Chapter 11 chapter 10

The camp of the guerrilla detachment of the New Fourth Army is located in a bamboo forest, which blocks out the sun and completely keeps the hot summer out.Wang Mutian and Sang Xia followed Company Commander Fang and walked towards the bamboo forest path, looking around along the way.This is a novel world. Almost all the people coming and going here are young people. These young people seem to be busy, active and optimistic, and the bamboo forest seems to be full of vitality.Standing guard at the intersection was a childish sentry. Wang Mutian said to Sang Xia when he walked past him: "Sister Xiaoxia, this sentry is much younger than me, at most sixteen years old!"

Company Commander Fang was amused by Wang Mutian's rarity and strangeness: "It's not too young, the youngest in our team is only fourteen years old." Wang Mutian opened his eyes wide: "Are they also going to fight?" "They don't need to fight now, but they are learning to fight. Have you heard of the Yan'an Anti-Japanese University? Our New Fourth Army also has a branch of the Anti-Japanese University." Wang Mutian fell silent, he was a little shy, compared with the people here, his previous behavior was simply childish. Three female soldiers walked quickly with basins and buckets in their hands. They all wore white armbands with a red cross on their arms.Company Commander Fang greeted them, pointed to the direction they were going, and said, "That's the hospital over there, and this is the field service team for propaganda and agitation. A little further on, there's the regiment headquarters." He saw Sang Xia looked around and smiled, "What is Xiao Sang looking for? Except for a few tents in the hospital, all the units are flexible. Look at the road. It is a road during the day, and a house at night."

Wang Mutian stared at the road: "What if it's raining?" Company Commander Fang said lightly: "Everyone will be given an oilcloth. When it rains, wrap the oilcloth outside the bedding and sleep soundly!" A male soldier wearing glasses and a red cross armband hurried over, greeted Company Commander Fang hurriedly, and walked over quickly.Company Commander Fang said: "This is Doctor Huang, from the Philippines. He is a second-year student in medical university and majored in obstetrics and gynecology, but he is the chief surgeon here. Among the three female nurses you saw just now, Two of them came back from Nanyang. Now our government agencies, logistics, hospitals, and newspapers, wherever intellectuals are needed, there are many students who have returned from overseas, and some students have returned from the United States and Canada to join the army.”

Wang Mutian looked at Sang Xia excitedly, and Sang Xia also looked excited.They have been deeply moved by everything here. Three people came to the door of a tent, and a sentry stood in front of the closed tent curtain with a gun.Company Commander Fang pointed to Sang Xia and Wang Mutian and said to the sentinel: "These two are the comrades who brought us the medicine." The sentinel gave them a solemn military salute. A sense of pride naturally rolled in Wang Mutian's heart. The ground of the tent has been cleared of weeds and tamped with soil, so it is very smooth. There are foldable medicine cabinets on all sides, and there are various medicine bottles in it.Company Commander Fang introduced: "See? The pharmacy is heavily guarded. Sometimes the wounded can't bear the pain and will sneak in to get medicine. Five or six of them took the wrong medicine in the past two years, and the number of people was reduced due to non-combat."

A pharmacist in his thirties was packing pills into small medicine bags made from old newspapers.Company Commander Fang pointed to the pharmacist and said, "This is the pharmacist of our Red 28th Army. He takes both Chinese and Western medicine!" The pharmacist nodded slightly to the visitor, without much courtesy. A dozen bamboo sticks were placed on the ground.Wang Mutian went up, took out the Swiss Army knife, pried off the cover on the bamboo head, and took out the medicine wrapped in cotton wool from inside.The pharmacist walked over silently, picked up a small bottle, and looked at the white powder inside.

Sang Xia stepped forward and explained: "This is procaine. This part of English is the usage. It tells you how to dissolve it." She picked up a flat box and opened the lid, "These are lidocaine. Caine is used in much the same way..." The pharmacist interrupted Sang Xia with a smile: "I know a little English. But thank you." Sang Xia smiled embarrassedly: "You're welcome." Company Commander Fang was going to report the sacrifice of Station Master Li to the head of the regiment, and left the two of them here to visit, then turned and walked out of the tent.

The two were sitting on a small bamboo stool to rest, when suddenly a scream came from not far away.Wang Mutian stood up and stared nervously: "Is the prisoner captured and interrogated?" The pharmacist looked at Wang Mutian meaningfully: "Do you know the three major disciplines and the eight precautions? We don't allow prisoners to be abused. The tent next to it is the operating room." Sang Xia and Wang Mutian walked around the outside of the operating room tent, and saw that the three windows were covered by curtains.There was another scream from inside, but this time it was much more depressing than the last time.A woman's voice came from inside, she was encouraging the wounded: "Bite tighter! It will be fine soon!"

Sang Xia felt anxious, and whispered to Wang Mutian, "Isn't there an anesthetic? Why is he still in such pain?" Wang Mutian stretched his hand into the small window. The curtains were pulled by thin ropes on the tent wall, and they couldn't be pulled open, but there was still a gap under the window. Through the gap, the upper body of the wounded could just be seen.Wang Mutian gasped. The wounded was the young trafficman who delivered medicine with them yesterday. His arms were tied to the side of the bed, and a towel was biting between his teeth. A female hand took a white cloth to wipe it off for him. With the sweat on his head and neck, he couldn't help but yelled again.

The doctor Huang from the Philippines looked at the traffic officer with a smile: "Just swear when it hurts! You can swear at your mother, you can swear at the devil! I won't return the words when you swear at me...Come on! Swear quickly!" The traffic officer's head drooped suddenly and he passed out. The head nurse next to him became nervous.Dr. Huang wiped his sweat and said, "It's almost done, let's get ready to suture. The operation was successful. He passed out because of the pain, so it shouldn't matter..." Wang Mutian couldn't hold back anymore, and shouted towards the window: "Of course you're okay! It's not you who hurt!" Sang Xia anxiously pulled Wang Mutian back.

Dr. Huang followed the sound and looked out angrily: "Who is making trouble there?" Wang Mutian broke away from Sang Xia, exerted a lot of force, the curtain was torn off, and yelled at Doctor Huang through the tent.Beside the bed in the crude operating room, Dr. Huang's rubber apron and hands with a large mask were covered with blood. He was suturing the traffic worker's wound, and angrily ordered the head nurse to drive away the two uninvited guests immediately. The head nurse came out of the tent.Tears welled up in Sang Xia's eyes, and her eyes became more crystal clear through the tears: "The anesthetic is delivered now, why not give it to him?"

The head nurse said lightly: "It's just taking a bullet from the thigh, not disemboweling it! Our soldiers here are so delicate, and they still use anesthesia for such a small operation!" Wang Mutian was as excited as a fighting cock: "This is the traffic man who risked his life with us last night to transport the anesthetic to the mountain. Now he has passed out from the pain, and you still haven't given him anesthesia! Why are you so cruel? Humanitarian?" Sang Xia wiped away her tears and said loudly: "On behalf of our overseas and domestic comrades in the drug delivery station, I beg you to give him an anesthetic!" A sentry ran over with a gun in his hand, the gun barrel was placed in front of Wang Mutian, separating him from the window, and the safety of the gun was released with a "click". Wang Mutian, who rushed to his head with blood, grabbed his gun barrel and competed with the sentinel: "On the way to deliver these anesthetics, the station master Li at the traffic station died! Is it because you don't use the anesthetics and torture the wounded?" The sentinel pulled the bolt of the gun with a "crash".Wang Mutian grabbed the muzzle of the gun and pressed it against his chest: "Who are you scaring? I'm afraid of everything, but not death! It seems that you have shot and killed people! You shoot!" As the commotion was raging, Company Commander Fang hurried over, and he stopped Wang Mutian: "Xiao Wang, we are the army, not a place for you to play tricks!" Wang Mutian simply scolded together with Company Commander Fang: "They are all liars! We transported the medicine from overseas with untold hardships, and sent it to the army after a narrow escape. How did you treat the wounded? You are not even willing to give them anesthesia! You are sorry. Patriotic overseas Chinese who donated medicine for the Anti-Japanese War?" Company Commander Fang looked at Wang Mutian without saying a word, and a look of approval quickly appeared on his face. The head nurse stopped Wang Mutian: "Little comrade!" Wang Mutian pointed at the head nurse again: "Who is the little comrade! I have been fighting the war for two years!" He pointed at the traffic worker in the tent, "Compared to that wounded man, I am one year older!" The head nurse smiled helplessly: "Okay, little old comrade! Our regimental chief of staff had an operation the day before yesterday, and took out a piece of shrapnel from his calf that was punched in five years ago. He refused to use anesthesia himself, and asked us to save the anesthetic to the general staff." Surgical casualties." Sang Xia was stunned, and Wang Mutian also opened his mouth wide: "Why?" The head nurse said softly: "The chief of staff sets an example like this. None of the soldiers below want to be cowards, right? We ask for their opinions before the operation on every lightly wounded patient." She pointed to the tent and said: " We also asked for his opinion on this little traffic man, but he refused to use anesthesia, so we applied some anesthetic herbs to him." The truth came out, it seemed impulsive again this time, Wang Mutian peeked at Company Commander Fang, and Company Commander Fang was also looking at them with a smile, and he looked at Sang Xia, who was just like him, embarrassed and ashamed.Seeing the expressions of the two, Company Commander Fang finally couldn't help laughing. Wang Mutian almost fell in love with camp life at first sight. He liked it so much. Everyone here is so vivid, so alive, so strong, so fulfilling. Their lives are meaningful. He was tired of those small fights in Shanghai. Xiao Nao, I only hope that I can join such a lively and tense army life immediately.I just thought about it for a long time, but I still don't know how to speak. After a simple lunch, Wang Mutian and Sang Xia changed into peasant clothes, and a soldier escorted them out of the bamboo forest. After walking half a mile, Wang Mutian stopped and looked at Sang Xia with pleading eyes: "Sister Xiaoxia, Do me a favor?" Seeing Wang Mutian's seriousness, Sang Xia didn't know what he was going to do. Wang Mutian frowned tightly, as if he had made a lot of determination, and said one sentence at a time: "You help me get that motorcycle back from the dealership, and pay the owner of the dealership for repairing the car, and I will give you that motorcycle." The donation made by our New Fourth Army Drug Transport Station. Also... I started collecting stamps when I was seven years old, and my father also left me stamps. You help me send all my stamp albums to Hong Wangnan's younger sister Hong Wangmei, who also collects stamps , I always envy my postage stamps. And my books, all the detective novels, are given to my classmate surnamed Zheng." Sang Xia felt that her head was getting bigger: "What do you mean... explain the funeral?" Wang Mutian was noncommittal, and his feet were about to turn back: "Finally, I would like to ask you to do me a big favor. This is the most difficult thing to do, but I believe that only you can help: Please advise my mother, don't be sad, I am going to fight against Japan..." He suddenly Turn around and run back along the path in the bamboo forest. Sang Xia was confused, anti-Japanese?Why does this kid always make these sudden moves? Wang Mutian ran back to Company Commander Fang and stood at attention: "Let me stay. I want to be a soldier, I want to fight!" Company Commander Fang looked at the young man in front of him in surprise: "Aren't you leaving... What are you not a soldier now?" Wang Mutian said loudly: "I want to be a real soldier who fights the enemy gun to gun, sword to sword, and fights to the death!" Sang Xia chased after her, and was stunned to the side.Company Commander Fang stared at Wang Mutian with admiration, and after a while, he patted him heavily on the shoulder: "Comrade Xiao Wang, go back to Shanghai, the work in Shanghai needs you more. To be a soldier here, as long as you have the heart To fight against Japan, if you have the ambition to save the nation, you can be strong and strong; when you are a soldier in Shanghai, they will most likely not be able to do it. You and the enemy are not gun to gun, knife to knife, but eye to eye, nose to nose, ear to ear Ears. Do you think, what kind of battle is it that you can’t even hold a knife and gun? Which kind of battle requires more courage, wisdom and culture?" Wang Mutian thought for a while, and seemed to think that Company Commander Fang's words made sense: "But...but..." He stammered, he wanted to say that he really liked this place, but he really couldn't express it. Company Commander Fang said pleasantly: "When the soldiers and the wounded know how and who sent the medicine that saved their lives, they will definitely find it harder to be a soldier like you." Seeing that Wang Mutian seemed to have been persuaded by Company Commander Fang, Sang Xia breathed a sigh of relief, stepped up to hold him, and half-jokingly said, "Comrade Xiao Wang, I think we should go back to Shanghai to join the struggle." Hong Wangnan, who returned to Shanghai, was placed by Ji Jiaming in an empty house in the suburbs of Shanghai.Ji Jiaming found a bone-setting doctor to perform hip replacement for Hong Wangnan. The doctor applied medicine and left some bone-setting herbs.Hearing that the doctor said there was no major problem, Hong Wangnan was relieved.He asked Ji Jiaming about Wen Xin's situation, and Ji Jiaming accused him instead: "A person like Wen Xin should have been punished long ago. What is the result of your fighting for your soul? You almost lost your life! That night , you called me from Shanghai South Railway Station and said that Xiao Ding had captured the person who followed you. I felt strange why Ding Zhengtang didn't ask me for instructions on how to deal with the prisoners. I rushed to the station without hesitation and happened to meet that person With Ding Zhengtang, the work was a mess, so I followed you on the train to Hangzhou. Unexpectedly, the guy surnamed Ding and the guy with unknown origin hired a car overnight to chase after him. Went to Jianqiao." Hong Wangnan looked out of the window sadly: "Why do I feel that your war of resistance and mine are two different things? My war of resistance is a resistance from the heart, from the unyielding soul. This kind of war of resistance, even when the Japanese occupied every corner of China After even an inch of land, it will not be extinguished. Our soul is something they can never occupy. It is amazing that they take away our body and destroy it, but everything except the body belongs to us forever and is free. All of this It is intangible and constitutes the soul of our nation... How can a soul be kidnapped? How can a person be kidnapped to fight bravely? How is this different from the aggressors kidnapping our nation and asking us to recognize their common prosperity?" Hong Wangnan turned around and found that Ji Jiaming was no longer in the room.Ji Jiaming is too lazy to listen to him express his feelings. Ji Jiaming is a man of action, and he only does what he thinks is useful.He found a mason and used bowl ballast to tie up the wall tightly.This means that Hong Wangnan's freedom is restricted.He has his own reasons for doing this: "I am only responsible to my superiors, to you, and to the cause of the War of Resistance. Just because I respect your way of doing things, it makes simple things dangerous. I have been tired of Parry!" Facing Ji Jiaming's unreasonableness, what can Hong Wangnan do, he can't do anything, the most he can do is grab the purple clay pot beside the bed and smash it on the door. Ji Jiaming looked at Hong Wangnan calmly, and said coldly: "Before I send you back to the aircraft factory, I will serve you with whatever method is effective. You forced me to implement this coercive method. I'm afraid that when your legs grow back, you will go out to cause trouble again, and talk to people everywhere to save the country. You are precious and hot! The superiors told me that we can't afford to build a plane for the War of Resistance against a general like Hong Wangnan. Please feel wronged, Hong Great doctor!" After speaking, he picked up his hat and walked away. There has been no news of Hong Wangnan, Wang Duoying is a little worried.He Xiaohui, who was sitting in a wheelchair, smiled and comforted her: "Wang Nan will be fine, you have to trust my instinct as a veteran, I must have been delayed by something." Wang Duoying looked at him strangely. His, now it's up to him to comfort him, it's a joke to say it. He Xiaohui was completely out of danger and was about to be discharged from the hospital to recuperate. Wang Duoying pushed him into the elevator.The narrow space is suspended in the air, and the silence makes time and space freeze. He Xiaohui broke the silence: "It's been raining a lot recently, and I heard the broadcast on the clinic's radio saying that several counties in Zhejiang and Jiangsu had flooded, and the trains probably stopped..." Wang Duoying nodded: "Maybe, thank you for listening to the weather news for Wangnan." Finally, there was another shock, and the elevator landed. It seemed that it was difficult for the two of them to break through the frozen time and space and go out.The elevator showed that it had reached the first floor, and He Xiaohui stretched out his unbandaged hand to pull the elevator door, but Wang Duoying's hand arrived first, and their hands touched in an instant, and He Xiaohui withdrew his hand like an electric shock. When they got outside, they seemed to get used to it all of a sudden, and they talked a lot less. It seemed that they only talked a lot when they stayed in the closed ward.Both of them seem to have an extra secret: everything started in the ward, so it should end in the ward. Wang Duoying was taken aback, what started?Oh, it's friendship, she believes it's friendship, she prefers to believe it.This is already rare, she has no friends. Xiao Bao didn't know how to drive, so he specially hired a car from outside. He and Wang Duoying helped He Xiaohui up and sat in the back seat.Wang Duoying also sat down next to him. He Xiaohui moved vigorously, trying to make more space for her, but seemed to avoid being too close to her.Wang Duoying glanced at him and squeezed hard against the car door, almost leaning half of her body.The car started, leaving the Falkenstein clinic building and heading for Senna's apartment. He Xiaohui glanced at Wang Duoying, and smiled slightly: "Sitting like this, your waist will be sore and your butt will hurt after a while." Wang Duoying frowned, and said angrily, "Speaking so rough!" He Xiaohui laughed: "Elegant people don't have buttocks? Where would Confucius sit without a butt? How could he write a book and talk about it?" Wang Duoying lowered her head and smiled, and He Xiaohui also looked at Wang Duoying and smiled: "Hey, I just want to see you smile. Now you are not worried about Wang Nan's accident, are you?" Wang Duoying nodded, feeling warm in her heart.This is the beauty of friendship. It is only natural to care about someone. Entering Hong Wangnan's room, He Xiaohui looked around the room, not used to it: "Such a bourgeois! If I stay here for a while, I may hope to become a civilized person." Wang Duoying said seriously: "This is very close to Falkenstein's clinic, and the nurse will give you an injection every day. If you feel uncomfortable, you can call the clinic, and they will come here immediately." Xiaobao thought carefully, and said that he would go out and buy two sets of clothes for He Xiaohui in a while, so that some of them could be changed and washed.He told He Xiaohui: "The Japanese military police didn't catch you and sealed off your landlord's house." He Xiaohui shook his head and smiled wryly, coveting the cheap rent, he rented the house in the Chinese Concession, and the houses in the French Concession were really outrageously expensive. Wang Duoying came up to comfort her: "You stay here first, and when the injury is fully recovered, you can read the rental advertisements in the French Concession and the British Concession in the newspaper." She turned and walked out the door, "I'll go to the restaurant downstairs to buy some refreshments. By the way, ask the manager for another key." As soon as the door was closed, He Xiaohui's expression immediately became serious: "Xiaobao, check the room." Xiaobao immediately took out a pocket knife, skillfully opened the phone base to check, and then quickly reset the base. The two picked up the lamp on the coffee table, lifted the bed cover, and opened the wardrobe, but found nothing unusual.He Xiaohui felt relieved: "Now it seems that there is nothing suspicious about Wang Duoying. She is innocent and simple, and her thinking is relatively progressive, but she has to be on guard. After all, she is Hong Wangnan's daughter-in-law who has never been married. The one who protects Hong Wangnan behind the scenes is a member of the Kuomintang. The secret service station of the Central Committee." He walked slowly to the bathroom, supported the sink, and walked to the bathroom window, "We also need to look at the conditions for hiding, fighting, and retreating in this house. To deal with the Central Committee's spies, you must be as vigilant as you are against the Japanese military police. When did you join the party?" Xiao Bao said, "After the Marco Polo Bridge Incident." He Xiaohui saw a puppy running happily with a ball in the yard downstairs, and two Western women sitting on a bench chatting and smoking. "Then you are still too young to understand the variables of the Kuomintang. What is the Kuomintang like? There is a saying that a person is not deterministic and has too many variables. If he is said to be 'a cat for three days, a dog for three days', the Kuomintang is like that. If you say turn your face, you will turn your face. When we heard that the Red Army guerrillas in southern Jiangxi and West Fujian were going to be reorganized by the Kuomintang, many people deserted and quit. Can't think about it! "April 12" was Chiang Kai-shek's turn against him? How many people died under his knife? How many Red Army soldiers were sacrificed in the encirclement and suppression! One family is one family? Who can trust Chiang Kai-shek? He still can’t fight the Japanese. Has the friction between the KMT and us stopped here? We must guard against these KMTs.” He Xiaohui is not old. Not much older than Xiaobao, but he seems to be someone who has experienced it. He has this qualification because his experience is too rich. Wang Duoying came back early with something, and Xiao Bao explained to Wang Duoying and went out.Wang Duoying recalled what Xiao Bao said just now, and asked in surprise: "Did he call me Xiao Wang just now?" He Xiaohui laughed dumbfounded: "Didn't it tell you that Ms. Wang is not used to it? In our New Fourth Army, we all call young soldiers that way, and add 'comrade' when we are serious... Well, Comrade Xiao Wang, what delicious food did you buy? of?" Wang Duoying smiled, put down the tray, took a porcelain soup bowl off the tray, and put it on the table: "Comrade Xiao Wang knows that you have lost your appetite after eating Western food, so I want to whet your appetite! Vinegar pepper fish soup, Shepherd's purse and sesame oil bun." As he spoke, he placed a small steamer and two small bowls on the table.As soon as he lifted the lid of the soup bowl, He Xiaohui immediately took a deep breath. "Hmm...it smells so good to me!" Wang Duoying scooped the soup into a small bowl and put it in front of He Xiaohui. She pointed to a small bottle and said, "If it's not spicy enough, this is pepper noodles." He Xiaohui picked up the small bottle and poured it vigorously into the soup, stirred it with a porcelain spoon, and frowned after taking a sip: "Is it pepper? Why is it so sweet?" Wang Duoying tasted it and exclaimed, "Ah! It's white sugar!" She giggled and snatched He Xiaohui's bowl of soup and poured it into the toilet. "Such a good soup spoiled! You must be doing nothing at home?" Wang Duoying protested: "Why don't you do it? Once a guest came to the house, and I put salt in his coffee instead of sugar!" "It is estimated that the guest will never come to your house again." Wang Duoying blinked: "You guessed it? I just want him to never come to my house again!" "why?" "He said good things about the Japanese. After 'August 13th', he was indeed reused by the Japanese." He Xiaohui was thoughtful: "Oh, I see. You also want me to never come to your house, so you put sugar in my soup as pepper." But Wang Duoying lost the intention of joking, and her expression became gloomy: "After your injury is healed, if you leave here, you will definitely never come to our door again." "We? Who are we?" Wang Duoying looked at He Xiaohui reproachfully: "You know who it is. Wang Nan and I! Let's drink the soup, it won't taste good when it's cold." After finishing the soup, Wang Duoying supported He Xiaohui to lie down on the bed, supporting his upper body with both hands. Her hands were shaking slightly due to tension and exertion. He Xiaohui finally lay down, his eyelids were tightly closed, fine beads of sweat emerged from his lips, and his forehead was also sweaty. Wang Duoying asked softly: "Every time the painkiller wears off, it hurts, right?" One button of He Xiaohui's shirt was undone, revealing his bandaged body, and some places were still oozing blood, but he still did not forget to joke: "Fortunately... you think, the old Jew hit me so big on my belly Patch, so many stitches always have to be dragged and dragged. This time he dug out several holes in my body, and he dug out the bullets that entered my body five years ago... "Guerrilla Song" sings "Each bullet destroys an enemy". As for me, the enemy's several bullets did not kill me alone... It's so strange... People and everything can coexist, and bullets can coexist... Now The bullets are gone, it's their fault..." Wang Duoying looked like a parent: "Don't talk, rest." As he said, he stood up and wanted to back away, but He Xiaohui took her hand.She was taken aback, watching his hand clutching hers tightly. He Xiaohui begged her: "Don't go, talk to me, it will be interrupted as soon as you talk... Do you remember the song I taught you? It's very difficult to sing, and the second half starts..." Wang Duoying looked at He Xiaohui, the natural motherhood was awakened again, and she sang softly: "We are all sharpshooters, is that how we sing?" "Yes, how did you learn it so quickly? Sing again: Every bullet destroys an enemy..." Wang Duoying continued to sing.He Xiaohui laughed: "I didn't realize I was out of tune until you sang." Wang Duoying gently pulled out her hand. More and more beads of sweat appeared on He Xiaohui's face, and he said weakly, "How romantic is the guerrilla in this song... In fact, the real guerrilla is very bitter, sallow and emaciated, covered with scabies. One or a few comrades will fall around, those who died in battle, those who died of illness, those who died of wound infection... When I recover, you teach me to sing this song..." Wang Duoying stood up, hummed softly and walked to the bathroom, took a towel and turned on the faucet to rinse. She looked at herself in the mirror: her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes shone with a strange brilliance.But in just two days, she seemed to have become another person, she didn't know herself anymore, did He Xiaohui make her change?She could find no answer, but a secret feeling arose within her—a sweetness that frightened her. She turned on the cold water tap, hoping that the cold water would wash away those secret passions.She seems to have succeeded.After coming out of the bathroom, she looked calmer.When He Xiaohui thanked her, she just said very politely: "I did these things for Hong Wangnan. If you want to thank Wangnan, please thank Wangnan." When Hong Wangnan's name was mentioned, she seemed to emphasize her tone deliberately. The doorbell rang suddenly, and Wang Duoying shivered.She turned her head to look at He Xiaohui who was suffering from pain. He Xiaohui seemed to forget the pain, staring at the door with wide eyes.The room was so quiet that one could almost hear a heartbeat. The people outside the door paused for a while, and then heard the sound of a key being inserted into the lock.Wang Duoying panicked, she leaned her back against the door hard: "Which one?" "I, Ji Jiaming. Miss Wang, please open the door." Wang Duoying seemed to be a puppet, looking at He Xiaohui begging for help.He Xiaohui waved his hand at her and whispered, "Go out." Wang Duoying quickly straightened her hair, took a breath, and turned to look at He Xiaohui again. He encouraged her with a smile and asked her to calm down.She opened the door. Uncle San walked out of the office and stood by the door of the reception room.He didn't follow until Hirano entered the reception room, and sat on a sofa by himself. Hirano observed the interior layout and picked up a piece of porcelain to admire.The third uncle stared at Hirano's silhouette: "Sir, you look very Chinese." Hirano turned around: "Then Mr. Wang sees that I am not Chinese?" "Westerners find it difficult to distinguish between Chinese and Japanese. In fact, the difference between us Chinese and you Japanese is sometimes greater than that between Chinese and Westerners. You must have lived in Shanghai for many years, sir?" Hirano's face was cold and hard, like a cold steamed bun in winter: "I'm not here to chat with you." The third uncle said calmly, "Oh? Then you want to take me away from here?" "How did you know I was going to catch you?" "Then what are you doing here? Do futures and spot business with me? Or do other investment business?" "Investment business is certainly good, but I don't have enough money." "Most rich people in Shanghai started their careers from penniless red men. Hartong, Sasun, Mr. Huang, and Mr. Du were all bums at the beginning. They used to be all kinds of people, but now they all come to the same Individuals wait, that is, rich people wait.” "In your place, all kinds of things can be invested to make money, right?" Hirano stared at the third uncle, "Intellectual information can also be invested." "That depends on the information." Hirano went straight to the point: "I asked, the Dutchman you often deal with wants to spend a lot of money to get information on the Central Aircraft Factory, the most important thing is the first batch and the second batch of models put into production. I also know that you If you want him to get very important international information, I would rather use the information from the central factory to exchange with him." The third uncle looked at Hirano calmly, but was thinking in his heart. Hirano continued: "What if I trade with you?" The third uncle spread his hands: "I really want to exchange with you. But I haven't got a word of information yet." "I can wait until you get the information..." Hirano corrected again, "Oh no, information." The third uncle knocked on the coffee table beside him with his hands: "Mr. Hirano is very clear that what you want and what you can get are not the same thing. For example, money, I long for it, the more the better, there is no end, but can I get it? Get it, it's not up to me, right?" Hirano made a condition: "As long as you can provide me with the information of the Central Aircraft Manufacturing Plant, any information is fine, and I can temporarily satisfy your desire for money." The third uncle lit a cigar: "I am the general manager of this bank. I have tens of thousands of taels of gold flowing in my hand every day. Mr. Hirano, do I seem to be someone who is satisfied with a little money? It is worthy of being called money. My place is a part of Shanghai. Besides, I haven’t even seen the information you want.” "Okay." Hirano emphasized in an unquestionable tone, "Once you get any information in this regard, I must be your first customer. Do you understand? The price I paid must be several times higher than that of the Dutch intelligence dealer. It will satisfy you. I have never been harsh on the price when doing business, so that the business can be done in the long run." The third uncle nodded in agreement: "That's right. In business, you can make a living by comparing goods and talking about prices. If you have any information you want to sell right now, I can help you refer to the price?" Hirano was surprised: "The business is going to start so soon?" The third uncle took a puff of smoke: "I am from Shanghai. When Shanghai people do business, every inch of time is worth every inch of gold." Ji Jiaming's visit to Hong Wangnan's room was completely accidental. He routinely asked the apartment manager if anyone had been looking for Hong Wangnan recently. The apartment manager told him that Wang Duoying came often recently and was now in Hong Wangnan's room.Intuition told Ji Jiaming that Wang Duoying's behavior was unusual, and there must be something tricky hidden in it.He saw that Wang Duoying who opened the door looked very wrong, so he confirmed his suspicion. Wang Duoying insisted on talking with him downstairs, but he insisted on talking in the room.He is as scheming as an old fox, Wang Duoying is no match for him, and while Wang Duoying is not paying attention, he opens the door of Hong Wangnan's room. Ji Jiaming's smile is simply disgusting, ruthless and cold.He said to Wang Duoying: "This house is really nice. I rented it to Hong Wangnan. I paid the bill. I have the responsibility to protect everyone who enters this room. I also have the right to know his background, even She is Hong Wangnan's soon-to-be-married woman." It's a pity that Ji Jiaming turned around the whole room and found nothing.Not reconciled, he pretended to leave, and then nervously returned to the carbine, but still got nothing, this time he really left. After closing the door, Wang Duoying was almost paralyzed on the ground, and she followed suit for an underground party.She looked around, wondering how a living person could miraculously disappear out of thin air. Could it be that there is such a thing as invisibility? She gently called out He Xiaohui's name, and when she heard a faint response, the voice came from the bathroom, and she rushed over.Seeing He Xiaohui get out of the small white square door on the opposite side of the bath, he was exhausted, and he lay on the floor just as he came out, panting fiercely with sweat profusely. Wang Duoying rushed forward to help He Xiaohui sit down against the wall, tears of fear and excitement flowed out: "I was scared to death!" After going through this torture, she and He Xiaohui can be called friends in need. He Xiaohui's pale lips twitched, not forgetting to be proud: "What is the Central Committee...you can't do it...you open this cabinet and have a look..." Wang Duoying opened the small square door, and the towels and sheets collapsed. "Look up." Wang Duoying poked her head into the cabinet, raised her head, and saw a passage like a chimney leading to the same locker on the upper floor. There was an iron chain against the wall.When Ji Jiaming opened the small door just now, He Xiaohui was holding on to this iron chain. He Xiaohui winked at Wang Duoying slyly: "It turns out that this place is used to transport things, and it is connected up and down. Now it is out of use, and it has been changed into a closet. The small bag lifted the top board off, and I stood in front of these towel sheets. Up above. As long as that idiot looks up, I will be exposed." His panting became heavier again. Wang Duoying supported him to go out, but he gently pushed her away: "I can walk by myself." Wang Duoying was worried: "The wound hurts like hell?" He Xiaohui smiled: "Strange, it didn't hurt at all just now, but now it starts to hurt again." Hunters say that injured and painful beasts are the most dangerous. When they face external dangers, they will be much stronger than their opponents in an instant.The same goes for people.For Wang Duoying at this moment, the man in front of him is hardly a human being, but it is not appropriate to say that he is a beast, so what is he? 贺晓辉坐到床前，但腿抬不起来，王多颖走上前去，帮他把腿放到床上，又慢慢让他躺倒。两人的脸此刻离得非常近，连彼此的心跳似乎都能听得见。王多颖感觉到贺晓辉在看她，瞥了一眼，看到他的目光充满温情。她的心跳又加快了，嘴上却说：“还疼吗？” 贺晓辉避而不答：“你猜我刚才在想什么？” 王多颖低下头，又摇摇头：“猜不到。” “我在想，你唱歌怎么一点儿都不跑调。” 王多颖忍不住笑出声来：“你怎么还会想到那儿去？真奇怪！” 贺晓辉闭上眼，喃喃地说：“因为我的……紫兰唱歌也不跑调……一点儿也不跑调……” 贺晓辉的呼吸匀称深邃起来，胸口微微地一起一伏。他太疲惫，很快睡着了。王多颖注视着他，突然感到几分羞臊，断然收回目光，逃似的离开床边，向门口走去。 到了门口，还是忍不住又回头看了他一眼，他睡得如同婴儿。 桑霞和王沐天回到家。桑霞直接冲进浴室，脱掉衣服，把淋浴喷头开到最大，尽情地享受水的洗涤。她仰着头，任水的芒刺扎在她的脸上，脖子上，胸脯上，扎着她柔韧健美的肢体，扎进她浓密的短发。 楼上洗手间里，朱玉琼用一块毛巾给光着上半身的王沐天擦着脖子后面的灰垢，她这两天一直提心吊胆，现在看到儿子一点事没有，大感安慰，笑骂说：“像是到苏州河底下的烂泥里打了个滚儿，滚成一条泥鳅了！”她是很容易知足的，只要儿子不出事，那便天下太平。她要是知道王沐天昨晚的战斗，非给吓神经不可。 洪望梅来找母亲孙碧凝，听姆妈说王沐天回来了，便风风火火跑来找他问罪。女人在某些事上总有着天生的敏锐和洞察力，她拉王沐天到了阳台，质问了一番王沐天，王沐天的谎言很快被她揭穿，她绝望地下了结论：王沐天跟桑霞出门，是去约会的。她用英文表达她的绝望：“You love her! You are lovers!你们出去过了两天honeymoon！” 王沐天好像做了亏心事一般面红耳赤，半天才想起来反驳：“国难当头，你还会有这种猜想！无聊！你不脸红吗？” 洪望梅冷冷地说：“国难当头，上海还不是到处有人摆喜酒，结婚生孩子。国难当头，别的事情插不进来，只有谈恋爱可以插进来！” 王沐天心虚，表面上却很装腔作势，口里骂着洪望梅俗气小市民，转身要走。他这一生气，洪望梅倒是看出了一线希望，有些不确定自己的判断了，赶忙伸手拖住他：“我们两人一直那么要好，就因为来了这个桑霞！她会抗日，我不会吗？我跟你讲过好多次了，只要你做的，我就跟你一道做！你抗日，我就抗日！你革命，我就革命！” “抗日是我的事吗？是我做的一桩买卖，是我开的一家店铺，可以雇你来抗日，聘用你来革命，对吧？你的觉悟比管妈、老罗还要低！你知道什么是抗日吗？我告诉你，喏……”王沐天说着用手比划起来，“日本鬼子就这么近，近得连他们身上的汗味都闻得到……他们的枪口就这样对着你，炸弹就扔到你脚边来爆炸；你的上级、战友就在你身边倒下，流血牺牲！小姐，革命不像小说里写的那样！” 洪望梅委屈地说：“桑霞能革命，我就不可以革命吗？” 王沐天冷笑：“你……你要是去革命，我回来帮老罗剥葱拉倒。” 洪望梅大叫：“你侮辱我！”说着说着眼里涌出豆大的泪珠来。 王沐天心软了，任她拉住他的胳膊，慢慢回到自己的藤椅上，坐下。 洪望梅抽抽搭搭地说：“反正你过去对我不是这样的，就是从新加坡来了个桑霞弄的！你是个懦夫！喜欢一个女人，跟一个女人幽会，为什么不敢承认？” 王沐天又烦躁起来：“可是我们没有幽会！哎呀，我跟你讲不清楚了！要不是我们有纪律，我就会告诉你，我们到底干什么了！” “你不用告诉我。”洪望梅痴痴地看着他，含泪的两眼如同两汪清水，“要是你没有跟桑霞谈恋爱，你就……”她吞咽了后半句话，狠狠地瞪着他。 王沐天急于表现自己的清白：“就怎么样？你要我怎么样都行！” “就跟我证明！” “怎么跟你证明？” “亲我一下，我就相信你！” “啊？”王沐天这下为难了，“我……我真的……” 洪望梅失望至极：“不敢证明吧？” 王沐天狠了一下心，把脸凑过去，吧唧亲了洪望梅一口。洪望梅马上雨过天晴，趁机抱住他的脖子，把脸埋在他颈窝里。他傻眼了，欲挣扎又不敢，僵硬着身体，半天不动。 洪望梅侧脸看着王沐天，一下子吓住了。王沐天两眼含着眼泪，好像被她欺负了似的，大惑不解：“沐天，你怎么了？” 王沐天一脸的悲愤：“上海之外，就是战场，时不时死人……一个好好的人，为了掩护我，死了，连尸体我们都没看见……你还问得出这么轻浮、无聊的事……” 站在楼上小客厅的孙碧凝看到王沐天这一幕，赶紧悄悄退到小客厅门外，假装无事地叫起来：“望梅！小妹！你过来一下！” 洪望梅从藤椅上跳起，转向王沐天：“下次去抗日，记住叫我一道去。再瞒着我，我们一生一世不要再来往！”说完，跑进了小客厅。 王沐天释然地长出一口气，任眼泪流下来，又愤愤地用拳头把眼泪擦掉。他的眼泪是真的，只是所托非人。 他看到从浴室出来的桑霞出现在楼下的院子，弯着腰，用一条毛巾甩着头发上的水，苗条的身体由于弓腰而形成完美的两弯弧度。这么美的人，这么青春的身体，在昨夜的战斗里，如果遭遇不测……他不敢再想下去。 三伯伯从大门口走过来，埋头梳头的桑霞抬起头冲三伯伯打招呼，三伯伯看到她，愣了一下，突然伸出一根手指指着桑霞，脸上浮起长辈的微笑来：“你啊！你和阿沐把我们都急死了！” 桑霞面带歉意的微笑：“我跟娘娘赔了礼，这里也跟您赔礼。” 三伯伯打了个哈哈：“你娘娘倒不如我担心，说阿沐跟小霞在一起，不会出大差错的。不过，我是两天没有吃好饭，两夜没有睡安稳。我要跟法国巡捕房的法尔福上校打电话，玉琼叫我再等等……” 两人边说边往房子里走。三伯伯叹息着，似乎是在提醒：“上海租界的太平就是一层脂粉，不仅经不住一点风吹雨打，还带有那么一点无耻。租界外的上海人，有一点钱，就往租界里搬，租界的商业利润，比打仗之前还高得多。离开租界一点，就连粉饰的太平都没有了，处处危险。所以你们以后最好不要轻易离开租界……” 来到楼下大客厅门口，桑霞推开门，做了个邀请的姿势：“我们不是没事到租界外闲逛的，三伯伯一定猜到这点了。” 三伯伯走进大厅，看到客厅里的一些家具被整理和重新布局过，一些不常用的东西堆放在一个角落里，空间顿时显得宽敞许多：“真难为你，把这里收拾得这么整洁。” “总是要收拾的。” “收拾得像个新地方。说起来奇怪，一般人要收拾这个家的东西，玉琼她是不肯的。” 桑霞边梳头边坐下来：“我不是想给娘娘收拾东西，就是想打扫一下，打扫干净了，就可以看到这房子原来的样子，打扫的时候就顺便归拢了一下。我就是这么个人，心里闷了，积攒一大堆事情要考虑了，就会找事情做。打扫啊，收拾东西啊，都能让我转移注意力，不去想不开心的事。” “什么事让你不开心？”三伯伯要从桑霞的眼里发现秘密。 桑霞神色黯淡下来：“我眼看着一个同志牺牲了。我第一次那么近地看着日本鬼子杀人，何况杀的是一个好同志。” 三伯伯的目光马上变得冷硬：“就是这两天？”他早猜到，这两天王沐天跟着桑霞不会有什么好事。 “前天夜里。” 三伯伯冷冷地看着桑霞，素来慢悠悠的平静突然破裂：“你这个女共产党！你钻进王家来，冒名顶替，妖道惑人，唆使王家的孩子去走邪路，还带他去冒生命危险！” 桑霞没有料到三伯伯反应如此激烈，心下震惊，表面上却依旧保持着镇定：“阿沐要走什么路，正路也好，邪路也好，唆使是没用的……” 三伯伯打断桑霞：“闭嘴！听我说完！我这一辈子没有家室，没有子女，把王家的子女看得比自己的命还重，我不能睁着眼看你葬送阿沐！现在请你站起来，跟我走。” 桑霞还是第一次见三伯伯如此激动：“去哪里？” “我早就想跟你谈一次话了。你以为我会让你在这个家里一直蒙混？找个地方，我们俩之间先把话讲清楚，之后再决定拿你怎么办。你放心，我会让你体体面面地下台阶的。”三伯伯说着便头也不回走到门口站住。 是到了真正摊牌的时候了，桑霞也不再回避：“好啊，本来我请三伯伯进来，就是想跟您好好谈谈的。” 王沐天从楼上下来，察觉到二人间的气场有些古怪，强笑一下：“三伯伯好。” 三伯伯不冷不热地说：“我好，只要你回来，我和你妈就好得不能再好了。” 洪望楠像个局外人，甚至连局外人都不是，他只是一团透明的空气。只不过两天没见，王多颖便似乎成了另外一个人，见到他之后，没有欣喜和激动，甚至没有一句问候，只是惊慌失措地在房间四处寻找，她最终没有找到她想找的，更加惊慌，快步走出门口，冲向马路。 洪望楠看着王多颖穿过马路。她东张西望，对来往车辆漠不关心。或者，对整个世界她都漠不关心。 她走进一间咖啡简餐馆——那家咖啡馆正是桑霞和洪望楠吃过早餐的店铺。她恍惚地走进去，目光扫过一桌桌陌生人，又恍惚地退出去，恍惚地返回到塞纳公寓。她似乎还是没发现洪望楠，只是焦急地向门卫打探消息。 “请问，你有没有看见一个先生，中等个子，二十五六岁，胡子拉碴，穿一件淡蓝衬衫、灰色裤子从公寓里出去……要么就是一个矮个子中年男人把他带走的？” 哦，洪望楠明白了，她在找贺晓辉。他开始感到妒忌，因为她好像从未如此在乎过自己。 门卫记忆力不错，告诉她，她说的这位先生是跟一个很年轻的先生一道走的。 她像是迷失了自己，木立在门口，徒劳地寻找出口。洪望楠走上前，轻轻拍拍她的肩膀：“可能他们有急事，来不及跟你告别就走了。他们这种人，都是来无影去无踪，又缺乏点礼节教养……” 她猛然一惊，转过身，双眼充满悲伤，她似乎这才注意到洪望楠的存在，呆呆地说：“望楠，对不起，我把他弄丢了。” 洪望楠轻声说：“你没有对不起我。”他伸出手来，拉起她的手，她跟着他一起走进电梯。 电梯里，洪望楠紧紧拥抱她，她不自觉地反抗了一下，才被动地靠在他的肩上。洪望楠轻轻地亲吻她，每一吻都像一记叩问，最后他的嘴唇落在她的唇上，她又是情不自禁地躲闪了一下，再次被动地接受他。 洪望楠似乎找到了答案，他放开她，走到窗前，看着楼下的院落：“贺晓辉不告而别，伤了你的心了？” 她没听出他的伤心：“今天季家鸣来过，盘查我半天，又里里外外地搜查了一遍，幸亏贺晓辉藏起来了，没给他搜出来。后来我出去了一个多小时，是去……” 洪望楠不耐烦地打断她：“买药。我知道你去买药，买力道更大的止疼药。” 她终于意识到洪望楠的不悦：“我回来一看到他人没了，马上想到的是季家鸣，我怕他把老贺抓走……” 洪望楠更加粗暴地吼道：“季家鸣抓他干什么？现在是国共合作时期！贺晓辉也知道我在为国民党政府做事，他跟我倒不分国共啊，住到我这里，跟我的未婚妻谈恋爱！” 她歇斯底里叫了起来：“胡说！他跟我之间谈的就是打仗、游击队的生活，谈新四军里的艺术家、音乐家、《游击队之歌》……” 她忽然推开浴室的门，冲了进去，把浴室门紧紧关上，似乎这样才能证明她与世隔绝的清白。 但是洪望楠趴在浴室的门上，并不打算放过她：“他跟你讲打仗是吧？打的都是谁？是我服务的国民政府！他革命就是要革这个政府的命，最后由他们坐上政府的交椅。他还跟你谈打倒土豪劣绅了吧？你的祖父就是有名的豪绅，所以他的革命最终会革你家的命，革你的命！因为你是豪绅家的小姐！你以为他们想建立的乌托邦有你的份儿？不要搞错了！” 里面一点声音也没有。洪望楠有些恐慌，使劲敲起门来。他握住门把，左右拧动，然后拼命摇撼着。 门却轻轻地打开了，她轻轻走出来，无辜无助地看着他，眼泪渐渐在她眼里聚起，慢慢流出来。洪望楠猜不透这眼泪的意义。 她从他身边绕过去，走到餐桌边，拿起自己的小包。她要回家了。 电话铃突兀地响起来。 洪望楠看着她：“你接吧。我是偷偷跑回来的，不能让任何人知道。” 贺晓辉的电话，跟她告别。贺晓辉说：“对不起，我不能跟你多说。你要多保重，跟洪望楠好好生活。说不定，战争结束了，我还会回到上海来，还能见到你。所以，你一定要保重。再见。” 她的手从挂下的话筒上慢慢地、似乎不舍地抬起来。洪望楠看见她的肩背微微地抽动起来，越抽动越厉害，她在哭泣。 “你到底怎么了？你俩之间到底发生什么事了？” 她猛烈地摇摇头。 “告诉我，我比你大得多，经历也比你多多了，告诉我实话，你们到底怎么了……” 她喊叫起来：“什么也没有……我不要你把他想得那么下作！”她又蹲下来，缩在墙根，“都是……都是我不好……” 洪望楠再也忍不住，他需要一个明确的答案：“你爱上他了？” 她吓了一大跳似的抬头，脸上全是泪水，静静看着洪望楠，哽咽也被吓得停住了。 洪望楠蹲下来，晃了晃她的肩膀：“是不是？” 她惭愧地，却也是痛快地点点头。哭泣这才真正决堤，她扑在洪望楠肩上痛哭起来。