch box, I saw that it was indeed a box full of dumplings.
Gu Qingcheng went to the kitchen to get bowls and chopsticks, pulled out a chair and sat at the dining table, saying: "I made dumplings at home last night. My mother said that you are from the north, so you must like to eat dumplings."
Xu Siqi smiled and said: "I can only be considered half a northerner, but whether I am from the south or the north, it does not prevent me from liking to eat dumplings."
“Isn’t Hefei the north?”
"If the Huaihe River is used as the boundary, it would be half north and half south... Qingcheng, why don't you eat it?"
"I have already eaten."
"Eat more, the dumplings are so small, it won't matter if you eat more or less. Besides, you have almost digested them along the way."
Gu Qingcheng smiled and said: "It's not that fast."
After saying this, she went to the kitchen and got another set of dishes and chopsticks.
"Siqi, what kind of stuffing do you like?"
"Three fresh stuffings."
"This is three fresh stuffing. How do you think it tastes?"
"Yeah, delicious."
"Do you often make dumplings at home?"
The two of them ate dumplings and chatted incessantly.
Xu Siqi stopped his chopsticks, thought seriously for a while, and said, "Let's put it this way, on average, my family must make dumplings at least once a week."
"Do you have a servant at home?"
"No. Mother is the only one who takes care of the housework."
"That's a lot of trouble. You have to make dough, chop stuffings, and roll out dumpling wrappers. If you're alone, it will take you a whole day."
"My brother and I both like to eat dumplings, so mothers naturally work hard."
Gu Qingcheng had already known about Xu Siqi's younger brother being abducted, and said: "It's pity for parents in the world. My mother often told me that only as a parent can I understand the true meaning of this sentence."
"My younger brother also likes to eat three-fresh dumplings. He likes to eat shrimps in dumplings. Every time, my mother picks out the shrimps and gives them to him..." Xu Siqi sighed.
Gu Qingcheng put down his chopsticks, stretched out his hand to hold Xu Siqi's hand, and said apologetically: "Siqi, I'm sorry, it's all my fault for bringing up your sadness again."
Xu Siqi didn't want to affect Gu Qingcheng's mood, so he pretended to be relaxed and said: "I obviously brought it up myself, so don't take the responsibility."
Gu Qingcheng smiled sweetly: "Then, we each have half the responsibility, do you agree?"
Gu Qingcheng's current appearance reminded Xu Siqi of Gu Linglong for no reason. It was normal for the twin sisters to look similar, but they were too little alike to be indistinguishable.
"Almost forgot……"
Gu Qingcheng took out an envelope from his pocket, looked at Xu Siqi with a strange expression, and said, "Linglong has a letter."
"Is she okay?" Xu Siqi asked.
"You will know if she is good or not when you see her."
"Private letters..."
"I asked you to see it. What are you afraid of?"
As he spoke, Gu Qingcheng took out the letter paper from the envelope, unfolded it and handed it to Xu Siqi.
In addition to describing his feelings after parting, the letter also talked about what he had experienced in Hangzhou. At the end of the letter, there was a subtle mention: Is he okay now?
It goes without saying that "he" in the letter, of course, refers to Xu Siqi.
Gu Qingcheng frowned, sighed softly, and said, "Tell me, how should I write a reply to Linglong?"
Xu Siqi thought for a while: "Linglong will know sooner or later, so it's better to tell her directly."
"no."
"Why?"
"My mother disagrees. She said that learning to send telegraphs requires concentration. If this incident affects Linglong's study, it will be in vain."
The two of them were speechless, and Xu Siqi had nothing to do. Since Mrs. Gu didn't agree, she could only hide it from Gu Linglong for the time being.
…
Two days later.
Sichuan North Road, Public Settlement.
There is a double-story Shikumen building facing the street. The first floor is occupied by various merchants and shops, and the second floor is rented to several companies, including the "Social News" magazine.
With a camera slung over his shoulder, Li Shiqun walked downstairs along the wrought iron exterior stairs. A journalist was waiting for him downstairs, and the two were preparing to go out for interviews.
After watching them get on the tram, Xu Siqi came out of the darkness. He came specifically to check Li Shiqun's handwriting today.
The "Social News" magazine is not large, with only two offices in total. The editor-in-chief and deputy editor-in-chief occupy one, and other editors and reporters share one.
There were several reporters in the big office, writing articles at their desks. Xu Siqi looked around and asked, "Excuse me, is Editor Li here?"
A reporter asked: "What can I do for you?"
Xu Siqi said: "Oh, I am a friend of Editor Li, and I would like to ask him some questions about photography."
"What a coincidence, Editor Li went out for an interview..."
"It doesn't matter. I'm free today. I'll wait for him for a while."
"up to you."
"Is this Editor Li's desk?"
"right."
There are signboards on the desks. Li Shiqun's desk is by the window. The desk looks a bit messy, with various documents piled aside haphazardly.
Xu Siqi walked over, pulled out a chair and sat down. While the reporters were busy rushing out manuscripts, he reached out and pulled out a handwritten document.
The handwriting of this document is exactly the same as the manuscript in Shi Jiwei’s briefcase!
There is also Li Shiqun's signature at the bottom, proving that this thing was written by him. In order to avoid errors, Xu Siqi checked two more handwritten documents, which also had the same handwriting.
This also means that the articles published in newspapers were indeed written by Li Shiqun.
To vilify and attack the Communist Party in newspapers and spare no effort to support the people's government is a fait accompli of rebellion and surrender to the enemy, and there is no reason to explain it.
What is puzzling is that since Li Shiqun had already rebelled, why did he betray Shi Jiwei and Chen Zuyi?
Fortunately for Chen Zuyi, Shi Jiwei was the head of the Shanghai Station of the Party Affairs Office. If the Party Affairs Office found out the truth, Li Shiqun would inevitably die.
The office door rang, and a young woman came in from the outside. She was wearing an aqua cheongsam and carrying a white women's bag.
Women are very pretty, especially in their movements, they have an attractive aura.
A reporter stood up and said hello: "Hello, Mrs. Li."
Mrs. Li smiled slightly: "Hello. Where is Shiqun?"
The reporter said: "He went out for an interview. Oh, this gentleman was also waiting for Editor Li. He said he was a friend of Editor Li..."