The long military theme anti-special novel "Central Guard 1" by Li Yi

2009-02-18 06:56 Taizhou

Lin Mei and I came to Xingya Coffee as promised, this small café at the intersection of Mazhi Street is very unremarkable, but quiet and elegant, and it is a good place to talk about things. The café is dark, with few guests, and the space is gently flowing with Matthew Lane's lyrical song "Bressanon".

We found a nook and cranny location and called the mysterious man. The phone was finally connected, and it was a girl. She said, coming soon.

Sure enough, at seven o'clock, a fashionably dressed girl flashed into the door of the café, saw us, and walked straight up.

Lin Mei and I looked at each other, the girl in front of us was only sixteen or seventeen years old, how could she know the past of Milan and more than forty years ago? But we all thought the girl was a bit familiar, but we couldn't remember where we had seen her.

"It's been a long time coming." The girl sat down in the seat opposite us and began to introduce herself, "My name is Jiang Yinyin, and I am jiang Xianlin's granddaughter. ”

With that said, you'll understand. Jiang Xianlin was one of my interviewees, an old man who was almost ninety years old, and like Lao Luo, he was also a self-surrendered Kuomintang agent. However, in several interviews with him, he was silent, saying that he could not remember what had happened before. Did he deliberately not say it? Or is there something else hidden?

I asked Jiang Yinyin what she said about Milan in her text message.

"I took this thing out without my grandfather, and lately I've been running out of money, so..." Jiang Yinyin said hesitantly.

I understood her implications, and I was a little angry, now these children are too "shrewd" to buy and sell their grandfather's private belongings, too immoral, no wonder they are so mysterious, as if they are invisible. I wanted to reject her, but Lin Mei opened her mouth ahead of me.

"Then we have to see what it is, it's really not true, it's worth it."

Jiang Yinyin took out a broken bag wrapped in kraft paper from the bag, opened it, took out a yellowed diary, and said: "This is the diary written by my grandfather, which records a passage about Milan." He had been hiding the diary, but it was of little use, and he couldn't even read it now. ”

"You take the diary back, we don't want it." I interrupted her.

"You really don't want it anymore?" I was upstairs yesterday listening to you talk, seeing that you were looking so hard, and Grandpa refused to say anything, so he decided to help you. It's really kind to be a donkey liver lung. Jiang Yinyin pouted.

"If I get your grandfather's consent, I'm willing to pay for it." Lin Mei also said.

"It's impossible, Grandpa would never have sold the diary to someone else." Oh, and there's a terrible looking operation called Operation Lizard. He and Milan are both members of the Lizard Organization, don't you wonder? Jiang Yinyin didn't seem to be dead hearted, and she was selling hard.

Curiosity is certainly there, and it's quite intense. Lin Mei and I both hesitated.

"Did your grandfather write these things before, not afraid of being discovered?" I asked, in those days, this was enough evidence to send people to death row, and Lai could not rely on it.

"Grandpa has the habit of writing diaries, in fact, these diaries were written in secret ink at the beginning, which could only be seen after a chemical reaction." Later, after a long time, the words slowly and naturally appeared. That's what my grandfather told me when I stumbled upon this diary. Jiang Yinyin explained.

Some people just have such a habit, and keeping a diary can also be regarded as a habit. But spies also keep diaries, which is not much. Whether it is encrypted or not, and whether it is hidden or not, it is not a wise idea to always raise the danger factor a lot.

But now, we would like to thank Jiang Xianlin for this habit. Because of this diary, our goal is suddenly much closer. For example, Lizard Operation, which I had heard of for the first time, and Lin Mei was also curious, her grandfather had never mentioned it to her. I think this could be a key event.

"What do you think of Grandpa's former identity?" Does this bother you? "I'd love to know how the little girl really felt about her grandfather's status as a spy.

"What's this. So many years have passed, who cares about these old and old memories. Jiang Yinyin said dismissively.

This girl is so naïve, history and politics have no concept for her at all, and I can't help but worry a little about her future.

"Gossip less, you give a price." Jiang Yinyin was a little impatient, "How about five hundred?" Or, three hundred, the lowest. ”

I really wanted to give her a slap, at a young age, with the face of an intelligence peddler, and sold her ancestor for three hundred yuan.

But in the end I resisted.

"Well, I'll give you three hundred dollars, but you must first send this diary back, where to put it back." Tomorrow I'll go to your house and talk to your grandfather directly. "I took three hundred dollars out of my wallet and threw it in front of her.

Jiang Yinyin was stunned for a moment, and arbitrarily collected money and diaries, as if he had done something wrong, and slipped away with a cigarette.