The Heartless Mage Chapter 149: Revolutionary Life

In the early morning, I opened my eyes half asleep, and I heard the rustling sound of the upper bunk. Su Tao always got up a moment earlier than him because he had to take off his undershirt and put on a vest. It was not easy to take off the quilt, so she had no choice but to sit up like a thief while she was not awake.

As soon as she woke up, Bai Liuli followed suit, cradling her head on the pillow, her two black bean eyes pushed forward together, staring straight at the pair of peach-like small **** in front of her. Looking at it, he swam over and put his head on Su Tao's thigh. Su Tao's thick long hair was parted in the middle, and it was piled on her shoulders and back like dark clouds. Between the black hair, there was a pink-white face, and Bai Liuli looked up at her, seeing that she was born with beautiful eyebrows and bright eyes, and her small lips were red.

Wuxin has slept in the dormitory for a week, and has never paid attention to Bai Liuli's whereabouts. The movement in the upper bunk became louder, and it was Su Tao who got up and wore trousers. Seeing that a bare foot stepped down and stepped on the iron ladder at the corner of the bed, she closed her eyes unintentionally and continued pretending to be asleep, wanting Su Tao to put on her shirt comfortably. And in the empty space where he couldn't see, Bai Liuli sneaked out of the bed, crawled under the bed and hid.

Su Tao's neighbors are all boys, so she has to finish washing up before everyone else. The boys all knew that Su Tao lived in the hut at the end of the corridor. While thinking about it, the images of the boys could not help but go to two extremes, either shy and tightly wrapped, or unrestrained naked. Minister Chen was murderous and shirtless every day, strolling back and forth in the corridor, he had already caught a cold, and he was unintentionally nicknamed "Black Back". And because he is indeed dark, the nickname spread immediately and was recognized by the outside world as worthy of the name.

When Minister Chen heard that he had become a wolf dog, he was furious and immediately fought Wuxin. The two fought in the water room on the third floor. Minister Chen locked the door ahead of time and did not allow others to come in to persuade him to fight. He wanted to punch Wuxin to death. Unexpectedly, Wuxin moved very fast and always shot before he shot. The audience gathered outside the door, listening to the crackling sound in the water room, not knowing who was beating whom. At the end, when the door opened, Minister Chen angrily appeared at the door, covered in red marks with slaps. The tiger's eyes widened and glared at the minions in front of him. He rushed away from the crowd and said angrily, "Stop fighting!"

Gu Ji was wearing big pants and caught up with him with a water basin: "Why don't you fight?"

Minister Chen scolded without turning his head: "He's like an old woman, **** slaps me."

Gu Ji hurry up: "You beat him!"

Minister Chen lowered his tone: "He's running around, I can't hit him!"

After the battle of Shuifang, Minister Chen put on his clothes again, and at the same time wanted to **** Su Tao more and more. Su Tao also smelled a dangerous smell in the air, so as soon as she walked out of the room, she hid in the East and Tibet, and basically did not move around alone. Looking around, brushing her teeth and washing her face, she didn't delay for a minute, she just left. After returning to the room, she closed the door, and there was no heart in her eyes. She let out a sigh of relief, her heart beating steadily.

Wu Xin was already dressed, took her water basin and walked out. The room was vacant. She opened the window first to let in the air, then sat on the unintentional bed, combing her hair and braiding it in front of a round mirror on the desk in front of her. The jet-black hair was twisted between her fingers, with luster and elasticity. When the braid was neatly combed, she tucked her sideburns behind her ears, got up and bent over to fold the quilt for Wuxin, picked up the broom and swept the limited piece of ground.

Breakfast is usually eaten in the cafeteria downstairs. The wind in the spring morning, with a slightly cold fresh air. Wuxin walked around the campus with Su Tao and saw that there were already pale yellow and pink shadows among the flowers and trees. He turned his head and smiled at Su Tao who was beside him. He saw that Su Tao was also a flower; Su Tao followed him step by step, without speaking, the flower bloomed in his heart.

The food in the cafeteria is very good, at least better than ordinary people's food. Wuxin and Su Tao were sitting in the corner, and before they finished eating a steamed bun, Gu Ji came with a mess of hair. Wuxin talked to him: "Didn't you wash your face?"

Gu Ji sleepily told him: "I'm here to feed Comrade Ding Mao."

Wuxin looked up at the big clock hanging on the wall: "Why didn't he come?"

Gu Ji yawned: "He's squatting on the toilet!"

Inadvertently asked again: "Has there been any activity recently?"

Gu Ji took the lunch box containing steamed buns and shredded pickles from the master, and sneered: "You copy him a big-character poster every day, why do you still need to ask me?"

Wuxin smiled and took a bite of the steamed bun, I really don't know. All Xiao Dingmao's words and deeds are unfathomable and profound.

Gu Ji delivered the lunch box to Ding Mao's dormitory. The little Dingmao lives in a single room. In the bedroom that can sleep eight people with four bunk beds, there is only one single bed and a set of table and chairs. When Gu Ji entered the door, Ma Xiuhong was sweeping the floor. The little Dingmao waved at him expressionlessly, so he put down the lunch box wisely and withdrew.

Holding a cup of steaming Kudingcha in both hands, the little Dingmao sipped it one by one. As soon as the door opened, Du Gan walked in hurriedly. Facing Ma Xiuhong with a serious nod, she stopped at the table and opened her mouth, but her voice was unexpectedly soft: "Are you going to have breakfast?"

Little Ding Mao pointed to the open lunch box on the table, and shook his head at the same time: "I can't eat it."

Early morning is the best time for Du Ganchuang's image, because he has just washed off the oil on his face and can show a bit of cleanness: "Can't eat it?"

Little Ding Mao nodded: "It's not a long-term solution."

Du Ganchuang thought about it and asked, "I'll get you some senna leaves to soak in water?"

Little Ding Mao opened his mouth and sighed: "Let's talk about it, Ma Xiuhong made me a cup of Kuding tea. If Kuding tea doesn't work, try your method again."

As soon as these words came out, Du Ganchuang's face darkened, and the acne on his forehead and temple became much brighter. With her fierce and unparalleled inner show, she is still no match for Ma Xiuhong who is like a pickled cucumber.

Ma Xiuhong swept the ground slowly, her expression and mood were calm, and she had no plans to leave.

Little Dingmao put down the teacup, asked Du Ganchuang to sit beside him, and then asked, "What's new about Mr. Hong recently?"

Du Ganchuang regained a little energy: "Their leader went to Chang'an County the day before yesterday."

Little Ding Mao put down the teacup, opened the drawer and found the cigarette case: "Chang'an County?"

Du Ganchuang lowered his voice and said, "According to reliable sources, they are looking for arms."

Little Ding Mao looked up at her: "Do they have a solution?"

Ma Xiuhong floated to the little Dingmao like a wisp of fragrance and lit a match to light a cigarette for him. Du Ganchuang automatically removed her from his field of vision and replied, "Chang'an County, there is an armory."

Little Ding Mao immediately slapped her thigh: "Fuck! Why can't Li Zuocheng be here?"

Du Ganzhuang glanced at Ma Xiuhong and went to sweep the floor again. He felt a little more comfortable and felt his worth: "Li Zuocheng sent a telegram yesterday, saying that he had grabbed two heavy machine guns. If there is no accident, he will Will be there in three days."

Little Dingmao drew a circle in the air with the cigarette in his hand: "As soon as they arrived in Wenxian, they immediately blocked the train station, and Mr. Hong was not allowed to use the railway to transport weapons. Is there any new situation in Baoding?"

Du Ganzhuang replied: "No. 1 will organize a team to attack the military region."

Little Ding Mao put out his cigarette in the ashtray, raised his hand and rubbed his stomach: "As soon as Li Zuocheng arrives, we will immediately go to Chang'an County to occupy the armory before Mr. Hong. During this period, the propaganda work cannot be stopped. , don't let me hear Mr. Hong's voice in Wenxian."

When the voice fell, he took out a large roll of toilet paper from the drawer, turned around and walked out. Du Ganchuang stood still, unwilling to leave until Ma Xiuhong swept the broom at her feet.

By the morning hours, the headquarters was very popular. Wuxin squatted on the campus ground with his sleeves rolled up, copying big-character posters in the open air. One word on a large piece of paper, and a line of headings can cover half of the wall. Tian Xiaorui and a group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls stood in a circle, and they all said that he was a good character, not like the big-character poster copied by Li Mengmeng, which was messy, like a dog's paw dipped in ink and scratched out. Tian Xiaorui had seen enough of the calligraphy, and smiled condescendingly: "Su Tao, don't mix the paste for him. Let me hear how your voice is. If it's good, I'll admit you to our publicity team."

Su Tao squatted beside a paste bucket, looked up at Tian Xiaorui and smiled: "I can't sing, but I can work."

Tian Xiaorui turned her head and winked at her female companion. The girls were tacit and burst into laughter. Su Tao knew that they were laughing at her for being unintentional, and her face was red with fire. She lowered her head and brushed paste on the back of the big-character poster she had written.

Inadvertently, he put the brush into the ink bottle and stirred it up. He looked at the big-character poster and said, "Let's go, let's go, let's have a good time, you still can't finish it. From now on, willing to If you give me the paste, you can stay, and if you don’t want to brush it, get out of the way. A good big girl stands stupidly in the sun, not afraid of tanning your face?”

Tian Xiaorui was about to refute, but before she could speak, the female companion beside her suddenly pulled her arm. She turned to look, and saw Xiao Dingmao walking slowly along the way with Ma Xiuhong and Gu Ji.

Before the propaganda team dispersed, Xiao Dingmao stopped in front of Wuxin. Bending down with his hands on his back, he read Wuxin's words carefully, then got up and said, "I'm going to the countryside tomorrow, you two will follow me, remember to go to the second floor at night to pick up the ink and colored paper, and bring it to me tomorrow. Complete."

Gu Ji lowered his head, vaguely feeling Tian Xiaorui's gaze. Intellectually, he knew that Tian Xiaorui was pretty and worthy of him; but Tian Xiaorui had sharp teeth, and he was really afraid of her. And Tian Xiaorui glared at him for a long time, and when he saw him pretending to be a dead dog with his broad shoulders and broad back, he turned his head in anger, hating him for being a vain wretch.

The little Dingmao finished his instructions and walked away. However, Du Ganchuang hurried out of the building with the two young men, and whispered a few words in his ear. After hearing that, Ding Mao turned to look at Gu Ji: "Is Gu Mingtang your father?"

Gu Ji was taken aback: "He... is."

Little Dingmao smiled at him: "Gu Mingtang escaped from the steel factory security office early this morning and went to Hong Kong."

Gu Ji immediately took a step back, his face faded and turned pale: "I don't know... He may have been rushed... It's none of my business, I don't know."

Little Ding Mao looked at him and said nothing.

Gu Ji cried in the panic: "I really don't know... I have long since made a clear line with him, he is him and I am me, and I haven't been home for more than a week... "

Little Ding Mao said lightly: "I'm a hero and a hero, I'm a reactionary and a bastard, that's basically the case."

Then he raised his hand: "Lock up Gu Ji and deal with him when I'm free."

The two youths behind Du Ganchuang swarmed up and cut Gu Ji's arms backwards. Gu Jibei was taller and burly than everyone present, but he bent down and lowered his head in front of the little Ding Mao. He would only cry, his long legs swayed, and he was so scared that he lost his bones.

Xiao Dingmao said again: "Send someone to Gu's house to see if Gu Mingtang's wife is still there. If she is, they will be arrested together."

Gu Ji was escorted away, and the propaganda team also dispersed. Wuxin squatted under the big sun, copied a big-character poster and put it aside to hang out. Su Tao was afraid that the big-character poster would be blown away by the wind, so she picked up two stones and pressed it on the paper. Unexpectedly, Du Ganchuang suddenly asked, "Why do you use stones to oppress the revolutionary posters?"

Su Tao was so frightened that she immediately moved the stone away and pressed both sides of the poster with both hands.

Du Ganzhuang strode past Su Tao and stepped on the back of her hand. The little Ding Mao shook his head in disapproval and followed. Wuxin put down the brush, grabbed Su Tao's hand and rubbed it, and asked aloud, "Does it hurt?"

Su Tao thoughtfully wanted to hide behind him: "It doesn't hurt."

Wuxin whispered: "You wait, I will avenge you at night."