Before the liberation, especially in a metropolis like Shanghai, there were many secret prisons, all of which were held by revolutionaries and dissidents - and they found this small, well-fortified building. It is not too surprising when it is nominally an enemy command post, but in fact a secret prison.

The upper two floors are office quarters, and almost every office has been converted into a 'shooting' fire stronghold, with windows broken and sandbags piled up with machine guns mounted on them. During the clearance, there was limited resistance, some enemies fired cold guns in the corridors, and some even tried to pull grenades and died together. The instructors assigned their limited strength to each office, and there were not many people on hand.

At this time, someone found a secret 'door' to the basement.

The instructor sent people to hurry back along the same route to report to the regiment headquarters and organize the transportation of the wounded. As soon as Qiē arranged a stop, he called two fighters and went with him to the basement. Among these two fighters, there was the old man Cai at that time. At that time, he was still Cai Xiaogui.

He was wearing an ill-fitting and wide military uniform, holding a gun, with the nose wide open, protecting the instructor's side, and if a cold gun hit, he would definitely go out of his way to block the instructor's bullets. In the basement is a dark 'mixed' concrete staircase, with a low roof, a narrow corridor like a cellar, and the walls around it are all 'concrete'. Such underground structures are very rare, and the instructors and fighters look at each other. No one can figure out what this is for.

According to Mr. Cai's recollection, the place was poorly ventilated, very stuffy, and the surrounding area was as silent as death. I had just experienced a bloody battle, and the sound of bullets was still chirping in my ears, and it was extremely uncomfortable to suddenly arrive in such a 'gloomy' and dead place. There is a feeling of pressure that you can't breathe.

A little further on, they finally understood what it was for. They saw cells next to each other.

The metal 'door' of the cell was thick and cold, with only a small window that could not be opened. The instructor tugged on the handle and found that it was tightly locked. He asked people to go upstairs to find sappers, and it took a lot of effort to pry open the 'door', and it was dark and terrifying. The soldiers shone their flashlights on it, but the cell was not large, and there was no one empty. There is also an extremely unpleasant stench that can be concluded that it is not untouchable. Rather, it is quite possible that the comrades inside were executed not so long ago.

The fighters were filled with righteous indignation, and they did not feel fear at all, and a fire was put on the 'door' of their brains, and the 'door' mind was to rescue all the comrades and strike a severe blow at these reactionaries who had no 'humanity' at all.

They opened the prison doors one by one, and found some dying prisoners in some of the cells, who had no sunlight and no nutrition for many years, and who were white and thin, and whose eyes were blind. Ask without knowing anything, like a fool.

Although their identities need to be screened, no matter what their origins, they should be revolutionary comrades who can be locked up in the cells of the reactionaries, and the fighters have rescued all of them. At this time, they arrived at a cell, and the sapper pried the 'door' open, and the flashlight shone in, and the scene inside made everyone stunned.

There were two people in this cell. These two men were dressed very strangely, their prison uniforms were already ragged, their hair was long, and even their beards were old. But unlike the other prisoners, these two people are in a very good state of mind, and not only that, they are still playing chess.

On the ground is a rough five-line grid with stones on it, and you take me one step at a time. The most surprising thing for the fighters was that the two men played blind chess. It was already dark in the cell, and they still tied the torn strips of clothes to their eyes, and grabbed stones by feeling. After entering, the location of the stone should be reported.

Voices were heard outside, and one of the prisoners untied the strip of cloth from his eye. It seemed that he hadn't seen the light for a long time, and his eyes narrowed quickly when he was suddenly stabbed by the light of the flashlight.

The instructor was very experienced, so he quickly asked someone to extinguish the flashlight, walked in and said, "Comrade, we are late." Please put on a strip of cloth and cover your eyes, and we will escort you out. ”

"Who?" The man next to him who didn't untie the strip asked.

The person who untied the cloth said: "Old Chiang is defeated, it is the People's Liberation Army." ”

The person who didn't untie the cloth slowly turned his head and asked, "Comrade, can you tell me how the battle is going?" ”

The instructor said excitedly: "Our large army has broken through Hongqiao, penetrated Xujiahui, and is about to liberate Shanghai and the whole of China!" ”

The prisoner who had not untied the cloth laughed when he heard this, and said to his companion: "Lao An, you are wrong, Lao Jiang still has not sat firmly in the world. ”

Hearing this, the instructor reacted quickly, his face changed, and the soldiers immediately picked up their guns and aimed them at the two people. The instructor shouted, "Who are you?" ”

The prisoner who had not untied the strip of cloth slowly took off the strip of cloth on his eyes at this moment, 'rubbing' his reddened eyes, and he laughed: "It's okay to sue you, my name is 'Hua' Qingyu, and this one is called An Ge." Don't be alarmed, we are neither comrades nor enemies, we are freelancers. Because of his words, he was convicted of saying something that shouldn't have been said and was mistakenly arrested here. But it's okay, the soldiers outside are 'chaotic', so it's better to live here with peace of mind. Brother Ann and I made a bet here. ”

"What gamble?" The instructor asked.

'Flower' Qingyu said: "We are betting on the world. ”

"Just a language," Mr. Cai recalled, "this one surnamed 'Hua' and the other one surnamed An, laughed together." This scene has a very big impact on me, I am a bitter child, my father and mother have been gone since I was a child, I grew up in the team, it goes without saying that the feelings of this team, winning the battle and building the country, I think this qiē is logical, I don't even have to think about it, it's like it's going to rain. And these two people would use such an open-minded and even weird way to ridicule the belonging of the world, and I was completely conquered by their arrogance. ”

"And then?" Xie Ling asked.

Old Man Cai groaned and said, "I'm old, and I can't remember many details clearly. I just remember that the instructor wasn't there, and neither were the others, as if there was something urgent to do. I was the only one left in the dungeon, and I guarded the two men with a gun. The instructor told me that these two men were most likely class enemies, and told me not to let my guard down and to shoot if necessary. When there were only three of us left, the man surnamed 'Hua' said something," he said, "and I still remember it very much. That's why I'm looking for reincarnation. ”

He paused and said, "The surname 'Hua' said to me, I think you are very kind to this little brother." I told him to be honest and put the gun on him, in which case I would have actually shot. The surname 'Hua' immediately smiled and recited a poem: The young man listens to the rain song upstairs, the red candle is dim, the young man listens to the rain in the boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese call the west wind. Now listening to the rain monk's house, the temples have stars. Joys and sorrows are always ruthless...... Later, when I went to a literacy class, I learned the words and read the books, and I learned that he was reading "Yu Beauty" by Jiang Jie, a lyricist in the Song Dynasty, which tells the different feelings of a person listening to the rain in three periods of his life. At that time, I didn't know much, but in the twilight of life, I realized the deep artistic conception in it. Alas~~" Old Cai sighed.

"What happened to these two people?" I asked. A total of anti-garbage.

Old Man Cai shook the bell, called a person who looked like a housekeeper, and whispered a few words. The official family went out, and after a short time, he took a file bag, and the old man Cai opened the bag tremblingly, took out two pencil portraits from it, and handed them to us.

As soon as I took it, I was stunned, and the person on the first painting was An Ge. At Aunt Wang's place in Longcheng, I have seen a photo of An Ge. At that time, it was a group photo of the three brothers, An Ge, Xie Ling's father Xie Zixiao, and Aunt Wang's husband Ye Xiang. I don't have a deep impression of Ange, but at this time, it seems that there is a strange feeling.

The person who painted this painting is of a very high level, and the background is only a few brushstrokes, which can be seen to be a narrow and dark cell, and An Ge is wearing a prison suit, half-lying and half-sitting, with his hands on his knees, which is vivid, not like a prison but like a poet who hits the knots and sings and drinks the songs.

The person in the other painting must be 'flower' Qingyu. This is a very delicate young man, sitting cross-legged on the ground, laughing unscrupulously to the sky, and his demeanor can be said to be very arrogant. It's no wonder that only such a guy who doesn't know the height of the sky can make an arrogant move to comment on the world in prison, who does he think he is? Cao ''?

What's strange is that looking at this picture of 'flower' Qingyu, I suddenly have a very familiar feeling. In many moments of my life, I will have similar feelings, a certain scene and a certain time, déjà vu, as if I have seen it somewhere, but I can't say it, and in the end I can only deduce it in a dream.

This 'flower' Qingyu gave me this feeling, déjà vu, not only seen, but also seemed to have a deep connection.

"Does that sound familiar to you?" Suddenly, a voice came.

I looked up and saw that it was Mr. Cai who was speaking.

I smiled politely, not knowing what to say.

Old Man Cai said: "Young man, when I saw 'Hua' Qingyu for the first time, I also had a familiar feeling. 'Flower' Qingyu told me at the time that there was a fate between us. These two figures are like I asked the world's top painters to draw according to my memories and descriptions, I think they are very expressive, ** not far from ten. ”

He leaned back on the sofa and closed his tired eyes: "'Hua' Qingyu and An Ge were later escorted away by our soldiers, as if they went to the political trial, and there will be no news from them in the future." 'Hua' Qingyu said to me when he left, there is a fate between us, and we will definitely see each other again in the future. He asked me to remember a phrase that he said might all change in the future, and that he could use it as a code mark. ”

"What did he say?" Xie Ling asked.

He said that not only life has reincarnation, but also the times. He told me that he was a reincarnated person who had had countless past lives, and he said that he was not afraid of death at all, and that death only meant a new life for him. ”

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