The mediocre photographer depicts the blossoming of the flower buds and the thawing of the river, while the master of the art uses the change of color and the accurate sound. But be aware that they all only took the bare minimum of time. They just tell people. It won't be long before a writer can write a long story with just a few numbers: 'This March Sunset' Is it possible that through these few numbers you can see the drops of water, the frost, the icicles by the drains, the train whistlering behind the forest in the distance, the young man escorting a schoolgirl home, and the girl on the way laughing softly on a crisp, cold evening? ”

Professor Shi smiled: "I never thought you would be so poetic. Listen to me, you should quietly write poetry alone behind closed doors"

Li Guangyuan replied that he had never written poetry because he took the profession of a poet very seriously, but he had really studied painting. At the Academy of Fine Arts, there were two colors that had a profound impact on him: red and yellow. He felt that the right ratio of these two colors would allow for an accurate expression of spirit on the canvas. He experimented with painting for a long time, but then he finally realized that the desire to maintain absolute similarity had always hindered his understanding of the essence of things: "For me, a bull is a bull, and for Picasso, things are only essential for self-expression." I deliberately pursue things, forms, and a painter of genius subordinates things and forms to his own thoughts, and the precise depiction of details does not interest him. It is ridiculous to use the very accurate heel painted in The Prodigal Son as an excuse to defend his intention to paint himself. Dogmatic conferring of authority in religion is understandable, but it is unforgivable for the artist". At that time, Li Guangyuan thought so. When his colleagues asked him to paint for them, he had stopped his "painting practice", "which seems to be very good," and his colleagues told him, "The ancients scribbled and scribbled, and no one understood what they painted, which was disgusting to see." They were talking about the paintings of the great painter, who bought two very beautiful picture books at the thrift stall at the Temple of the City God, and he was amazed by the works of this great painter. After this, he gave all his paintings to others, brushes and paints to the son of the janitor of the house where he lived in Qingpu, where he met with the newspaper staff in a secret house.

Rove went to the operator's quarters. The hazy sun still looked cold. The sky is high and cloudy, like the weather at the end of November before a frost. The only celestial breath that makes one feel is flocks of cheerful sparrows squeaking at the end, and doves grunting low cooing from their cavities

"Salute!" Miss Wang stood up and saluted him, "We just ......"

Law interrupted her and said, "She and I are going to be alone."

Miss Wang was still smiling just now, but suddenly became serious and serious. Then she walked into another room. When she opened the door, the operator heard her son's crying, apparently he had just woken up and was hungry.

"Please let me feed the baby," said the operator, "or he won't let us work."

"Let the child wait a while"

"It's not going to work. The child must be fed regularly"

"Good. You answer me a question first and then go feed him"

That's when there was a knock on the door.

"We have something to do, don't bother," Rove said, raising his voice.

The door opened. The guards stood in the doorway with the baby in their arms.

"It's time to feed the child," he said, "and the child is hungry and clamoring for food"

"Wait a minute," Rove yelled, "close the door"

"Yes, but," said the guard, as Rov stood up and hurried towards the door, shutting the door in front of the gray-haired team members with internal injuries.

"Listen to me, we've found out, you know your leadership"

"I've already explained"

"I know your explanation, I've seen the material and I've listened to the recording. I believed these statements until today, but from today your explanations are no longer satisfactory to me."

"What happened this morning?"

"Something happened. We've been waiting for this to happen. We already know the whole truth, we need evidence, and we have it. If there is no evidence of the crime, no facts, or even the proof of two people, we cannot arrest people. Now the evidence is in hand."

"I don't think I refused to admit it in the first place"

"Don't pretend, don't pretend anymore doesn't mean you, you know very well, who you refer to"

"I don't know who you're talking about. I beg you, please let me feed the child"

"Tell me when and where you will meet with the leader, and then feed the child."

"I have already explained to the gentleman who captured me, I don't know the name of the leader, nor his address, I have not even seen him himself"

"Listen," Rove said, "don't play stupid"

He felt exhausted because all of Chang Kaishen's cronies had not closed their eyes all night, and organized surveillance of Li Guangyuan's car in various districts. An ambush was set up in his home and near the secret radio station. But Li Guangyuan was nowhere to be found. Besides, Chang Kaishen was not allowed to tell Mei Sipin about finding Li Guangyuan, let alone Wu Sibao. Chang Kaishen decided to play this game of chess alone, and he knew that this game was very difficult to play. He knew that it was Dingmo who had a staggering amount of money in Sweden, Switzerland, Brazil, and even in the United States under someone else's name. Ding Mocun is ungrateful, but he does not let go of the enemy. He recorded everything that had anything to do with Wang Weiwei, and even wrote it on a handkerchief, but he didn't write anything related to him, and he always remembered this. So the leader of No. 76 has to deal with this Li Guangyuan, who has called and met with Ding Mocun, alone. If it hadn't been for the phone call to Ding Mocun and the meeting between the two of them, the matter would have been very simple, and Li Guangyuan would not have been interested. The ins and outs of the matter are already clear: Li Guangyuan connected with the secret female spy in Yan'an. And behind this line there is a powerful backstage Ding Mo Village. Therefore, the leader of No. 76 and his cronies were exhausted from exhaustion in order to set up circles everywhere and prepare for a battle to the death.

"I'm not going to say anything," said the operator, "as long as you don't let me feed the baby, I'll be silent"

The logic of the mother and the logic of the executioner are incompatible. If the operator didn't mention the child, she herself would have been tortured. Her mother's outpouring prompted Rove to make a decision he hadn't considered when he came. He knew the strong and unyielding character of the Communist Party spies, and knew that they would rather die than defect.

Now Rove had a sudden idea: "Well," he said, "we won't waste our time in vain." We immediately confront you and your boss: he feels that the matter has been revealed and decides to sneak into the national territory, but he does not succeed. He was counting on his car to save his life," Rove's vicious gaze swept across the operator's pale face, "he has a good car, doesn't he?" But he miscalculated, and our car was not only not bad, but better than his. In this complex case, we are not interested in you, but in him. You confess all of his condition. All the time," he stressed, "unreservedly"

"I don't have much to say"

Rove stood up, walked over to the window, opened it, and he winced.

"It's getting cold again," he said to himself, "when will the day come?" There is no day when we are all bored."

He closed the window, walked up to the operator, and said, "Please put your hand out."

The operator held out his hands, handcuffs snapping onto her wrists.

"Please stick your feet out as well," Rove ordered.

"What are you going to do?" The operator asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

He chained the shackles to the ankle of her foot and shouted; "Miss Wang!"

But no one agreed. He opened the door and shouted, "Miss Wang! ”

Then the two of them hurried into the room, for they were accustomed to hearing Rove's calm voice, but now he was loud, hoarse, and full of nervousness. There is a complete reason why Rove is so loud: Chang Kaishen assigned him today, just today, to force the female spy to speak. Once Li Guangyuan was arrested, Chang Kaishen had the main trump card in his hands.

"Bring the baby," Rove ordered.

The guards went to pick up the child, and Rove pushed a small table to the window, on which was a vase with fake flowers. Then he pushed open the window and said, "I was deliberately reminding you that it's very cold today." Just put your child on this table for three to five minutes naked, without a cloth, and he will freeze to death. To say it or not to say it, you decide."

"You must not do this," the operator yelled, struggling in his chair, "you must not do this, beat me to death, you can't do this."

"Yes, I find it terrible to do this," replied Rove, "but I must do it in the name of all mothers!" I will do this in the name of the children who were bombed."

The operator fell from her chair to the ground, and she rolled on the floor, pleading, "Do you have a conscience?" What are you doing here? I don't believe you'd do that."

"Where's the kid?" Rove asked loudly, "Bring him here, damn it"

"You are the mother of the child," Ms. Wang advised, "You need to be smarter."

She was trembling slightly as she spoke, because she had never seen anything like this.

The guards walked into the house with the child in their arms. Rove took the child and placed it on the table, and then began to unwrap the swaddling.

The operator let out a frenzied and terrible scream.

"How?" Rove yelled loudly, "You don't deserve to be a mother, you are insensitive, you are a ruthless murderer, don't you say it? ”

The child was crying, pouting because he had been wronged.

"Speak quickly," Rove continued, "I don't count one, two, three." I'll open the window right away and remove the quilt from your child. Did you hear me clearly? You have done your duty for your people, and I will do my duty to my people"

Suddenly, the operator felt that she was fluttering, and all she heard was a buzzing around her, and then she lost consciousness.

Rove sat down on the edge of the table and said, "Guard, pick up the child"

The soldier picked up the child and was about to leave, when Rove stopped him: "Don't go.

She'll wake up soon, and I'm going to continue, Miss Wang. Please bring her and me some water. And cardiotonic drops"

"Pour her a few drops?"

"Not for her, but for me"

"Okay, a few drops?"

"How do I know? Ten drops. Or thirty drops"

He crouched down beside the operator and slapped her on the cheek a few times.

"How long does it take for a woman to wake up?" Rove asked the guard.

"How long will it take for your mother to wake up?"

"Well, my mother's bastards want to get rid of it, let me do this nasty thing, please give me matches"

"I don't smoke"

"Miss Wang," Rove shouted, "bring the matches, too"

Miss Wang brought two glasses of water. Rove drank the glass of water, which was a little cloudy and slightly blue in color, and he frowned and said:

"Phew, it's terrible"

He lit a cigarette, crouched down next to the operator, and lifted her eyelids. His dilated eyes seemed to be staring at him.

"Is she dead?" He asked, "Come here, Miss Wang, come and see."

"No, she's still breathing"

"You think of something. Time is limited. Waiting for me there."

Miss Wang began to pat the newspaper operator's cheek, and her movements were cautious, as if massaging very gently. She took a sip of water from her cup and sprayed cold water onto the operator's face. The operator sighed. There were a few twitches in the face. The child was still crying out of breath as before.

"You try to make him stop crying," Rove commanded, "and you can't hear anything."

"He's hungry and wants to eat"

"Why do you parrot that? You think you're the only one who has a good heart."

The child cried hoarsely, his screams heart-wrenching. The little face was purple, the lips were pale, and the eyelids were swollen from crying.

"Go away," Rove waved his hand, and the guard walked out of the room.

As soon as the guards took the child away, the operator woke up. The child was crying, not far from here, the room was warm, so to speak, Rove hadn't opened the window yet.

"Let me die," thought the operator sadly, "so that everyone may be saved, whether it be the children, the husband, or me." For me it was the best and most ideal way out"

Then Rove said, "I see, she's regained consciousness."

Miss Wang squatted down next to the operator again and opened her eyelids with two fingers. The operator looked at Miss Wang. Her eyelids fluttered.

"Yes," Ms. Wang confirmed.

The operator tried to continue pretending to be unconscious, but the faith in her face was revealed: her face was full of life, beyond her control, as the child cried in the next room.

"That's enough, don't pretend," said Rove, "it's true, and now you don't want to play tricks on women." Since you have done the man's thing, put away the woman's one. Miss Wang, help her sit up. Open your eyes"

The operator did not move, and his eyes did not open.

"All right," said Rohr, "Miss Wang, put her down." I could tell she heard what I said. Now I'll call the guards over and open the window so she'll open her eyes, but it'll be too late."

The operator cried.

"How?" Rove asked, "Have you thought about it?" ”

He personally lifted her up and sat her in a chair.

"To say or not to say?"

"I'm going to think about it"

"I'll help you," Rove said, "so that you don't feel like you're an apostate."

He took out a photo of Li Guangyuan from his pocket and showed it to her, but he didn't let Miss Wang see the face of the captain of the guard in the photo.

"How? Do you understand? What's the point of you not opening your mouth? Let's talk, shall we? ”

The operator remained silent.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Suddenly Rove screamed in a terrible way, and slammed his fist on the edge of the table, and the vase with the fake flowers jumped to its feet.

"Or don't say it? Guardsman! ”

The guard walked into the house with the child in his arms, and the operator leaned over to him, and Rove snatched the child from the guard's hand and opened the window. The operator tried to lunge at Rove, but fell. She was screaming frantically, and Rove was yelling something, and in an instant two short, monotonous gunshots rang out.

Du Weipei received instructions from Wan Guyong, director of the Strategy Bureau, on the future of negotiations with this side to be expressed by the code name "vertical and horizontal anagrams". In order to speed up the negotiation process, the two generals, the head of the newspaper bureau and Lemnice of the United States went to participate in the negotiations.

Song Dawen waited for the two generals in a small rented house under a pseudonym on a quiet street in Switzerland. It was here that they met for two days in order to agree on a common position for the continuation of negotiations with the General of the Guards.

"We have very little time," Mr. Du said, "but we have a lot of work to do, and the position of the allies should be clear and well considered."

"The position of the Anglo-American allies," the three generals of the military said in a tone that did not know whether to ask or affirm.

"Britain and the United States or the United States and Britain are names in the current situation, and they do not change the essence of things," Du Weipei said.

In this way, for the first time during the entire war, only one word "Soviet Union" was missing from the concept of "allies". A new term "Anglo-American Allied Powers" appeared in Bern, replacing "Anglo-Soviet-American-Chinese Allies"

The team leader didn't have time to change his clothes, so he hurried to see Chang Kaishen. He looked very embarrassed: his boots were covered with mud, and his military shirt was completely soaked. He braved the rain to wander around the southern city for a long time, looking for the whereabouts of the teacher's sister. He found her residence based on the address provided in the case file, but she was not at home. He inquired with the local precinct No. 76, where people knew nothing about his relatives.

Although the neighbors told him that they had heard the sound of car engines in the middle of the night for the past few days, no one could tell who had come, what kind of car they were in, and what had happened to the family and her children after that.

Chang Kaishen received the team leader with a smile on his face. After listening to the report, he didn't say anything, he took out a briefcase from the safe, and then took out a piece of paper from the briefcase.

"And what about this?" He asked as he handed the piece of paper to the squad leader.

This is the squad leader's report. From this report, it can be seen that he has full trust in Li Guangyuan, the joint leader of the party team.

"We All Deserve to Die"

"It might be more accurate to say that," Chang echoed, putting the report back in his folder, "and this is a good lesson for you, friend."

"What should I do to write you a new report?"

"Why? Not necessarily."

"But I think I need to give up my old opinion"

"Is that the right thing to do?" Chang Kaishen asked, "Give up your own opinion, it doesn't always sound so pleasant."

"What the hell am I going to do?"

"You should be confident that I will put your past report on the shelf. You just have to believe it. Keep working. You know, you're going to the front soon. Maybe you will come back from there to the teacher, who is your loyal friend, with whom you once dodged bombs in Chongqing. Now you go. Don't be sad. Counterintelligence workers should understand better than anyone that in our time it is impossible to trust anyone, and sometimes even to themselves. Of course, you can trust me."

Professor Shi walked to the secret junction location at the appointed time. He was just as excited as he had been last night. He worked very well, and he ate a little before moving, and his heart was full of joy and hope. He hoped for the rapid collapse of Wang's puppet regime: now he bought newspapers when he saw them, and as a man who was good at analyzing problems and at the same time well versed in history, it was not difficult for him to imagine the future. There were often two conflicting feelings in his heart. He knew what tests his people were going to endure when it was all over; But he also understood that this tragic purification was better than his own victory. He had always believed that Ben's victory meant the end of civilization and would eventually lead to the degradation of the nation. Ancient Rome fell because it tried to rise above the world, and then it finally fell under the blows of the barbarians. Victories outside the realm attracted the rulers of antiquity to the point of making them forget the secret grievances of their slaves. Forget the complaints of the courtiers who were not rewarded, forget the thinkers and philosophers who fantasize about a better future and never know what to do with the world. The victory over the obvious enemy made the emperors, nobles, ministers, and consuls confirm that it would be much easier to deal with their dissatisfied subjects after the defeat of the foreign nations. At this point they ignore the sons or acquaintances of those in the army whom they need to subdue. In the separating layer of rulers and subjects, there are some bad elements, whom the professor secretly gives the name "yeast of civilization". He knew that Wang had not intended to make a vicious attempt: the victory of the conquest of the world should be reflected in the material interests that every Chinese could feel, regardless of his status in society. Wang did not try to turn everyone into a slave, and the people of other countries were their subjects. In other words, he wants to completely eliminate the possibility of the creation of "civilization yeast", at least in the near and foreseeable future. In the event of a victory, China will become a state under its total military control; Wang Wei will disarm the other people and ban their organizations. At that time, any attempt by the people of the conquered country to resist was doomed to failure, because it was necessary to have an equally strong national organization in the face of the armed oneself.

Professor Shi looked at his watch. He still has time to spare. Rainwater trickles down the window panes of the small teahouse, behind which several children sit eating bread. It was probably the governess who brought them here.

"I'm thinking about them in terms of their categories," the professor smiled to himself. He found a man sitting at the head of the teahouse, a young man who was chatting and laughing with the children: "Only the teachers in our country are women, because all the men who are fit for active duty are fighting on the front lines."