However, when he was alone with Zhang Ping, he seemed to talk a bit too much.
Especially when Zhang Ping sometimes felt a little irritable because she had not been able to contact the organization, Councilor Zhao would be kind to persuade her and would also say some witty words.
At that time, Zhang Ping would half-jokingly ask, 'Are you pursuing me?'
Cardinal Zhao shook his head and said, "The two of us are now joining together to keep warm."
Therefore, when Cardinal Zhao reported to Comrade Zhang Ping in such a serious manner at this moment, Zhang Ping knew that this was the most serious formal conversation between comrades within the party.
From the beginning to the end, it was Shuli Zhao who was speaking. Zhang Ping rarely spoke and only asked a few questions.
The first line is, 'Do you know what this means?'
The second sentence is, 'Comrade Shuli Zhao, have you thought about it?'
Cardinal Zhao’s answer was:
I know.
I've thought about it.
Zhang Ping was silent, thinking and digesting what Cardinal Zhao had ‘reported’:
Cardinal Zhao said that a Japanese woman was approaching him. He suspected that the Japanese wanted to win over him, and he planned to use her trick.
Zhang Ping picked up the lady's cigarette box on the table, took out a Fairy brand cigarette, and lit it with a match.
Cardinal Zhao looked at her, his eyes resting on Zhang Ping's slender fingers, and smiled.
Cardinal Zhao once joked that Zhang Ping's hands were very beautiful and should not be stained with blood. She should be playing the harmonica in a bright classroom, giving music lessons to the children, singing cheerful songs, and bathing in the sunshine with the red flag waving.
Zhang Ping smiled and said, "Okay."
Zhang Ping understood why he was laughing, and glared at Cardinal Zhao, meaning you can still laugh.
At this moment, Zhang Ping had already guessed why the organization was not eager to meet with Cardinal Zhao. It was obvious that the organization was aware of the contact between Cardinal Zhao and the Japanese woman, and became wary of Cardinal Zhao and misjudged it.
This is a very serious matter.
Comrades who have lost contact need to undergo strict screening and verification if they want to return to the organization. If something is not explained clearly, or there is a problem in the eyes of the organization, out of caution, safety and organizational discipline, this person will
Comrades who have lost contact are very likely to fail to pass organizational investigation.
Is there anything more shameful and despised than betraying the country and nation?
The contact between Cardinal Zhao and the Japanese woman was, to put it seriously, an extremely serious political incident.
"Comrade Zhao, aren't you afraid that it won't be clear when the time comes?" Zhang Ping said, "Although you have reported it to me now, given the current relationship between the two of us, my testimony is not very convincing.
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"Not afraid." Shuli Zhao shook his head, with a smile on his face, and asked Zhang Ping, "Comrade Zhang Ping, do you know what is the most terrifying thing?"
Cardinal Zhao put away his smile and said word by word, "Slaves who have subjugated their country are the most terrifying!"
Then, he smiled again and said, "As for me, I never expected to live until the day when the revolution is victorious."
He smiled purely, "If I am lucky enough to live to the day when the revolution is victorious, even if I am misunderstood, have unclear explanations, and suffer trial, I will be happy."
Cardinal Zhao pointed to the red scarf hanging on the wall, "The earth is red, we can die without regrets!"
…
Qingdong.
This is a simple room, and the walls of the room are pitch black, which is the mark left after being burned by the Japanese and puppet troops.
The people of Qingdong rebuilt their homes on the basis of the ruins. They straightened their spines, just like the Chinese people's spines had never been crushed for thousands of years!
Qin's mother, who was escorted out of Shanghai by the organization, wandered around for a while and finally arrived at the guerrilla base and the room where Qin Di once worked and lived.
She just stood there, as if she saw her son Qin Di writing in front of her eyes. Hearing her coming in, she smiled happily and said, 'Mom, I'm hungry.'
The old man wiped the corners of his eyes and looked again, but there was nothing there.
Qin's mother began to clean up the room and sort out Qin Di's belongings.
In fact, there was nothing to tidy up. The house had been burned down by the Japanese and puppet troops, and most of the items had been reduced to ashes.
The soldiers cleaned up the rubble and sifted through the rubble, finding a deformed pen that had been burned and two mirror fragments.
Qin Di loves to be clean. He washes his face every day and keeps himself tidy. His small mirror is also famous among the guerrillas.
Gu Baoguo stood at the door, smoking silently. His hair had not been combed for a long time and was already very long.
He remembered that the last time he got a haircut, that boy from Qin Di gave him a haircut. What that boy said was that a captain should look like a captain, and his hair should not be long and messy. That is not the captain of the Red Guerrilla Army. What the hell is that? bandit.
Gu Baoguo's eyes were bloodshot. He looked inside the room again. He didn't know how to face this old woman who had lost her only son.
Finally, Gu Baoguo threw the cigarette butt at his feet, stood up and crushed it with his toes, gritted his teeth and walked into the house.
The window is broken, but the room is still bright.
"Mother Qin." Gu Baoguo said.
Mother Qin turned around.
Her eyes were gray and there was no color in them.
"This is Comrade Qin Di's relic." Gu Baoguo gritted his teeth and handed over a small cloth bag.
Mother Qin almost snatched the small cloth bag and opened it. She opened it very carefully.
Lying quietly in a small gray cloth bag was a pocket watch and an amulet, a bloody amulet.
The old man just looked at these two items in a daze.
She buried her face for a long time in the last thoughts and things her son left for her.
The old man's cry was silent. There was no wailing or whimpering, just tears flowing silently. He sobbed occasionally, and kept whispering softly in his mouth, 'Xiao Di, Xiao Di, Mom misses you.'
Gu Baoguo turned his back, walked to the door, squatted down, covered his face with his hands, and then grabbed his hair hard, as if he wanted to tear out the messy long hair.
Mother Qin has cried enough.
Then there was silence, a long silence.
Just when Gu Baoguo was worried that Qin Di's mother would be too sad and hurt her body, and was about to go into the house to persuade her, he saw Qin's mother starting to get busy.
This woman, whose husband died for the country when she was young, and whose only son also died for the country when she was middle-aged, laid the cloth bag flat very carefully, and she was carefully arranging the relics.
She put the burned and deformed pen, the two mirror fragments, and the pocket watch on top, and then carefully wrapped them in a cloth bag.
She took out the bloody amulet, put it away carefully, folded it, and took it with her.
"Captain Gu." Qin's mother spoke.
"Eh."
"Xiao Di is gone, and I, an old woman, have become a burden to you."
"Don't say that." Gu Baoguo said quickly, "Comrade Qin Di died for the Anti-Japanese War..."
"My son was killed." Qin's mother interrupted Gu Baoguo, "It is only natural for a mother to avenge her son."
After saying that, she stared at Gu Baoguo.
Gu Baoguo nodded subconsciously, but then he immediately understood the meaning of these words and looked over in shock, "Mother Qin, what do you mean? No, no! Absolutely not!"
What responded to him was the determined look of this ordinary yet extraordinary woman who had lost her son:
I will avenge my son!
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