The night is deep, the bluestone slabs in the alley are being marked by the raindrops, and the autumn wind is a little cold. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The cold raindrops fell on his face, Feng Chen subconsciously shivered, shook his head, stretched out his hand and pulled his collar, and hurriedly disappeared into the depths of the alley where there was no light, as if it was bottomless.

In front of a two-story attic door, Feng Chen habitually stood still, looked left and right, took out the key from the pocket of his windbreaker, opened the door, dodged in, and immediately closed the door again.

Feng Chen's vigilance is innate, and it can also be said to have been honed from childhood experiences.

The lights in the room were on, and the light shone on Feng Chen's young face, which was so handsome, handsome and elegant. Feng Chen took off his soaked windbreaker, hung it on the hanger, stretched out his hand and pulled over a chair to sit down, his heart was still beating rapidly, and he couldn't calm the excitement in his heart.

Reaching out to take a bottle of whiskey from the wine cabinet, he poured a full glass, raised his neck and drank it in one gulp, Feng Chen suddenly felt a hot current spread from the bottom of his heart.

Poured half a glass of wine again, held it in his hand, Feng Chen raised his head and stared intently at the wall calendar on the wall, which showed that in the twentieth year of the Republic of China, the Gengzi day of the Wuxu month of the Xinwei year, October 12, 1931 in the Western calendar.

This seemingly ordinary day will no longer be ordinary, it will be deeply engraved in the depths of my heart, and it will be firmly imprinted in my mind.

Half a glass of wine was eaten again, Feng Chen got up and moved the chair towards the desk against the wall, took a stack of letterhead paper on the desk, put down the wine glass, picked up the pen, and began to write a letter to his cousin Su Mingzheng, who was far away in Wuhan.

"Ming Zheng's cousin Taijian: Foolish brother, after returning to Shanghai from studying in Japan at the beginning of the year, he served as a member of the Standing Committee of the "Patriotic Cultural League", and often participated in the radical activities of Shanghai's literary and artistic circles......"

"In March, with the care and help of his mentor Zhao Shouyi, my brother founded the "Literature and Art Weekly", and because the younger brother took the lead in disclosing the news of the murder of the five gentlemen of the Patriotic Cultural League in the form of letters from readers, the authorities used this to characterize the "Literature and Art Weekly" as a red publication and seize it......

"My brother is living in Shanghai and is unsustainable, so I hope my brother will help my brother ......"

After the letter was written, Feng Chen read it carefully, gently dried the ink on the letterhead, folded it and put it into the envelope, and neatly wrote the address on the envelope:

"Send: Major General Su Mingzheng of the Wuhan Xingyuan Military Training Department of the National Revolutionary Army."

After doing this, Feng Chen washed up briefly and went upstairs to rest.

Lying on the bed, Feng Chen tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and in the afternoon in the "Ainon Cafe" on Nanjing Road, the scene of meeting and talking with his own party introducers An Zhida and Zheng Liangcai appeared in front of him from time to time.

"Feng Chen, your application organization has been approved, I am Comrade Liangcai as your introducer, here today, on behalf of the organization, we officially accept you as one of us, your organizational relationship is in the Central Special Branch, in the future, the three of us will be a party group, because of environmental reasons, the oath ceremony will be exempted." An Zhida said with his right hand on the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Feng Chen took a deep breath, looked at An Zhida and said, "Comrade Zhida, please assign me a task." ”

An Zhida stirred the coffee in the cup, looked left and right, and said in a low voice: "After understanding your social relations, the organization believes that it is best for you to participate less in radical activities in the literary and artistic circles at present, and at the appropriate time, you should use the network resources of your father and your cousin to break into the Shanghai Social Bureau and collect intelligence for the organization." ”

Feng Chen listened carefully, nodded and said, "Then when I go back today, I will write a letter to my cousin in Wuhan." ”

An Zhida leaned forward and said: "Comrade Feng Chen, you are studying journalism, and you have not undergone strict training in intelligence work before, but I want to tell you one thing, intelligence work, like journalism work, requires six ways to see, ears to listen to all directions, use your heart, use your brain, and find valuable things in seemingly ordinary details." ”

"Comrade Zhida, I remember your words." Feng Chen picked up the coffee cup, took a sip and replied.

"Comrade Feng Chen, you must always keep in mind that you are joining a secret organization, and ordinary members of the organization do not know your true identity, and in the future, you must fade red, disguise yourself as gray, or even black, and find an opportunity to penetrate the heart of the enemy." An Zhida stared at Feng Chen and solemnly instructed.

"I see, Comrade Zhida!" Feng Chen nodded and replied.

Before leaving the café, Zheng Liangcai, who had not spoken, patted Feng Chen on the shoulder and said: "Comrade Feng Chen, you must protect yourself, your prominent background and your intelligence are your best protective umbrella, but in order to better carry out your work in a complex struggle environment, at the appropriate time, the organization will send you to intelligence work training." ”

Thinking of this, he turned over on the bed, and Feng Chen's mind appeared again in his childhood, on the streets of Pudong, Shanghai, when he was shining shoes, in the cold wind, a pair of small hands were red from the cold, just to be able to earn a few more copper plates, to reduce the burden on his mother, so that the mother and son would not starve.

Although her mother Su Yixian is a beautiful girl, she has no choice but to live a hard life, and after marrying her father, who is also an official eunuch, she has hardly enjoyed a day of happiness; Xiucai's father was a master of arithmetic and was keen on the movement, and when he was young, he joined the League and devoted almost all of his family resources to the national revolutionary activities.

After the decline of the family, her mother Su Yixian took the young brothers and sisters Feng Chen, Feng Wu, and Feng Wan, relying on her mother's financial support and pawnbrokers, and lived a very difficult life.

When Feng Chen was eight years old, his grandparents died one after another, and his mother, who was really unsustainable, took Feng Chen's brothers and sisters to Shanghai to join her husband Feng Wenxuan.

In a fit of anger, Su Yixian, a mother with a strong personality, took her three children and taught workers to read and write in the shantytown of Pudong, Shanghai, while eight-year-old Feng Chen and her five-year-old brother Feng Wu shined shoes on the street to reduce the burden on their mother.

The hard life of childhood left an indelible imprint on Feng Chen's mind, and since then, Feng Chen has developed a deep hatred for his father.

Although Feng Wenxuan did not financially support Feng Chen's mother and son, he still cared about the growth of his children, and when Feng Chen was nine years old, Feng Wenxuan asked a friend to introduce Feng Chen to Shanghai Lida School for free admission.

During his years as a student, Feng Chen joined the "Free Youth" group, which advocated the establishment of an "anarchic society without orders, obedience, and sanctions."

In 1925, when the May Day Movement broke out, Feng Chen, who was only 15 years old, actively participated in radical activities such as strikes, market boycotts, and school boycotts.

Recalling his childhood, Feng Chen had a nightmare in a daze.

In the dream, he was taking his younger brother and sister to play in a dense forest, and suddenly, a group of fierce wolves jumped out of the jungle and pounced on the three brothers and sisters......

Feng Chen woke up from his dream, broke out in a cold sweat, and faintly there seemed to be a real gunshot in the distance. In the chaotic and complicated Shanghai, where various forces compete, it is normal for a few gunshots to sound in the dead of night.

"Bang, bang" There were two more gunshots, this time the gunshots were very crisp, the sound seemed to come from the entrance of the alley, Feng Chen quickly turned over and got out of bed, walked lightly to the window, slowly opened the corner of the curtain, and looked in the direction of the alley, the alley was pitch black, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Feng Chen had no intention of sleeping anymore, groping in the dark to put on his clothes, sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, thinking to himself, although Shanghai is chaotic, but this is a concession after all, who will let go of the gun at this time? Could it be that a group of spies from the Central Investigation Department of the Kuomintang are chasing and killing their comrades?

After a while, Feng Chen adjusted to the darkness in the room, and with his familiarity with the furnishings in the attic, he cautiously walked down from the upper floor, leaning against the door and listening carefully to the movement outside.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk" three knocks sounded, Feng Chen was startled, held his breath, listened, there seemed to be a heavy panting sound outside the door.

Feng Chen cautiously fumbled for a wine bottle in the wine cabinet, and touched the door again, and there were two more knocks on the door.

Feng Chen stabilized his mind, took a deep breath, raised the wine bottle with his right hand, gently removed the door bolt with his left hand, and opened the door a gap, "Goodong" sounded, and someone in the dark shadow slammed the door open and rolled into the room.