Chapter 16 Part II.1.1

1 The result was so different from the original idea. 2 On that late autumn night, Wu Wei sat on the threshold of the Danyang Guanshan Gate in Linggu Village, following the lights nailed on the heavy and dark plateau, such as commas, periods, commas, exclamation points, and dashes, nine tunes When she started her reading of Yuan on the 18th bend, Hu Bingchen was in a depression in the Dabie Mountains, throwing a stream of filthy water that had been in the bladder for a long time into the torrential rain. Although he had an American-made carbine on his back waist, he still lost no time in admiring this light-weight gun that could fire repeatedly but was rare.At that time, the best gun in the army was made in Japan, and whoever captured it had to hand it over to the commander. It is conceivable that the owner of this carbine was unusual.

In the autumn of 1947, Hu Bingchen threw this dish out of his bladder in the night of the Dabie Mountains. Compared with ten years ago when he ate noodles at the small railway station in Linggu Village, Hu Bingchen had changed a lot. His face can be searched for a lot of clues for deliberation. But Hu Bingchen is Hu Bingchen after all, and at this moment he still has the leisure to decorate his parabola to perfection, trying to make it appear majestic.A trembling, fragile light came from behind Hu Bingchen, vaguely shining on the parabola in the rain, and he thought that the arc really lived up to expectations.His eyes flicked over the pipe that threw the parabola again and again, with a look of "looking at the sword with the light on while drunk", he almost praised the pipe: "Good sword! Good sword!"

It is a pity that the deliberately managed parabola gradually lost its sanity in the dark night. It had no master, could not touch the east, west, north, and west, and fell silently into the depths of the night. The night has been unfolding since the beginning of the world. The old face that I couldn't play through, let out a smirk. The mountain wind that comes and goes suddenly is like a shift in a symphony, teasing two men who are competing in the dark night. The mountains looming after the night rain stared gloomyly at these two men who were trying to be a hero in its territory. Hu Bingchen's parabola finally came to the end, he shook his "good sword" reluctantly, made a closing gesture and hung it down.This "good sword" should have been kept in the cloth pocket called a fig leaf by Chinese people, but at this time it can only be hung down because Hu Bingchen has been stripped naked.

Once upon a time, Hu Bingchen was still embarrassed by the news of eating noodles at the small train station in Linghu Village, but now he is naked under the gaze of another man, calmly and grandly handling such a private matter!Opening his mouth, he can say "fuck" or "fuck me" in a chic way, and he has long since broken away from the shackles of civilization and moved closer to straightforward expression. It seems that Hu Bingchen has entered the melting pot of revolution. But he is holding that The last few shakes of the handle of the "good sword" revealed deep disdain even without realizing it.

Hu Bingchen's aesthetic requirements for that parabola are not unrelated to the carbine that is firmly on his lower back. The warrior Zhao Dachui no longer had to stand against Hu Bingchen so hard, but there was a deep, inexplicable hatred at work. This hatred stems from an accident. Soldier Zhao Dachui was still in the position of squad leader not long ago, but he was recently reduced to a soldier.Not long before Hu Bingchen's arrival, the central government sent an intelligence agent, who was guarded by Zhao Dachui while waiting for the screening.Zhao Dachui took the initiative in everything, and added another round of interrogation besides the guards. Without further ado, he would hang up and beat him to death.

Veteran intelligence and traffic officers wisely broke into the Kuomintang's siege and intercepted them all the way, and turned the danger into safety, but they didn't expect to overturn the boat in the small river ditch of their own family.Helplessly and angrily, he said to Zhao Dahammer: "You will be politically responsible for treating the intelligence personnel sent by the central government like this!" Evidence?" 'Of course there is. "Information Traffic opened the edge of the sleeve, and pulled out a small piece of paper from the hem. Zhao Dachui took it and saw that it was just a white board. The self-important Zhao Dachui was furious, "You bastard, how dare you take a piece of white paper to scare me."

The intelligence traffic kept shouting: "You can't tear it, you can't tear it, you can see the words after roasting it on the fire!" Zhao Dachui had participated in the revolution for several years, and he felt that his knowledge was already good, and the threat of "you will be politically responsible for treating the intelligence personnel sent by the central government in the future" also inspired him to try it out. He said with a smile: "You Do you think I don’t understand? The words are all written, where did you hear that they were baked?” What is meant by "a scholar meets a soldier, and there is no reason to explain it"?This is the most authoritative explanation.

What is this guy who is delusional about getting away with a piece of paper if he is not a spy?Squad leader Zhao Dachui didn't even stand up, just sat there and shot backhand; the veteran intelligence traffic officer's head was blown. It wasn't until the higher authorities questioned him that the outstanding squad leader Zhao Dazhui had no choice but to resign as a soldier, and the information with the confidentiality level of "three chicken feathers" disappeared without a trace. Zhao Dahui, who had been reduced to a soldier, was puzzled. What's so great about those people running around with a small note the size of a finger belly?How can you drink five and six?Why is the level higher than him, so that he respects him like a god?

Since then, Zhao Dachui has tied a knot in his heart.It is conceivable that if the soldier Zhao Dazhui did not die unexpectedly in the future but sat on the throne, how would he treat the poor-faced scholars in the future waves of political movements. Hu Bingchen made a mistake that most urbanites or intellectuals often make. He underestimated the IQ of Zhao Dahammer and interpreted their superficial dullness as dullness.For example, at this time, the warlord Zhao Dahui felt Hu Bingchen's provocation exactly.Standing behind Hu Bingchen, he kept squinting at the "good sword" that Hu Bingchen was so proud of, and smiled contemptuously. Is that considered a man's thing? !Such a "Wu Dalang", who is no longer than two inches long and shrinks his head, dares to compete in front of his "Ximen Qing"?

Zhao Dachui has never read paper media, but he has been familiar with the basic drills between men and women from operas, especially local operas. He has to wait for more than 20 years to be in charge of which plays can be staged and which plays cannot be staged. will appear. It's really insignificant to say that Zhao Dazhui's contempt, hostility, and disdain for Hu Bingchen are not completely as profound as the theoretical analysis. The gun stuck on Hu Bingchen's back became even more vigorous.Not to mention the two comrades-in-arms in the revolutionary team on the Dabie Mountains at that time, I believe that at the same time, there were many prospective men in all corners of the world who were competing for the range of this parabola.When they grow into a man, regardless of skin color, nationality, nationality, occupation, education... They will compare each other's advantages and disadvantages, and use this method to prove their great manly character.

Especially Chinese people will use this to determine their future prospects, such as pointing the country, sweeping everything, and conquering women's various potentials, which are closely related to its size, that is, size and model.And he decided that even if he competed from all over the world, he would still be that nunmerone.Their blindness and arrogance are undoubtedly revealed in their narcissism about this pipe.And the group leader's involuntary respect or flattery towards Hu Bingchen inevitably prevented Zhao Dazhui from recalling the resigned position of squad leader. Hu Bingchen was quite different from the intellectuals around Zhao Dahammer.How different it was, Zhao Dazhui couldn't tell clearly, anyway, he felt that the intellectuals around him were not much different from him in essence, but when he came to Hu Bingchen, he became a different type who could never pee in a pot.Don't look at "coming together" now, but Zhao Dahui's intuition told him that it was only temporary. Zhao Dahammer's IQ is definitely higher than Hu Bingchen's. For example, Hu Bingchen didn't realize it until almost the end of his life. Zhao Dahammer, who has a very high IQ, is not unconventional. For example, after Wu Wei became famous, she once traveled around the world and met a consortium boss. They argued about whether human beings have a common dream. She felt that the standard of "common" was difficult to confirm uniformly. The boss of the consortium said: "There is always a general agreement, right? For example, rich." She rolled her eyes and said to the boss: "What is being rich?" It was only because of politeness that she didn't say the following words-do you think being as rich as you is being rich?She restrained herself and put it another way: "For me, a middle-of-the-road life is enough. If I had to choose, I would rather live in a room or zimmer (German for room) than in a five-star hotel when traveling; I would rather live in a basement on Fifth Avenue in New York than in a house above it. Why own a Cadillac when there is convenient public transportation? Why hire a couturier (professional clothing designer) as long as there are good clothes in the store? )? Not to mention that you don’t have to go to the Champs Elysees for three meals a day, or you’d rather starve to death..." After saying these words, she also immediately changed from a woman who makes men very interested, to a monster that men fear to avoid. . She didn't feel this kind of conversion. When she went home and thought about it, she found that this situation happened again and again, but she didn't understand the crux of this conversion.If it were Zhao Dahammer, he would definitely not be like Wu Wei, who would rather live in the basement of Fifth Avenue in New York than give up the mansion above the basement. Wu Wei is either pretending to be stupid, or being coquettish. Like all normal people, Zhao Dahui wanted to live a good life. As for how to live a good life, he didn't have many whimsical ideas at first, it was nothing more than having a lot of money and a lot of women. Fantastic ideas about good days are getting richer day by day. After Zhao Dahammer took a shot, the first thing he felt was awe.In fact, what makes people awe-inspiring is not a certain "person". People are not much different from people.What makes people awe-inspiring is the money, or the gun, or the power, or the ability in people's hands... Although he was punished for using the gun improperly, it could not damage his worship of the gun.The gun is not only his totem, but also the totem of many big men.In the years to come, gun barrels will definitely play an increasing role. To be honest, his dismissal was also related to women. ．But women's affairs are not all his responsibility.That night he borrowed a big basin from the landlord to take a bath. The landlord, a widow in her forties, offered to him, "Let me rub your back." After rubbing your back, what other results can there be? The next day when the troops moved to another village, Zhao Dachui thought of the widow who was rubbing her back, and felt a little unsatisfied, so he just touched it back at night.The gate was already closed, and it was not easy to knock on the door with great fanfare, so I had to climb over the wall and enter.The yard was dark, and he entered his wife's house with his eyes darkened, so he had no choice but to kill her by mistake; he went to find the widow again, and entered the girl's door by mistake... When he returned to the team, he was discovered by the leader, and the gun barrel was used improperly, so he had no choice but to kill her. Resigned from his position as squad leader.If you have to ask the soldier Zhao Dahammer what he doesn't understand about the revolution, it is that he still can't understand, what kind of principle is it to sleep with a woman?Can this kind of thing be counted as a reason for punishment? From the widow's mother down, daughter-in-law, girl, ask all the women in the family, which one is not happy after being fucked by him?Who doesn't treasure his invincible object! 3 Hu Bingchen turned around and gave a strange smile to the soldier Zhao Dahammer. This smile is definitely not admiration. For a long time, Hu Bingchen has never had such a suitable opportunity to show such a smile.Then he glanced again at the carbine that had just been stuck in his lower back and was now aimed at his head. The gun is a good gun, and the gunman Zhao Dahammer is even more outstanding. The tall and straight is nothing. The rare thing is that there are no two lumps of meat on the cheekbones that are unique to the Mongolian race.Those two skinny shaved cheeks not only added to Zhao Dahui's sassy look, but also showed a tendency to be decisive. Neither Hu Bingchen nor Zhao Dahammer himself expected Zhao Dahammer's end in nearly two years. At the great historical moment of "Zhongshan was turned green by the wind and rain, and a million soldiers crossed the great river", the ferry boat of soldier Zhao Dazhui was blown up by the Kuomintang bombs, and all the comrades on board died.He couldn't swim, but he grabbed a boat plank, swam across the Yangtze River with pedals and kicks, and seized a firepower point of the enemy alone, clearing the way for the follow-up troops to attack. He deservedly became a fighter in the battle of crossing the river. hero. If Zhao Dachui hadn't seized the enemy's important firepower point alone, how would the red arrow on the left side of the military map go?People cannot estimate how much Zhao Dahammer contributed to the straight direction of the red arrow, but it can be said that he made a certain guarantee for the straight direction of the red arrow. It wasn't until the end of the battle that Zhao Dazhui found out that his buttocks had been sliced ​​off by shells, his two jaws were wide open, and his knees were worn white and the bones were exposed.He didn't take credit for his pride, but he was happy for a while when he resumed his position as squad leader.Strange to say, compared with the military medal awarded to him, he was more happy that the squad leader was restored. In many film and television films in the future, the classic scenes of PLA soldiers seizing the enemy's firepower or taking down the enemy's bunkers have been reproduced countless times.I don't know if people, while enjoying those movies and TV shows and being moved by them, will know that there is a soldier named Zhao Dahammer who fought so bravely for the liberation of the Chinese people back then? Zhao Dachui did not sacrifice himself in the arduous battles of liberating Nanjing and Shanghai. On the contrary, he entered Shanghai with the People's Liberation Army, and was fortunate to receive a reward of one catty of pork from the East China Bureau of the Communist Party of China to all the commanders and fighters who participated in the liberation of Shanghai.And those more than 7,000 commanders and fighters who died at the gate of Shanghai to liberate Shanghai didn't even eat this catty of pork. Zhao Dahui, who is stationed in Shanghai, tasted Shanghai known as the "Little Paris of the Orient" for the first time in his life, and those charming Shanghai women.Don't make irresponsible remarks to the warlord Zhao Dahammer. Even Hu Bingchen, who has been boiled three times in water, burned three times in fire, and washed in blood three times, and has neither the proletariat nor the bourgeoisie, will still be as good as he is once he returns to Shanghai. Heart moved. When a lady from the street welcome team came forward and hung a big red flower on the muzzle of Zhao Dachui's gun, although he kept his eyes on and continued walking, he still felt (rather than saw) her extreme pain. Under the sleeves of the short cheongsam, the armpit hair that is springing up.The cheongsam fits very well, and the unevenness outlines the incomparable twists and turns of a country woman. It is a scenery that Zhao Dahui, who is from the countryside, cannot imagine. Cheongsam rewrote the chapter of Zhao Dahammer and women.Not to mention Miss Xianhua's panting from excitement and running.Zhao Dachui was quite familiar with women's panting. He remembered the days when he was at ease in the countryside, and those women who were confused by him and only wanted to hate him.Only then did Zhao Dahammer realize that his understanding of revolution in the past was somewhat superficial.If there is no revolution, even if we can meet Shanghai someday, we will never be able to enter the internal organs of Shanghai.Only the revolution not only made him the blood that permeates every organ in Shanghai, but also made him the master of those organs. Zhao Dahammer's lofty ambition climbed along the tall buildings piercing the clouds.Without hesitation and without hesitation, he erased the land where he was born and grew up from his life history, and he will never go back to the countryside again.A few days later, on a snowy night, when the maid Ah Xiang saw Zhao Dahui and his group of soldiers sleeping on the ground in the heavy snow outside the fence gate, she strongly invited them to take shelter under the porch.Squad leader Zhao Dahui didn't refuse, and in fact he shouldn't.Why is it necessary to spend a whole night or even two nights in the snow?Why is there any need to refuse Ah Xiang's kind invitation?Ah Xiang boiled ginger soup for Zhao Dachui and his group of soldiers.As the class monitor, Zhao Dahui always had to come to the kitchen to say a few words of thanks to Axiang.After everything was ready, Ah Xiang went back to the servant's room knowingly. Zhao Dachui had to go through the living room and enter the kitchen from time to time because he had to boil and refill water for the soldiers in his class. The floor was littered with sundries that the fugitive owner hadn't taken away, and accidentally kicked a metal vessel or stepped on a dress. Why didn't the left-behind maid, Ah Xiang, pick it up?Maybe she just set herself free. After the soldiers fell asleep, Zhao Dachui put everyone's used bowls into the kitchen. At this moment, he kicked an object; looking down, it was a brocade box lying on the cherry wood floor, and there was a wrapped tree in the box. Ginseng in silk. Zhao Dachui knew little about ginseng, and he didn't know the real price of a wild ginseng. He only heard a little about its longevity-prolonging effect.I also thought that this was discarded by people and reduced to the equivalent of garbage. No matter what it is, once it is thrown out as garbage, anyone can pick it up.And what a pity that a ginseng tree that can prolong life is thrown away as garbage, it can be said to be wasteful.In the case of being hungry and hungry for a long time, he picked up the ginseng tree, boiled it on the stove, and ate it together with the soup. He didn't want to eat it all by himself, when he finished cooking the ginseng, he looked at the soldiers under the corridor, and saw that they were all sleeping deeply, so he didn't wake them up.This battle was fought too hard. It can be seen that Zhao Dahui's attitude towards this ginseng tree is the same as his relationship with women.In terms of nature, Zhao Dachui is a romanticist. Even when he broke through three levels alone to seize the enemy's firepower, he didn't think so grandly, solemnly, and seriously.This kind of person is only suitable for an idle artist, but the director of history has assigned him such a serious role, making him a member of this disciplined team.Zhao Dachui soon became like a balloon filled with carbon dioxide.Fortunately, Axiang, the maid who stayed behind in the garden house, boiled a pot of carrot soup for him to drink, and then gradually released the gas in the swelling body.In this way, Zhao Dahammer, who was originally sleeping on the floor outside the building, slept on the kitchen floor. When Ah Xiang leaned over to see if he had recovered, her breasts grazed his chest intentionally or unintentionally.Zhao Dachui's big chest muscles touched the most alluring elasticity in the world, and at the same time smelled the fleshy fragrance of a woman.After the punishment, Zhao Dachui hadn't approached women for a long time, so he accumulated his saturated strength for the next opportunity.This state of being ready to go is like a galloping river during the flood season. Once it encounters ant holes, it will break out of the embankment and flow around.Zhao Dahui reached out and took the helpless Axiang into his arms... They rolled and thrashed on the kitchen floor, clamping each other face to face like two prawns, as if Axiang was picked out of a vegetable basket and placed on the table. The live fish on the chopping board, which was originally standing stiffly, suddenly made an explosive leap.The cabinets, stove, and vegetable cutting table in the corner were shaken by them, and they seemed to be more excited than the person involved, rattling and rattling.At this moment, these two hard-working people who are looking for a way out in the vast crowd, neither need to shed blood, nor rely on others to save them, let alone any theory, and no one hinders them to open up their own paradise in the form of self-help. Their enjoyment has nothing to do with the "bourgeois corruption" that is vigilant and turns pale. Axiang is neither a snake used by the bourgeoisie to corrupt the Communists into a beautiful woman, nor is it a hidden secret agent of the Kuomintang.A Xiang, a proletarian, contributed herself to the revolution out of her class feelings for the revolution.If nothing happened to Zhao Dahui, maybe he would talk about marriage with Axiang in the future?Maybe not.According to his fate at that time, the future should be great, just like the thick red arrow on the military map, maybe one day in the future, he will bring a cultural and art delegation to visit the real Paris. But his unimpeded red arrow suddenly turned a corner.A few days later, Zhao Dahammer, together with his whole class of soldiers, died tragically in a bank vault that was taken over.Zhao Dachui didn't know why he chose the place where the treasury was to set up camp that night, and ordered the whole squad of soldiers to camp in the treasury. When the soldiers closed the gate of the treasury, they didn't know that they would never be able to get out of the gate again, nor did they know that they, who were invincible and invincible on the battlefield, were unable to open the gate that seemed to weigh a few kilograms in the end. With surprise and satisfaction, they stroked the smooth and flat walls of the vault. After experiencing the fatigue of continuous combat and years of life without normal sleep, this big "house" with smooth and mirror-like walls, It was too pleasant for them to enjoy, so they lay down contentedly, and never got up again after lying down. It wasn't until the oxygen was exhausted little by little that I realized that this "house" with nothing to hide and nothing to hide was full of quiet murderous intent. No one knows how those soldiers who charged forward in the Battle of Huaihai and entered Shanghai with the People's Liberation Army victoriously scratched desperately on the smooth walls in the absolutely safe vault without gunpowder smoke, and no one heard their cries for help. voice.What kind of splendor and terror should that call be, reflected back to their eardrums by the copper wall and iron wall? Some people said that they gradually fell into a coma due to lack of oxygen, and did not show any special pain; others said that their military uniforms were torn into strips by themselves during the suffocation, and their skin colors were black and purple, which was horrible... I don't know who is responsible. Anyway, before the gate of the vault was lowered, no one did a final clearance of the vault, and no one did a necessary count of the people who entered and exited the vault that day. The fighters occupying the financial positions of the bourgeoisie did not see the relevant warnings posted on the walls, and even if they saw them, they might not understand the dangers of the warnings. And the old bankers who understood these warnings were driven out of the money double place. This magnificent city lifted a corner of the sheet covering its body to its new owner, revealing a little of the unfathomable scenery within.And no one told these new owners that there was too much to learn. Hu Bingchen was already a division chief of the Anti-Revolutionary Committee at this time. When he received this report of a counter-revolutionary case, he didn't know that Zhao Dahammer, who had a gun in his lower back on the Dabie Mountains, was among them. The absurdities that Hu Bingchen experienced are not small, including sending intelligence to the Taihang Mountains.However, he never expected that Zhao Dachui's group of people died so absurdly, and he decided that it was indeed a counter-revolutionary case, and arrested several suspects for this.Hu Bingchen is definitely not a "Left" opportunist. He can only say that because he has been in the harsh environment of underground work for a long time, he is too cautious about things and people.In the campaign to suppress counter-revolutionaries soon after, more than 200 suspects were arrested by Hu Bingchen. But what does his attitude towards Pan Hannian's case show? When Hu Bingchen learned from the work report of the second meeting of the first National People's Congress of the People's Republic of China, "Representatives Pan Hannian and Hu Feng, because evidence of their counter-revolutionary activities has been found, the Standing Committee of the Ninth According to the request of Chief Prosecutor Zhang Dingcheng of the Supreme People's Procuratorate at the meeting and the 16th meeting, they have been approved to be arrested and tried in accordance with the provisions of Article 37 of the Constitution. Hu Bingchen, who knew nothing about it, had no doubts or unease about this decision, and he had no sympathy for this leader who had repeatedly made outstanding achievements in the secret work of the Communist Party. The so-called miraculous work is to turn the tide in a difficult, complicated, dangerous, and urgent situation, turning decay into magic, darkness into light, and despair into possibility... Even if the Monkey King is in such a cramped situation of swords and swords, It's inevitable that mistakes will be inevitable if you deal with each other, let alone a mortal body?Didn't you say that "if you struggle, you will have to sacrifice", is a mistake a kind of sacrifice?Although Hu Bingchen heard that before the arrest of Pan Hannian, Comrade Chen Yi, whom he admired, went to Zhongnanhai to report directly to Mao Zedong and presented Pan Hannian's explanation of the relevant doubts, but Hu Bingchen believed that after reading Pan Hannian's explanation, Mao Zedong left a The imperial court approved this person as unreliable from now on. On the same day, Mao Zedong made another decision to arrest Pan Hannian immediately. From the quickness and decisiveness of this decision, Hu Bingchen judged that the background of this case was unusual. Since then, political movements have ignited across the land of China one after another like the fire of purgatory.The political lives of countless people, even their bodies, have been ruthlessly devoured by this purgatory fire, and they have been buried with round after round of political movements. In one after another of various political campaigns, Hu Bingchen, thanks to his extraordinary agility, wisdom, rigor, and perhaps luck, never got hurt, except for the "Cultural Revolution". Hu Bingchen, who has such a keen political sense, saw when and when did he start reviewing his decades of experience as a grand topic? This "review" is like the main theme of a piece of music, which appears repeatedly in each movement.Every time it appears, it is like the heavy blows knocking on the door of fate in the "Symphony of Destiny", repeatedly asking the doubts of a century. Perhaps because he himself was a part of the doubts, the review began with doubts, ended with doubts, and finally couldn't understand it. He was in a state of "continuous cutting and confusion" for a long time. There is no shortage of talents and geniuses in the Communist Party. There are mountains and seas of people who are more outstanding than Hu Bingchen, but there are not many people who have escaped many political misfortunes like him.From this point of view, it cannot be said that Hu Bingchen's "review" was ineffective. Although the case of Pan Hannian was finally rehabilitated decades later, Hu Bingchen still believed that he was right in arresting more than 200 suspects in the suppression of the counter-revolutionary movement, and said disapprovingly: "...Of course Pan Hannian is very capable and capable. Alas, there are so many unjust cases like this, and tens of thousands of people were implicated in the case of Hu Feng alone... But no matter what, Pan Hannian is still very right. I arrested more than 200 suspects during the anti-revolutionary campaign, and of course there were ' The Anti-Communist National Salvation Army and the "enemy workers" in the labor movement are not necessarily spies, but they refused to explain what activities they had, some continued to operate, and even refused to hand over their guns... As a result, the more than 200 people Let Pan Hannian be released, and the Shanghai Public Security Bureau is under his control. He is too trusting in people and too emotional, and the enemy does something for the Communist Party to leave a way for himself. There are cases, but we must treat it correctly. In the early days of Shanghai’s liberation Those who interrogate the spies are almost all the spies he retained. He thinks that the interrogation can be done to the point. In fact, in many cases, these people are covering up the spies who are being interrogated. These people can be used, but they must not let go. To them, to both use and monitor." Even at the end of the 20th century, when Hu Bingchen was preparing to compile his years of "review" into a book, he did not review this legendary figure and his life experiences... 4 Compared to the veteran intelligence trafficker who was shot down by Zhao Dachui, Hu Bingchen can be said to be extremely lucky.What he encountered at Zhao Dachui was nothing more than a carbine sticking to his back. The punishment didn't dampen Zhao Dachu's enthusiasm for the interrogation work. He carefully searched Hu Bingchen, including the clothes that were taken from Hu Bingchen.Nothing was found except a pack of cigarettes, a few silver dollars, and some gold-dollar coupons.A smile between cold and playful appeared on Zhao Dachui's face, he turned his head, and looked at Hu Bingchen who was stripped naked like a painter appreciating a play of himself that was not serious. Don't even look at who you're playing with!Hu Bingchen laughed and said: "Xiao Zhao, have you finished checking? You are useless. Bring me my cigarette box and let me tell you." Zhao Dahui brought the cigarette box, and Hu Bingchen slowly searched for it He took out a cigarette, peeled it open, and shook out the shredded tobacco. There was actually a thin paper roll inside; and then carefully unfolded the thin paper roll, on which were densely written information with extremely thin pencils.Hu Bingchen raised his head and said to Zhao Dachui: "See, there are sixty pieces of information on it, which are the station and number of the Kuomintang troops. In order to distinguish it from other cigarettes, I tied a small one on this cigarette. hole. Besides, the larger, more important situation, is all in my head." It was only then that Zhao Dahui thought that there might be some grounds for the saying "you can bake characters once you bake them". "There is one more thing...you bring the sock you checked just now." Hu Bingchen let out a showy smile, and pulled out a gold ring from the side of the sock as if by magic.Zhao Dahammer stroked the pair of socks from top to bottom several times, but he couldn't touch the gold ring. Zhao Dachui felt that Hu Bingchen had tricked him enough, he turned around dumbly, and then his eyes flashed... Hu Bingchen's shoes haven't been searched yet!He looked at the shoes more seriously, and seemed to have found important clues on the soles: "You said that you walked for two or three days, and it rained so much just now. How come the soles of the shoes aren't wet at all?" "The soles of these shoes are made of leather, so they will dry after a while in the house." It could have been over, but Zhao Dachui couldn't tell whether it was teasing or looking for a gap, no up or down, no big or small, no Inspired by the elders, even Hu Bingchen, who is as deep as Hu Bingchen, inevitably became frivolous, and said sarcastically, "Don't you know that leather is not very absorbent?" , and clubbed hard on Hu Bingchen's lower back. Hu Bingchen went on to say: "You still have to bring a piece of paper, I have to quickly write down the information in my head." At this time, Zhao Dachui felt that Hu Bingchen was giving orders. After Hu Bingchen wrote down the information stored in his head on paper, he sternly said to Zhao Dachui: "This military information is very time-dependent, and it is meaningless if it is out of date. You have to send it to the higher authority as soon as possible." According to the past, all the information only needs to be kept in the mind, and Hu Bingchen's memory is amazing.In 1943, he sent a pistol to a certain county by himself by boat.It was a very dangerous route. The entire route was occupied by KMT secret agents, and no one with their own connections could take over, and there was no other route to follow. As soon as he got on the boat, there was a man dressed as a farmer with an alarm clock sitting opposite him. Hu Bingchen felt that he had seen him somewhere at a glance.Where exactly?I can't tell for a while.Due to work needs, Hu Bingchen has been in and out of gathering places for various people. Key members of the Kuomintang, celebrities, financial families, businessmen, liars, public or underground Communist Party members, progressives... all gathered in Chongqing at this time.But on what occasion can we meet someone like the person opposite... probably in a teahouse.Hu Bingchen remembered that it was in a teahouse—what kind of place is a teahouse?A place of mixed colors.Or enjoying themselves, or buying and selling business, or talking about matchmaking... The teahouse is the living room of all citizens, and of course it is also the place and meeting place for underground work to collect information on the road.Hu Bingchen was waiting there to meet with a less important relationship.He moved the bamboo chair from time to time and changed the direction of the chair so as to observe the situation in different directions. Amidst the noise of the Longmen Formation, a sound of "boiling water boiled up!" suddenly rushed into the eardrum.He glanced up from the newspaper and saw a tea waiter in his thirties with a towel on his shoulders and an apron around his waist. And the tea table and tea chair came in front of him, Gao raised the copper pot to refill water into his teacup, but the line of boiling water did not shoot right into his teacup. take it. Possibly a fake tea waiter.Hu Bingchen did not carry any documents with him, and his contacts did not know his ins and outs. Except for the superiors who contacted him one-way, no one knew his identity, so he was not very worried about his situation. He simply put down the newspaper in his hand, leaned back on the bamboo chair, picked up a piece of beef jerky, chewed it slowly, and looked at the tea waiter steadily. It can be seen that the tea waiter has no clear purpose, but is just casting a big net in that area. Hu Bingchen left the teahouse without hesitation, and before he left, the tea waiter still shouted courteously behind him: "Come back to sit again in the next day!" He concluded that the person opposite was the tea house, and believed that the tea waiter also recognized him.This time, both of them fell into each other's hands, but this is the territory of tea masters. The tea waiter followed him as soon as he got off the boat, and Hu Bingchen slipped into the corn field, twisting and turning, and after walking for a while, slipped and slipped out of the corn field again, and quickly turned his blue coat over. One by one, and then stand up the collar.Because the inside of the coat is white, after turning it over, it looks like another dress and another person from a distance.After walking a long way, looking back, the tea waiter was still looking around for the man in the blue coat. It had never occurred to him that he had risked so much just to deliver one pistol, seven or eight would have been all right.Why was that pistol so important?In Hu Bingchen's underground work career, he has come across so many things that seem so insignificant that he might have to lose his head for it. For example, on the eve of the liberation of Shanghai, the organization issued an urgent task. When I opened the secret document, it turned out that Mao Zedong's "Current Situation and Our Tasks" and "Carrying the Revolution Through to the End" were printed and distributed.Liberation is at hand, and is this one of the many urgent matters waiting to be resolved? 但他不能问一个为什么，地下工作的纪律就是这样，不让你知道的事你就不能知道，哪怕你为这个不知道的事情掉了脑袋，也还是一个不能知道。 到了暮年，不知完成多少艰险、包括诸如此类任务的胡秉宸，很少提起自己的丰功伟绩，即便吴为问起也是一笔带过，双目索然，满心怅然，“有什么可说的？当时很要紧的事回头一看，也就那么回事。没有，一样成立中华人民共和国。” 可是这一次送往大别山的情报之多、之重要，连胡秉宸这样的老交通也颇感责任重大，超乎寻常，担心只用脑子记忆会有差错。 除了细读强记那些情报之外，睿智如胡秉宸者，不过买了一包银行牌香烟，取出一支剥开，将卷烟纸摊平，用极细的铅笔将情报写在上面，再卷成极紧极紧的纸棍塞进另一支香烟，两头用烟丝填平补齐，然后在香烟上扎了一个小眼儿放回烟盒。万一遇到紧急情况，就把这支香烟点燃吸掉。 此外胡秉宸还带了一个金戒指，缝在棉线袜的边沿上，还有一些金圆券和几块“袁大头”。 不知智者胡秉宸想过没，有，真遇到所谓“紧急情况”，来不及吸掉这支香烟怎么办？用吸烟的办法把情报销毁岂非空谈？ 在二十世纪的诸多战事中，这种极其原始的办法居然被各路特工屡试不爽。相信各路特工对这等老旧手法也了如指掌，可不知为什么不能彼此破获，一任对方将情报一一送达。又不知智商高于常人的特工为何不思进取，因循守旧于这套路数几十年如一日。 不谈西方一个叫做巴登·鲍威尔的人。那种过于学者化的倾向，一八九O年以昆虫学家的身份为掩护，在巴尔干半岛上获取敌方重要情报，并将情报绘制在对蝴蝶的素描上，以蝴蝶脉纹和脉纹上的色块，表示各种不同武器的配置、数量及位置等等；即便对以农业大国著称的中国农民的智慧也没有充分挖掘。比如请哪位老大妈绣双袜底，那五颜六色的花式和针脚就大有文章可做；或是在衣衫边缘地带，用针线隔三差五缝出数目不同的针脚；或内衣上补块补丁，补丁上做出不同的针法……总之彼时彼地还停留在手工业时代，手工业时代是浪漫的时代，是产生故事的时代，没有手工业也就没有人情故事了。如果没有赵大锤对革命的“惟我独忠”，没有他对“烤一烤就能烤出字来”的怀疑，哪里还有资深交通情报人员被一枪撂倒的滑稽，或胡秉宸被剥得精光的尴尬以及两次情报的报废？ 对胡秉宸来说，大别山之行最主要的困难不是危险，而是没人知道情报送达的部队在何方，就连下达这一任务的上级机关也不知道。 即便知道，战争期间部队流动得也非常厉害，今天还在这里，等他到达时或许已经开拔。 每逢遇到难题，胡秉宸首先想到的是他那些四通八达的亲戚。 在他投身革命之后，那些亲戚也捎带着一同为他，也就是为革命，做起了大大小小的贡献，包括上海那位节外生枝、胡秉宸为之沉迷一时的表姐。 为配合这一次任务。泱泱胡家又为他准备了一个在铁路上工作的亲戚，因为工作关系，对各个地域的情况有些了解。胡秉宸果然从他那里得知，共产党部队大致活动在安徽、湖北、河南交界之处，“但是没有固定地区。”亲戚强调说。 胡秉宸将地图仔细研究，先从水路进入战区，下船之后将沿途所需证件全部销毁，只携带假身份证一个，取道当时的立煌县，直奔霍丘。 党内风云人物王明的老家就在立煌。过立煌时，辗转于漫漫险途，不知最后能否顺利完成任务的胡秉宸，还有闲想起刘邓大军初到这个地区时的情景。那时战事十分紧迫，邓小平还特意抽时间探望了王明的母亲，并给她老人家留下一些钱。党内围绕王明前前后后发生的事以及王明在延安时留给他的印象……这些念头一如水上涟漪，过而无痕，他还得往前赶路呢。直到二十多年后“大革文化命”的狂澜突起，邓小平在其中三落三起，胡秉宸才想起这逝水涟漪。 霍丘县城内有国民党驻军，胡秉宸只得从县城东面的东湖插过，直往南奔。 不巧淮河涨了大水，道路全被淹没，天地间灰茫茫的一片。胡秉宸穿一件长衫，走在水中时隐时现、羊肠般的田埂上，长衫下摆随风飘动，远远看过去，真像飘在水上的一缕孤魂。秋风在一片汪洋上推出一波又一波细浪，看久了，不但让人眼晕，脚下还会虚软。 眼晕腿虚的胡秉宸，最后不得不进入霍丘县南国民党战区。只有通过这个地区，才能到达解放军可能出没的叶家集。胡秉宸心知肚明地钻进了国民党的火力网，成为天地间的惟一猎物，硬着头皮在火力网的笼罩下向南猛走。 果然碰上一个老百姓叫做“小炮队”的国民党民团，后面只跟着一个穿军装的吊儿郎当的军官，从叶家集方向北来。 可能一天没有什么收获，好不容易碰上胡秉宸，马上把他当解放军侦察员抓了起来，根据就是胡秉宸身上那件长衫。那时的侦察员差不多都穿长衫，就像胡秉宸用香烟携带情报那样，长衫，也是一个老旧不思改进的道具。 两百多民团将他团团围住，大呼小叫地问：“干什么的？上哪儿去？”胡秉宸掏出假证件，那些人也不认识字，这个拿去装模作样看一下，那个拿去装模作样看一下，因为他非常镇定，也就不知拿他怎么办。腰上别着一支手枪的军官看到前面队伍乱乱糟糟，走上前来喝道：“干什么，干什么？好好走！” 散兵游勇们一听吆喝，就把证件还给胡秉宸，走了。军官优哉游哉地从胡秉宸身边晃荡过去，根本没有睬他，他就这样混了过去。 天将黑的时候，胡秉宸看见一个镇子。从立煌县出来到现在，他一口水也没喝过，一口东西也没吃过。本希望混进镇子找点果腹的东西，再打听打听附近的情况，可是镇口上有个两层楼高的碉堡，门口还站着国民党部队的岗哨。尽管口干舌燥、又饿又渴，他也不能进去，那些站岗的士兵一定会盘查他：你看亲戚？亲戚在哪儿？只好躲开大路拐进庄稼地，忍着饥渴闷着头，继续向南走，走，走。天完全黑下了来。黑得东南西北什么都看不见，黑得天空低垂，胡秉宸似乎就上顶着天、下撑着地。但他并不喜欢这种感觉，低头思量出路，发现脚下有条深而窄的地沟，只好先趴到这条沟里，天亮之后再想办法。 深秋的夜晚已有初冬的寒冷，只穿一件长衫的胡秉宸冻得咳个不停，明知身上什么也没有，还是全身上下摸索了一遍。终于摸到一条手帕，就把手帕捆在嘴上，咳声似乎小了一些。 真是饥寒交迫啊！ 连鬼都没有的旷野里不知从哪儿来了一只狗，在胡秉宸头上又嗅又叫。他不可能起身就逃，那它就会叫得更凶。如同人类某些生理甚至精神疾患的传染，一旦某只狗叫起来，附近的狗就都会跟着一起大叫。那样一来，非让国民党发现不可。或许医生们并不同意精神疾患的传染之说，但有无数病例可以证明精神疾患令人恐怖的传染性。 胡秉宸只好装死，那只狗倒不咬人，只是不停地叫，他和狗就这样对峙着。不论从哪方面来说，狗都是非常杰出的动物，可胡秉宸碰上的这只狗是个例外，不但比人还笨，坚持性也比不上人，叫了半个多小时，见他一直没有反应，以为是具死尸。作为一只狗，哪怕是一只不怎么杰出的狗，怎能向没有还手之力的死尸下手？只好败兴地跑开了。 刚消停一会儿，又听见有人说话。此时他的眼睛已完全适应了黑暗，扒着沟沿往外一看，有人抬着一口棺材朝他隐蔽的方向走来，而他隐蔽的这条沟横在一条小路当中，小路又是那些人的必经之途，他们会不会发现他呢？胡秉宸又不能起身就逃，那样一来他们就会发现他，并且喊叫起来惊动国民党，他只好听天由命，一动不动继续趴着。 幸好没有月亮，刚才怎么让他东南西北什么都看不见，现在也让这些抬棺材的人东南西北什么都看不见。他们没往沟下看就从他身上迈过去了，而他那时居然也一声不咳了…… 天亮之后，胡秉宸绕过镇子继续前行。傍晚时分迎面撞见一个人，穿件极旧的农民土蓝布长衫，两只手放在长衫前襟下慌慌张张走了过来，一看就是解放军的侦察员。来人老远就向胡秉宸喊道：“老乡，老乡，前面岗楼里有没有兵？”一口外乡口音。胡秉宸暗暗好笑，当兵的见人才会叫老乡，当地老百姓见人只会叫大哥。 他回答说：“有咽，一直在站岗。”虽然他们二人一个往北、一个往南地擦肩而过，却觉得身旁多了一个伴儿。三十多天后，胡秉宸竟然在迎面而来的行军队伍中看到了他。他们都认出了对方，彼此笑着打了个招呼。 碰见侦察员后，胡秉宸知道自己的部队不远了。 终于到了叶家集，有东西两条街，还有两个当铺、一个洗澡堂，算是有点规模的县城。叶家集其实还有不少可以提及的地方、人家，之所以提到当铺和洗澡堂，是因为这两处地方曾有不同寻常的事情发生。 彼时叶家集处于“拉锯”状态下，两次被解放军拿下。最为壮观的不是攻战城池的战斗，而是打了两家当铺的“土豪”之后，一把把钞票被解放军战土从楼上飘飘撤下，老百姓在当铺楼下抢拾钞票的情景，整个儿一个盛世“太平天国”景观再现。也就难怪当地老百姓并不十分反感“拉锯”状态，如果不“拉锯”，又何谈一而再地打“土豪”？可是“土豪”们也渐惭总结了经验，即便那把锯又拉到国民党一方，也不肯再在叶家集下力投资经营。 至于澡堂子，更是一处是非之地。某次打下叶家集的间歇，区委书记带领区长前来洗澡，国民党部队却突然闯人叶家集；洗澡人全部牺牲在澡堂子里，满池洗澡水顷刻之间成了血水。 不久以后，当胡秉宸重返叶家集与其他人来此洗澡时，就带着一个警卫班在澡堂外警戒。 据说牺牲的区长喜欢洗澡也喜欢荤段子，有那么一个段子常常被他提起，而且是亲见亲历。说的是有次来此洗澡，突听隔壁女人巧笑，他就扒着只有半截高的隔墙一看，原来两个女人把毛巾拧成条状放在胯下拉锯，拉高兴了就乐……胡秉宸当时有点冒失，又找不到老百姓探听县里情况，也许还因为过分饥饿，便从马路北的菜园子插进叶家集，上了街。 到了街上一看，全是国民党兵。队伍朝西，整装待发，也许时间还早，当官的还没出来。他特别注意到那些士兵吃得很饱，穿戴整齐。胡秉宸又是一个不能跑！那一来，他们还不知道他是共产党？只好一慢再慢，沉住气再沉住气，如同夹行在刀丛之中，在两列荷枪实弹的土兵中间向东走去，只要有一个人对哪个细节发生怀疑，马上就是刀起头落。幸亏路上都是士兵，而且就要出发，没人想在出发前给自己添乱。如果军官出来了，很可能对他这个穿着长衫，一大早就走在街上的人发生怀疑。当胡秉宸终于走出东街以为可以松口气的时候，突然从后面跑来个当兵的。肯定是来追他的，他想，只好在路边找块石头坐下以示从容，否则当兵的一枪就会把他撂那儿。当兵的却向站在街口的一头牛奔去，见胡秉宸在路边沉着地坐着也就没有理会，站在路上向东张望一会儿，就骑上牛归队了。 当兵的为什么向东张望？可能是查看路上的情况，这样说来，他们要往东走？胡秉宸赶紧起身，躲开公路就走，一直走到中午。 头夜在地沟里根本不曾入睡，又两天没吃没喝，明明是自己的肚子，此刻却变成他的仇敌，极其残酷地折磨着他，并不因为是他身上的一块血肉而手下留情。 从立足之地到地平线之间的留白，叙述着无边无涯、无头无绪，他就是大喊一声，怕是回声也得不到的。什么时候才能找到部队？……他是一步也挪不动了。 路旁有个两人深的大坑，胡秉宸想，幸好这一带老百姓爱挖坑。抬头看看，太阳不错，而他极需恢复体力，于是将一切困难暂抛脑后，跳下坑去倒头就睡。坠入睡梦之前，他松了一口气，迷迷糊糊地想，幸亏亲自来了，否则谁能应付沿途一个接一个的意外？ 醒来已是下午时分。 傍晚碰见一个三十多岁的老乡，提溜着一个油瓶朝南走。见那老乡穿得十分破旧，胡秉宸才喊道：“大哥，大哥，跟你商量个事，给你三十块金圆券，能不能带我找八路？” 老乡说：“钱我不要，你远点跟着就是了。” 胡秉宸就跟在三十多米之后，在山间小路上穿来穿去。来到一个岔路口，迎面就是山区，老乡说：“我要回家了。你从这条岔路再往东南走，走到有十几棵大树的地方就会看到一个镇子，那里就能找到八路。”。很容易就找到那个被大火烧了一半的镇子，有三个人守在镇口，一个坐着，一个在给另一个剃头。他们显然是部队派出的警戒，遇有情况这里一放枪，山里就知道了。 胡秉宸问他们：“这里有八路吗？” 他们指着往南的山路说：“刚走，往南。” 胡秉宸顺着山路紧迫。迫着追着突然下起大雨，他不敢懈怠，冒着大雨继续追，这才看到前面有两个背枪的人；其中一个正是赵大锤。 胡秉宸就“喂——喂——”大喊起来。 前面的人立刻回转身来，拿枪比着他说：“你上来，上来。” 两个背枪人虽然没有佩戴帽徽和番号，但一听那嘴山西口音，胡秉宸就知道是自己的部队，因为刘邓大军是六月份从北方南渡黄河过来的，而国民党驻守在这一带的大多是广西来的白崇禧部队。胡秉宸走过去，在相距十多米的地方站住。赵大锤问：“干什么的？” 胡秉宸回说：“我有急事，见了你们司令再说。” 赵大锤那时还不太明白，即便在革命队伍内，很多事情也得分着等级传达、汇报，继续追问道：“什么事？” 胡秉宸还是说：“见了你们的司令再说。” 他们只好押着胡秉宸往回走。不久来到一个百姓家，进屋就看到两个人在烤火，胡秉宸特别注意到烤火人的惬意，让饥饿至极、疲劳至极的他感到些许的刺目。战士赵大锤说：“报告团长，抓到一个身份不明的人。” 胡秉宸想，我是你们抓到的吗？随即也明白他撞上的至少是个团级单位，便自我介绍说：“上级有情报，让我送达刘邓司令部，你们得赶快把我转送上去。不过得先给我弄点儿吃的，我已经两天多没吃饭了。”团长马上让警卫员给胡秉宸煮了碗挂面，里面还卧了两个鸡蛋。 吃完面条，团长吩咐赵大锤带胡秉宸去休息，赵大锤把他带到了另一个房间。一进屋赵大锤就翻了脸，用枪杆子指着胡秉宸，说：“脱！” 胡秉宸只得脱个精光。 赵大锤拿着胡秉宸写下的情报就要到团长那里去汇报。胡秉宸又叫住他，说：“小赵，小赵，你得让我穿上衣服，不能让我老光着。” 他说：“好，穿上。”一会儿赵大锤就回来了，还是拿枪比着他，什么也不说，只管让胡秉宸睡觉。 胡秉宸累坏了，倒头就睡。 第二天胡秉宸才知道，这个所谓团级建制的部队根本没有电台！ 因为没有电台，不但情报无法发送，也无法请示、汇报以及甄别胡秉宸的身份，既不敢相信也不敢枪毙他，他只好跟着部队时东时西地行军，赵大锤照例端枪在后面押着。 已是深秋，晚上没盖的，身上没穿的，吃饭也没人管，基本上没有碗和筷子，偶尔在老乡家找到一个碗，就撅两根树枝当筷子。时间一天天过去，胡秉宸无时不焦心地想着，他带来的那些情报，每时每刻都在丧失着意义。可团里没人过问此事，更没有人考虑情报不能及时送达上级机关的后果。 不说他一路带送情报的艰难，单说地下工作同志历尽何等艰险，才得到一份如此重要的情报，他虽不详知也能想出大概，说不定有同志还为此牺牲了性命。 他很不愿意这样想又不得不这样想：这份重要的情报，说不定就得废在自己人的手里。 这一趟不知由多少人的心智甚至生命铺垫出来的大别山之行，岂不犹如儿戏！ 6 大别山之行最终以情报作废收尾，但胡秉宸再次单枪匹马、不怕牺牲、出色完成任务的能力，让上级领导刮目相看，上海解放前夕又被委以重任，前去领导地下武装。 胡秉宸租住了一处融合了姑苏民宅风格的西式小楼。除洗澡间为水磨石地面，其余房间皆为硬木地板，连澡盆和马桶都是美国进口货。那栋到了二十世纪末被房产商称作“连体别墅”的小楼，在结构、档次上很适合胡秉宸银行高级职员的公开身份，也很符合安全的需要。 一般大门不开，只从后门进出。后院是个小天井，天井左手为厕所。 一楼只有大客厅一间，壁炉从客厅直通三楼。楼梯拐角下是一个很大的厨房兼餐厅，宴请几个客人还算气派。 二三楼的楼梯拐角各有亭子间一个，三楼紧挨亭子间的三角地带，是供佣人使用的小洗手间。 三楼房子两间，大间可通阳台，阳台上有地下工作者经常用来通风报信的盆栽植物，那是与“香烟”、“长衫”一样经典的道具。如果情况突发、国民党特工前来抓人，如果时间来得及，那盆植物通常被推下阳台跌得粉碎或不翼而飞，前来联系工作的同志也就不会自投罗网，并可及时将情况汇报上级，或设法援救，或组织同志们隐蔽。小间在二楼洗澡间的上方，约六至八米，有窗临后门的小街。胡秉宸姨父的那栋花园洋房，距他这栋姑苏民宅风格的小楼不远，可他再也没有前去探望。是啊，什么都会过去，包括他曾经为之欲生欲死的情爱。这算不上是胡秉宸负情负义，生活之涛正是如此无情地淘尽千古风流。