Dabei Village is gradually getting bigger, new houses are increasing, a new playground made of loess is gradually taking shape, and the work of the independent regiment is slowly getting on track. There is indeed a serious shortage of political workers, and Ding Deyi is good at being a hands-off boss, so Su Qing is doing the work of multiple people alone, including archives work, audit work, ideological work, party work, intelligence work, development work in the surrounding bases, and even work in the Women's Federation. For this reason, the regiment vacated a room in the corner of the yard and established a separate office for her, with the name of the Political Work Department.
The political work department is not big, with one door and one window. There is an old desk opposite the door, a bench in front of the desk, a chair behind the desk, and a broken cabinet with a lock behind the chair. It is simple and clean.
The personnel information and files of the independent regiment had just been sorted out and neatly stacked on the table. There were still two people whose files were incomplete, one was Luo Fugui, and the other was Hu Yi, who should be cut into pieces. So Su Qing sent a messenger to find these two people. At this moment, she sat back in her chair, fiddling with the worn-out fountain pen on the table, and staring absentmindedly at the azure sky outside the window.
"Report!" Two people walked into the room and stood at attention.
Su Qing frowned slightly: "Did I let you in? Go stand outside!"
The two of them quickly turned around and went out, but they heard that cold voice coming from behind them again: "Luo Fugui, I didn't say anything to you, come back."
My grandma, before coming here, I heard Ma Liang and the little girl say that this political cadre is not easy to mess with and must be handled with caution. Now he is showing off his power by entering the door? This is even more arrogant than the regiment commander! Luo Fugui was sweating a little on his forehead, and quickly turned around and went back into the house, standing obediently at the door.
Su Qing tried to relax his facial expression, letting the layer of frost disappear. He left the back of the chair, sat up straight, and pointed to the bench in front of the desk: "Sit down."
Luo Fugui shook his hands repeatedly: "No, no, I can just stand."
"Don't be shy, just sit down if you're told to."
"Hey." Luo Fugui then hurried to the desk, pulled over a stool and sat down opposite Su Qing across the desk.
"I called you here today to help you complete your file. I'll ask you questions, and you just need to answer them truthfully. Don't be nervous."
"That's absolutely true, Secretary Su. I, Luo Fugui, am an open-minded person. You can ask me anything you want. I will not hesitate to ask you any more questions."
"Luo Fugui, do you have any relatives?"
"I don't remember anything when my father died. My mother starved to death when I was fifteen, and I was left alone."
"I heard you were a bandit. How long were you one?"
"I have worked in Black Wind Mountain for two years, but I have never done anything harmful to the world! Secretary Su, you can ask around. I, Luo Fugui, have a good character. I have always wanted to join the Eighth Route Army, but I just couldn't find our team. If you don't believe me, just ask..."
Su Qing interrupted Luo Fugui calmly: "Well, I know, now I ask you, why did you join the Eighth Route Army?"
"Of course it's for..." Luo Fugui almost blurted out that it was for a living, but suddenly he remembered the guidance Xiao Hongying gave him before coming here, and quickly changed his words: "Secretary Su, now you've got the point. Although I, Luo Fugui, am a rough man, I'm really clear-minded. I joined our team for the poor to rise up, to beat that class, for cloth, cloth, cloth, oh, by the way, there's another guy named Su, he's from the same family as you, what's his name, Su what the hell?"
"Bolsheviks, Soviets."
"Yes, yes, yes, I did it for him."
Su Qing could guess which great god taught this. The tenets of the Red Army period could be applied to the present. He smiled in his heart, but his expression did not change: "Okay, you can go back. Change your habit of swearing in the future."
"Well, no doubt about it. I will definitely change it. Then, I will go back?"
Su Qing nodded, and then began to write in beautiful handwriting on Luo Fugui's file form.
Luo Fugui, male, was born in 1938. He was born into a poor family. He joined the Black Wind Mountain as a bandit for two years and had no proven bad record. In 1938, he took the initiative to ask to join the Eighth Route Army Independent Regiment.
Su Qing had many years of underground work experience and knew the importance of files to a person, so she tried her best to write objectively and simply. It is easy to add content to files, but if you write too much, it will be difficult to delete or modify it, which may change a person's future. In Su Qing's eyes, Luo Fugui has many faults, but Su Qing thinks he is not a bad person, so she is lenient in her writing.
Hu Yi stood straight across from the desk, staring intently at the person opposite. Su Qing's beautiful face was covered with frost again. Without even raising her head, she picked up the pen and spread out Hu Yi's file to record. She asked coldly, "Name?"
Luo Fugui could sit, but it was his turn to stand. Hu Yi did not feel embarrassed. This was called retribution in this life. It was good to repay a debt. Her voice and expression were cold as ice. This was normal. I was used to it in Jiangnan. It was expected. Now she asked my name as the first sentence. I did not think the question was ridiculous. This was her standard way to treat me. The cold female voice seemed to have a cooling effect like mint leaves in his ears. "Hu Yi."
When Su Qing wrote the two words "Hu Yi", he unconsciously exerted too much force, and the tip of the pen pierced the paper, leaving a hole at the end of the stroke.
"age?"
"Born in the third year of the Republic of China."
"Do you have any relatives?"
"No."
"You don't even have any relatives, so how are you still alive? Did you jump out of a crack in the rock?"
"I was raised by bandits." For some reason, Hu Yi was very reluctant to mention his past in front of others, but in front of Su Qing, there was no obstacle and he told her everything he knew without any hesitation.
"That's right! Good people can't raise a scum like you." Su Qing said this to Hu Yi with gritted teeth, and then recorded it in the file: born and raised by bandits, with a long history of bad deeds and doing all kinds of evil.
"What are you daydreaming about? Tell me about your military experience!"
"In 1910, he joined the 7th Brigade of the Northeastern Army. In 1932, he was reorganized into the 67th Army. In 1937, he fled."
Su Qing recorded in the file: He had been in the 67th Army of the old warlord army for eight years, and had been infected with various bad habits. He had participated in the battle to encircle and suppress our northwest border area. In 1937, he fled the Songhu battlefield because he was afraid of death.
Su Qing stopped writing, and felt that it was still too light to write like this. He wondered if he should write a few more sentences. He accidentally discovered that Hu Yi's narrow eyes were looking at the handwriting under his pen. Could this scum also know how to read? Regardless of whether he knew how to read or not, the specialties and advantages were all left blank. He hurriedly covered the file with his arm and said coldly: "What are you looking at? Now tell me, how did you get into the Eighth Route Army?"
There was a literate person in the bandit den who taught Hu Yi. Later, he joined the army and entered the Military Academy. After further studies, the records written by Su Qing in her file had been read by Hu Yi. He must have been described as a heinous criminal. Hu Yi wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to. He kept trying to keep a calm expression. He suddenly felt that Su Qing was not only cold, but also cute. However, Hu Yi felt that the two words "cold" and "cute" were difficult to combine. This feeling made people feel very contradictory. Was it "cold cute"? Or "cute cold"? He was distracted for a moment.
"Are you mute? Speak!"
"Oh, what did you say?" Hu Yi finally reacted, but he had no idea what the previous question was.
"I asked you why you wanted to join the Eighth Route Army?"
This question was simpler. Hu Yi looked directly at Su Qing firmly and answered without hesitation: "For you!"
"roll!"
Hu Yi disappeared. Su Qing rested his elbows on the table, squeezed his temples with his hands, and remained silent for a long time before recovering from the sad memory. Hu Yi's file was still in front of him, and the purpose of joining the army was still blank, which had to be filled in.
She picked up the pen again, held it tightly in her hand, and used all her strength to write the last line of beautiful words: In 1938, I was captured and joined the Eighth Route Army.