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Yes, if there is a comparison of importance, the 'flame' is more important, the 'narcissus' can be sacrificed, and the 'flame' must be protected, as much as possible. .
It's just so cruel.
This importance does not mean that one of the comrades is nobler than the other, but the difference in position and the help that this position may bring to the party and the people.
Maybe in another time and place, Comrade Narcissus has urgent information. At that time, Comrade Narcissus is more important than Huo Miao, and Huo Miao will not hesitate to sacrifice himself to protect Narcissus. .
Cheng Qianfan took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and held the butt against the fire.
He took several sharp puffs.
Just like the flames of this pair of fires, although they are very faint, they are very important.
He wants to find a reason for himself to risk rescuing 'Daffodil'.
If in the flash of lightning, he doesn't find a reason worth taking the risk, then he must stand still and watch 'Daffodil' being arrested or even killed.
This is cruel and strict organizational discipline:
As an extremely special ace agent, 'Huo Miao' has the right to make temporary decisions. However, this temporary 'decision-making power' is limited and must have legitimate 'reasons' that are recognized by the organization and do not violate organizational disciplines and principles.
…
"Mom, when are we going home?"
Albert Road, in front of a wall with various notices and posters.
A little boy asked his mother in a low voice.
He didn't understand why his mother's hair suddenly grew longer, nor why his mother suddenly rushed into the house, pulled him and left.
This is a well-behaved child.
His mother told him to shut up and stop asking questions, so he shut up obediently.
Just seeing that he had been away from home for a long time, Feng Xiaoke became a little anxious, so he agreed to play with the fat guy next door in the afternoon.
"Be good, little kid. Mommy will take you to find daddy." Miaopu touched his son's head and whispered.
"Really?" Feng Xiaoke was very happy and asked immediately.
He hadn't seen his father for a long time. Every time he asked his mother, his mother said that his father had gone to work far away.
Moreover, every time he asked his mother, her mother seemed to be in a bad mood.
Gradually, although Feng Xiaoke still missed his father, the well-behaved and sensible child rarely asked his mother questions about his father.
Unexpectedly, his mother took the initiative to tell him to find his father today. This made Feng Xiaoke very excited and eagerly looking forward to it. He missed his father so much.
"Of course it's true, but Xiao Ke, please be good and don't disturb your mother." Miao Pu glanced at his son lovingly, forced a smile and said.
It has been nearly two years since her husband Feng Jiazhang was killed by Japanese invaders in Northeast China and died a heroic death. This is an eternal pain in her heart.
Now, in order to temporarily comfort her son, she could only poke her own scars and lie to her son that she would take him to find his father.
"Xiao Ke, shut up." Feng Xiaoke covered his mouth and said quickly.
The nursery was crowded in front of the poster wall, crowded with people looking at various notices and advertisements.
She was looking for the bulletin message she wanted to see.
Before her father-in-law Peng Youou left Shanghai, he had a serious organizational talk with her and told her that if she was in a very dangerous situation and needed to evacuate immediately, she would come here to look for Comrade "Snail".
Finally, Miaopu saw the information he wanted to see in a notice in a clothing store recruiting female workers who could use sewing machines.
There is nothing special about the information itself.
What's important is that the recruitment advertisement contains two double-word codes. When these two repeated words are connected, they are the identity code.
The nursery identified the ad and then saw the address and contact name.
Meng Fanhua, a name that sounds very beautiful.
…
Half an hour later, a rickshaw stopped on the road opposite the entrance of a garment shop.
Miaopu got off the car with his son Feng Xiaoke.
She paid the fare and did not take her son directly to the clothing store.
Instead, he took his son to a wonton stall not far away and ordered two bowls of small wontons.
While eating small wontons, I pretended to ask the stall owner about the craftsmanship of the clothing store across the street. How's business?
The stall owners are a middle-aged couple. The woman has dark skin, and you can see cracks on her hands that are cracked by the cold.
She seemed to like children very much and was very talkative. She responded enthusiastically to inquiries about the nursery.
Miaopu felt a little relieved. From her unclear questions, she could confirm four points:
The clothing store has been open for several years and is not a new one.
The owner of the clothing shop has always been a woman, so there is no suspicious change of shop owner.
The woman didn't know the name of the owner of the clothing shop, but she knew that her surname was Meng. Everyone called the proprietress surnamed Meng, Aunt Hua.
Fourth, this clothing shop has good craftsmanship and good business.
In this way, the nursery is relieved.
She had just narrowly escaped from the enemy's capture, but now she was like a frightened bird and was extremely cautious.
She glanced at her son. Feng Xiaoke was eating wontons with big mouthfuls, obviously hungry.
She is not afraid of being arrested and sacrificed, she is worried about her son.
Her husband Feng Jiazhang died. Feng Jiazhang was Peng Yuou's only son. The Feng family was a single generation for several generations. She couldn't bear that her son was killed along with her.
"Have you eaten enough?" Miao Pu smiled and subconsciously took out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of his son's mouth. He put his hand into his pocket and decisively changed his mind and wiped the corners of his son's mouth directly with his own sleeve.
"I'm full." Feng Xiaoke said happily. In fact, he was only half full, but he couldn't wait to think about his mother taking him to find his father.
…
Miao Pu took his son Feng Xiaoke's hand and entered the door of the garment shop.
The young boy Yang Xin had a measuring tape hanging around his neck and was cleaning the counter with a feather duster. Hearing the movement behind him, he turned around and saw the mother and son.
The little boy was about six or seven years old, wearing a blue-grey cotton-padded jacket. Because of the cold weather, he had a runny nose and his nose was red from the cold.
My mother was in her thirties, wearing a blue floral cotton-padded jacket and her hair covered with a turban. She seemed to have come to the city from the countryside, with a hint of timidity on her face.
"You two, do you want to make clothes?" Yang Xin raised his nostrils slightly, seeming to look down on the mother and son, not thinking that they had the money to make clothes. However, after all, he did not chase people away and asked in a formulaic manner.
As he said that, he pointed to the rows of clothes hanging on the wall, especially the ones with relatively cheap prices, "Look at the styles, which one do you like?"
"I'm not here to buy clothes." Miao Pu said with a northern Jiangsu accent, "I'm here to see Boss Meng Fanhua."
Yang Xin was a little surprised when he heard that he was not making clothes but came to see his employer, "What are you doing with our employer?"
"I saw an advertisement that the shop wanted a sewing maid," Miaopu said.
Yang Xin yawned, "We're full, you're late."
"I just saw the recruitment notice." Miao Pu looked down at his son and whispered.
"What a coincidence. We were originally recruiting people, but my boss's relatives in the countryside are coming to Shanghai, so they can be a good replacement." Yang Xin said with a smile without much sincerity on his face.
"I'm different." Miaopu said.
"What's the difference?" Yang Xin asked casually, but his eyes were wary as he looked outside the store.
"I can read." Miaopu said.
"What's the point of being literate? If you're a sewing girl, you can still use a sewing machine to show off the characters on clothes?" Yang Xin said with a smile, with a very serious expression on his face.
"I can read and read. I read a book on sewing machine repair and taught myself how to repair a sewing machine," Miao Pu said.
"What book is so powerful that you can learn it by yourself?" Yang Xin asked excitedly.
"I don't remember the title of the book. I just remember that it was written by a person named Fang."
"You really know how to repair a sewing machine, don't lie to me." Yang Xin asked.
"Yes! If you don't believe me, give me a try."
"There happens to be a sewing machine that's broken. I'll ask the owner and you go try it." Yang Xin nodded.
He walked out of the counter, opened the door curtain, and shouted into the back room, "Boss, this woman said she can repair sewing machines."
Xiong Jiashang was embroidering a cheongsam and looked up at Yang Xin.
Yang Xin nodded.
Xiong Jiashang understood immediately, with a look of joy on his face.
"This is a coincidence. Let her come in."
"You go in." Yang Xin said. He glanced at the little boy beside the nursery and hesitated a little. However, he quickly said with a straight face, "Children can't go in. It's full of fabric. Don't damage it."
"I won't touch it randomly." Feng Xiaoke said quickly, unwilling to be separated from her mother.
Miaopu understood what the other party meant. She bent down, helped her son stretch out his cotton-padded jacket, and said, "Little boy, be good, wait here, don't run around, mom is inside."
Yang Xin showed a reluctant expression, took out a fruit candy from his body, handed it over, "Go, sit over there and eat the candy."
Feng Xiaoke looked at his mother.
Seeing Miao Pu nodding, he took the fruit candy, said thank you, and sat on a small stool in the corner. He didn't open the candy wrapper and ate it, just in a daze.
…
Xiong Jiashang closed the door.
"The book you read on repairing sewing machines, the author's surname is Fang?" Xiong Jiashang looked at the woman in front of him.
She heard the voices outside just now, and she was surprised. She didn't expect that this lesbian came to meet with her child.
Although organizational discipline does not explicitly prohibit it, this is a situation that should be avoided as much as possible. Children are young and do not know how to keep secrets. It is easy to leak some seemingly insignificant information in a few words, but it may be fatal.
However, Xiong Jiashang just kept the surprise and doubt in her heart for the time being, and she guessed that the other party must be forced to do so.
"Fang Wenzhang." Miaopu said.
The passwords matched, this was the final confirmation password.
The surname Fang was not chosen casually. It was the surname of Xiong Jiashang's grandfather, and Wenwen was the name of Xiong Jiashang's son Xie Wenwen. Two years ago, Xie Wenwen died in Longhua, at the place where his father died.
"Comrade 'Snail'!"
"Comrade 'Daffodil'!"
The expressions of both of them were extremely excited and exciting, and their hands were clasped together tightly.
Miaopu's body swayed and she almost fainted. After narrowly escaping from the enemy's capture, she was in a state of high emotional stress. She had to secretly search for the organization, take care of her son, and be alert to the pursuit of the spies.
At this moment, I finally saw my comrade, and I felt relieved and a little dizzy.
"How's it going? Are you feeling better?" Xiong Jiashang asked with concern as he helped Miao Pu sit down, took a few sips of water.
"It's okay." Miao Pu said, "I have an old problem of anemia."
"Comrade Narcissus, what happened?" Xiong Jiashang asked with a serious expression. She glanced in the direction of the door.
Nursery knows what comrade 'snail' means.
"I was captured by the enemy and barely escaped, so I had no choice but to rush home and take my son out with me," Miaopu said.
"Captured by the enemy? Were you exposed? How were you exposed?" After hearing this, Xiong Jiashang asked with an extremely serious expression.
"How it was exposed, I'm still confused." Miaopu frowned and said, "My job is as an operator in the telegraph hall. I was working in the booth today when I saw the secret agent coming towards the telegraph hall."
"How can you be sure that the spies are coming for you?" Xiong Jiashan asked.
"I realized something was wrong and immediately burned the confidential documents. Then a spy pointed a gun at me from the window and asked me if I was Miaopu and told me not to move." Miaopu said.
Xiong Jiashang's expression was extremely solemn. From what he heard, he could naturally tell that the enemy was targeting Comrade Narcissus.
However, at the same time, a bigger doubt arose in Xiong Jiashang's mind. How did Comrade "Daffodil" escape from the clutches of the enemy when he was pointed at gunpoint by the enemy?
She couldn't figure it out.
According to common sense, the enemy must be very well prepared for this kind of arrest that goes directly to the target.
And it is said that according to the current understanding of the situation, Comrade "Daffodil" is only an intelligence officer, not an operative of our party, and does not have the ability to fight with the enemy and successfully break through.
Moreover, according to the situation described by Comrade "Daffodil", the enemy was pointing a gun at him. Even the action ace of our party's Special Branch Red Team back then would have been extremely difficult to break out of the encirclement under such circumstances. Either he would take the initiative to lure the enemy. Shoot, sacrifice yourself and keep the secret, or stand up and be killed, wounded and arrested by the enemy.
Miaopu naturally understood what Comrade Tianluo meant when he asked this question, and also understood Comrade Tianluo's worries and suspicions.
"I'm still a little confused until now." Miaopu shook his head and showed a puzzled expression. "Just when I thought I was about to be arrested by the enemy, something unexpected happened."
"What unexpected situation?" Xiong Jiashang asked immediately.
"There was a sudden bang, and an explosion occurred not far from the telegraph hall." Miaopu said.
"Then I saw the secret agent who just pointed the gun at me and shouted 'Captain'." Miaopu continued, "Two people turned around and rushed to other places with guns. The one pointed the gun at me. Those who pointed at me also turned to look.”
