The Heartless Mage Chapter 142: Little Ding cat

Little Ding Mao put one hand in his trouser pocket, half a cigarette in the other, and walked slowly to the gate of the headquarters. Although Minister Chen's face is as black as iron, and he has tendon flesh that does not show the mountains and the water, but in front of the fair-skinned attendant No. 3, he is short for no reason, and his iron-like hardness has softened. Hanging down his hands like a senior valet, he bent his waist slightly, followed closely by the side of the little Ding Mao, and took the initiative to introduce: "There are not many comrades sitting in the headquarters. Go inside and dig out the bad counter-revolutionaries hidden among the revolutionary masses.”

Little Ding Mao nodded: "Very good, the revolutionary masses can roar and make the earth tremble three times." Then he pointed forward with the cigarette in his hand: "The headquarters is a bit out of place."

Minister Chen replied with a smile, "It turned out to be a primary school for the children of the steel mill. The place is not spacious."

Little Ding Mao took a deep breath, then turned his head and exhaled, and said succinctly: "It should be changed. Materialists, matter determines consciousness. The command post of a small family cannot produce far-sighted decisions. ."

Minister Chen hurriedly agreed. At this time, the two female generals accompanying from Baoding got out of the jeep and strode up to catch up. One of the five short-statured female generals is in the Mood for Love, with a head like a wheat bucket and eyes like steel bells, but her status is high. Another female general has a thin body and a thin face. She wears an old yellow-green military uniform and looks like a pickled cucumber. Her name is Ma Xiuhong, and she is Xiaoding Mao's confidential secretary. Du Ganchuang and Ma Xiuhong are loyal to Xiaodingmao, and Xiaodingmao faces such two comrades all day long, and can't help but live like a proud snow and cold plum. The revolutionary will is extremely firm, the life style is extremely innocent, and the messy mind has never been .

The eyes were slanted towards the two comrades of the opposite **** beside him. Little Dingmao secretly bit the cigarette in his mouth and glanced at Li Mengmeng next to Minister Chen. He frowned again.

Crossing the campus and entering the large office of the headquarters, Ding Mao went straight to the point and asked Minister Chen to take out the map of Wenxian County and mark the joint site. Minister Chen held a red and blue pencil and drew several big red circles on the map: "Comrade Little Ding Mao, the steel mill, Zhongyi Middle School, and the eastern half of the machinery factory are all occupied by us."

Little Dingmao handed the cigarette **** back to Ma Xiuhong: "The county party committee compound was occupied by Mr. Hong?"

Minister Chen was ashamed, scratching his head and smiling shyly.

Little Ding Mao shook his head: "Struggle is always repetitive, it doesn't matter. Make trouble, fail, make trouble again, fail again, until you perish - this is the logic of Mr. Hong. Struggle, fail, struggle again, Defeat again until victory - this is our logic. The quotations of the great leader Chairman Mao should be the guiding ideology of your struggle."

Then he turned his head and nodded to Gu Ji: "Why are you looking at me again?"

Gu Ji's soft smile: "You speak too, too well."

Little Ding Mao pointed at him: "Where are you from?"

Gu Jiden felt guilty: "worker, worker."

Minister Chen glanced at him and saw that he dared to step over him and openly flatter No. 3. He really forgot what his grandfather did!

Little Dingmao ignored him, looked at the map for a long time, and finally asked, "How are the conditions in Zhongyizhong?"

Minister Chen replied without hesitation: "No. 1 Middle School is a building with three floors. It's pretty good."

Little Ding Mao looked up at him: "Why not put the headquarters in No. 1?"

Minister Chen hesitated immediately: "No. 1 Middle School... I heard, I heard someone say that No. 1 Middle School is haunted."

Little Ding Mao poked his head toward him: "Haunted?"

Minister Chen scratched his head subconsciously: "They said...there was a class in the middle of the night."

Little Ding Mao tilted her head: "Class?"

Minister Chen felt that he was spreading feudal superstition and was very sweaty: "It's not really a class. Someone entered the first middle building at night, maybe he was hallucinating, seeing a dead teacher and teaching students-- Last year, there were several teachers who died at the Criticism Conference."

Little Ding Mao shook his head disapprovingly: "Complete materialists are fearless. I'll go over to see the situation right away. If one can be used, the headquarters will move immediately. Who has bicycles? Jeeps don't. It's not good to start the school and move the crowd." He pushed aside the crowd and looked at Gu Ji: "Do you have one?"

Gu Ji was deeply honored and blushed: "Yes!"

Xiao Ding Mao said to Du Ganchuang and Ma Xiuhong who were beside him: "You stay here and let Xiao Chen help you quickly grasp the situation in Wenxian. I will go out for a walk by myself."

Ma Xiuhong loves him very much: "Do you want to bring a few people with you?"

Little Dingmao waved his hand: "No need. I won't go to Mr. Hong's site, and Mr. Hong doesn't even know that I am in Wenxian."

Gu Jin is the grandfather of a jerk. Ever since he was sensible, he has been under pressure and always seems to be inferior. Now that the little Dingmao took the initiative to talk to him several times, he was flattered and almost grateful. Pushing the bicycle outside the command post, he thoughtfully asked the little Ding Mao: "How do you sit? Are you riding or sitting on your side?"

Little Ding Mao waved his hand: "You ride yours, I'll jump on it."

Gu Ji raised his legs and got on the bike, but because he was still nervous, he rode the bike wobbly. Little Dingmao followed behind for a few steps, seized the opportunity to jump sideways, and his buttocks made the bicycle crooked. Gu Ji patronized to keep his balance, forgetting to pay attention to the direction. He only heard a "crack", and he was rolling over a flat stone across the road. Shaking the handlebars from side to side, he stepped on the pedals with all his might, and while jumping forward, he found that he finally rode the bike on the right track, much lighter.

Galloping into the wind, he arrived at Desolate One Middle School within twenty minutes. As soon as he squeezed the brake and stepped on the ground, he turned around and was about to speak, but when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he was suddenly stunned.

The little cat is gone!

He got off the bicycle immediately, looked around, and saw a large group of bicycles appearing far away on the road. The leader was Minister Chen, who was riding a half-new Flying Pigeon bicycle. Sitting sideways in the back of the car is the little Ding Mao.

When the brigade arrived at the gate of No. 1 Middle School, Gu Ji pushed the bicycle and was speechless, while Minister Chen scolded: "Gu Ji, you are stupid! Do you know that when you hit the road, Comrade Xiao Dingmao was thrown down. Now? We can't even chase you with a bunch of people behind you, but you're riding quite fast with your ass!"

Gu Ji almost cried. Little Ding Mao ignored him, jumped off the track and walked towards the campus. Minister Chen and others locked the bicycles and trotted to keep up. In the early morning, no one was afraid; the little cat entered the school gate and did not walk a few steps, suddenly stopped and asked, "Is there anyone in the classroom ahead?"

Minister Chen raised his eyes and looked into the distance. Through the glass window, he could see Wuxin and Su Tao in the empty classroom.

"It seems that there are only two people, a man and a woman." Minister Chen replied in a deep voice, "Did they engage in a target?"

Little Dingmao raised his hand and pointed to his feet: "Yizhong is very close to the sphere of influence of the Red President. We should not take all suspicious people lightly. Everyone spreads out, catch them and ask!"

Minister Chen has been fighting with people all year round and has a lot of combat experience. At this moment, he gave an order to the classmates and besties behind him, and everyone immediately dispersed. The little Dingmao turned back and waved to Gu Jiyi: "Don't cry, forgive you and come with me."

When Minister Chen and others blocked the door of the classroom, Wuxin and Su Tao were sitting on the desk turning over the flower rope. In the early morning, they sneaked out for a trip, and found that there were Red Guard squads passing by from time to time on the street, and the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air was still strong, and they could not tolerate them swaying. .

The two were full and had nothing to do. Su Tao pulled out a roll of red wool as thick as her little finger from her schoolbag, and stretched it just enough to use it to turn the flower rope. Of course, turning the flower rope is a little girl's game, but Wuxin is also willing to play with her. Yesterday, when he saw Su Tao with two thorn braids hanging down, he regarded him as a yellow-haired girl; today Su Tao is neatly dressed, it turned out to be a good head of black, shiny and thick hair, which set off a pink and white face, so beautiful Unlike ordinary girls. As the saying goes, "people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles". Originally, people relied on clothes to add color, but a half-old military uniform with no shape and style was worn on Su Tao, because it did not match her face. In contrast, it made her feel like a princess in trouble.

Wu Xin likes her very much, not because she covets her body or admires her inner meaning, but simply loves her. Like a little boy likes a little girl, like a big brother likes a little sister. So when Minister Chen and others suddenly appeared at the door, he jumped off the desk and pulled Su Tao behind him at once.

Minister Chen met him face to face, but was stunned, then raised his finger and shouted at him, "Okay, it's you again!"

The little Dingmao moved away from Minister Chen and entered the classroom leisurely. Looking at Wuxin, blinking his eyes and raising his eyebrows, he didn't speak for a while, and finally said: "The one who hides behind, stand up!"

Su Tao was so frightened that her legs were stiff, and she took a step sideways with difficulty. She hung her head and shivered into a ball, and her white fingers were still wrapped in red yarn.

Minister Chen stared at Su Tao with a pair of eyes, rushing to report with a mouth: "We saw him on the street yesterday! His identity is unknown, and it is very likely that he is a member of Hong Kong!"

Wuxin also took a step, blocking Su Tao again: "You have checked my identity and know that I am not."

Little Ding Mao walked up to him alone: ​​"What identification do you have? Show it to me."

Wuxin turned around and took his schoolbag from the desk, opened it and reached out to dig into it. There are a lot of things in the bag, mainly buns wrapped in wax paper, and a few sausages. He took out the letter of introduction and handed it to Xiao Ding Mao, he explained in a proper manner: "The two of us came out together, and we were robbed on the train. Both of our student ID cards were lost, and her letter of introduction was also lost. .Yesterday your people insisted that we are some kind of red boss, so scared that we didn't dare to go to the street."

Little Ding Mao read the letter of introduction, then squeezed it with both hands, and tore it in half with a "cha" sound, crumpling it into a ball. Throwing the ball of paper on the ground, he reached out to Wuxin: "Identification, show me."

Wuxin glanced at him, then lowered his eyes and replied, "No proof."

Xiao Dingmao turned around and said to Minister Chen, "Revolution is done with real swords and guns, not through a few desks." Then he grabbed Su Tao's exposed hand. Looking at the red yarn on his fingers, he smiled: "The petty bourgeoisie's petty love."

Su Tao desperately yanked her hand back, her other hand grabbed the back of Wuxin's clothes secretly, and at the same time lowered her head, resolutely not looking at Dingmao. Little Ding cat is not reluctant. Turning around and walking towards the door, he gave an order to Minister Chen: "The two of them are unknown, and they are still engaging in hooliganism in broad daylight. Take them away!"

Minister Chen's party was crowded and escorted Wuxin and Su Tao away together. And the little Dingmao took Gu Ji to patrol upstairs and downstairs, and then went to the roof of the building to look down on the entire campus. Finally, he asked Gu Ji: "I heard from Xiao Chen, you have always been his roommate?"

Gu Ji nodded immediately: "Yes, it has been since elementary school."

Ding Mao asked again: "Are you from Wenxian?"

Gu Ji continued to nod: "Yes."

Little Dingmao turned to the front condescendingly: "I can be considered a native of Wenxian County. I was born in Zhuzui Town. I moved to Baoding when I was about ten years old. Have you been to Zhuzui Town?"

Gu Ji replied with sincerity and fear: "It turns out that we always go there. Isn't Zhuzui Town next to the Zhutoushan mining area? We often go to the mountains to play."

Little Ding Mao shook his head: "Pig Head Mountain, there is no fun."