Secretary Wang heard that the organization and planning Fuyuan was captured, four. An Qifeng, the bandit leader of the three counter-revolutionary riots, suddenly perked up, and said to the secretary with a little excitement: "Go!" We're going to meet old enemies. ”

An Qifeng has been suddenly interrogated once overnight, and he is cunning and cunning, like an old hedgehog, and he doesn't open his mouth if he defends tightly. The interrogators took turns to fight, and there was nothing they could do about him.

An Qifeng, who was drooping his head, saw a person who looked like an official sitting opposite, and his expression moved slightly. Then, he put on a posture that a dead donkey was not afraid of wolves, and languished there.

Secretary Wang looked at it for a long time, and said in a calm voice: "I am Wang Changtai, secretary of the county party committee, I want to ask you something, do you know Kong Qingwen?" ”

An Qifeng's body moved slightly, glanced at Secretary Wang, and said weakly: "I don't know." ”

After being silent for a while, An Qifeng suddenly seemed to be in the spirit again, raised his head, and squinted at Secretary Wang. A sneer hung on the corner of his mouth and said, "Didn't that person be shot by you as the leader of the Green Gang?" ”

Secretary Wang nodded at him slightly, lit a cigarette and handed it to him, and said calmly: "Your destination, you must know it yourself, people come to the world to walk, not only for the regime and faith, but also to leave something to comfort the conscience and soul. ”

After a pause, Secretary Wang took a puff of cigarette and said sincerely: "You and I are of the same generation, and if you can survive until today, you can be regarded as a character." Regardless of our status today, we can talk casually, even if it is a friend to give you a ride. ”

Seeing the expression on An Qifeng's face, he was a little more lively. Secretary Wang handed over a cigarette and said with a relaxed expression: "I have always felt a little hasty about Kong Qingwen's verdict, judging from the situation I have worked with him, he does not look like one of yours. ”

An Qifeng took a few puffs of cigarette, closed his eyes slightly, shook his head as if in extreme pain, and said with a long sigh: "It's rare that you treat me as a human being, so I'll tell you the truth." Kong Qingwen really has nothing to do with us, and the attack on Fuyuan is the unified deployment of the headquarters. The plan is to take the three eastern counties first, together with Usman, and cooperate with the airdrop national army to capture Dihua in one fell swoop. The Fuyuan incident was planned and directed by me. At that time, only the county magistrate's surname was Kong. ”

Secretary Wang turned his head in pain and sighed softly, as if he was trying to hide something. But soon he made a calm look and said: "Thank you for telling me the truth, if you have any personal needs or requirements, just put them forward, and we will try our best to meet them." ”

An Qifeng smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Dying, what else do you want, I just want to have a pack of cigarettes to smoke every day." ”

Secretary Wang smiled happily and said, "Okay, I promise you." If there's anything else you want to say, you can just ask them to come to me. ”

With that, Secretary Wang got up and was about to leave. An Qifeng hesitated for a moment, sighed as if he was ruthless, and said, "Seeing that you are a man, I will hand over the bottom, so as not to be unstable over there." ”

Secretary Wang turned around and sat down suspiciously and slightly excitedly, and looked at An Qifeng with trust and expectation.

An Qifeng gritted his teeth slightly, and said with a relieved look: "I have some belongings in Qitai East Bay, and that is my last bit of belongings. The stuff was stored in the basement of one of my distant nephews' house. However, he didn't know anything about me. You have to make sure that you don't implicate him. ”

Secretary Wang nodded solemnly at him. So, An Qifeng looked calm and gave the detailed address.

The heavy snow for a day and night covered the slopes with a goose-down blanket. Huzi was accompanied by Wang Yan to exercise outdoors, the dazzling sunlight and dazzling snow really made him not used to it for a while.

Huzi blinked his eyes hard, and then walked towards the white velvet hillside with a little excitement on his crutches.

The soft snow soon aroused Huzi's childlike interest, and he obsessively stroked with his cane, and then twisted his body like a sack, and fell on the snow.

The sudden change can surprise Wang Yan a lot. Her apricot eyes were slightly disgusted, and she muttered a reddened little mouth and said, "Scared me to death!" What can you do if you break your leg? ”

Huzi smiled at her and didn't say anything. Seeing Wang Yan coming to him, Leng Buding leaned over and dragged him, and Wang Yan fell to Huzi's side like a flower without roots.

Wang Yan stretched out her arms and muttered dreamily, "It's so comfortable." ”

Huzi also followed Wang Yan's example, and simply put his body into a big character. He muttered words that even he couldn't hear clearly. But the outstretched hand seemed to touch something soft. He retracted mechanically, but stretched out again unwillingly. And yet, the warm thing was still there, unmoved.

Huzi's heart jumped a few times inexplicably, and then suddenly stopped. The warm thing seemed to move slightly, and Huzi suddenly felt a warm current, faintly entering his heart. made his body gradually warm up.

Huzi tried to move his fingers, and felt a warm soft hook, gently hooked on his fingers. A magical warm current suddenly permeated the whole body. He gently closed his eyes, so that this wonderful feeling could spread uncontrollably.

Sweet and tranquil, infected with the surrounding snow. Or it's jealousy at all, the sun hasn't turned red yet, and the snow waves in the sun's depression can't wait to psychedelic with colorful light waves.

The big hand that was strong and scorching, the little hand clenched moved slightly, and Huzi's ears sounded a weak, but crisp voice: "Can you still remember me?" ”

The big hand spasmed slightly, and Huzi muttered dreamily: "I think about you every day, and I can't think about it enough." ”

After the faint laughter, the little hand moved noticeably again. The voice in his ears seemed to be louder: "You are so busy with work, I'm afraid you'll forget me when you go back." ”

The big hand gently squeezed the soft little hand, as if full of confidence to say: "How can I forget you, no one will forget you, I will write to you." ”

After a pause, his big hand moved cautiously again, and he said softly, "Will you write to me?" ”

The little hand moved slightly, as if to convey a positive signal.

After a long time, the two hands that shook each other had inadvertently melted the snow around them. Looking quietly, there seemed to be a faint wisp of steam, curling into a faint mist.

The sun had tried to turn red, and the pine trees on the top of the mountain could not bear to put the gray shadow on the hands that were still hot. Instead, he tried to hold the red fireball quietly above his head.

"How much effort? You're not afraid of catching a cold, aren't you? It was Sook-jin's voice.