Xu Xuzhi

Chapter 113

Xuedou Mountain in Fenghua, Zhejiang.

Yang Zhidi and Liu Bing'an fought hard and softly, and finally entered the second-floor building. She walked up the stairs briskly, thinking in her heart that her long-cherished wish might be fulfilled tonight.

Xuedou Mountain, where Ning Zheng lives now, used to be the location of the China Travel Agency. Now all the personnel have been dismissed. Only the Military Command Special Task Force under the jurisdiction of the military commander Dai Li is in charge of guarding Ning Zheng.

He stipulated that during the day, the personnel responsible for internal security tasks must stand ten feet away from Ning Zheng's location; at night, they should move outside the window and door of the bedroom to prevent escape and suicide.

In the whole house, only Liu Bing'an and team deputy Zhao Jianlin could live in, and the other secret agents lived in a temple quite far away.

Up and down the mountain, there are military police guarding everywhere, forming a circle.

Several attempts by the Ning Army, the Northwest Army, and the CCP to rescue them individually or jointly ended in failure.Ning Zheng couldn't fly without wings.

Even though the whole country is in the war of resistance and there is a shortage of personnel, Lao Jiang still allocates such a large number of people to take care of such a prisoner, which shows Jiang's "heart" towards Ning Zheng.

The guard Liu Bing'an graduated from the star-studded Whampoa Phase [-]. Others have made great achievements by killing enemies on the battlefield, but this student of Dai Li is only here to guard the traitors in the committee.On weekdays, many people still asked to visit Ning Zheng. Although he blocked many visitors according to the regulations, he couldn't afford to offend any of the high-ranking and powerful people:

For example, Song Wencheng, who fell out with Jiang again because Jiang did not fulfill his promise to release Ning Zheng after he returned to Nanjing, just came and left whenever he wanted, and never asked for instructions according to the regulations; Mrs. Jiang; Ning Zheng Duan Na, old acquaintance and current military adviser to Jiang; Mrs. Jiang's eldest brother-in-law, Minister of Finance Kong Yongzhi; the Shuangchen brothers, the leader of the central government; a senior general in the old Northeast Army that has been split into various armies; has been transferred from the United States Ke Weili, who returned from his studies, found his boss behind bars; and even Wang Zhaoming, who was saved by Ning Zheng... It makes people laugh and cry.

What made him most nervous was that Ning Zheng's nephew Ning Hongsi, who had joined the CCP, had been actively traveling in Wuhan, Nanjing, Changsha, and Chongqing, contacting people from all walks of life, trying to rescue his third uncle.

Fortunately, with the tense fighting, many roads have been bombed and the airspace has been occupied, resulting in inconvenient transportation. Finally, there are fewer high-ranking officials who used to come and go to visit.

But Ning Zheng's mood turned bad. The once proud man of heaven had no one by his side, just like a falcon whose wings were broken after being locked up, his mood became increasingly gloomy.Liu Bing'an has been crying secretly these days. When Ning Zheng went out to hunt in the mountains, the shotgun he was holding trembled, fearing that if he didn't want to turn the gun, he might kill someone or commit suicide.

It would be good if Ms. Yang was allowed to succeed, at least it could stabilize his mood which has been violently turbulent recently. The wife of the commissioner and all visiting senior officials have said that you must take good care of the mental state of the deputy seat. Don't think about it.

Zhou Bing'an thought that if he didn't have a woman for two years, he wouldn't be able to bear it.Deputy Ning was also famous all over the world before marriage, so he probably will follow suit.He waved his hand, morally letting the spy who had been standing outside the window go down, and he also retreated to a place farther away to observe secretly.

Ning Zheng had a rare drink tonight: two years ago, he knew that Fengjiu had given birth to their third child, but when he thought of his absence from pregnancy to delivery this time, he couldn't bear the pain in his heart Not to mention that the Anti-Japanese War has already started in full swing. Jiang Ming knew what he wanted, but deliberately imprisoned him so that his ambition would not be rewarded.

The spirit of the wine soon picked up, and he fell asleep soundly. In the dreamland, he seemed to have returned to Fengtian and the Shuai Mansion: it was a snowy day, and the large flakes of snow were light and soft, fluffy and fluttering like goose feathers, The garden was all silver and white.Yaya was only one year old at that time. He hugged her and wanted to put her on the snow. The little girl was so frightened that she kept silent, her deer eyes widened, and she hugged her neck tightly. Shrunk; Feng Jiu looked at their father and daughter, smiling happily...

Yang Zhidi hadn't seen Ning Zheng in private for many years—she had found several opportunities to look at him from a distance, and after all these years, she was still the person in her spring girl's dream.

She stared obsessively at his haggard but still handsome face, and smelled the strong smell of alcohol, she thought, this is really an opportunity...

She finally stretched out her hand tremblingly, stroking his thick eyebrows without a trace of disorder, his straight nose bridge, and his slightly sharp chin.Her chest heaved violently, like a deer bumping into her arms, slowly descending...

Yes, after so many years, she is no longer the 16-year-old little girl who didn't understand anything.

Ning Zheng's body became hotter and hotter, as if a fire was burning. He was thirsty and wanted to drink water, and the broken moans finally escaped uncontrollably. Soon, a cup of honey water with sweet fragrance against his lips.

He took a sip, immediately frowned slightly, and refused to drink any more.

He doesn't like sweets at all. He used to only drink honey water when he was occasionally drunk, and it was just that kind - it has the thin and sweet taste unique to Northeast wattle honey, mixed with a little sourness, which is perfect for hangovers But that's all.

Of course, what he likes is never wattle honey, but the person who knew he was going to a banquet, and never forgot to pour honey water with a pair of slender hands, and put it on the desk...

He suddenly woke up and sat up, rubbing his forehead, and only then regained his clarity temporarily.With the eyes focused, and under the moonlight, a small and delicate beauty's face appeared in the field of vision, full of astonishment and disappointment, unmistakable, but also with unconcealable expectations.

He turned on the bedside lamp with a "snap", the light was blazing, and he closed his eyes.

"...Why is it you again?" Ning Zheng frowned, propped his hands back on the bed, but felt extremely bored in his heart. I've seen it twice, but it's the first time to openly appear in his bedroom.

"Ning Zheng, I came here specially to accompany you." She cast her eyes down and leaned forward.

Ning Zheng dodged indifferently, and then planned to get out of bed, but unexpectedly, he fell back on the bed again, not forgetting to dodge Yang Zhidi's overstretched arm, but fortunately he spoke clearly, "I don't need it."

"You are already divorced, aren't you? She abandoned you as soon as she saw you in trouble, do you still have to wait for her?" Yang Zhidi was very uncomfortable with his sweetheart avoiding him like a snake, and blurted out what was in his heart.

"I'm not waiting for anyone. I just don't need you." That hurts enough.

"Why bother? I know, you're lonely, you know mine, I don't care about anything..."

"I care. Miss Yang, I am very grateful for your help two years ago, but I have settled with Brother Ling. Please go back."

"I don't want to go. Now we are unmarried men and women, why can't we try?"

"Yeah, why?" Ning Zheng muttered to himself suddenly.

As soon as Yang Si saw Liang, his heart jumped out of his wide-open pupils.This naive and ignorant look is very seductive, and it has always been tried and tested in front of men... except for the one in front of him.

"Because of me, I was castrated by her a long time ago, don't you know?" Ning Zheng suddenly smiled, showing a cynical look that he hadn't seen for many years.

Yang Si was startled at first, and then fascinated: Isn't his appearance the one that fascinates me the most?
"Stop joking. How is it possible?" She subconsciously glanced at a certain part of his body - if he were a eunuch, there would be no men in the world.

Ning Zheng suddenly sneered again: "Don't understand? If it wasn't her, I wouldn't want it. She's always been so stingy, if she knew that I touched someone else, she wouldn't want me again."

Yang Si's countenance changed, is this man insane?Only men have ever disliked women, how can there be women who dislike men?
As the concubine daughter of a wealthy family, it is not unusual for Yang Si to have such thoughts.

"But I heard that she is very close to Bao Buyi in the United States. Many people met them watching movies, drinking coffee, ice skating and dancing together."

Ning Zheng's chest choked. This was the first time he had heard of Feng Jiu's specific actions on weekdays—since he was imprisoned, freedom of communication was of course the first right deprived of him. Any letter that could appear in front of him, You have to go through the Secret Service one by one.

Song Wencheng tried every means to send him books, magazines and other things to relieve boredom, but he had already told Song Wencheng that there was no need to write to him from Fengjiu. He felt that it was intolerable for the military special agents who did nothing every day to decide whether to hand it over to him after reviewing it.

Although he knew that what she said was totally unbelievable, Ning Zheng was still disheartened all of a sudden, and said softly: "I don't care... What if she turns around?"

Yang Si's face is as white as paper, what kind of affection is this to be so humble?

No longer bothering to talk nonsense with Yang Si, Ning Zheng straightened his face, "Today's words are too much, Miss Yang, respect yourself, I warn you for the last time, don't appear in front of me again. If you dare to touch me again, don't Blame me for not showing mercy to Brother Ling. Please."

His sanity had completely returned, and he remembered that there was a bell beside the bed.The attempt to calm down Ning Zheng with the presence of a beautiful woman failed, and Liu Bing'an walked in with a displeased expression on his face, and took the silent Yang Si down with him.

Ning Zheng wiped his face, looked down at his calm body, and thought with a wry smile, huh—has it really been too long?Suddenly surprised, if Feng Jiu knew that Yang Si had treated him like this, would he be so angry and bite him hard again?

For grown men and women, being without a bed for a long time is indeed a kind of torture, but if you know that she or he has no bed, and you are also bearing it, the feeling is different: every time Song Wencheng comes, he wants to Looking eagerly, even staring at him timidly, Song Wencheng sighed and comforted him: "I'm not married, don't worry—"

He always breathed a sigh of relief, laughing in his heart that he was too courageous. He knew that he had to trust his good brother, and he should trust his wife even more. There it is.However, once a person is detained and sees no hope of getting ahead, that day will not be lived day by day, but every second.

So it is obvious that people in the world are living the same time, some are like a white horse, and some are living like a year, and the sense of insecurity in their hearts is even increasing every second.

Ning Zheng looked at the clock beside the bed, it was already one o'clock in the morning, after Yang Si's tossing, all sleepiness disappeared, he got up and poured a glass of cold white water, it seemed that the god of sleep had fled to the firefly forest again tonight.

After gulping it down, he opened the photo albums next to his pillow for the umpteenth time, and muttered in a low voice, "Would you like to see Yaya's first, or Qingqing's?" He took a deep breath, "It's a bit uncomfortable, then Let’s start with Qingqing’s.”

He slowly flipped through an old photo album with bronze stickers, and caressed Feng Jiu's photos one by one. Ironically, two months after the "September [-]th" seven years ago, the Kanto in the northeast was invaded. Commander-in-Chief Ben Zhuang Fan actually packed the gold, silver and other items seized from the commander's mansion into several large boxes, and delivered them to Ning Zheng through the Japanese Embassy in China, asking him to accept them.

Ben Zhuangfan believed that as the former aide of the old man, he had no personal enmity with the Ning family.

Ning Zheng's expression at that time is something that I will never forget personally - he was so ashamed that he didn't want to live in this world anymore, but also so sad and angry that he wanted to fly back to Fengtian and fight desperately with the Japanese invaders who invaded his hometown.

But in the end, Ning Zheng could only hold back and told the Japanese envoy who was waiting for an answer, "If you really want to return it, return the entire three eastern provinces to me! Or get out!"

He didn't want anything else, but there was still Fengjiu's photo album in it - from birth to before marriage, all ages, all kinds of demeanor, beautiful face, he could endure his wife's photos being in the hands of the Japanese what?Still can only accept.

He deceived himself and forcibly reproduced all the photos pasted on it, threw away the photo album, and posted two more copies.

Such a thing... How could he let Feng Jiu know?

This was after he was imprisoned, the military command agent asked him what personal items he wanted to bring, he dictated a private message, and the agent asked the guards in Xi'an to pack it up and send it over.

Sometimes when I look at it, it is inevitable to post it and kiss it. After reading one book, another book, but in the end, I always stop at the family portrait when they parted. Their two children are so beautiful and cute. , he and Feng Jiuzhen were serious. At that time, they didn't know that there was another An'an in her stomach...

At this time, it was broad daylight, and Ning Zheng finally fell asleep, holding the photo album in his arms, with a smile on his lips, and his world seemed to be no different from yesterday.

After waking up, he still forced himself to get up and went to the study to read today's "History of the Ming Dynasty". He made a rule for himself to read five articles in the morning; after lunch, he went to climb the mountain again, came back to take a nap, and read the old newspaper when he got up——Shanlu It’s difficult, the newspapers here are all out of date; after dinner, go out for a walk, come back and read five more "History of Ming Dynasty", he read it attentively, and soon it was getting late.

Strange voices continued non-stop, Ning Zheng wrote his reading experience on his own, and turned a deaf ear to the noise of the white parrot that Song Wencheng personally sent him to relieve his boredom a year and a half ago.

The white parrot didn't care, shaking a tuft of hair on its head, singing a one-man show happily, singing a half-toned poem in Cantonese vernacular "to the east of Jieshi, to see the sea", and popping out a few English folk songs, Let’s imitate the conversation between a foreign master and a servant in the Shanghai Concession. It sounds like the master asked the servant to buy something that is in short supply, but the servant did not buy it, so he is explaining:
"Man mountain man sea,
Today no tomorrow can,
Same can."

The general idea is as follows: "I went to have a look today, and there were so many people, I couldn't buy anything, but I can't buy it today, but I can buy it tomorrow."

This is the famous Pidgin English, also known as "pidgin", which belongs to the temporary mixed language, and the language used by different ethnic groups to communicate due to language barriers belongs to this category.

Compradors, servants, tailors, barbers, bums, and even children located in Shanghai’s public concessions and foreign concessions can speak a few words. This language fully reflects the differences between Chinese and Western thinking. I almost accepted this weird way of expression, and the famous Chinglish in the future will be carried forward from it.

After finishing the English, the white parrot muttered a jingle: "

…………

"Snow Hall Snow Hall" (Sit down) Please sit down,

One dollar foreign tin 'Wandla' (one dollar),
Father wants to 'fat tea' (father) and mother 'sells tea' (mother),
Brother brother 'bura tea' (brother),

............"

Probably because the former owner was from Ningbo, so if you read it in Ningbo Yongyin, it is quite catchy; after a while, you learned how to chat between secret agents, and asked in Sichuan dialect with a hoarse voice: "Team-team seat did not punish you. A huh, huh, huh?"

Then a rough and thick voice replied in Shaanxi dialect: "Five knives were fined, it's too bad!"

One person, one bird, one still and one moving, but they don't disturb each other.

Suddenly there was a sound of crisp footsteps in the corridor, Ning Zheng's ears sensitively caught it, and immediately pricked up: Although the footsteps had not been heard for two years, they were very familiar, and he would never mistake them for them, but, No way?
Not being able to think about it, there was a pecking sound on the door, and it was pushed open without waiting for a response.

Ning Zheng raised his head slowly, and walked into a girl from the shadow outside the door: she was wearing an unbuttoned ultramarine coat with a pinched waist, and a familiar Fairbane sweater inside, lined with lotus gray doll collar silk Shirt with a slightly open neckline, and a Bordeaux-colored square scarf wrapped around her slender neck, which matches her bright red lip color very well; short hair with ear-length hair, parted parted, hanging down on both sides, revealing a full forehead, with elegant eyebrows , just like a painting.

At this time, there was a bright moon hanging high outside the window, and she was like the beauty of the crescent moon, with vigorous vigor and a smile on her lips, walking briskly towards him.

This rare beauty was looking at him with those eyes again. Unsurprisingly, although she was standing close to her, the whites of her eyes were still as clear and blue as a child's, and her eyes were still so pure and charming.

Ning Zheng stood up slowly and walked out from behind the desk.

Ning Zheng only knows one woman like this: even if she doesn't need to make a special hairstyle, as long as she cuts her hair short, the ends of her hair will automatically be pulled back to create a beautiful and flawless face; Eight or nine years old were lost, and she immediately looked like a female college student, ready to seduce boys who hadn't experienced much in the world.

She quickened her pace, walking lightly like a deer, not at all like a woman who had given birth to three children.

She threw herself directly into his arms, and Ning Zheng hugged her tightly without delay, and closed his eyes.

In my heart, there was a first-quarter moon and a second-quarter moon. The bright moon that had been missing for two years was finally complete at this moment.Neither of them spoke, and the white parrot at the door also shut its mouth sensiblely, probably engrossed in watching the play.

The room was silent, only the drumming heartbeat and tight chest let people know that at this moment, the solid fullness of the bosom is the most important thing.

But after a few breaths, Ning Zheng pushed her away again, then held her shoulders tightly, and asked angrily, "How can you come back?!"

Feng Jiu didn't answer, but just stared at him. After seeing from top to bottom that he was still full of beard and beard, apart from being slightly depressed, he was slightly relieved, and his spirit regained his spirits. He joked: : "I'm just passing by."

"..." Ning Zheng choked.

"That's good. Me, I'm planning to remarry recently..." Ning Zheng blurted out with difficulty.

Feng Jiu said, "I didn't expect that the market is still so good. I knew that you don't miss me at all." As he said so, his eyes were full of jokes, and his hand slipped from his neck to his waist, Once squeezed, it is still narrow, flexible and full of strength.

Ning Zheng was so shocked by her pinch that he was speechless.

At this moment, the yawning bird, who had just watched the show with its eyes wide open, was probably inspired by some words, and suddenly said slowly in a clear male voice that Feng Jiu knew in his bones: "Jiu'er, every day I Miss you...do you miss me too?" His voice was low, lingering, and sad.

Ning Zheng blushed, although he was reluctant to give up, he still broke away from Feng Jiu's arm, walked over quickly, took off the bird cage and took it out to the corridor, closed the door, then turned around and came back, saying: "This Stuff always loves to talk nonsense."

At this time, Ning Zheng heard someone busy going up and down the stairs outside the door, and frowned suspiciously. Feng Jiu kindly explained his doubts, "They are carrying my luggage."

... How much luggage does this have?Is this what it looks like passing by?
"I brought a phonograph and a record. Do you want to hear the voices of Yaya, Tanbuer, and An'an?"

Ning Zheng suddenly raised his head to look at Feng Jiu, his eyes sparkled, Feng Jiu smiled, "It's cold here, let's go upstairs to listen together, shall we?"

What else could Ning Zheng say, he could only let Feng Jiu come over and drag his arm out the door.

The "secretary" Liu Bing'an, who has always been responsible to the point of rigidity, is standing straight at a place far away from the study door even at night, looking at them from a distance, with doubts in his eyes, wondering whether the deputy seat and the deputy seat holder How was the conversation with the "ex-wife" who had written two handwritten letters from Mrs.

Feng Jiu smiled at him and said understandingly: "Secretary Liu, I won't bother you at night. You have worked hard for the past two years. I am very grateful to see you take good care of my husband. Go back and sleep Get a good night's sleep. I brought a lot of items that are in short supply here, and I will share them with everyone tomorrow."

A big stone fell to Liu Bing'an's heart, he solemnly knocked on Feng Jiuyi's heels, gave a military salute, and answered "yes", but then passed a note, saying that it was left by Mr. Bao Buqu who had just sent his wife over. The one who came down said, "Don't chase after me, I'll see you later", and saluted Ning Zheng, then turned around and went back to his room, secretly laughing--I really wanted to sleep so I came to the pillow. There is no need to worry about emotions, Amitabha.

Ning Zheng was stunned, and unfolded the note, on which were written four pen characters, the handwriting was supernatural and elegant, free and easy-"Return the Pearl of the King".

Feng Jiu looked over, and then suddenly remembered: Just now she was so focused on seeing Ning Zheng that she had already forgotten about Bao Buyi's existence, so she couldn't help saying "ah", and said angrily, "Why did you forget Brother Bao? "

Still not giving up, they pushed open the door on the first floor. The two spies on duty outside the door turned their heads in surprise. Ning Zheng asked anxiously, "Did Mr. Bao come and go?"

After saluting, the secret agents replied respectfully: "Senior, the team leader once sent a gentleman away, and he drove his own car back."

The couple looked at each other, closed the door again, Feng Jiu said dejectedly: "You'an has been with us for two full years, and sent me here again...why did you leave without saying a word to you?"

Ning Zheng looked at the night in the mountains, Bao Buqu and himself fell in love with the same person, so he could understand what Bao Buqu was thinking, but he could only sigh.

(End of this chapter)