Zhao Shuli is usually more serious.
Not much talk.
However, when he was alone with Zhang Ping, he seemed to have a lot of words.
Especially when Zhang Ping is sometimes a little irritated because she has never been able to contact the organization, Zhao Shuli will persuade her kindly and say some witty words.
At that time, Zhang Ping would ask half-jokingly, "Are you pursuing me?"
Zhao Shuli shook his head and said, "We are now joining the group to keep warm."
Therefore, when Zhao Shuli reported to Comrade Zhang Ping in such a serious way, Zhang Ping knew that this was the most serious formal conversation between the comrades in the party.
From beginning to end, Zhao Shuli was talking, and Zhang Ping rarely spoke, so he only interrupted and asked a few questions in total.
The first sentence is, ‘Do you know what this means?’
The second sentence is, ‘Comrade Zhao Shuli, have you considered it?’
Zhao Shuli's answer is:
I know.
I've thought about it.
Zhang Ping was silent, she was thinking and digesting the situation of Zhao Shuli's "report":
Zhao Shuli said that a Japanese woman was approaching him. He suspected that the Japanese wanted to win him over and he planned to use the trick.
Zhang Ping picked up the women's cigarette box on the table, took out a fairy cigarette roll, and lit it with a foreign fire.
Zhao Shuli looked at her, her eyes stayed on Zhang Ping's slender fingers and smiled.
Zhao Shuli once joked that Zhang Ping's hands were beautiful and should not be stained with blood. She should play the harmonica in the bright classroom, teach the dolls music classes, sing cheerful songs, and bathe in the sunshine of the fluttering red flags.
Zhang Ping smiled and said, "Okay."
Zhang Ping understood what he was laughing at, so she glared at Zhao Shuli, meaning you can still laugh.
At this moment, Zhang Ping had already guessed why the organization was not in a hurry to meet Zhao Shuli. It was obvious that the organization had noticed the contact between Zhao Shuli and that Japanese woman, and became alert and misjudged Zhao Shuli.
This is a very serious matter.
If a lost comrade wants to return to the organization, he needs to undergo rigorous identification and verification. If there is any unclear explanation or if it seems to be problematic in the organization, out of prudence, safety and organizational discipline, the lost comrade is likely to be unable to pass the organization's investigation.
Is there anything more shameful and despised than betraying the country and the nation?
Zhao Shuli's contact with that Japanese woman was a serious political incident.
"Comrade Zhao Shuli, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to explain it clearly then?" Zhang Ping said, "Although you have reported to me now, with the current relationship between us, my testimony is not too convincing."
"Not afraid." Zhao Shuli shook his head, with a smile on his face. He asked Zhang Ping, "Comrade Zhang Ping, do you know what is the most terrifying thing?"
Zhao Shuli put away his smile and said word by word, "The slaves who have lost their country are the most terrifying!"
Then he smiled again and said, "As for me, I didn't expect to live to the day when the revolution was victorious."
He smiled purely, "If I survived by chance on the day of the victory of the revolution, even if I was misunderstood, could not explain clearly, and was judged, I would be happy."
Zhao Shuli pointed to the red scarf hanging on the wall, "The earth is red, we will die without regrets!"
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Qingdong.
This is a simple room, with the walls of the room being painted black, which is a mark left after being burned by the Japanese and puppet troops.
The people of Qingdong rebuilt their homes on the basis of ruins. They straightened their backbone, just as the backbone of the Chinese people has never been crushed for thousands of years!
After being escorted from Shanghai by the organization, Qin's mother was traveling outside for a while, she finally arrived at the guerrilla base and came to the room where Qin Di once worked and lived.
She just stood there, and it seemed as if she saw her son Qin Di at her desk writing. When she heard her coming in, she smiled happily and said, "Mom, I'm hungry."
The old man wiped the corners of his eyes and looked at them again, and there was nothing left.
Qin's mother began to clean up the room and organize Qin Di's relics.
In fact, there is nothing to organize. The house was burned by Japanese and puppet troops, and most of the items have been turned into ashes.
The soldiers cleaned the ruins and used grates to sieve them, and found the deformed pens that had been burned and two pieces of mirrors.
Qin Di loves cleaning very much. He washes his face every day and cleanses himself up. His little mirror is also famous in the guerrillas.
Gu Baoguo stood at the door, he smoked silently, his hair was ignored for a long time, and it was already very long.
He remembered that the last time he cut his hair, the boy Qin Di took care of him. Whatever the boy said, the captain should look like a captain, and he should not have a mess of hair. That was not the captain of the red guerrillas, but it was a bandit.
Gu Baoguo's eyes were covered in blood. He looked at the house again. He didn't know how to face the old woman who had lost her only son.
Finally, Gu Baoguo threw the cigarette butt at his feet, got up and crushed it with his toes, gritted his teeth, and walked into the room.
The windows were broken, and the room was quite bright.
"Mama Qin." Gu Baoguo said.
Mama Qin turned around.
Her eyes were gray and there was no color in them.
"This is the relics of Comrade Qin Di." Gu Baoguo gritted his teeth and handed over a small cloth bag.
Mama Qin almost snatched the small cloth bag in one hand. She opened the small cloth bag. She was so careful and opened it carefully.
In the gray small cloth bag, a pocket watch was lying quietly, and a talisman, a bloody amulet.
The old man was just staring at these two items in a daze.
She buried her face for a long time in the last thoughts left to her by her son.
The old man's crying was silent, without whining or whimpering, but tears flowed silently, occasionally sobbing, and kept murmuring 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 both hands, and then grabbed his hair vigorously, as if he was trying to tear off the messy long hair.
Mama Qin has cried enough.
Then there is silence, long-term silence.
Just when Gu Baoguo was worried that Qin Di's mother would be too sad and not hurt her body and was about to enter the house to persuade her, he saw that Qin's mother began to get busy.
This woman whose husband sacrificed her country when she was young and whose only son sacrificed her life for the country when she was middle-aged, was very careful and carefully laying the cloth bag flat. She was carefully organizing the relics.
She put the burned deformed pen, the two mirror fragments, and pocket watch on it, and then carefully wrapped it in a cloth bag.
She took out the handkerchief and carefully placed the bloody amulet, folded it, and carried it with her.
"Captain Gu." Qin's mother spoke.
“Hey.”
"Xiao Di is gone, and I, an old lady, have become a burden to you."
"Don't say that." Gu Baoguo said quickly, "Comrade Qin Di sacrificed for the fight against Japan..."
"My son was killed." Qin's mother interrupted Gu Baoguo's words, "It's natural for mothers to avenge their son."
After saying that, she stared at Gu Baoguo so tightly.
Gu Baoguo subconsciously nodded, and then he immediately understood what this sentence meant and looked over in shock, "Mama Qin, what do you mean? No, no! Absolutely no!"
Responding to him was the firm gaze of this ordinary but unusual woman who lost her son:
I will avenge my son’s revenge!
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