The family building of the Public Security Bureau, Li Chunqiu's house.

Yao Lan was in a hurry on a business trip, Li Tang was left at home alone, the house was thrown in a mess, clothes, towels, pots and pans were scattered everywhere, messy.

He would have gone to Ding Meixi's house every night to spend the night, but last night a pair of childhood sweethearts had an awkward quarrel because of their father's affairs. Li Tang ran outside the house in a fit of anger only to find that he didn't have a key, but he was angry and sat in the corner of the wall all night. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had been carried back to the bedroom by Li Chunqiu.

At this time, he was lying on the bed with a red face, a cool towel on his forehead, and his body was so hot that he could even breathe.

The father and son were heart-to-heart, and Li Chunqiu, who had just entered the door, was also extremely haggard.

His hair was a little messy, his forehead was sweating slightly, he gasped slightly, and he took out a glass syringe from the stainless steel pillbox next to the bed. Knocked out the top of the glass vial, plunged it with the needle of a syringe, and sucked up a tube of potion.

He took this tube of anti-inflammatory medicine, walked up to Li Tang, and gently pushed him. After Li Tang was pushed awake, he turned over and fell into a deep sleep again.

"Daddy......"

Li Chunqiu's eyes were red, he held a needle in one hand, and gently shook Li Tang with one hand again: "Listen to Dad, you can get an injection to reduce the fever." ”

Li Tang closed his eyes and shook his head indignantly.

"Obedient, come, get up, I promise soon, soon it will be fine." Li Chunqiu said that he was going to help him up.

Li Tang turned over again: "No, I don't want to get an injection." ”

Li Chunqiu patiently continued to persuade him to sit next to his son, but as soon as Li Tang shook his arm, the glass needle in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.

"I don't want it! You don't even want me anymore! Why bother me! ”

Li Chunqiu stood up suddenly, and his voice sounded unusually stern: "Li Tang, why are you so unproductive!" You're scared of an injection! Now there's still me, when I'm dead, what will you do alone? ”

Li Tang was stunned by the scolding, he opened his eyes and looked at Li Chunqiu's red eyes, struggled to sit up, and asked in surprise: "Dad, what did you say?" Why did you die? What about Uncle Fang? ”

This sentence made Li Chunqiu completely stunned. He felt like his mood was as shattered as the glass on the ground.

Looking at his nervous son in front of him, the tears that Li Chunqiu held back in his eyes suddenly welled up.

He regained his voice, which was dumb and soaked in crying, and Sha Run: "Dad only has you." ”

As he spoke, Li Chunqiu had already pounced on him sadly and hugged Li Tang, who didn't know why. The boy in his arms looked at him worriedly, and the little hands hanging on his sides slowly wrapped around his father's waist, stroking his back more like comforting the child.

"Dad, I want to get an injection." Li Tang's eyes widened, and he said in a childish voice, "I don't allow you to die." ”

As soon as the words fell, he pointed to his father's stomach again: "He doesn't want it either." ”

Li Chunqiu listened, tears were already on Li Tang's skin, and he sobbed softly to kiss his son: "Okay...... Good ......"

After choking a few times, the man finally wiped the tears from his face, squeezed out a smile on his pale and delicate face, and his bookish breath was as gentle and clean as ever.

"Daddy doesn't die."

After he gave Li Tang the injection, the child finally fell asleep again.

In a few moments, the kitchen was steaming hot, and milk was heating in the small pot on the stovetop.

On the board, Li Chunqiu was holding a long bread knife and cutting a large column weighing several catties.

Just the morning before yesterday, he was even happily making breakfast for Fang Mengao like this.

Thinking of this, Li Chunqiu was saddened.

He missed Fang Mengao, and he thought of him psychologically and physically, doubly, doubly, and couldn't help but think of him.

As the months got older, he felt his body react more and more strongly to conceive, poor appetite, dizziness, nausea, retching, ......

Just one day after not seeing Fang Mengao, Li Chunqiu felt that his whole person was shriveled, and his originally full soul seemed to have been pulled out of this pale and thin body-

This made him feel extremely empty and lonely.

He longed for the choking smell of smoke on the young man's body, and longed for the sweetness of Fang Mengao's eyes that almost became a physical after the hearty love.

At that time, his eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness around him, and in the not bright light, he looked at Meng Ao's starry eyes above.

The deep affection is like a thousand words, and the surging affection almost drowns him, so that the rippling tenderness slowly ripples in Li Chunqiu's heart.

At that time, Fang Mengao's tone was full of pampering and arrogant arrogance: "Spring and Autumn, do you also love me very much?" ”

The exhausted Li Chunqiu held his hand, rested the back of his head on his shoulder, and said softly, "Yes, I love you more than you." ”

The sharp blade inadvertently cut his fingers, and the moment blood gushed out, Li Chunqiu realized that the ambiguous atmosphere in his memories had been strangled to death.

He wiped his eyes and brought a simple meal to the table, trying to calm his tumultuous mood.

Taking advantage of the fact that his son was not awake, Li Chunqiu returned to the bedroom and squatted down, reached under the sofa, quietly groped, and finally found the photo film hidden here a few months ago.

He held the treasure in his hand, dusted off the dust deposited on the surface, and then put the empty heart back into his stomach a little.

Li Tang's sentence "You are not allowed to die" just now was tantamount to being punched in his chest.

Facing Fang Mengao, he is always the first to ignite the fire in his heart. In the face of Li Tang, he was the first to raise the white flag.

The figures of these two people, one big and one small, slowly overlapped in his mind, but what finally emerged was the faces of Wei Yiping and those spies of the Secret Bureau.

Li Chunqiu's body trembled suddenly, and in addition to being frightened, he couldn't help but want to make a bold decision about his life-

He's going to find Chen Liye!

Looking up and seeing that the son who smelled the milk fragrance had opened his eyes, Li Chunqiu walked over with a light smile and touched his forehead, with a gentle expression and a very affectionate look.

"Daddy, feed you."

Struggle Elementary School. At half past ten in the morning, the exam ended.

In the biting cold wind, Chen Liye, dressed in a cotton robe, walked through the overgrown courtyard of the school through the weedy courtyard of the school and walked in the direction of the teaching staff building.

Behind him, the window of the communication room suddenly opened, and a porter poked his head out and shouted at Chen Liye: "Teacher Chen, Teacher Chen-"

Chen Liye stopped, turned around and looked at him suspiciously.

The porter continued: "I didn't find you in the morning, Mr. Chen, I just had a phone call to give you a message." ”

"Piggyback? Who called? ”

"It's said that it was a friend of yours ten years ago, surnamed Qiu, Autumn of Autumn."

Chen Liye understood all of a sudden, raised his eyebrows, and walked over in three steps and two steps: "What did he say?" ”

"He said he had a set of photos of you before, and at twelve o'clock in the afternoon, he handed them over to you at the Earl's Cafe he met before."

Chen Liye was stunned for a moment, hurriedly looked at his watch, and immediately became anxious: "Why didn't you say it earlier?!" ”

Without waiting for the porter to say anything, he shoved the test paper in his hand into the window, turned around and ran out.

Behind him, the test papers were scattered all over the ground.

But he didn't take a few steps, he turned around and came back, grabbed the phone in the concierge and asked, "Quickly check for me, what is the phone number of Harbin Aviation School!" ”

In the center of Harbin, on a bustling street, Li Chunqiu, who left home, hurried forward.

This street is very wide, full of traffic, and it is not lively, and this is the street where Li Chunqiu accidentally bumped into Chen Liye and meeting with comrades from the social department on that morning two months ago.

In a room on the second floor of an apartment building across the street, thick curtains were drawn tightly, leaving only a gap.

On the windowsill, there is a telescope, and next to it is a chair with a blanket. Apparently, someone is watching the opposite side here.

Zheng San, who had just returned to the apartment, saw an iron jar on the table. He took off his leather jacket, threw it on the chair, walked straight to the small table, picked up the tin jar, and saw the word "aluminum powder" written on it.

"Got it so quickly?"

"Well, but our newly awakened Qiu Hai sent his wife and children away."

Biaozi, who had been back for a while, stood next to him and told him in a calm voice.

Zheng San looked at the aluminum powder, shook it in his ear, and said calmly: "This is normal. Sleeping too long, waking up, having to do something, of course having to send the child to a safe place. ”

Biaozi nodded, relieved.

Zheng San put down the aluminum powder: "But I just found out that he ran outside to meet an inexplicable woman, which is not right." ”

"Is it a member of the Communist Party?" Biaozi looked at him with some surprise.

Zheng San frowned and stared at him: "Let's assume she's not." Then why did he rush out early in the morning, on such a cold day, to see a woman in his eyes, and then rush back in a hurry, continue to work, and wait to meet us at the cinema? Why? ”

Listening to Zheng San's analysis, Biaozi's face changed suddenly.

Zheng San, who had a solemn face, walked over and held a telescope to observe, and after a while, he suddenly found a familiar figure appearing in his field of vision.

I saw Li Chunqiu walk past the window of a shop selling suits, stopped, and a coat hanging in the window seemed to attract him.

He stopped and watched, and in the clean glass, the pedestrians who came and went behind him were reflected.

Zheng San watched from afar, the corners of his mouth twitched in surprise, and he sneered disdainfully in his heart.

The national disaster is at hand, the building is about to collapse, this person is still in the mood to buy clothes!

Looking at the entire three eastern provinces, Wei Yiping still doesn't believe that this Li Chunqiu has rebelled!

"Third brother, it's almost time." Biaozi carefully reminded him from the side.

Zheng San let out an "oh".

"Do you?" Biaozi asked.

Zheng San looked at the aluminum powder that was put aside, and said softly: "My elbows are turned outward, what should I do if I don't do it." To die is to die, and to think about how he will die. ”

After saying that, he picked up the aluminum powder and tapped his fingers lightly on the outside of the tin jar.

"I'll wait at the door of the bank later, wait for him to come out, follow him, find a place with fewer people, and leave after the shot. That's it, okay? Biaozi asked on the side.

Zheng San didn't speak, and continued to carefully observe Li Chunqiu's every move. Suddenly, he glanced at it and saw that Li Chunqiu's figure flickered, and he had already entered a small red-roofed European-style building with eight corners on all sides.

On the neon sign above the door, in addition to English, there is also an artistic Chinese character: Earl's Cafe.

Zheng San was stunned for a moment, the thought flashed in his mind, and then he felt that the blood around his body was boiling.

He suddenly looked at Biaozi: "I want Qiu Hai to die there." As he spoke, he pointed out the window, "The Earl's Cafe." ”

Biao Zi was stunned, looked at Zheng San, and said, "The plan has changed, do you have to talk to the stationmaster?" ”

"There is also Stationmaster Xiang above Stationmaster Wei, and Director Mao above Stationmaster Xiang. Is it too late to ask for instructions? Zheng San squinted and stared at Biaozi's eyes, "I can't wait for the news above, why don't you do anything?" ”

Biaozi was asked.

Zheng San sneered and patted him on the shoulder, and said seriously: "Call Qiu Hai." Tell him that the joint location and the informant have changed. ”

Harbin Aviation School.

When he received Chen Liye's call, Fang Mengao, who grabbed the life-saving straw, drove a jeep all the way to the gate of Struggle Primary School.

"Where is he?" The tall young man pushed open the co-pilot's door and asked Chen Liye to sit up, "You show me the way!" ”

In contrast, the male teacher, who looked short and stocky, nodded, and climbed into the car with his bulky body. I only heard the car motor roaring, and the cold winter wind suddenly poured from the window into my clothes wrapped like rice dumplings.

Chen Liye raised his hands coldly, sighed and said: "Ten years ago, after the mission to assassinate the traitor Teng Dafei failed, the sirens of the whole city sounded. At that time, Li Chunqiu was still young, his teacher was sacrificed, and he was also injured, covered in blood, and could only run all the way from the train station. Behind him, several patrol officers in puppet Manchurian uniforms chased him desperately with guns raised. ”

Fang Mengao held the steering wheel and looked ahead, but a sadness mixed with irritability gradually appeared in his heart. He lowered his eyelashes, and his beautiful eyes were a wide black sea, and asked, "And then?" Go on. ”

"Then I watched him run past him like the wind, turn a corner, and almost fall down." Chen Liye seemed to sense that something was wrong with the other party when he said this, and even smiled as if relieving the atmosphere, before continuing, "He rushed into a dead end, and there was nothing in it except a big tree. ”

"I guess Li Chunqiu must have been hiding behind a tree with a desperate face at the time, until I walked the patrol officers away, and when I went in, I found him sitting limp against the tree and sitting on the ground."

And that tree was the tree their car had just driven by.

Chen Liye looked out the window at the small alley behind the big tree that recorded the time, and said lightly: "It's been ten years." This little alley hasn't changed at all. Commander Fang, you are a hero of the Anti-Japanese War, and Li Chunqiu is said to be regarded as such, but he has not made such a great contribution. He called me just now, and it was actually you who couldn't let go of it. ”

Fang Mengao was silent.

The night Li Chunqiu left, he found that his emotions had entered a certain preconceived dead end, and he even lost his reason and normal thinking ability. But he couldn't help but think about it, for fear that the pain of losing Cui Zhongshi would come again.

Fang Mengao didn't even dare to go to Li Chunqiu. It wasn't until Xie Peidong finished talking to him that he made up his mind to start over.

No matter what past there is between the two of them, he still wants to have more with Li Chunqiu in his heart, and he hasn't even seen his own child in Li Chunqiu's belly-

Just thinking about it, he felt impatient, and the accelerator under his feet was even more dead.

"In the future, I will treat him well." The always proud young man made a deep promise.

Chen Liye was stunned when he heard this, he still thought that Fang Meng Ao's unruly stubborn temper would definitely endure and not say anything, but he didn't expect this Fang Regiment Leader to be so reasonable.

"You don't mind who he is?"

"I also worked as an officer in the Kuomintang Air Force before, and Chiang Ching-kuo also joined the Communist Party of the Soviet Union." Fang Mengao fanned his eyes, with a little guilt in his eyes, "I was too impulsive yesterday. ”

When Chen Liye heard this, he was very satisfied.

This is the effect he and Xie Peidong wanted!

Plot against Li Chunqiu, let Li Chunqiu stabilize Fang Mengao's heart soaring above 10,000 meters in Chinese mainland!

"It's almost there."

As he spoke, he pointed to a European-style building standing on a bustling street in front of him, with red tiles, sloping roofs, and thick and powerful legs.

Fang Mengao's eyes followed the prestige against the sun.

Through the glass window of the café, he suddenly saw Li Chunqiu, who was basking in the warm winter sun, sitting at the window.

His smile didn't change, and his familiar face turned to him with a sharp heart. With the sudden breeze, the characteristic camellia-scent body fragrance poured into his sharp nasal cavity.

They looked at each other, only a stone's throw away.

The eyes of the two people are moist and soft, like a spring breeze and drizzle, full of love and tolerance for each other.

Fang Mengao's mind turned, and he only felt blessed to his soul for a moment.

Speechless.

Silence.

This beauty reminded him of a poem -

"The sun hasn't fallen yet, but you're already smiling."

However, a few seconds later, all the silence collapsed with a bang—

The sudden explosion was deafening in the skyrocketing firelight!