The car drove into Yangjialing. It was almost dusk. The melodious sound of Xin Tianyou's bamboo flute aroused the high spirits of the people. Several tourists could not help but sing " The Red Flower of the Mountain Dandan ".
It was a divine song, probably composed between 1937 and 1947. At that time, Wang Jiaping, the headquarters of the Central Military Administration and the Eighth Route Army, Phoenix Mountain, the former site of the Central Military Administration, and Nanniwan, where the large-scale production movement was carried out, were all playing this happy and lyrical song. Back then, the red leaders had been strategizing in the surging passion of this sacred song, turning the revolution of China from a spark into a prairie fire.
The three military flags at the entrance attracted people's attention. People wore gray uniforms to take pictures. A few young men even held their guns and shouted "kill" while doing funny assassination moves.
Since Concubine Ci had promised Xue Jianhua that they would not take photos, no recordings, and no photography during this trip, they hurriedly left the bustling entrance and followed the tour guide to the Central Great Hall and the Central Office of the People's Republic of China. The auditorium restored the original appearance of the Seventh National Congress of the People's Republic of China, and the slogan "march triumphantly under the banner of the People's Republic of China" made people feel the echo and footsteps of history. In front of a huge photo, they saw a group photo of the leaders and the literary and art workers who participated in the Yan 'an Literature and Art Forum. The "Speech at the Yanyan Forum on Literature and Art" was published here. This philosophical and passionate speech had guided literary and artistic work for more than half a century. Today's artists had already jumped out of her control. What kind of emotions would those modern and avant-garde advocates have when they came here?
Yang Jialing was the residence of the central government leaders from November 1938 to March 1947. On the hillside behind the two meeting places, there was a row of cave dwellings. This was the residence of the leaders. Xue Jianhua followed the tourists in and out of the caves. He felt a great contrast between the surprisingly simple material environment and the revolutionary waves that had been set off here.
Come, look here! The shout of "Concubine Ci" attracted everyone over. It was a small stone table in the corner of the courtyard where a leader lived. On it was a sign that there was a shocking and historic conversation: Imperialism and all the rebels are paper tigers!
Paper tiger! What a vivid and bold metaphor. However, could you imagine that this metaphor was in this desolate ravine? It was a challenge signal sent by a man in a gray patched suit and a pair of cloth shoes facing an insufferably powerful enemy with modern equipment. Was the aggressive enemy angered by this sentence, which triggered the epoch-making war on the land of China? Or was it that the giant had already had a million soldiers in his heart and was determined to reverse the upside-down situation? There was no need for such arguments. Because history had proven this conclusion, and at the same time, it had also proven the breadth of mind and boldness of a wise leader.
Xue Jianhua could even imagine the scene at that time. After the great man said this to the foreign reporter with a high nose and deep eyes, he gently flicked the cigarette ash in his hand, and his eyes revealed a disdainful expression.
He deeply understood what kind of temperament a great man should have.
Come, come, come... Let's drink. This is the rice wine that we specially made for your distinguished guests. Back then, our fellow villagers used this rice wine to welcome the Red Army.
The owner of the cave asked his family to prepare a sumptuous dinner for Xue Jianhua and the others.
Oil cake, oil cake…the little girl shouted happily. The housewife in the cave immediately used her chopsticks to pick up the hot oil cake. She even instructed "Concubine Ci" with concern, Don't burn her.
The rice wine was sour, sweet, and hot. It tasted much worse than the Wuliang liquor that Director Liang had drunk to welcome him. However, Xue Jianhua felt a special atmosphere that he couldn't feel in the Premier's suite.
He picked up the bowl and drank five big bowls with his master, making his master cheer. After all, he was a northeasterner. Ocean, ocean, ocean! Mother-in-law, pour it again, again, again.
Forget it! "Concubine Ci" stopped Xue Jianhua again. She had not drunk a single drop of alcohol tonight. Probably because of the heavy burden on her mind, this public relations lady, who was famous for drinking, restrained her former elegance.
Xue Jianhua drank another big bowl with his master, making the master shake.
"Hey, big brother…""Concubine Ci" stood up and winked at the housewife. As the saying goes," Three bowls are enough." You've already drunk six bowls.
Before the housewife could persuade him, the master, who could not hold his liquor, found a way out first. He shouted,"Three Donkeys!"”A young man hurriedly ran into the cave.
Help me out, out, out for a while! Come back again, again, again!
The master was helped out by his son. At this time, the housewife said bluntly: He drank too much and won't come back. You guys eat!
Xue Jianhua did not drink too much. He was used to drinking high-grade wine, so this rice wine was as light as water in his stomach.
The master had burned the stove in the cave until it made people sweat. "Concubine Ci" bathed the little girl in the bathtub and carried her out to Xue Jianhua's arms.
Xue Jianhua turned on the television, which was also broadcasting the TV series " April in the Human World ".
Xu Zhimo and Xiaoman Lu walked together. They were intimately soaking in the bar.
Eh? Why didn't they bring any children? the little girl asked in her arms.
Yes, the child was unwilling to come out with them. Xue Jianhua replied.
In order to prevent the smell of alcohol from reaching her face, he avoided the little girl's face.
Such a famous poet, but he was immersed in the love of a few women and could not extricate himself. This might be the sorrow of a man!
However, would he be able to get through this safely tonight? He asked himself doubtfully.
Hey, what are you looking at? After taking a shower,"Ci Fei" came up to them with a body full of steam. It was 'April in the Human World'.
Wasn't it good? Xue Jianhua glanced at her and thought, This is a romantic love story.
Hey! It was just that the people of the current generation borrowed Xu Zhimo's story to vent their romantic feelings.
However, no matter what era it was, the pursuit of romance was also a human complex that could not be changed. The romantic imagination was also the eternal way of pouring out human emotions!
That's right, the author was quite smart to package the love story of a deceased celebrity to adapt to the nostalgic mood of the current era and satisfy the desire of people for true love in an era of materialistic desires. However, since there was such a request, why not just do it directly? Why use such a method?
Xue Jianhua looked at this "Concubine Ci" as if he had made a new discovery.
What are you looking at?
I didn't expect you to have such profound cultural insights.
Yes, in your eyes, I'm just a flirtatious vase, right?
Where, where? Xue Jianhua hurriedly tried to cover himself up.
Tonight, he felt that this woman had changed!
After Xue Jianhua finished showering,"Concubine Ci" was already lying on the big bed in the cave dwelling with the little girl in her arms.
The little girl narrowed her eyes and rested her head on "Concubine Ci"'s warm chest.
As if eager to experience her long-lost desire for motherly love, she put a small hand into her " mother's " loose shirt, and her small claws kept swimming between her plump breasts.
In the afternoon, the air conditioner that was temporarily installed by the owner was turned on, and the room was hot and full of spring.
Xue Jianhua walked into the room with a bathrobe draped over his shoulders and saw the loose, thick black hair of "Concubine Ci". Underneath the black hair was a pretty peach blossom face.
Under the child's ignorant scratching, her cheeks were flushed red, and her plump chest under the embroidered blanket rose and fell violently.
Xue Jianhua stubbornly resisted his physical desires and instincts as he slowly paced back and forth on the ground.
He was really intoxicated by the hot fragrance.
Come on! "Concubine Ci" called out in a low voice,"However, you have to sleep on the child's side."
No, I can't! Xue Jianhua suddenly remembered Zhang Xiaoli's request.
This was really a show, a show that was so realistic that it could pass off as real. On such a cliff full of temptation, one might lose their footing if they were not careful!
Come on. " Concubine Ci " invited her again.
His eyes inadvertently slipped to the bed. The mischievous child kicked away the blanket below, exposing the two snow-white thighs of the "Concubine Ci".
Jian Hua, I know what you're thinking…"Concubine Ci" began the most fatal mobilization. Even if it was for the sake of the child, was it not enough to let this child, who had lost the love of his family, experience the feeling of being by his parents 'side?
A wonderful reason and a kind urging forced Xue Jianhua, who had been wandering around, to move forward bravely.
Yes, advance, not retreat. When had Xue Jianhua ever been a coward?
However, advancing did not mean failure!
He shouted his name and finally leaned back on the comfortable bed.
The child's other hand immediately reached over and placed it on his broad chest.
Father! He seemed to have heard the murmurs of a child's dream.
Hey, should I turn off the lights? "Concubine Ci" asked seductively.
Yes, in the dead of the night, turning off the lights would cause the world to enter endless darkness.
In the dark, people could do all kinds of things and pretend to forget everything they had done.
No! He seemed to be gritting his teeth as he shouted.
Alright, I don't want to either. " Concubine Ci " muttered," I really want to take a few more glances at this rare beauty of the human world." With the lights off, he couldn't see anything.
Xue Jianhua fell asleep under the urging of the rice wine. However, he did not sleep soundly. For a moment, it was like "Concubine Ci" flattering him with soft words between the pillows. After a while, it was Zhang Xiaoli crying and making a scene after losing her virginity to him. Later, it was like "Concubine Yuan" had come. She spoke of the theory that revolutionary comrades should pay attention to unity and calmed the storm.
Finally, a rooster crowed in anticipation. Xue Jianhua finally broke free from the pain and opened his tired eyes.
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