November 25, 1941, 9 a.m., Taiyuan.

"Director! Why haven't you gotten up yet? Did you stay up late again last night? ”

"Hurry up and get something to eat, two special guests will come to you in half an hour, this is the news that the deputy commander's guard has personally arrived."

"Hurry up, I've prepared the water for you, let's hurry."

Due to a wave of surprise updates in the early hours of the morning, Huang He spent the night researching two new modules in the system, resulting in a full hour and a half later than usual this morning.

Hearing Wang Dexing's urging, Huang was forced to crawl out of the warm bed, and then hurriedly walked towards the washstand.

After dispelling the sleepiness with a handful of cold water, he asked with some curiosity:

"Special guests? Who's that? ”

"For the deputy commander-in-chief to pay so much attention, could it be that the commander-in-chief came to Shanxi from the border area? Or is there anything important to do when Lao Zeng came to the southeast of Jin? ”

"The guard, did you reveal some specific information?"

As a researcher, the daily life of the Yellow River can be described as monotonous.

In the days when Guo Qiang and his fellow villagers were not in Taiyuan, he basically lived a life of three points and one line in the military industrial area, the factory canteen and the residence.

Now that I suddenly hear that a special guest is coming to visit me, it's hard not to arouse the curiosity of the Yellow River.

Hearing his director's question, Wang Dexing first put breakfast on the table, and then shrugged his shoulders innocently and replied:

"They just came to deliver a message, but there was no news beyond that."

"According to me, we'll just have to wait at home. Anyway, the mystery will be revealed soon, and it would be a waste of feelings to guess now. ”

Hearing this, Huang He nodded in agreement.

But at the moment when he lowered his head and drank millet porridge, a couple who seemed to be made in heaven pushed open the door, and then walked hand in hand from the outside into the living room.

After seeing the Yellow River at the dining table, the handsome and dashing man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes smiled slightly, and then said to his wife:

"Hey, it seems that we are not here at the right time, Comrade Huanghe is eating."

"I knew that we should have stayed with Lao Peng for a while, and continued to listen to the deployment and planning of the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region for the Second Xinkou Campaign."

The strange and slightly familiar southern accent made Huang He, who was eating, subconsciously raise his head.

"Dangchang!"

Just by looking at it, he fell into the memories of his previous life, and he didn't even realize that the spoon in his hand had fallen to the ground.

The moment the two looked at each other, Huang He's mind flashed quickly with texts from his childhood language texts. Those illustrations and illustrations that have been blurred in the memory have become vivid and profound again because of the people in front of them.

After a moment, he quickly got up and greeted:

"Mr. Zhou."

"Oh, no, no! Brother Wu! ”

"This should be Sister Yi! I have admired the daimyo for a long time! I'm really happy to meet you! ”

That's right, in front of Huang He, it is the ideological crusade who was a leader, wrote martial arts, led soldiers to fight in the army, terrified the enemy on the intelligence front, and was omnipotent in diplomacy, economy, and governance.

Everyone who knew the brigade commander would jokingly call him a hexagonal warrior. The man in front of him is more ruthless, which can be described as a ball warrior.

And the lady next to him was his wife.

She has always been active at the forefront of the revolution and is a pioneer of the women's movement.

The two experienced the bloody storm of the underground struggle between 412 and Shanghai together, and supported each other to walk 25,000 miles together.

Although that sentence is that I have been a staunch materialist all my life, only you, I hope to have an afterlife, which is a fabrication by posterity. But they will always be the most envied couple.

If the mood of the Yellow River when he saw the desperate war fox for the first time was nervous and reverent, then the mood of seeing the ideological crusader at this time was only excitement and admiration.

In an extremely excited situation, he even almost called out the other party's future position.

Upon hearing the name of the Yellow River, the ideological crusader and his wife smiled rather playfully. The two didn't feel offended, but they liked this kind of closeness.

"It seems that your brigade commander is right, you really know a lot about the past."

"Today is the first time we have met, and this is a gift I have prepared for you, I hope you can enjoy it."

As soon as the words fell, Sister Yi took off the backpack behind her and took out a crumpled book from it, and it could be seen from the cover alone that it had experienced a lot of wind and rain.

On the cover of the book there are four big words: Women Heroes.

Without waiting for Huang He's reaction, the ideological crusader continued to speak, adding:

"Last time I went back to the border area to run errands, I met Lao Zeng, and when we chatted, he once said that you are my book lover."

"I came in a hurry this time, and the situation in the mountain city is special, so I don't have time to prepare a meeting gift for you, so I can only give you this manuscript that has been treasured for twenty-seven years."

Hearing this, Huang He's eyes widened excitedly.

He took it with a slight tremor in his hands, not to mention how excited he looked.

This book is a one-of-a-kind edition in the world, and it is a top collector's item now and in the future, and it can definitely be regarded as a family heirloom.

It is worth mentioning that when the ideological crusade announced an indefinite suspension of the update, they used a reason that the author of the full starting point could not even think of: the author went to save the motherland!

What's so great about writing in the press, it's fun to write your own story in the history books!

"Like! I love this gift so much! ”

"If you can, can Brother Wu send me two more sentences, just write them on the first page of the manuscript! The first sentence is to read for the rise of China, and the second sentence is to hope that we will meet when China takes off in the world. ”

Huang He's request stunned the ideological crusaders for a few seconds.

This first sentence is my childhood ambition. And the second sentence is a message when I was separated from my friends when I was young. Hearing it again after many years made him feel a little like a world away.

"Okay, no problem!"

"This book is meant to be a gift for you, and adding two sentences is naturally a trivial matter."

When the ideological crusaders left the manuscript with words, Huang He took two pens from his drawer.

The body of the first pen is bright silver, it has an X-shaped school emblem on the cap, and the barrel is engraved in French for the motherland, science and glory.

This is a souvenir from the École Polytechnique of 1937 to the class of 1937, and it is the only thing that the Yellow River brought back from France.

In contrast, the second pen has a more earthy appearance.

Its cap is bright gold, with two symmetrical motifs at the bottom, one symbolizing the coat of arms of the Second Central Special Design Bureau, and the other a combination of the four letters of sickle, hammer and C**P.

And there is only a string of numbers on the barrel, which represents its production batch number.

"Two, please accept these two pens as a testimony of our friendship."

"Okay."

If it was some other valuable gift, Wu and Yi might not really accept it. But a high-quality fountain pen is something that every literate person loves.

In the following period, the relationship between the three quickly narrowed in small talk.

We are all comrades in the same camp and share the same lofty ideals. Coupled with the experience of studying in France, it is natural that there is an endless common language.

After some pleasantries, Huang He asked tentatively:

"Brother Wu, you should have something important to do when you came to Shanxi from the mountain city this time, will we delay your business if we continue to talk like this?"

Since the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, the husband and wife in front of me have been in charge of the united front work outside, and basically have big and small things to deal with every day.

Now that the other party has come to Shanxi thousands of miles away, something must have happened.

Who would have thought that after hearing Huang He's inquiry, the ideological crusaders actually showed a wry smile, and the whole person looked a little helpless.

"It's not a delay, but there are big things."

"You should know that the Viet Minh is a new organization that was established in Southeast Asia in May this year."

"The leader of that organization is an old acquaintance of our Eighth Route Army, and he is currently being led by the brigade commander of the 386 Brigade to visit the headquarters."

As soon as these words came out, Huang He suddenly looked confused.

Yes!

Viet Cong probe?

Although the ideological crusade did not say it explicitly, his friend must be the old Hu of Southeast Asia.

The two met in France twenty years ago, and since then they have been comrades-in-arms on the road to the revolution, and have even been called brothers ever since.

It's just that Lao Hu, who is eight years older, has been calling the ideological crusaders the big brother, which is also a strange thing.

After thinking for a while, Huang He took the initiative to speak:

"If I'm not mistaken, the Vietminh people must have come to ask for help."

"Their land is now occupied by Japan and Vichy France, and they must fight back if they want to reclaim everything that belongs to them."

"It's just that no matter how hard the French pull their hips, fighting a group of stragglers must be a matter of pinching them, not to mention the murderous Japanese. Without outside help, it is almost impossible for them to catch up with the invaders on their own. ”

In fact, while Huang He was expounding his own views, he was also complaining wildly in his heart.

What's going on? Why did Lao Hu come to ask for help in 1941? This is not a routine!

And didn't Free France unite with the French Communist Party? What's the matter, you go to find Lao Dai, what is the matter of coming to Taiyuan almost 2,000 kilometers away!

called big brother and sister, mainly because I really can't think of a suitable pronoun

(End of chapter)