Autumn is here, and it’s getting cooler day by day.
When Wen Wan appeared in the backyard of the tailor shop again, she was no longer wearing a summer cheongsam, but thick trousers with lantern legs and a thick shirt with red bottom and yellow flowers.
At this time, Xiu Niang was standing in front of her very seriously, holding a piece of letter paper and reading something in a low voice.
"Reward!"
Wen Wan looked at the letter with joy in her eyes, as if it was an affirmation of all her sacrifices.
"In recognition of the outstanding contributions made by underground personnel in Northern Manchuria in the 'Li Shaoyang Incident,' we are hereby commended."
"Mr. Li Shaoyang's sacrifice places the sorrow of all us revolutionaries, but his death ignited the anti-Japanese enthusiasm of the people across the country."
"Major media outlets in Zhejiang, Hunan, Hubei and even across the country used this title to completely expose the ugly face of Japanese imperialism in front of the broad masses of the people. Students held up banners and took to the streets to start protesting for Mr. Li's departure.
A huge march..."
After reading the letter of praise, the embroiderer handed over the letter paper.
"Comrade Wen Wan, this is the organization's praise for our work, and it also looks forward to our continued efforts."
Wen Wan took the letter and looked at it over and over again as if it was a treasure. After reading it countless times, she reluctantly folded the letter and was about to stuff it into her sleeves when she took it out and handed it back.
"Burn it."
The embroiderer admired Wen Wan's caution: "Yes, under the current environment, it is really not suitable for you to keep such a letter."
Wen Wan shook her head and said, "Zhou Changming and everyone who died in this mission should see this letter."
When these words were spoken, the atmosphere seemed a bit gloomy.
"Comrade Wen Wan, you don't have to feel any sense of self-blame for what happened this time. Revolution will involve sacrifices. What's more, the main responsibility for Comrade Zhou Changming's sacrifice this time lies with me."
"You?" Wen Wan looked at Xiu Niang in confusion.
"I didn't control the situation well. If it could have been arranged better, I believe the outcome would have been different."
The moment the embroiderer finished speaking every word, Wen Wan's whole body was filled with warmth.
Old China has been so poisoned by feudalism that it is almost gone. From top to bottom, from the emperor to the ministers, the first thing everyone from the emperor to the ministers must learn to shirk responsibility and protect themselves is to learn to shirk responsibility and protect themselves. When has anyone shown such courage?
"I have written a letter of review to the organization requesting punishment." There was no falsehood in her eyes, and the faint guilt and external strength made Wenwan feel the ultimate protective power.
Xiu Niang also feels sad for every comrade who sacrificed her life, but at this moment, she must choose to completely release Wen Wan.
These words should have been said gently. If she could get clearer information, if she could accurately know the identity and strength of the other party, maybe Zhou Changming would be among the people who received the award together.
But Xiu Niang didn't say anything similar.
She took on everything just to make Wen Wan, a subordinate working on the front line, not to blame herself.
An underground worker must not blame himself. Self-blame will cause excessive psychological pressure and make him prone to making mistakes. Therefore, a qualified leader must have the courage to bear everything, regardless of whether the fault belongs to him or not.
Is this simple self-sacrifice?
No.
This is the beginning of a country's prosperity because everyone is doing their part.
"Give."
The embroiderer took the initiative to stop the topic, reached into her arms and took out a bottle of medicine and handed it over: "Why do you need antibiotics?"
Wen Wan picked up the medicine bottle and shook it, unscrewed the cap and looked up, then raised her head: "Just two pills?"
"It's pretty good. The Japanese are now controlling medicines. They still spent a lot of effort to find these two pills."
"You haven't said why you want this thing."
Wen Wan put the medicine away and said: "Lao Xu was injured when he was walking on the stack. The gunshot wound was said to be caused by bandits."
"Is it serious?"
She didn't answer: "I just don't understand..."
"What don't you understand?"
"Xiu Niang, tell me, is it possible for a person who was injured in Binsui Tujia to return to Beiman safely after experiencing the bumpy road walking on the stacks, and the wound showed signs of healing in the process?"
The embroiderer also became suspicious: "You mean, in the harsh environment of walking on a stack, with a lack of medical treatment and medicine?"
"What if there was a barefoot doctor?"
"That's impossible."
Xiu Niang said responsibly: "I have worked in a war zone hospital. Gunshot wounds require rest and a lot of nutritional supplements and antibiotics. When walking on the stack, even if you can save your life, your body will not be able to recover."
You said it so quickly."
"You mean, Lao Xu..."
Wen Wan fell silent.
Xiu Niang stared at her and said: "This is not the time to be emotional. If Lao Xu's identity is unknown, you will always be in danger without knowing it."
"That's impossible!"
Wen Wan assured her seriously: "Old Xu can't read a word, so he can't be someone else. He just knows how to practice two sets of moves. That's why he's in trouble. I've gone through this with Old Xu.
After so long, his temperament is not suitable for being an agent at all."
"Xiu Niang, you are also a lurker selected from the rear. Which organization do you think would select an illiterate person to become an agent?"
Xiu Niang was speechless. Literacy was the basic criterion for becoming an agent. Including the Japanese, all countries, including the Japanese, would exclude illiterates when selecting lurkers. This was a taboo.
"You want to say that he has similarities to an agent..." Wen Wan recalled carefully and said, "That's true."
"Tell me something." The embroiderer stood ready.
"Old Xu often can't sleep... But that's when I'm not walking on stacks..." Wen Wan looked around shyly in the small courtyard where they were alone. After making sure no one was eavesdropping, she lowered her voice and said:
"But when it's dark, you have to fight with him twice, and you can still sleep like a dead pig. One time, I made him snore and woke me up."
"I'm going to kill you!"
The serious embroiderer couldn't hold on at this moment. She stretched out her hand and patted Wen Wan on the shoulder. The two women covered their mouths and burst into laughter.
This may be their only pleasure in the bloody storm.
"Comrade Wen Wan, what you said alone is not enough to confirm Xu Ruifeng's identity as an ordinary citizen. In addition, this injury is too unusual. I decided to report the incident to the organization and wait for the superior leaders to investigate clearly."
"I understand."
The embroiderer seemed to feel that it was not right to say this at this time, so she steeled herself and changed her tone.
Wen Wan also felt that the friendship between the two was progressing too quickly, so she responded in cooperation.
But when they raised their heads again, the two women's eyes met at the same place, as if they both remembered the scene Wen Wan just mentioned, and they laughed together as if there was a picture in their minds.
Two lonely souls collided together like duckweeds floating on the water. This special environment made the two people's feelings quickly heat up. They talked and made noises, and depended on each other based on their common beliefs. If it really came to a critical moment, even
No one needs persuasion to die for the other person...