Lu Zhaopeng said to Bai Ling quietly: "Before Political Commissar Jiang went to the mountains to go to the 36th Army, he had already planned this conspiracy with the authorities. Bai Ling repeated her words again: "If we succeed, we must first settle accounts with traitors, they are too despicable. Lu Zhaopeng said: "The account of his surname Jiang must not be calculated until it is successful." ”

A grim atmosphere enveloped the two houses, and the clouds of embarrassment and chaos that had permeated their hearts because of the special relationship between fake couples dissipated. Lu Zhaopeng was ordered to be transferred into the city to replace the comrades who had been filled in the dry wells; A more sinister environment requires a more covert approach, and forming a fake couple with Bai Ling is a covert way. Lu Zhaopeng said to Bai Ling: "Everything about us personally is not important. He hinted at this special relationship to her, and his heart was filled with pride after the desolation: "Let us weave a new web again. Bai Ling said: "I am proud that the party asked me to assist you in the crisis. The dry well was filled in, and I am still proud. Lu Zhaopeng snorted: "Don't think about being filled in the well first, weave our net first!" Eat those flies and mosquitoes, and let's have a good time. Bai Ling smiled and said, "I don't eat flies or mosquitoes, I'm disgusting!" Lu Zhaopeng also smiled: "If you don't eat it, let it all go to me, I dare to eat flies, mosquitoes, poisonous insects, and beasts." ”

When she should go to bed after late at night, Bai Ling couldn't say the word "sleep" when she wanted to remind Lu Zhaopeng, and at that moment she realized that she was actually still a woman; The disadvantages and obstacles of women in this special environment cannot be shaken off even the slightest. She finally didn't say the word "sleep", but silently grabbed a brown broom and swept up the bed, but her heart was pounding. She spread out a quilt, and then another quilt, and the beating of her heart intensified to the point that her two sideburns flicked frequently; She became even more hesitant to put one pillow down to a second, and the pillow burned her cheeks like a hot object. Lu Zhaopeng turned around, seemed to see her embarrassment, bent down and took out a tung oil cloth from under the bed and spread it on the brick floor, picked up a quilt roll from the bed and threw it on the tarpaulin, then snatched the pillow from her hand and put it on the floor, and whispered: "I have already prepared." Bai Ling's sudden embarrassment suddenly fell back, and there was a kind of cold silence in his heart. She said, "Let me sleep on the floor." Lu Zhaopeng pointed to the door with his finger, lowered his voice and said, "I'll sleep on the ground to block the wolf for you." With that, he blew out the kerosene glass cover lamp, and the room suddenly became dark. He lay down on the floor, still reminiscing about the casual words he had just said about "blocking the wolf", and was proud of the wit of his pun.

In fact, Lu Zhaopeng's heart was more embarrassed than Bai Ling, he saw Bai Ling's shyness, and he also saw her innocence, and he was already married and knew the actual content of sharing a bed. He is older than her, and besides, she has the same relationship with her younger brother Zhaohai, and it is his brother-in-law. He had to maintain the dignity of a leader without damaging his brother's face. He was embarrassed at the first sight of her, but he tried to hide it. His ability to hide the tension, joy and pain of his heart is extraordinary and sophisticated.

He is still proud of his words of "blocking the wolf", which not only relieves his own embarrassment, but also relieves Bai Ling's embarrassment, as long as he gets through the most difficult first night, the embarrassment will disappear from the two of them. He lay on the floor, the room was silent, and he could tell by feeling that Bai Ling was still sitting upright on the bed. In a flat but sincere tone, he said, "Sleep." But I couldn't hear her reaction. After a long silence, Lu Zhaopeng finally heard the sound of Bai Ling taking off his clothes; There was a strange warm atmosphere in the room, an indescribable aura that Bai Ling's body radiated into the space. The scene of his first wedding night suddenly popped into his mind, and a thick cloud of sorrow rose in his mind.

Bai Ling was much simpler. At first, she struggled with placing pillows side by side or at both ends, but when Lu Zhaopeng lay down on the floor, she was suddenly relieved. She couldn't tell what her sudden heartbeat and face burned for, it seemed to be just a hazy and vague image, or a female instinct. This instinctive obstacle arose when she undressed, and even when she blew the lamp and took it off in the dark, she still felt cramped. When her hand touched the button on her chest, her heart beat uncontrollably; When I unbuckled my trousers with both hands, I even felt a trembling for no reason. She hastily took off her clothes and pants and slipped into the quilt, and her heart gradually became comfortable. She laughed at herself again, a fake baby is not a baby after all! Bai Ling lay silently, smelling a strange and alluring breath, which was the breath of a man who was sleeping on the ground and radiated into the space, but there was a wonderful feeling of swinging in his heart......

Bai Ling's most obvious and beautiful memory of his original hometown is the Qingming Festival. Every family went to the grave to burn paper after having lunch in advance, and then gathered in the ancestral hall to gather to pay tribute to the ancestors of the old generation, and then gathered on the grinding field in an eclectic manner.

There is a bluestone stone mill used by officials in the north lane of the village, and some people grind the husk of the millet on the mill all year round, or crush the grain grains, and then get the yellow millet and the finely crushed grain grits. To the south of the mill pan are two straight and towering toon trees, whose brown bark cracks and peels off year after year, revealing new purple-red bark; The newly haired leaves exude a rich fragrance, making them an ideal swing shelf. Heiwa tied a leather rope the thickness of a rolling staff to the trouser belt in her waist, and climbed up with the dexterity and agility of a monkey, and tied the leather rope firmly to the thighs, and the two leather ropes were tied to a plank three feet above the ground. In order to make everyone feel down-to-earth and not worry about the loosening of the leather rope, Heiwa took the lead in jumping on the pedal board and was the first to swing. Heiwa was the first to swing high to the limit, and the person in the air showed an inverted posture with his feet up and his head down; The pedalboard under his feet hit a branch and became the symbol of the highest swing, and then the people who stepped on the swing tried to break that record. Heiwa's posture is also the most free and beautiful, when the swing swings into the air, the arms are stretched out and the body forms a cross; When he contracted his arms, the leather rope crackled in the air, causing the faint-hearted to let out bursts of cheer and exclamation. There are still a few people who can swing the swing to the height of the black baby, both young and in the prime of life. Father Bai Jiaxuan always went to the shelf after everyone had tried it once, and the action of starting was powerful but clumsy, he could only swing to the height of the two leather ropes straightened and leveled in the air, and the shape was like an eagle with flat wings and calmly hovering in the sky. As soon as Lu Zilin got on the swing, it caused an uproar. He doesn't win with height, but with tricks. One moment he sat on the pedal board, and the next he slept on it; He dared to take his feet off the pedal and hold the leather rope with both hands, and shrunk his body into a ball; He could pinch his nose with one free hand and blow his nose in the air, deliberately making a series of loud farts that provoked an affectionate scolding under the tree.

Lu Zhaopeng went to school outside, and it was rare to meet Qingming Festival in his hometown, and Bai Ling only saw it once. At that time, Lu Zhaopeng was wearing a navy blue uniform, and he tried to surpass the record set by Heiwa as soon as he got started. His movements are uncoordinated and his technique is unskilled, but he works hard. When stepping on the elevation close to Heiwa, a cheer sounded under the tree, and Bailu Village had another good swing player. At this moment, a terrible thing happened, when the pedal was higher than his shoulder, he actually took off the pedal with both feet, and suddenly a panicked scream sounded under the tree. Bai Ling was also so frightened that he screamed "Mom". Lu Zhaopeng swung two times in the air with his arms before stepping on the board again. When Lu Zhaopeng jumped from the swing to the ground, people were pinching the root of Lu Zilin's nose to save his life......

This is the only relaxed and lively day of the year, regardless of the age of men and women, regardless of the dignity of the family, you can gather to the mill to indulge in laughter, you can go to the swing frame to perform, show a time, especially the big girl and the little daughter-in-law, can not be constrained by the in-laws and the rules of the family of the family, throw the long braid into the air, and also spread the happy laughter to the sky. Bai Ling's swing back to the stone grinding field is the smallest of the female babies, and although the swing height cannot be compared with that of adults, it is also amazing. When she bent down and pushed the pedal board forward to the air, she felt a kind of heartiness, and when the swing fell back from the sky, she felt a kind of fear, the wind whistled in her ears, her body floated like a fallen leaf, her heart shrunk tightly, and trembled slightly......

Bai Ling couldn't sleep, wondering how he could think of the past of the swing, and couldn't help but say, "Brother Zhaopeng, do you remember the danger of hitting the swing that time?" Lu Zhaopeng didn't fall asleep either, and said with a smile: "I really want to go back to the original and play the swing again!"

When Bai Ling woke up the next morning, Lu Zhaopeng was already fully dressed, folded the quilt and pillow and sent it back to the bed, and rolled up the tarpaulin and stuffed it under the bed. Bai Ling hurriedly put on his clothes and pants and jumped out of bed. Lu Zhaopeng said: "According to the general family custom, the wife should get up one step earlier than her husband, clean the room with washing water, and then make breakfast. For the first time today, I can be forgiven. Bai Ling stuck out his tongue and grimaced, and got busy. After breakfast, Lu Zhaopeng handed a lock of paper to her and said, "Send it to the root of the north wall of the south hall of Baxiantai." Bai Ling took the note, and the nerves in his entire body became tense and excited. Lu Zhaopeng said: "You are now a devout Taoist. When I got to the door, I forgot to buy a wax paper watch. ”

From then on, Bai Ling began this secret work. One day, Bai Ling said to Lu Zhaopeng, "That net is weaving, right?" Lu Zhaopeng said: "Not yet. We're two good spiders. Bai Ling asked: "It's been the past, do you think I have any loopholes in being a fake wife?" The owner's wife is a thief. Lu Zhaopeng sighed and said, "There don't seem to be any obvious loopholes. Do you see any loopholes?" Bai Ling said, "Yes." Lu Zhaopeng hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?" Bai Ling didn't say anything.

It was five or six days after she had just moved here, Lu Zhaopeng went out, and Bai Ling sat on the steps to mend Lu Zhaopeng's pair of socks. The landlord, Mrs. Wei, kindly sent a sock last. Bai Ling stuffed the last into the socks and tried it, and the last was really sewn, and he said grateful words again and again. Mrs. Wei asked, "Why do you always run to the thatched house at night?" Bai Ling couldn't figure out the meaning of his words for a while, so he just lowered his head and tied his socks. Mrs. Wei instructed her in a caring tone of the elderly: "How convenient it would be to have a night pot urinal." In the future, it will be cold and snowy, and the thatched hut will not freeze to death!" Bai Ling suddenly realized the loopholes left by the fake couple, and also judged that the old lady had no evil intentions, so he immediately responded: "My husband can't smell urine, and it hurts me...... No matter how cold it is, you have to run to the thatched house. Mrs. Wei smacked her cigarette, pursed the corners of her mouth, and said sophistically: "There are many problems in men's families, almost all men have a strange problem, and my old shopkeeper is to blame for it......"

Bai Ling never mentioned this to Lu Zhaopeng, and saying it would make the two of them even more embarrassed, so he said: "Fake is always fake." You asked, I've covered it up. But...... It's really hard to cheat. After Bai Ling finished speaking, he looked at Lu Zhaopeng, and found that he didn't pay much attention to his topic, and seemed to be absent-minded, so he asked, "Is something not going well?" Lu Zhaopeng didn't look up, and said in a low voice: "Something happened to County Magistrate Hao!" Bai Ling seemed to have given someone a blow to the waist: "Ah......" Lu Zhaopeng said: "It's still the traitor's secret." ”

Bai Ling couldn't bear this heavy blow and became depressed and silent. Lu Zhaopeng reminded her several times that "Sensei showed her flaws", but he couldn't make her completely change. In her mind, day and night, the witty round face of County Magistrate Hao appeared in her mind, and she reproduced the scene of seeing County Magistrate Hao in Zishui County again and again, and inexplicably conjured up the tragic scene of County Magistrate Hao being stuffed into a sack and thrown into a dry well. When Lu Zhaopeng couldn't persuade him, he actually hardened his heart and said: "Comrade Bai Ling, a person who is a communist in China has to cultivate hard kung fu that can swallow a knife, and it is not enough to rely on ordinary tenacity. Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, glanced at Zhaopeng, and was still silent. Lu Zhaopeng said: "Otherwise, do I dare to tell you something important?" Bai Ling finally overflowed two tears: "Look, Brother Zhaopeng...... I can do this hard kung fu!" As he spoke, he threw himself into Lu Zhaopeng's arms, trembling and almost unable to stand, and burst out from between his teeth one by one, "I have ...... A knife...... Swallow it......" Lu Zhaopeng hugged Bai Ling's violently trembling body, raised his right hand to rub her hair, and then grabbed Bai Ling's shoulders with both hands to pull her away from his body, staring coldly at Bai Ling's close eyes and said, "County Magistrate Hao was killed today!" Bai Ling glared and asked, "Fill in the dry well again?" Lu Zhaopeng said: "No, this time it was a shooting. Yue Weishan deliberately wanted to bring people back from the city, and the killing ground was on the White Deer Plain. Bai Ling said: "Kill a hundred people!" Lu Zhaopeng sat down on Bai Ling's shoulder and said, "We still have to learn to contain hatred. ”