The bumpy road is snow-white. Molotov, accompanied by his attendants, boarded a special railway train to the Far East. After a long time of running, I finally got to Komsomolsk. When he got off the train, he was already tired.

However, Molotov did not stop and did not have time to comfort these front-line defenders. After getting off the train, he boarded the car bound for the border, and he was to rush to China at once, on the way Stalin had already urged him several times, and he was not allowed to stop for a moment.

The rapid march along the way, starting from the morning sun when it was angry, and in the afternoon, Molotov and his party arrived on the border line. As long as you cross the border, you will be Fuyuan, the border city of China. However, when they were about to enter the military buffer zone between the two sides, they were stopped by the Chinese border defenders.

"Please show the invitation to enter the country." The platoon commander of the border post stood in front of Molotov with an expressionless face, and said in a tone comparable to the harsh winter.

Entry invitation paperwork, what is this. Through the translation of the translator, Molotov was puzzled, he had not heard of this before. He was visiting China as the Soviet Union's No. 2 mission, taking the normal diplomatic route, and the Chinese side also agreed to his diplomatic visit. I can't even enter someone's house, how should I sing the play in the future?

"This comrade, I am a Soviet ** Simolotov, and I entered China for an official diplomatic visit. Here are my documents. At this time, Molotov was very angry and unhappy, and it was really humiliating to be blocked by a small soldier. But considering the purpose of this trip, he did not show this mood on his face. Even if the identity gap between the two is vastly different, at this moment, it is still necessary to bow down. Save the extra branches.

Li Shuangyang took the tightly wrapped fat man in front of him and handed over the documents. However, he did not immediately check the documents, but said directly: "Although we in China also have such a name, it is not the same as your comrades in the Soviet Union at all. So please don't call me by your name, you can call me Platoon Commander Li or not. But one thing I hope you will remember is that I am not your comrade, my comrade is my comrade-in-arms. ”

Li Shuangyang understands Russian and can speak, but he doesn't bother to speak Russian, so he can understand what Molotov says. However, Molotov couldn't understand what the other party was saying, and when he saw Li Shuangyang Jila talking a lot, he looked at the translator next to him with a puzzled expression.

The translator was also very conscientious, and immediately explained Li Shuangyang's words, he didn't dare to add fuel to the fire, you must know that the Chinese on the other side can understand Russian. He knows very well what kind of purpose this line of work holds, and how dare he do it again.

After listening to the translation's words, Molotov's unhappiness in his heart was even worse. It was the first time he had met the first officer who dared to speak to him like this, and although this man was not a Soviet officer, he was not courteous when he went abroad. And when he came to China, not only did he bump on the train for more than ten days, but he was about to enter the other party's border, and he was treated like this, how could he not be angry. But he didn't show any of that.

"This Platoon Commander Li, can we go over?" Molotov forcibly suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and pretended to be very natural and spoke.

"Wait, I'll take a look." Li Shuangyang looked at the documents in his hand, all of them were written in Russian, but it was difficult for him. After reading it, he immediately said: "I still need to confirm this document, you just wait here!" ”

Before Li Shuangyang left, he also instructed his comrades-in-arms: "Look at them, if anyone dares to cross the border line before I come, take it for me." ”

Seeing that Li Shuangyang had taken away his documents, before Molotov could speak, the interpreter beside him hurriedly explained: "Dear Comrade Molotov,......, at the same time warned us not to cross the border, otherwise the Chinese soldiers on the opposite side would arrest us." ”

Molotov didn't know how long it had been since he was so angry, but in the Soviet Union, he had always worn the same pants as Stalin. Who dares to disobey him for half a sentence, it can be said that one person is above tens of thousands of people, and the scenery is infinite. Whoever touched him was not attentive, who dared to make him wait for half a moment, or in such ice and snow.

But on the small border line of China, he suffered an unforgettable encounter for the rest of his life, and was left aside by a petty Chinese officer and given a warning. He had never been treated like this, but now that his form is stronger than others, can he just turn back? Predictably, if he did, Stalin would be the first to clean him up. With a cold reception on one side and Stalin's anger on the other, he wisely chose to endure it.

Li Shuangyang, who returned to the outpost, casually put the document aside, brewed a pot of fragrant tea with peace of mind, and tasted it carefully. The boss has already explained that Molotov will pass through his line, but the boss will give him a little hardship. He was happy to do so, and let the Soviet No. 2 get a taste of the snow outside.

Before he could finish his hot tea, the phone rang, and he got up and grabbed it.

"Li Shuangyang, have the Soviets arrived?"

"Captain, it's already here, and now you're eating snowflakes in the snow?"

"Well done, but don't overdo it. Don't make any diplomatic incidents, let the degree be up to you. ”

"I see, I'll go out and let them go later."

"They could only come in with two people and take them directly to the temporary airfield No. 4, where the plane was already waiting."

"Yes, I promise they won't come in with three people."

Hanging up the phone, Li Shuangyang picked up the document and gently slapped it on the table. He had to think about what to do next.

Ten minutes later, Li Shuangyang reappeared on the border line and returned the documents to Molotov, who didn't know if it was because of freezing or other reasons, and his face was pale.

"The documents are real, you can pass." After Li Shuangyang finished speaking, he waved his right hand, as if he was chasing ducks.

Molotov's face turned pale, and he actually made him wait here for ten minutes in vain. Coupled with Li Shuangyang's disdainful actions, he was about to run away. However, what happened next made him almost unable to hold back the anger in his heart. Is there such a contempt for people? A dignified Soviet second-in-command who has been despised many times by a small officer in another country, or a polar bear who has always been arrogant, Molotov's anger in his heart can be imagined.

The Chinese side just wanted to kill the arrogance in the hearts of the Soviet Union, telling them that as long as they entered China, it was the dragon that wanted to coil it for me, and the tiger that wanted to lie down for me. You Soviets are nothing in the eyes of my China.

When Molotov was about to lead his team into China, except for himself and his interpreter, even the attendants were stopped.

"According to our Chinese rules, you can only enter two people."

Molotov swallowed the anger in his heart and said, "These are my bodyguards, and they are responsible for our safety. And there is also my driver here, and without a driver, do you want me to walk to Hanjing. ”

"You don't need to worry about that. We are responsible for your trip and personal safety, and we will never let you feel the slightest danger. Li Shuangyang fundamentally ignored Molotov's words and was not moved in the slightest.

No matter what Molotov said, he couldn't change Li Shuangyang's attitude, and in the end, he had no way to stick to his ideas, so he could only let the bodyguards and entourage behind him go back. I took the interpreter and went to the military jeep that China had prepared for them.

However, what made him even more angry was that the jeep only had a rain cloth on it, and it could not stop the cold wind except for the snowflakes. But the car is already on the road, and there is no way for him to regret it. I can only hide from the ubiquitous cold wind.

Perhaps it was because the heavens looked at him pitifully, and after the car entered Fuyuan City, the heavy snow stopped. The wind wasn't that strong anymore, which made him feel a lot better.

The next trip was relatively smooth, and I never saw anyone like Li Shuangyang again, nor did I suffer any kind of unfair treatment. The courtesy is no, at least not what happened before. Soon he was on the plane to Hanjing.

At dusk, Molotov's plane landed at the Hanjing Civil Airport. But then it was completely different from what Molotov thought, as if he was an inconsequential person, there was no so-called red carpet, there was no welcoming crowd. There were only two or three kittens outside the entire plane, and they all looked like they were Soviet. Not a single Chinese.

As soon as he stepped off the plane, the Soviets who picked him up quickly approached him.

"Who are you, what's going on, why isn't there even a little welcome ceremony." Molotov did not have a good mood along the way.

"Comrade President, we are officials of the Soviet Office in China, and we have come to greet you. As for the Chinese side, their people had gone to welcome Colin in Germany, so ......" The people who came saw Molotov's face getting darker and darker, and his voice became lower and lower, and in the end he simply stopped talking.

At this time, on the other side of the airport, a rather grand welcome ceremony was being held, and Colin, who had come to Germany, was a little flattered to see such a scene. It was not the first time he had come to China, and it was the first time that he had such a welcoming ceremony. In particular, the neat military band, and the honor guard of the three armed services that lined up to welcome him, made his vanity feel greatly satisfied.

The two completely different scenes made the anger in Molotov's eyes almost materialize.

"Humph! Let's go. "Molotov couldn't stay any longer, not because of the cold, but because he really didn't have the face to stay here anymore. What if what happened to him at this moment appeared in the media. As a result, he didn't dare to think about it.

Two veteran cars slowly drove out of the airport, not waiting for them to take to the avenue. was stopped by the traffic police, and then a welcoming convoy appeared in front of Molotov's eyes, and the other party also drove out of the airport. You don't have to think about it to know that this is the convoy that welcomes Colin.

(To be continued)