Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

At 9 a.m. on November 25, 1941, Taiyuan.

"Director! Why haven't you gotten up yet? Did you stay up late again last night?"

"Hurry up and have something to eat. Two special guests are coming to see you in half an hour. This is the news that the deputy commander's guards will personally deliver."

"Hurry, hurry, I've prepared the washing water for you, let's hurry up."

Because Awakening Yonghu carried out a wave of surprise updates in the early morning, Huang He spent the whole night studying two new modules in the system, causing him to wake up an hour and a half later than usual this morning.

Hearing Wang Dexing's urging, Huang was forced to crawl out of the warm bed, and then hurriedly walked towards the sink.

After dispelling his sleepiness with a handful of cold water, he asked curiously:

"Special guest? Who is that?"

"For the deputy commander-in-chief to pay so much attention to it, could it be that the commander-in-chief came to Shanxi from the border area? Or maybe Lao Zeng came to the southeast of Shanxi and had something important to do?"

"Did the guard reveal any specific information?"

As a scientific researcher, Huanghe's daily life can be described as monotonous.

When Chuan Qiang and his fellow villagers were away from Taiyuan, he basically lived a three-point-one-line life in the military industrial zone, factory canteen and residence.

Now that he suddenly heard that a special guest was coming to visit him, it was hard not to arouse Huang He's curiosity.

Upon hearing his director's question, Wang Dexing put breakfast on the table first, then shrugged innocently and replied:

"They just came to deliver a message, but there is no other news."

"According to me, we just have to wait at home. Anyway, the answer to the mystery will be revealed soon. It's a waste of emotions to speculate now."

Hearing this, Huang He nodded in agreement.

But at the moment when he lowered his head to drink millet porridge, a couple who seemed to be made for each other opened the door, and then walked into the living room from outside the house hand in hand.

After seeing Huang He, who was immersed in cooking at the dining table, the handsome man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes smiled slightly, and then said to his wife:

"Oh, it seems we came at the wrong time. Comrade Huang He is having dinner."

"If we had known earlier, we should have stayed with Lao Peng for a while and continued to listen to the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region's deployment and planning for the Second Battle of Xinkou."

The unfamiliar yet slightly familiar southern accent made Huang He, who was eating, subconsciously raise his head.

"Clang!"

After just one glance, he was immersed in the memories of his previous life, and he didn't even notice that the spoon in his hand fell to the ground.

The moment the two looked at each other, articles from his childhood Chinese books flashed through Huang He's mind. Those illustrations and pictures that were already blurry in my memory became vivid and profound again because of the people in front of me.

After a while, he quickly stood up and said hello:

"Mr. Zhou."

"Ah, no, no! Brother Wu!"

"This should be Sister Yi! I have long admired your name! I'm really happy to see you!"

Yes, the man in front of Huang He was an ideological cross who had been a leader in his student days, written martial arts novels, led soldiers in the army and fought in battles, frightened the enemy on the intelligence front, and was omnipotent in diplomacy, economics, and governance. military.

Everyone who knows the brigade commander will jokingly call him the Hexagon Warrior. The man in front of him is more ruthless and can be described as a ball-shaped warrior.

The lady next to him is his wife.

She has been active at the forefront of the revolution and is a pioneer of the women's movement.

The two experienced the bloody April 12 and Shanghai underground struggles together, and supported each other through twenty-five thousand miles together.

Although the sentence, I have been a staunch materialist all my life, and only you, I hope to have an afterlife, is a fabrication of future generations. But they will always be the couple that everyone admires the most.

If Huang He felt nervous and respectful when he saw the Desperate Fox for the first time, then when he saw the Ideological Crusaders at this time, he only felt excitement and admiration.

In an extremely excited state, he even almost called out the other party's future position.

After hearing the name Huang He, the ideological crusader and his wife showed a rather playful smile. The two of them didn't feel offended. On the contrary, they liked this kind of intimate title.

"It seems that your brigade commander is right. You really know a lot of things from the past."

"Today is the first time we have met. This is a gift I prepared for you. I hope you like it."

As soon as she finished speaking, Sister Yi took off the backpack behind her and took out a crumpled book. It could be seen from the cover alone that it had gone through a lot of wind and rain.

There are four big characters on the cover of the book: Heroine.

Without waiting for Huang He's reaction, the ideological crusader continued and added:

"Last time I went back to the border area for business, I met Lao Zeng. When we were chatting, he once said that you were a fan of my books."

"I came in a hurry this time, and the situation in the mountain city is special. I don't have time to prepare a gift for you, so I can only give you this manuscript that has been treasured for twenty-seven years."

Hearing this, Huang He's eyes widened in excitement.

He took the novel with slightly trembling hands, not to mention how excited he looked.

This book is a unique edition in the world. It is the top collection now and in the future. It can definitely be treated as a family heirloom.

It is worth mentioning that when the ideological crusaders announced that the novel would be suspended indefinitely, they used a reason that the author of All Starting Points would never dare to think of: the author went to save the motherland!

What's so great about writing novels in newspapers and periodicals? What's more enjoyable is writing your own stories in history books!

"I like it! I like this gift so much!"

"If possible, Brother Wu, can you give me two more sentences? Just write them on the first page of the manuscript! The first sentence is to read for the rise of China, and the second sentence is to hope that we will meet and take off in China. The time of the world.”

Huang He's request stunned the ideological crusader for a few seconds.

This first sentence is my childhood ambition. The second sentence is a message from my youth when I was separated from my best friend. Hearing it again after so many years made him feel as if he had heard it again.

"no problem!"

"This book is originally a gift to you, so adding a few sentences is naturally a trivial matter."

While the ideological crusaders were leaving notes on the manuscript, Huang He took out two pens from his drawer.

The first pen has a bright silver body, an X-shaped school emblem on its cap, and "For the Motherland, Science and Glory" engraved in French on the pen barrel.

This is a souvenir given to the 1937 graduates of the Ecole Polytechnique in Paris. It is the only thing Huang He brought back from France.

In comparison, the second pen has a more plain appearance.

Its pen cap is bright gold, and there are two symmetrical patterns on the bottom. One is the emblem symbolizing the Second Central Special Design Bureau, and the other is a combination of the four letters of sickle, hammer and C**P.

There is only a string of numbers on the pen barrel, which represents its production batch number.

"You two, please accept these two pens as a testimony of our friendship."

"good."

If it were any other expensive gift, Wu and Yi might not accept it. But high-quality fountain pens are something that every cultural person likes.

In the next period of time, the relationship between the three people quickly became closer through small talk.

We are all comrades in the same camp and share the same lofty ideals. Coupled with the experience of studying in France, we naturally have endless things in common.

After some pleasantries, Huang He asked tentatively:

"Brother Wu, you must have something important to do when you come to Shanxi from the mountain city this time. Will it delay your business if we continue talking like this?"

Since the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, the couple in front of me have been responsible for united front work outside. Basically, there are big and small things to deal with every day.

Now that the other party has come all the way to Shanxi, something must have happened.

Who would have thought that after hearing Huang He's inquiry, the ideological crusader actually showed a wry smile, looking a little helpless.

"It's not a big delay, but it's really a big deal."

"You should know that the Viet Minh is a newly established organization in Southeast Asia in May this year."

"The leader of that organization is an old acquaintance of our Eighth Route Army. He is currently being led by the commander of the 386th Brigade to visit the headquarters."

As soon as these words came out, Huang He suddenly looked confused.

ah!

Vietcong probe?

Although the ideological crusader did not say it clearly, the friend he mentioned must be the old Hu in Southeast Asia.

The two met in France 20 years ago. Since then, they have become comrades on the revolutionary road and have even been called brothers.

However, it is the eight-year-old Hu who keeps calling the ideological crusader his eldest brother, which is a strange thing.

After thinking for a moment, Huang He took the initiative and said:

"If I guess correctly, the Viet Minh should be here asking for help."

"Their land is now occupied by Japan and Vichy France, and they must fight back if they want to take back what is theirs."

"It's just that no matter how powerful the French are in fighting, it will definitely be difficult to defeat a group of stragglers, let alone the ferocious Japanese. Without outside help, it is almost impossible for them to catch the invaders on their own. "

In fact, while Huang He was explaining his point of view, he was also complaining crazily in his heart.

What's going on? Why did Lao Hu come to ask for help in 1941? This doesn't follow the rules!

And didn’t Free France unite with the French Communist Party? If you have anything to do, go see Lao Dai. Coming to Taiyuan almost two thousand kilometers away is nothing!

I call them eldest brother and sister, mainly because I really can’t think of suitable pronouns.