"Yesterday I dreamed of my mother," Wang Wei said. He cleared his throat. His voice has become muffled these days after the injections. He asked the new doctor to pay attention to the situation, but the doctor said that it was a normal reaction of the body's tissues due to the lack of fresh air, and there was nothing to worry about: "I dreamed that my mother was young when I lived in my hometown of Guangdong. At that time I frightened myself every day with imaginary guards while walking through the ancient city gates. An unfortunate child in the suburbs stands in the central square, where restaurants and teahouses have now opened. The music was melodious, and I could hear the laughter of the delicate children dressed like dolls, and I looked at them, embarrassed by my old shoes and torn clothes, and it was evident that I was shabby in this dress, and I began to hate those who lived with joy and fragrance on them, because ......"

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Wang Wei frowned again, he forgot where to start and why he said this. He struggled to recall the first sentence, but the women were cutting the meat with their hearts and chewing with all their hearts. Wang Wei felt insulted. He barely held back his tears.

His wife didn't look at him, she was staring at the door that led to the chamber. Wang Wei let out a long sigh and retracted his head into his shoulders. He felt that Wu Sibao was standing there, staring at the back of his head without saying a word, signaling that the time was up. The time has come and there can be no more waiting; The nation needs him to leave, which will inject strength into the hearts of those who continue to fight for his cause. How terrible life is. How cruel the people around him were. Why don't they do something about it. They can do it. They can definitely do it. It was terrible, as the pain tore through the skull and his brain, and he went into nothingness and became a pool of blood

"No, I don't want to, I can't, I sit so calmly among these women. Let them eat, it's okay, I forgive them for having no scruples. Say whatever you can, as long as it's not the terrible silence after the gunshots. I can't hook the board machine, I'm not at fault. The people around me were at fault, they could hint at me, but they were too timid to say anything. They think only about themselves, about their sweat. I had some little mice around. Oh my God. ”

His wife stood up suddenly. When Wang didn't look back, his body bent even more.

"My dear," said Madame. This attitude of hers offended Wang Wei. His gaze swept over the female secretaries, but no one noticed. They drank wine and ate it with relish. Chen Bijun is his legal wife, she has the right to treat him like this, why can't she? "I'll be back soon, I forgot to tie my sister to the telegram, please forgive me."

"If this involves your brother-in-law's rebellion, you have no right to send her a word of condolence." Wang Wei said.

"My dear," said Madame standing in the doorway, "it involves me and you. ”

Chen Bijun came to the radio dispatch room and asked to send a telegram to her sister who was far away in Hong Kong; "Please destroy my diary immediately.

She knew what to do. She kept a diary in 1935. At that time, her romance with Wang Wei had just begun. She remembered one day in February, when Wang Wei came to her and said that he had decided to give her a house. What a blessing for her. Later, Wang Wei went to find Mei Sipin, a damn guy, and fooled around with the female singer there. She was mad with jealousy. She was in love with Wang Wei intensely at the time, because he was her first man, oh, how terrible it was, and she wrote to Wang Wei: if he didn't reply, she would take sleeping pills. She lived sincerely, waiting for a reply. What didn't she think about in those days? Maybe her letter fell into his hands when he was dying, or maybe she shouldn't have written to him at all: "Oh my God, help me talk to him, it's going to be late tomorrow." She was muttering incessantly and swallowing more than thirty sleeping pills.

Wang Chen Bijun sat next to the newspaper operator, recalling the pain she felt after the doctor had washed her stomach, and she felt so beautiful when she woke up, she heard such a pure melody, and then there was silence, a peaceful and indifferent silence

Wang Wei walked past the group standing in front of him, shook hands with everyone again, spoke words of gratitude again, looked at those eyes inquiringly, listened again to the cacophony of laughter, laughter, music, and the thump of uncorks from other rooms.

When he closed the office door, something in the hallway rattled "Who?" Wang Wei was not frightened and asked, "Who is there?" ”

"It's me," replied Wu Sibao, "I'm next to you, my teacher." ”

Wu Sibao and Mei Sipin stood at the door. The gasoline barrel that Wu Sibao was carrying rang loudly. Mei Sipin's body trembled slightly, his face turned yellow, and white hair was added to his sideburns.

Wang Chen Bijun sat in a chair and calmly took the poison: he bit the medicine bottle with his teeth, leaned back slightly, and hung his hands weakly. Wang Wei walked around the woman who had already swallowed his breath for a long time, muttering something in his mouth, and then gently patted his wife's neck, took out a pistol, and aimed the muzzle of the gun at his mouth.

He was terrified.

"No," he said secretly, "no, no, I don't want to be true." It's all a lie, I don't want to wake myself up, I wake up, dear mother. ”

Then he began to think crankily again, and he walked around the dead lady, and the disobedience was very fast, and he looked ridiculous, and he was muttering something.

Wu Sibao looked at his watch: Twenty minutes have passed.

He stroked Mei Sipin's shoulder and pushed open the office door.

Wang ignored him, still concentrating on walking briskly around his wife. He held a pistol in his right hand.

Wu Sibao broke the teacher's cold fingers, took out the pistol, and shot him in the back of the head

A few minutes later, the room was packed. Mei Sipin was crying and trembling. Wu Sibao was comforting him.

After that, Wu Sibao invited General Wei to the conference room and said, "You can't tell anyone about the teacher's death under any circumstances, not even the people closest to you. Do you understand? ”

He called the guards and handed him a sealed envelope: "You personally give this letter to the marshal." You have to bring back the Red Army's peace proposals. Now no one knows about Wang Wei's death, and no one knows the composition of the new cabinet. We told the people over there about the gentleman's will. This will not go unappreciated. We came to them with what you had in mind in 1941. They ignored you at the time, and now you have the cards in your hand. God willing, we expect a wise answer from the Red Army.

Chang Kaishen sat thoughtfully in front of the mirror, looking at his face. From time to time, the sound of roaring artillery was heard, the battle was going on nearby, it was time to go.

His face changed to a different look; A new scar was added to his ear, the left side of his face was crooked as if it had been bruised, a gray beard grew on his chin, and his hair was shortcut and dyed white. He had some papers in the pocket of his ill-fitting old jacket to prove it; He was an underground Communist Party member in Shanghai named Huang Tubao, who was rescued from prison and asked the authorities to help him. One of his arms was tattooed with the number of a number prisoner.

He looked at his expression in the mirror, listened carefully to the sound of the cannon, and remembered the day Zhan Guoqiang awarded him the rank of captain. He could almost hear the enthusiastic cheers erupting from inside the oak hall at 76 Extreme Sfield Road, and saw the radiant faces of his friends, and his opponents, who stood there to welcome him. He remembered that after the formal ceremony, Zhan Guoqiang invited all the new generals of No. 76 to the banquet hall and toasted them a glass of champagne. Chang Kaishen is looking forward to the end of this circus as soon as possible so that he can go to Ma Li. This girl loved him. He believed that she really loved him. He also loved her passionately. But the people in the hall began to speak, and everyone wanted to show themselves to the national leaders. Zhan Guoqiang likes to listen to his subordinates. So Chang Kaishen didn't park his car at the gate of his lover's courtyard until ten o'clock. There is no light in the window "Sleep, my heart." He thought softly, and opened the door with his own key, but all the rooms were empty.

Three years later, he learned that Ma Li was an agent in Dingmo Village. She seduces those who will be elevated, playing the game of love. Oh my God, let her keep playing, he can forgive her. But people explained to him that the national leader would never allow him to divorce. Divorce will affect his career. At that time, Chang Kaishen already knew that the national leader had a child with his outer room, and he settled his mistress in a house outside the city and bought her the most expensive car, but he Chang Kaishen lost the only joy in his life. Can this be forgotten?

Wu Sibao called: "Have you grasped the pulse of our route?" ”

"That's right. Are you fast? ”

"Almost. Is your man spying on the Forty-Seven? "168 Library

"He's going to be in a bad direction right now."

"We are in constant contact."

"So be it."

Then the No. 76 agent who was guarding Li Guangyuan called: "The enemy's tanks have occupied a place two kilometers away from us. The children of the detachment leader's 'Youth Regiment' fired rockets, and the team stopped moving. ”

"Thanks, have all the documents been destroyed?"

"Yes, it's all destroyed."

"Alright, follow orders."

Chang Kaishen. Carefully put down the phone and looked at the watch, it was strange that the time was so coincidental, "I wonder what," he thought, "we all have watches on us, and I often hear the watch in my body walking." I got mixed up with Wu Sibao by the devil. He was as ignorant as his master. He is also mine, our master. Don't exclude yourself, you also have a share, there is nothing to complain about now, but Wu Sibao really doesn't know anything, so he will never talk to him over there, this is the least common sense. But what if they suddenly did. Because in August 1939, when the enemy had already played his flute, and the smell of gunpowder was in the air, the leaders over there were still sitting at the same table with the people here. Now Yan'an has learned through me that Zhan Guoqiang and Mei Sipin are negotiating with Japan. They will not fail to report the telegram sent by Li Guangyuan to their superiors. Wu Sibao is right, they know that Li Guangyuan has a connection with his top level," Chang Kaishen said confidently in his heart, "There will not be sitting at the same table with Wu Sibao over there." ”

He thought he had made a mistake. It was still urgent for a person to slip away through the channels outside the city. "This is not so much Wu Sibao's chain as mine to a large extent. Although the party has the key in my hands, it is not too late, and there is still a 'window' to the West, but what if Wu Sibao also has to go? Maybe he negotiated the same thing with the people over there? Then my days are numbered. Wu Sibao will never forgive me. However, the thing Li Guangyuan was going to do was a tempting move for me. It's hard not to believe what Li Guangyuan brought back with him. I'm right about Wu Sibao, this will be over there. Cause riots, and they will not let it go. It will cause them to be in turmoil, their brothers and sisters facing each other, blood will be shed, and heads will fall to the ground."

Ten minutes after his men received the call, it was up. He stayed two blocks away from the secret point and waited for the call.

"Brother," Chang Kaishen said, "take this suitcase, it is filled with mines, the kind you used in the past." ”

"That's the little thing you added that needs to be rotated?"

Chang Kaishen smiled slightly: "That's right." ”

He picked up the neat wallet from the table and handed it to his men: "Put it in your pocket." The wallet should be opened and closed five times in a row, and by the sixth time it would be torn apart. Remember the address. ”

The subordinate took out the note notebook. Müller went to get the bottle.

"Are you crazy? No, I tell you the address just in case. Isn't that enough? Remember, you can't write it down. You're going to walk through the yard and you still have an hour to go. ”

Chang Kaishen dictated the address, asked his subordinates to repeat it twice, pointed out the streets and buildings to him on the pocket map, and then said the joint code, and asked his subordinates to repeat it several times.

"Don't forget to say 'please sign' at the end. The guy who was sent to the joint was called Xiao Wang, and he stayed by the car, and if you made a mistake, he would drill a hole in you with a gun. You hand him the suitcase and watch him take Li Guangyuan from you to the toilet. Do you remember Li Guangyuan? You cleaned him up at my driver's house. I've made you look at his pictures hundreds of times. He goes to the toilet and you quickly leave, ignore anyone, and start tinkering with your wallet. As soon as the mines go off, you run. The enemy is nearby. They are temporarily blocked, but this will not last. It's over, brother, you are absolutely innocent, God forbid you didn't join the party. I have burned all the files related to you. Do your best to help the enemy, it will be good for the future. Well, God forbid. ”

They hugged each other. The men are gone. Chang Kaishen paced around the room.

The people on the other side stayed in a nearby building, watching through the windows what was going to happen. When the red flame came out of the broken window of the secret point, he immediately called Chang Kaishen. The powerful shock wave threw the driver's upper body onto the road, and his left arm fell off, leaving only his head and right arm

Li Guangyuan's actions seem to have been pre-rehearsed by Chang Kaishen.

The blast burst through the toilet door. He was almost stoned to death, but he raised his arms in time. A terrible pain penetrated the left elbow. With his ears buzzing, as if in the northern summer sun in a bay full of mosquitoes, he came to the hallway. The air was filled with the choking smell of fireworks. All the east and west were covered with a layer of stone dust. The powder and the one in the fairy tale film are like clouds of smoke flying like a cloud of smoke, which is suffocating.

Li Guangyuan tripped over something and almost fell. He bent over, and the orderly lay at his feet, his skull cracked. Li Guangyuan mechanically removed the orderly's pistol from the holster, put it in his pocket, and walked towards the place where he had heard someone talking not long ago. The archives must be there. One wall of the room had fallen, and the dust was still flying. He stretched out his only movable right hand and groped for it. He touched the metal "yes, exactly," he said to himself, "you're looking for the right one, it's the safe, it's open." This must be a document package, containing what Chang Kaishen told me. Maybe someone should stay here and wait for us? They're nearby. Fighting is taking place not far away. But what if Chang Kaishen sent someone? He could do anything to salvage the documents. You have to take the ministry that you can take two packets and never again. Your left hand is not good, how can you take it? It doesn't matter, bite with your teeth if you want, and that's it. Try to hold it with one hand. So what? Of course it's heavy, but you can handle it, it's a small matter where they pull your ear, ask your dad's name, and kick you in the face. Now your eyes are like those who have been beaten in a drunken brawl, and you are like a clown in the dust. The enemy likes to paint the clown's face in a bright white color. These are nothing compared to this. The little red hat looks ridiculous. No, there's still something in the safe to run, run, Li Guangyuan, you run to where you want to go and then go back. Dust is falling. You come back immediately, hurry up, don't break your promise and can't wait, Li Guangyuan, wait enough, run. ”

He staggered down the stairs like a drunkard into the empty street, and walked slowly to the base of the wall toward the place where the shots had fired. Gunfire was nearby. He leaned forward with a heavy document bag in one hand. He doesn't care about everything around him. The head was still buzzing. The pain in the sideburns was sometimes mild and severe, and everything in front of me swirled. He felt dizzy and was afraid to fall.

The eighteen-year-old veteran leaned against the wall of the building and walked down the alley towards Li Guangyuan. He knew that on the adjacent street, the children of the Cadet Corps were sitting next to the rocket launchers. The commander said that the children were pitiful and told him to see if he could get around. "Let them live, lads. At the age of fifteen, what do they know? They have been deceived, and we have to re-educate them after victory. The eighteen-year-old veteran walked, walking with ease. He thought, these terrible kids are going to give him a bullet in the stomach, and there's space here, "Oh, I don't like the roar of guns on one side and silence on the other, it's not easy." Really, it's not easy" Looking around the corner, he saw an officer in a black uniform, "Hey, go, go, go, whoa, drunk." Apparently scared to drink desperately, what was hidden in the document bag was probably a watch and a ring. Okay, get closer, closer, I'm going to give you a head-on. ”

At the same time, Li Guangyuan also discovered him. The front of the military civilian jacket was a leather jacket and a boat-shaped hat with five stars lowered to the left eyebrow. Li Guangyuan felt that his face flashed with happiness. He couldn't laugh, the wounds on his forehead and chin were bloody, but he couldn't help but smile happily.

"Come on? Bastard. The eighteen-year-old veteran thought, "His face was covered with blood, and he looked at his face, so fierce." ”

Li Guangyuan raised a hand to the man in the boat-shaped hat. He tried to raise his hands, but his left arm was disobedient. In a minute, a minute or two, I'm going to hug you, child, my dear. ”

"He probably had a bomb in his bag," thought the veteran in horror, "and he was going to throw it at my feet, and there was only a crater left"

"Chirp." A bullet was fired into the wall on the head of the veteran soldier "chirp"

The veteran lay down, stretched out his submachine gun and fired a shot in the stomach at the man in black uniform. The man shouted a few times, and the veteran thought he was shouting in Russian. The veteran struck again, but the officer in black uniform still ran towards him, shouting intermittently.

The veteran did not hear a third gunshot. A bullet hit him in the heart, and he immediately choked.

A member of the "Youth Corps" was standing guard at the position of the anti-tank group when he saw a Russian soldier collapse to the sound of his gunfire.