In the silent room, there was only the ticking sound of the stopwatch of the table clock, like the footsteps of time walking through the room, and the noodles were spread out on the bed, and the floor next to the bed was littered with all kinds of newspapers, current affairs news, literary evening newspapers, and unpopular lace tabloids.

He marked every article related to himself, a large circle drawn in red ink. The newspaper was smeared, making the red circle look like a pool of fresh blood, red and glaring.

Midai Ono walked from the living room, her little heels stepped on the wooden floor, making a crisp click, and as soon as she reached the door, she heard the sound of paper being folded, she pushed the door open, and Tan Jing was throwing a newspaper on the floor.

She picked up the nearest newspaper to herself, and the place where she marked it was a eulogy, mourning Yue Shixing, the last president of Chaosheng Daily. Signed under the title is a pseudonym, and the author hides behind the pseudonym, and he criticizes and scolds him bitterly, saying that he has killed a man of great character and is a sinner in the whole coast.

Ono took a cursory look at the article, sneered disdainfully, and picked up the second and third copies. The content of the articles is similar, but the subject matter is rich and colorful, including reviews, essays, eulogies, modern poems, ancient style poems, and even civilized drama books based on Tan Jing and Miangu Shinfu.

She gritted her teeth and put away the scattered newspapers one by one, there was still a stack on the side of Tan Jing's pillow, his expression was blank, he looked through the newspapers one by one, if there was anything about himself, he marked them, read them all word for word, and let out a sigh of relief if he didn't, and put the newspaper on the small table next to the bed.

Ono snatched the newspaper he was reading from Tan Jing's hand, then took all the stacks by his pillow, picked them up along with the ones he had put away before, took them to the kitchen, threw them all into the stove, and burned them. When she returned to the bedroom, Tan Jingzheng looked at the pen in her hand with a dull expression, and Ono Meidai rushed over again, took the pen away, and put on the cap.

"The branch is dead." She spoke the first words.

Tan Jing rolled his eyes and cast his gaze on her face: "You are really a messenger who specializes in bringing bad news...... His face was pale and gray, and he still looked decadent.

The dreary twilight of the bedroom infuriated Maida Ono, and she grabbed the curtain that covered half of the window and slammed it open, and the pale sunlight rushed into the room, illuminating Tan Jing's blue-gray face miserably.

"What are you going to do?" He asked feebly.

"I'm going to bring you back to life." She turned, reached out her hands and grabbed the collar of Tan Jing's pajamas, and half-dragged him off the bed. The rough movements squeezed his wounds, and the whole room was filled with the sound of him gasping.

"Who are you mourning for? Yue Shixing or Miangu Jinfu? Or is it a branch? She said, pressing him to the windowsill and reaching out to push it open, "If it really hurts because of their deaths, then it is better to simply end yourself." ”

Ono Meidai said, leaning down and touching Tan Jing's ear: "You should know that the party-state does not raise waste. ”

"Now it's the consulate, the coastal authorities, and the Japanese military department that are raising me." Tan Jing didn't struggle, his face was pressed against the cold windowsill, the thorns on the wood pierced his cheeks, like a wound accidentally made by shaving his beard, and there was an unexpected slight pain, "I receive a tripartite allowance." ”

The depressed mood made him emaciated, and his pajamas were empty and clinging to his body, making people suspect that it was not his body that held his clothes up, but a skeleton. Ono pinched his neck with one hand and the shoulder blade of the skeleton with the other. She didn't know how to answer Tan Jing's self-deprecating sentence, which was not only full of self-deprecation, but also self-defeating.

The young man should cherish his feathers, and she suddenly realized that it was no one else who was mourning, but her own feathers, but in the name of the deceased...... Maybe he is also mourning the dead, if so, then he is mourning three people, Yue Shixing, who is revered by him, the branch that blocked the gun for him, and talked to neutral reporters about Xinjiang.

"Get up and talk about competition." She pulled him up from the windowsill with a force in her hand. Ono couldn't hold the weight of an adult man, and threw him back into bed, "I was a neutral reporter before, and I was respected, and I was even known as 'the last reporter in the Marina to speak up', which is really a good reputation, isn't it?" Whether it is Chongqing or Yan'an, which one of the people who carries out the hidden mission is not to join the enemy camp, occupy a high position, and be a traitor who is scolded by thousands of people? You're the only ......"

Ono Meidai said, pounced on him, and dragged him up from the bed again: "Only you, you have flowers and honors, you still have merit and achievements, are you too lucky, ah?" Yes! ”

Tan Jing's lifeless face finally had an expression, as if he had never thought about it, and stared at Ono Maida in a panic and blank.

"Now that the skin of this light offering has been stripped off, I feel that I can't stand it." Tears welled up in her eyes, the room was filled with smoke, and a burnt smell came from the kitchen, but no one bothered to ask.

"What do you have to be wronged about? It's just that someone wrote an article and poked the backbone, haven't you poked someone else? You suspect that the canopy is a spy and shoot him in the arm! Ono coughed and scolded, the smoke getting thicker and thicker, and she blinked her eyes vigorously, her face covered with tears.

"Get up, stand up, you stand up for me!" She scolded and pulled him up against the wall, her hands pressed hard against his shoulders, "Didn't anyone restore your reputation?" Hanshan, what you have done has already been reported back to the rear, and after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War in Japan, you can still receive flowers and be embraced, but what about me? ”

Tan Jing sobered up a little from the severe pain, and reached out to grab her hand to save the wound that might have been torn.

"And me? I will always be a Japanese, hated by my own people, and even if I accept the commendation, I will never be able to get rid of this sinful nationality. She was very emotional, but even under such excitement, she still kept her voice down. Tan Jing was right, he needed a space not to be monitored, and she needed it too.

"Who are you mourning?" She asked him, "Is it someone who has died, or is it the good name you just lost?" ”

Tan Jing looked at her with tears in his eyes. What exactly is he mourning, this is really a good question, he is mourning everyone, mourning his respected division commander, mourning the well rope who introduced him to Yan'an, mourning a branch who obviously knows nothing, but inexplicably gave his life to the wall, and himself who has just fallen from heaven to hell, but what should be mourned most is this country, which should have let its citizens live and work in peace and contentment, and let its citizens be the masters of its own country.

He was mourning this painful time.

The smoke in the room grew thicker and thicker, finally alarming the neighbors, and someone began to bang on the door while shouting "it's on fire" and there was a bustling sound outside the window.

"Open your eyes and see, talk," she said sadly in the smoky room, "and the country is so ruined that no one wants to have a good life." ”

A bucket of water spilled through the open window, drenching the two of them, and it turned out that the police and firefighters thought that there was no one in the house, so they hurriedly broke through the window. When the people who jumped in saw them, they were stunned for a moment, and then they scolded: "Are you blind! The smoke is so thick, what are you doing in a daze! If you want to die, don't drag down the people on the first floor! ”

He coughed and shouted, and in three steps and two steps he broke out of the bedroom and ran towards the kitchen. The two people looked at each other wet, and Tan Jing slowly lowered his head, like a gasp, and like a wry smile, coughed up a large mouthful of blood, and shriveled down the wall.

The first to break in extinguished the half-lit fire in the kitchen, and opened the door to let people inside. Ono doesn't make a fire, so the fire is stuffed in layers of newspapers and can't catch up, giving rise to a lot of smoke.

Strangers hustle and bustle in the hallway and kitchen, and Midai Ono in the bedroom fell to the ground with Tan Jing lying on her back, both of them shivering.