This book was selected as the topic of the key publication of the 2021 theme publishing of the Propaganda Department
Chang'an (Part 1)
Ah Ying
Chapter 1
One
No one expected that Ku Danian would actually wake up before the completion ceremony of the top-secret project.
The hospital, which had shrunk at the foot of the city wall, had been crowded with waves of people from the treetops of the moon last night, and first the head of the city rushed into the courtyard like a jeep, shouting and shouting, grasping the rescue, and at any cost, let the commander-in-chief open his eyes. Later, there were large and small figures in the project, and the clothes were still splashed with rice grain residue, and they rode to visit on their bicycles, but they stared at the white miserable windows one by one, and they would only mutter something in their mouths. It seemed that the faces of the people in the hospital were all burning, and they all hoped that the commander-in-chief would come out of the ward and light up the voice of Jiaodong green onion in front of the already erected shell factory.
With one hand crossed at the waist and the other holding his chin, the yellow tiger stood fixedly in a gray corner of the courtyard, gritting his teeth and staring at the people close to the hospital, as if he saw that everyone was suspicious and wanted to arrest and interrogate him. The two guards were selfless in iron faces, not only standing outside the door of the emergency room like an iron tower, but also staring at four eyes like a fierce god, even the medical staff had to check the badge when entering and leaving, and whoever wanted to hold the door slit and look inward would be pushed away by the iron bar-like arm.
Of course, these vigilance deployments lost their effectiveness in front of the deputy mayor in the blue hat, and people jumped out of the jeep like a bricked dog, pounced on the guards in one step, rushed into the emergency gate in two steps, and then came out with their hands on the nose of the yellow tiger, and the split head covered his face with a stinky scolding, no one has ever seen the lean security team leader so pitiful, let the spit star smash on the face and do not move: I said old Yellow, where did your vigilance go? Now is not the same as before liberation, we are in the light, the enemy is in the dark, you can not look at Ku Danian as an ordinary division-level cadre. Just with such a small guard? You should know that the project he is responsible for even Chiang Kai-shek and the Yankees are staring at the bull's eye, really have to have a three long and two short, you boy can't eat and go around!
In fact, did the leader of the security group ever despise the commander-in-chief's vigilance?
Every nerve in the yellow tiger's head was straightened, and a conspiratorial judgment was made on the face of every person who entered the hospital, as if everyone felt strange, and the hands and feet were a little unnatural. Finally, when the commander-in-chief's breathing was smooth, he got on his bicycle with a heavy heart and pedaled towards the eighth construction site against the lonely starlight.
At this moment, the quiet earth seemed to be waking up, and the undulating Qinling Mountains could already be faintly seen. I heard that it is this vast mountain beam that divides the earth into south and north, and also gathers all kinds of grass and trees on the slope cliffs, especially the mysterious yukou can also overflow the clear river water, attracting all the gods and immortals to live in seclusion, and also attracting several emperors to put the emperor at the foot of the mountain, and now the lofty silhouette seems to hide how many hooks are hidden. He has been transferred to Xi'an for more than a year, and he has become accustomed to the oil and spicy seeds and noodles here, but he does not like this place, there are ruins and broken walls everywhere, and a little inquiry into the brick cracks will drill out characters holding swords and hugging wats, fiddling with a period of lamenting the past, so that anyone who listens to it will be wide-eyed. In fact, in the years of playing with swords and arrows, the city wall still has a bit of a defensive effect, and today, with the use of guns and ammunition, the city wall has become a conspicuous target. However, the dynasty that inhabits this yellow land has performed one scene after another of the great dramas of the wind and the wind, walking in this dusty land, every foot can hear the ancient bells and the noise of the court, which seems to have pulled history to the eyes. Today, the decadent ruin and the rising new areas echo in the distance, although they are all covered with gray bricks, but they show the desires of different eras.
Without hesitation, the leader of the guard rode into a path that was cut closer. This should be regarded as a treasure of feng shui, leaning on the Xun River gushing out of the Qinling Mountains. In the past, there were only two cramped villages on the riverbank, quietly hiding on both sides of a temple, but a large tomb called Han Xin Tomb, commanding thousands of large and small tombs, crowding the remaining empty space to the full. However, the experts known as Lao Maozi did not have these scruples, and after seven days of circling the city of Xi'an, they erected the poles carved with red bars here, and surrounded the lonely wilderness one by one.
"Chang'an", by Ah Ying/Author
Published in July 2021
Selected Novels, Nos. 1 and 2, 2022
The yellow tiger stared at the high and low graves, and a rusty light suddenly flashed in his mind.
Shouldn't it be the cultural relics dealers who have their eyes on thieves and attacked the commander-in-chief for the purpose of digging up cultural relics? The guys looked at the wearing nests one by one, even if they were still naked in thick cotton clothes and cotton pants on The Day of May, but when night fell, their movements were like monkeys, once they stared at which place would bury the treasure, looking east, looking west, stomping on the ground twice with their heels, a Luoyang shovel, and digging into the head of whose ancestors, they might carry a lifetime of glory and wealth home.
Alas, in order to clean up these stubble tombs, the command and the cultural relics people did not quarrel less, and even fought roughly. Those who heard the news and rushed to clean up the tomb were really difficult enough, one by one, holding a spatula for stir-frying, and pinning a brush around the waist, which was originally half a day's work, and they could grind for ten days and a half months. The title of commander-in-chief on the head of the sudden danian was of course on fire, and that day he was pulled to the outside of the Wanshou Temple to quietly confess, and then when he encountered the ancient tomb, he immediately dug it up, took out the funerary materials and buried it overnight. However, the tactics they had planned had only been advanced for a week, and an old man with long hair in a robe and a horse coat pounced into the construction site, pulled out a few pieces of rotten porcelain from the mound, and beat his chest and cried, as if he had secretly dug up his family's ancestral grave. In desperation, the command had to pull a barbed wire fence and hang a sign a few meters apart:
Military strongholds, unless you want to enter.
However, the reputation of the damaged cultural relics of the top-secret project has still spread, some people have written a letter of complaint to the State Council, and it seems that Beijing has also given three points to these robes and coats, and there are constantly instructions from thunderous names. People don't know that this project is really too important at present, how many people have shed blood and sacrificed the country, and it is only a skill to think of how to keep it! Now, the worries buried in the ground have finally been dealt with by stumbling, and even if there are regrets, they have become the remnants of compaction.
The heavens are above, the ancestors are on top, is there really anyone willing to extend a poisonous hand to the commander-in-chief for the entanglement of silence?
The Yellow Tiger skimmed his lips at this thought, and the wheels under his feet turned again, and this project, which was named No. 8, and the rammed land that came and went around it, were all top-secret projects designed by the Soviet Big Brother. Everyone knows that the troops have just withdrawn from Korea, Chiang Kai-shek is dancing on the island, and the radio will report every few days that the news of the capture of the secret agents of The Crossing is inevitable. Therefore, this also makes those who have been soaked in the smoke of war like hearing the clarion call to return to the front line. Of course, all the people who were busy in this land knew that every hammer in their hands was a state secret, and when they signed the mimeographed horse dung paper secret book, a stream of heat would rise up in their throats, as if they had suddenly put on their military uniforms, and waited heroically for the general to review.
Therefore, since the flag of the pole hula was planted in the mass graveyard, digging the foundation, building the wall pillar, pulling the wire, you come and go, shuttled and staggered, bulldozed the new tomb of the ancient tomb, built the wall road, as if the ramming sound had just stopped, and the rows of factory buildings grew out under the inaccessible Han Xin tomb, and since then the ghosts wandering here have disappeared nowhere, and even the cries of the wronged souls at night have disappeared without a trace. It is conceivable that the Kuomintang, which can influence the victory or defeat of the battlefield, will not wait for the Kuomintang to sit idly by.
Could it be that the commander-in-chief was really attacked by agents lurking in a dark corner?
Huang Tiger's mind was always entangled in this question, and he held his feet in front of a temple, which was the engineering headquarters that was closely guarded, located in the northwest corner of the construction site, and the high lintel could see the three mottled lacquer characters of "Wanshou Temple". Legend has it that this temple is still a wall from the Tang Dynasty, and the incense is exuberant. But since the smoke of the War of Resistance was ignited, the place began to depression. There were only three or five monks left in the Monastery of Liberation, only the midnight bell was still so long, the courtyard of the three entrances was still so wide, and the four heavenly kings were still cold and not angry, which also made the incense burners step through the threshold with a sense of tranquility.
The yellow tiger quietly walked around the corner of the temple, trying to search for some clues.
The Daxiong Treasure Hall in the middle, which used to enshrine Shakyamuni and the two disciples, was graceful and luxurious, and said to be a typical Tang Dynasty style, but the cracked mud tires were all withered. In the main hall at the back, at the front end stands the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva. However, those statues were later knocked down one by one and piled up in the temple storehouse, and even the laymen who were guarding the Buddhist hall chanting the sutras disappeared without a trace, only the people on the project came in and out, making the ancient monasteries full of sounds that had nothing to do with the Buddhist scriptures, and there were sentries in the four corners of the temple, and the documents had to be checked when entering and leaving the mountain gate, which could be described as heavily guarded!
However, such strict security measures will also cause the embarrassment of the commander-in-chief being attacked, which makes the Soviets wearing checkered shirts roar with anger, such a poor security environment, how to ensure the smooth completion of the project? But their anger was always interrupted, and they always tilted their heads to look at a girl in a long blue dress. As soon as the girl's magical little hand swung, the expert's lips stopped scolding, and the crisp sound of the clear spring clanged and translated the expert's words. But when the expert jeep goes into town, there will be a meeting of one kind or another to discuss the implementation, and in a few days the checkered shirts will turn back and smile on their faces. Many people have half-truths and half-lies that project No. 8 can be successfully completed, and the girl in the blue dress has made immortal merits. Someone told the little translator this with a giggle, as if the girl thought the same thing, a pair of dimples immediately floated out, two braids swayed left and right, and the feet also floated up like clouds and fog.
I said moon and moon, can't you be humble?
Whenever He heard these words, he would chase after them and stab them fiercely, making the speaker and the obedient person suddenly bored. Yes, the girl can speak a few Words of Soviet language is immortal, what should the workers who eat and sleep on the construction site be counted? Oh, oh, shouldn't those hairy boys who coveted Ku Xiaoyue see their beloved girl being reprimanded and take revenge on the commander-in-chief in the night?
He regretted that he should have called the guard, and could carefully simulate the thrill of last night. In fact, the commander-in-chief is also too conspicuous, although he does not wear a collar hat badge, but at first glance he is a big official, the yellow military uniform plate is straight, even the elbow socket is not wrinkled, the four covered pockets are always stuffed with secrets, usually he likes to hide in the temple box, like a hungry hound, always anxiously around the table. At dusk, you will see the Yellow Army uniform circling the temple. Moreover, he never let the guards get close to him like farts, and several times the young men were scolded by him: I was on my own construction site, just like in my own position, and I was afraid that someone would come and kill me? Indeed, with the footsteps of the commander-in-chief, the top-secret project finally completed the construction of the factory building, standing on the eastern outskirts of the ancient city, and three days later there will be firecrackers celebrating the completion.
However, the guard had a nightmare last night, the dim light bulbs on the construction site had just been lit, the commander-in-chief had eaten steamed buns with lard spicy seeds, walked in the footsteps familiar to the construction site, walked through the Wanshou Temple, and walked to the stone pile, as if the whole construction site was caught in a high rhythm... However, approaching the brand-new factory building that had just been scaffolded, a black shadow flashed from the pile of wood, which seemed to shake only a little, and the military hat on his head flew out of an arc, and the military uniform slipped to the ground... The two dark shadows looked at each other and seemed to stalemate for only a second, before the commander-in-chief fell down like a stake. When the guards roared and rushed over, the black shadow disappeared into the gray mist, only to see the commander-in-chief fall to the ground on his back, straight and straight, his mouth and eyes closed, as if he had been magically passed out.
The people on the top-secret project immediately fell into anxiety, this epoch-making project was about to be ceremonized, and the scaffolding that had been removed had been set up on the podium, which looked much grander than the country stage. But at this heart-wrenching moment, the chief engineer of the project was suddenly attacked and fell, and now who will preside over this ceremony that has been launched? Who knows which guests he wants to invite?
The people on the eighth construction site are like ants on a hot pot...
Responsible editor of the original book, Tian Yixiu
Writers And Publishers July 2021
Responsible editor of this journal, Li Chengqiang, Chen Ming
A native of Yaozhou, Shaanxi, he is a member of the Chinese Writers Association and the vice chairman of the 5th Shaanxi Writers Association. In 1979, he began to publish literary works, and in 1989, he published the short story collection "Confusion"; successively published the prose collection "The Way of Great Qin", "Dumplings Ah Dumplings", "Journey Rush", "Greenland"; the art criticism collection "Chang'an Pen and Ink"; the Qin Cavity Drama "Li Bai Chang'an Xing"; the opera "Daming Palace Fu"; the live-action drama "Out of the Teacher Table". Among them, a number of essays were included in the annual prose selection of the China Writers Association, "Russian Diary" won the Bingxin Prose Award, the opera "Mi Zhi Po Aunt SuideHan" won the Special Award of the Ninth National Wenhua Award, the Excellent Screenwriter Award and the 20th Cao Yu Drama Literature Award; the drama "The Depths of Qinling Mountains" won the first prize of the 31st Tian Han Drama Award; the novel "Chang'an" was selected for the key publication of the 2021 theme publication of the Central Propaganda Department, and it was listed on the list of 20 good books in 2021 by Writers Publishing House.
Editor: Chen Ming
Second instance: Li Chengqiang
Third trial: Song Song