Chapter 41 Two Old Sixes
Chapter 41 Two Old Six
On the west side of the prison, the courtyard is old, with faded couplets and door gods pasted on the door.
Hong Zhiyou and Lao Yu walked in, and saw Liao Sanmin doing horse stance with his bare chest, pushing his hands forward and breathing in and out with a haha.
After the last dinner and drinking, everyone seems to have a good relationship.
"Captain Liao, are you practicing the boy's kung fu?" Hong Zhiyou greeted.
"How did you know?"
Liao Sanmin slowly gathered his energy and finished the exercise.
"No, you are so handsome, and you are going to devote your youth to this thing?" Hong Zhiyou expressed surprise.
“I’m from southern Henan.
"When I was a child, I learned a few tricks from a master in the temple. Later, when I joined the army, I found that marching was very easy, so I kept this habit." Liao Sanmin said lightly.
“So you are a Shaolin disciple. No wonder you can ignore the world.
"If you don't like women, Secretary Hong will say you are a big shot."
Yu Zecheng said on the side.
“See, Director Yu is narrow-minded.
"My two brothers, I am a red ticket, okay?" Hong Zhiyou spread his hands and smiled.
"If you want red notes, I will arrest you and collect the reward now." Liao Sanmin smiled.
This guy actually has two deep dimples, and he smiles very brightly.
Hong Zhi felt a little jealous for some reason.
"Old Liao, can I learn your Kung Fu?" he asked with a serious look.
"You are the artillery king of Jinhai, you can't practice this." Yu Zecheng joked with narrowed eyes.
“You can practice it.
"If you want to learn, I can teach you now." Liao Sanmin agreed readily.
"Real religion?" Hong Zhiyou was quite surprised.
"True teaching!"
Liao Sanmin was also not vague. He pulled Hong Zhiyou to stand in a posture and then taught him the method of breathing.
"No, I'm too tired."
Hong Zhiyou stood for two minutes and his waist felt very sore.
"Just practice more." Liao Sanmin said.
"Come in and have some tea."
He pulled a towel from the bamboo rack, threw it over his shoulders and walked in.
"Sanmin, you have a lot of money, why don't you get married?" Yu Zecheng looked around and asked.
"Don't marry.
“Women only affect my inspiration to write.
"Let's see, what do you think?"
He raised his brows and handed over a notebook.
Above is...poetry.
"The sky was dark and gloomy, even the sun was dead, and the migratory birds spread their wings and flew south..."
To be honest, it's a bit shit.
"Director Yu, how is it?" Liao Sanmin asked expectantly.
"Oh, good poem, good poem." Yu Zecheng opened his mouth and nodded repeatedly in a perfunctory manner.
"Secretary Hong, please tell me." He looked at Hong Zhiyou again.
"The sun is dead? I suspect you are alluding to the clear sky and white sun and slandering the chairman.
"Brother Sanmin, you are a red ticket!"
Hong Zhiyou pretended to be serious.
"You, the Military Control Commission, are mentally dark!
"Chen Bulei and Liu Yazi also wrote a lot about the sun, and the chairman even shone alone on Mount Emei."
Liao Sanmin rolled his eyes at him.
“Wen Yiduo also wrote about it!
"Oh, sun, you hurt my heart.
"It has forced the wanderer to give up his dream of returning home!"
Hong Zhiyou recited aloud.
"Add to that the twelve hours of twists and turns!
"Oh, the sun, the sun that burns like fire!"
……
Yu Zecheng and Liao Sanmin responded at the same time in a calm and powerful voice.
"You two traitors!" After reading it, Hong Zhiyou and Liao Sanmin pointed at each other.
"I can't help it, since I'm friends with you two rebels.
"Then we can only face the sun with one part facing away from us and the other facing the sun."
Yu Zecheng added an apt sentence.
"Ha ha!"
The three of them put their arms around each other's shoulders and laughed heartily.
Liao Sanmin really likes poetry.
But as an underground worker, he would not be stupid enough to leave such obvious handwriting.
He did it on purpose, including practicing martial arts.
The reason is simple, Long Er took over the Cao Gang.
Yu and Hong are Wu Jingzhong's confidants.
In particular, Hong Zhiyou had a close relationship with the Americans and was also in touch with Yang Wenquan. He was at the peak of his career.
If we say that making friends over a drink and calling each other brothers was a kind of speculation.
Now their friendship of drinking and eating together has blossomed and borne fruit, becoming a giant in Jinhai.
There is no reason for Liao Sanmin not to run the business well.
But he knew very well that Hong and Yu were shrewd people. Since they were going to interact with each other, it was inevitable that they would reveal their true colors after spending more time together.
Therefore, Liao Sanmin chose to actively break the boundaries.
what is interesting is.
Hong Zhiyou and Yu Zecheng recited Wen Yiduo's poems.
This may seem like a joke, but in fact it is a tacit agreement reached by the three people: do not care about personal relationships, just be friends, and seek fame and fortune.
Liao Sanmin knew even better that this tacit understanding was achieved by Hong Zhiyou.
Yu Zecheng is gloomy and difficult to understand.
Only Hong Zhi has this kind of "villain" who can bring the taboos to the table and explain them clearly in a joking manner.
Yu Zecheng also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The mistake he made in the car today already made him feel scared.
When he saw the "bomb" thrown by Liao Sanmin, he almost fainted.
Fortunately, Hong Zhiyou resolved the problem.
"Two old six..."
Hong Zhiyou had a headache.
The two red tickets were more cunning than foxes, and each one was better at setting traps than the other. Only he was smart enough to catch them.
Otherwise, this friendship would fall apart.
"Wow!"
Liao Sanmin tore off the paper and put it into his mouth, chewing it in a few bites.
"Sanmin, you..." Yu Zecheng was a little surprised.
“Old Yu, Brother Hong.
"Just kidding, but you'll lose your head if you give up the red ticket.
“Eighteen were mentioned today.
"The Japanese captured him during the Special High Police period. He hadn't surrendered yet, so the old man sent a representative to have a secret talk with him.
“It’s all left to the party-state.”
Liao Sanmin took a sip of tea and took the initiative to reveal the information.
"Oh, during the Special High Police period? How could it be so valuable?" Yu Zecheng raised his chin and asked in surprise.
“It’s worth nothing.
“It has been squeezed dry a long time ago, and the Jinhai Prefectural Committee has gone through several rounds of blood transfusions.
"Should we kill him?"
Liao Sanmin said.
As he spoke, he had some idea in his mind.
This information is not difficult to obtain. It seems that Old Yu is not as valued by Wu Jingzhong as Secretary Hong.
At the same time, Lao Yu responded with poems and made unintentional probes, seeming to be very interested in the news about the red tickets.
he is……
Yu Zecheng was also examining Liao Sanmin.
From publishing anti-government poems to casually leaking important secrets, was Liao Sanmin testing himself?
Or maybe he himself is also a popular vote.
Or, he wants to do business in red tickets.
"Hey!
"Go ahead, you kill me, I kill you, who cares who kills who, it won't delay me from making money anyway.
"Let's go and watch the execution."
Hong Zhiyou couldn't stand their "touching each other" anymore, so he complained, got up and walked out.
Arrived at the execution ground.
On one side of the wall, a dozen people were tied up and standing in a row.
Among them were Liu Wensheng’s wife and daughter.
There is no Internationale.
There was no impassioned “keep up the hard work, comrades.”
After years of inhuman torture, the bodies of these fighters have long been hollowed out by illness and pain, and they look emaciated, like paper figures that can be blown away by the wind.
The only things that remain unchanged are:
There is always light in their eyes.
"Shoot!" Warden Song waved his big white-gloved hand.
Da da!
Machine guns fired indiscriminately.
Those people soon fell in a pool of blood.
Liao Sanmin looked up at the sky, as if looking for the migratory bird.
Yu Zecheng stared at it without blinking, very calm.
Hong Zhiyou knew that their hearts were bleeding.
Their blood is burning.
There is nothing more painful than watching your comrades die in front of you and being unable to do anything.
There is nothing they can do.
Nothing can be done.
The only way is to turn grief into strength and keep moving forward.
"Hey!"
Hong Zhiyou stared at Liu Wensheng's wife and daughter and sighed silently in his heart.
The hero suffered.
The confidante is disappointed.
Life is fleeting and will eventually be blown away by the wind, leaving the mountains covered in red.
He pretended to be bored and waved his hand:
“What a pity, a pair of beautiful flowers!
"Let's go, brothers.
"go for meal!"
"Well, it's your treat." Yu Zecheng said with a smile.
Liu Xiong on the side secretly withdrew his gaze from the two of them, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he turned away.
……
(End of this chapter)