Chapter 4 three

The tied rope was tightly pinched into the skin, and Irie felt the other party's hostility from the pain. His body was suspended in the air, knowing that he was being carried. Hey, Big Liu, you are in charge of the bicycle and luggage. The sound was deafening. Who told you to bring the Japanese here! Immediately after the reprimand sounded. No, the other party found it by himself.I can't drive him away. The old man defended in a panic. Nonsense, obviously you brought it. The voice of the conversation is getting further and further away.The group of people who carried them into the river began to trot.

After a while, he was put on a hard board and then stuffed into a delivery truck. Although he was in a dangerous situation, Enter Jiang hadn't lost his calmness in judging the situation, and even thought a little too optimistically: he wouldn't be shot, he might be taken as a hostage.Blindfolded is not to want the route to be seen through, so he should be released. Maybe too optimistic. The wheels creaked uncomfortably.Due to the severe shaking, the back of Irie's head and back bone hit the baffle from time to time. After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the wheels stopped, and Irie was carried out again.

After a while, he was taken off and the blindfold was removed, only then did he realize that he was lying on a bed. It was a Chinese-style bed, with only a straw mat on the board, which was very hard. how?It hurts, the road is bad, there is nothing I can do. The man sitting cross-legged on a wooden bench in front of the bed was talking to him. It was the man with the rifle just now. The blindfold was suddenly removed, and the eyes were bright.Although he was in the house, the door was wide open, and the sunlight flooded the room, making Rujiang feel dazzling. They seem to know that I understand Chinese.

While thinking to himself, Irie stared at the other person's face. I didn't have time to take a closer look at the old man's house, but now I saw the man's big eyes shining, but his small mouth looked childish. He was about twenty years old. The personality seems to be unable to sit still, and the knees crossed are constantly shaking. Maybe it is timid, and he does not look at Irie's face when he asks: What are you doing here? I am a scholar, and I came here to study the Cliff Buddha in Yuling. Irie answered. I know from the confiscated identity card just now, I ask you whether it is true or false?

real! Is there any evidence? Nothing like that.If you don't even trust your ID card, there's nothing you can do! Did you come here to work in Qingxiang? Qingxiang work?I'm not qualified yet. Irie replied and tried to move his body.However, the rope tightly pinched his wrist and it hurt so much, he frowned. Hey, Xiao Tang, come here! A call came from out of nowhere. There was no one else in the room, and upon closer inspection, there was a brick-like balcony in front of the room, and half a rattan recliner was exposed behind the pillars. On the reclining chair, the lower body of the person can be seen.He wears khaki trousers and blue canvas shoes with the toes turned up.Someone is lying there.

yes! The young man surnamed Tang walked over in response.The person on the recliner seemed to be the leader, as if giving some order in a low voice, it took a while. After Xiao Tang turned around and turned back, he turned Irie's body over and reached for the knot that tied the rope. It's not so tight While talking, Xiao Tang untied the rope. How, are you more comfortable? Xiao Tang smiled, then returned to the bench and crossed his legs. Irie's hands and feet regained their freedom, propped up his upper body, moved his hands to the edge of the bed and sat down, and the soles of his shoes finally touched the ground.

Xiaotang looked at the note in his hand, then turned to look at Irijiang's face, and asked: What school did you graduate from? The note must have written the question the man on the deck chair taught him. K University in Japan. What do you specialize in? Art history, especially Chinese and Japanese. What was the name of the advisor at the time? Xiaotang asked cautiously. Mr. Iijima. What about the art teacher at Beijing C University? Mr. Cai Borang, this person knows my business very well, so you might as well send a telegram and ask. shut up!After speaking, Xiaotang looked at the note.Well, also, who was the first Chinese to study the Stone Buddha Temple in Datong?

Chen Yuan, he published the paper "Records of Datong Wuzhou Mountain Stone Buddhist Temple" in "Oriental Magazine".It happened 25 years ago, so it should be the earliest in China. Xiao Tang turned his head back, deliberately judging from the reaction of the man on the recliner whether the answer was correct.It seemed that it was passed, and Xiaotang went on to ask the next question: What is the alias of the 19th cave of Datong Stone Buddha Temple? It should be Bai Ye Chuandong. Before entering the river, the man on the recliner said: That's it, that's it. How to deal with this man?

Xiao Tang swaggered his knees and asked. Take to the back room. yes!After responding, Xiaotang turned to enter the river, urging: stand up. When he walked out of the room, Irie looked at the reclining chair, but he didn't see the face of the man lying on it.Because the face lying on his back was covered with a book. When passing by, Irie glanced at the title of the book: Asia and American Isolationism. still written in foreign language At this time, it was the leader of the guerrillas in this area, the English-speaking Wolong, that flashed into Ijiang's mind. It could be this man.

Irie was forcibly taken by Xiaotang into a very far back room, and there was only a bed in it. Stay here for now. After Xiao Tang finished speaking, he walked out of the room.There was the sound of the door being locked. Is under house arrest. The room was large and dimly lit, with only a small window on the wall.The windows had no glass and were fitted with iron bars. It was like a prison cell for prisoners from which they could not escape. Not being tied up is still not satisfactory.Looking out from the iron window, you can see a corner of the courtyard.It is said to be a courtyard, but it is actually a farmyard, and the yard is the grain drying field.Don't talk about flower beds, it's just a gray open space that doesn't even grow grass.

A bicycle lay sideways there.One can tell at a glance that it is a non-flat tire bicycle that entered the river.But the travel bag strapped to the back seat is missing, maybe checking.In addition to a few books related to art, notebooks, a change of underwear, there is also a lunch box in the bag. Thinking of bento, Irie felt hungry. Look at your watch, it's past twelve noon. Irie lay on the bed.I thought, I don’t know what will happen next, in short, don’t waste energy and energy needlessly, just wait for the opportunity. Calm down, don't think about it. Thinking of this, he closed his eyes. Insomnia the night before, maybe lack of sleep turned into a good thing.Eyelids gradually became heavy, and finally fell asleep. It was two o'clock in the afternoon when I was awakened by the sound of the door opening, and I had slept for a full two hours.It was Xiao Tang who opened the door. However, he did not enter the room.After putting a green bundle on the floor, he walked out without saying a word, closed the door and locked it. In the burden is the bento Irie brought himself. It must be very comfortable to spend some time during work breaks, and Irie also likes it.However, it is really a torment to just stay foolishly in an uneasy environment. Trying to turn a blind eye to what is happening in front of him as much as possible, but this disguise will be replaced by terrifying thoughts of what will happen next, and he can't get rid of it no matter what. This bento is not so much to fill the stomach, but to forget the fear and anxiety during this period, which is something to be thankful for. Irie has never eaten lunch so desperately in his life. Time seems to be very long. Irie collapsed on the bed discouraged, and after about thirty minutes he still couldn't calm down.Jumping up anxiously, he kept circling around the room, watching the courtyard from the small window. In the gray courtyard, the shadows of the buildings gradually expanded. There is no way to do this, it will only make you more tired. Comforting himself, he went back to bed.Irie repeated this action several times. I can't remember how many times when I got back to bed, I heard someone talking from the courtyard. Irie got up from the bed, walked to the small window and looked out.He wants attention to be drawn to anything as long as it keeps him away from disturbing emotions. Although the room where he was imprisoned was on the first floor, the ground inside the room was much higher than the outside.Therefore, the position of the small window is exactly at the height of the eyes, and when viewed from the inside, it is just at an angle of looking down. Two figures came into Irie's sight.Due to the light, the two looked like silhouettes, and the tall man's feet seemed familiar. Blue canvas shoes, the color of the trousers is very earthy yellow, isn't it the one on the reclining chair? The other was also wearing long trousers, but was small and could be seen as a woman from her hairstyle. Are you trying to hide from Xie Shiyu?Wouldn't it be to avoid the problem? said the man. No, the woman's tone was very serious.Never thought of running away, that guy has nothing to be afraid of. You, this is lying, that man is a powerful character!But so what, we're here anyway. Although the voice was low, it was quiet all around, and the wind direction was just right, so I could hear it clearly. The reason why Iri can understand them is mainly because they talk in Mandarin, not the unique dialect of that place.And, besides hearing that both were fairly educated, their hometowns were different. Not that.The woman said, have you read the recent meeting report of the Provincial Committee? Look. That report analyzed how the final victory was approaching and that in the Pacific, the Japanese army was retreating steadily. Although the analysis of the current situation is correct, we must not take it lightly. However, remind everyone not to make unnecessary sacrifices, and I agree. pointless?Can our efforts be said to be meaningless? That's not what I mean, what I mean is that in the future, what we will face in the future is no longer a problem that if we lose a city, we must regain it. The gain or loss of an inch of land does not affect the overall situation, which is indeed what it says. Blindly fighting has no strategic value.In other words, from now on, we are no longer local guerrillas, but should participate in larger and higher-level political struggles. It's not that I don't understand.However, abandoning the organization that was built with great difficulty I can understand your inseparable mood.But I think it's just too emotional to be attached to what you have to give up in order to move forward. I'll think about it again.The liaison station to Chongqing is still there, and you can go there anytime if you want to. I have to go, it would be too bad to make Xie Shiyu suspicious at a critical moment. That's right.By the way, I caught a Japanese who was going to Yuling. As he spoke, the man seemed to turn around. Irie reflexively left the window and squatted down. It should be locked in that room. The man continued talking. It seems that Irie didn't notice that Irie was listening by the window. what kind of person? Scholars who want to study Cliff Buddha.In short, it is not like the staff of Qingxiang. What are you going to do with him? Knowledge knows no borders.Release him tomorrow. If it doesn't feel right, it's off when we head to Chongqing.Otherwise, it would be meaningless to meet the annoying Japanese in Yuling. The man was silent for a moment. Irie held his breath, waiting for how his fate would be decided. The two seem to be discussing how to give up guerrilla activities with diminished strategic significance and go to Chongqing to participate in political activities.In addition, it was also heard that the woman lived near Yuling. I don't know when they will go to Chongqing, it's hard to bear to be stuck here all the time.The precious month of entering the river is fleeting. Finally, I heard a man's voice proclaiming something. It doesn't feel disgusting, on the contrary, it is a young man who makes people feel good. That's good It would be best to meet you in Yuling.In times of war, one has to hate the enemy, but peace soon comes.Then you have to learn to be friendly with each other.Well, just take it as an exercise.But if it's too close and friendly, I'd be worried. What are you talking about! It sounded like a woman beating a man on the back violently. let's go. said the man. The footsteps are far away. Irie breathed a sigh of relief. All in all, knowing that you will be released tomorrow. He lay back on the bed again and spread his hands and feet wide open. That man must be Wolong! He faces the ceiling, talking to himself. In order to test whether Irie is a real art historian, the questions he came up with in a short period of time were actually quite professional.This made Irie very surprised. If it is a fake art history scholar, I am afraid that in the face of those questions, I have already exposed my feet. Wolong really lives up to its reputation! he thinks.