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yeyushengyang · 3 years

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渤海东岸CP:中朝+中韩（上）

CP: Aph China and Korea

Hello, I can't speak English and I can't speak Korean. This passage is made by a translator. This is an article about modern China and Korea. If you are interested, you can translate it.

（太极兄弟）

微金钱&菊勇

分上下篇

不算双子设定，在我看来朝韩是同一个国家，只是被不同政权分散了而已。韩国就是发达的朝鲜，朝鲜是社会主义的韩国，等哪天朝鲜发达之后和现在的韩国对华没啥两样。

所以这里私设是同一个人，也就是任勇洙分裂成两个人，详细见文下。

前头有越娘出没。

『一』

1920年夏季法国巴黎

举世瞩目的巴黎和会结束之后，除了战胜的英法两国大肆割裂德国旧日的殖民影响，这次会议对其余国家对这次影响甚至持续到下个世纪。

愁，每个国家都愁，有愁土地的，有愁被割裂的民族人口的。

王耀拜别几位为国家战斗的外交官，受到弗朗西斯的邀请，前往凡尔赛宫进行最后一次结束晚会。这对王耀来说不是一次成功的会议，在谈判的半途，本田的野心完全暴露，势要王耀把山东半岛的归属权交给日本管理，此举刺激了国内的爱国情感爆发，游行一波接一波，来自国内的压力在巴黎每日巨增。

幸好顶住了压力，在条约签署之前，王耀和一众的北洋外教官拒绝了在凡尔赛条约的签字。弗朗西斯其实对王耀在巴黎的：表现很不满意，在巴黎这近半年的时间里，王耀没有积极的笼络战胜大国的英法，反而想靠阿尔弗雷德的在华的利益来抗衡本田。

偶然在晚宴和亚瑟谈起王耀的倔气，弗朗西斯都会和亚瑟相识一笑，对这些东方的国家纠缠的恩怨理缠不清。

王耀1919年的秋季刚过早早就出发到了巴黎，他没想到这里还能遇到这么多的以往在王耀对外战争前还往清庭朝贡的国家。

最先偶遇的是矮王耀一个头的阮氏玲，她的肤色焦黄脸色透青，这亚洲的国家谁也没说谁比谁好，她注意到王耀的时候，甚至刻在她脑子里的身体条件，在看到王耀的一瞬间，还站起来，对王耀行了个鞠躬礼。

王耀的脸色平和，他没有太多想埋怨的事情。聚在这的，无非是想趁欧战之后的日子里能为自己的国家讨到一点希望罢了。

王耀的眼神扫过阮氏玲的发旋，对她说:“不用再鞠躬了，亚洲国家不管在哪都要抬起头来，我们不是登门道谢的，我是来取回属于我国家的权力的。”

仅此一面而已，她没有专属分配的席位。阮氏玲的到来只是弗朗西斯让她挑选一下殖民安南里面青壮年的男性，来填补战后法国大批青少年劳工的不足。

会议中后期，王耀没想到的是，在一天来自世界各国工人聚集反抗列强要重新分散巴尔干半岛的国家边境的会议结束之后，如果这个边界划分成立将有成千上万的民族人口要迁徙到别的国家。

那天，大雨滂沱，巴黎的雨浇灭了参会者的热情，又是一天的争论无果之后，各国外交政要都没有在凡尔赛宫用餐，直接返回住处。

王耀就是这这样的大雨天，在中国的巴黎工农联盟会的公馆门口，遇上了任勇洙。

“朝鲜？朝鲜？真的是你吗？”王耀喜出望外，本田对他们中朝两个国家的迫害在亚洲显得极其窘迫和残暴。

任勇洙抬起了他手里的破口的雨伞，看形制应该是英式，但是伞口破了洞，不停地有雨滴溅到任勇洙的肩膀。

任勇洙把破烂的雨伞往地板一扔，在黄昏下，露出了他憔悴的面容。王耀这才看清他的脸色，焦炭这般形容他都不为过，任勇洙的鞋口破了洞，脚趾露出来已经长满了冻疮。他的脖子有被动物咬伤的脓包，贫困和憔悴环绕着他，一时间说他是个国家其实并不可信。是的他那时也不能称之为国家，是日属朝鲜。

任勇洙扑向王耀的怀里，雨水混着他脸上的泥水，他倒在王耀的胸前，肆意的哭了起来。

他的声线模糊，王耀在他混乱的呢喃中指直到他一只哭喊着王耀说:“王大哥，救我啊，我好苦，我被逼得好苦。”

王耀在大雨中履职了他的头发，只能无力的回答到:“我也想的朝鲜，可是我现在自身难保。你别激动，我们找个地方静坐洽谈，巴黎街头人多口杂，日本的眼线特别多，我们这样在路边拉扯，很快就会传到本田的耳朵的。”

王耀把任勇洙带回了下榻的公馆。

同行的还有一众穷酸窘迫的朝鲜官员，其中一个个莫不面黄肌瘦，比起此时王耀家的已经够艰苦的，而任勇洙更是难上加难，雪上加霜。

王耀后来才了解到，本田限制了任勇洙在汉城的活动，而且势必有把他带回东京圈禁起来的目的，防止一些朝鲜的民兵造反。

此次欧战结束，任勇洙是得到本田的首肯，才想来参加巴黎的会议。因为国内被本田吸血得狠，日属朝鲜政权根本无法拿出更多的旅费支撑任勇洙的前往巴黎的路线。

谁也没想到，任勇洙带着一群朝鲜的官员，从清津道出发，要步行地从俄罗斯的东边乘火车前往巴黎，途中遇到俄国内乱，几人被困在偌大的西伯利亚，好长一段时间失联。等到他们到达巴黎的日子，会议早已过半，而且本田明知任勇洙要来，并没有特意的捎上他，而且让任勇洙走最艰苦的亚欧陆路道（中日都是乘游轮去的）。

任勇洙没有拿到席位，他好像全身都被痛苦占据，他对王耀说:“王大哥，能不能让我靠一下你的肩，我已经三个月，没有睡过觉了，一闭眼，就是被本田殴打的痛苦。您能不能别去日领事馆告发我？我不想那么快被他抓到。看在我以前对你朝贡那么长时间的份上。”

王耀原本想对他好的一份大哥做派，被任勇洙这个没脑子的话一股安慰的语句都憋会了肚子，如今本田对山东步步紧逼，而这个曾经的弟弟居然对本田又尊又怕，对王耀的求情只是看在以往对王耀多年的朝贡上。

王耀也知他今时的力量不足往日，但是任勇洙是他带在身边千年都无法言喻的邻居，王耀自对他如弟弟一般。王耀想起会议前和阮氏玲的匆匆一面，若不是战败，何至于沦落至今。

可是谁愿战败，谁愿被其他国家占据自己的土地。

王耀在雷雨的巴黎夜里，像以往的中央帝国一样抚摸着这个和他相伴了千年的邻家弟弟说:“勇洙，总有一天，我们亚洲的国家，都要自强自立，要夺回属于亚洲独立自主的机遇。我们立一个悄悄话，等时机到了，新政权发扬起来了，我们的领土都统一了，一定会回到那种和平的日子的。至于暗号嘛，让我想想。就取一句——皇天后土，实所共鉴。”

王耀捏了捏任勇洙的鼻头，雷鸣打过，大风吹熄灭了房里的蜡烛。

『二』

两年后，王耀在上海法租界，收到了任勇洙的传信，他的一帮留洋归来的朝鲜学者，在上海的民巷公馆里成立了一个临时资本的新政府政权，王耀看得出，任勇洙这封信写得力透纸背，很用心，很用力，他的心情和信封一起传递给王耀。

王耀和他一样振奋，北伐战争终会打响，到时一定也会有新的曙光到来。王耀当时也是被当世的情局迷茫了双眼，内外忧患。

在还没来得及回封密报回电给任勇洙时，总统勤务官已经匆匆忙忙的找到王耀跟前，焦急的汇报到:

“先生，不好了，朝鲜国体给您写的信件已经在途中就被日方的间谍探到了，这会本田阁下要让宪兵队在上海把朝方的临时政权找出来，他们的临时政权，取名为——韩。”

王耀眉头不展，想到朝鲜此举肯定会和他们国内的殖民势力撕裂，王耀马上回复勤务官说:

“快!……快找队人马去民巷把人接到法租界。越快越好，要比日本人快!”

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痛，身体无比的痛，是撕裂的痛。头痛，脚痛，比本田的军靴踩到他的脊骨上还痛，比本田用煎茶的滚水烫他的手背血管时还痛。

身体就像有什么血肉分裂掉落出来，撕心裂肺的疼。大动脉的血水像混入了崇明岛的海水一样源源不断的从他身体溜走，血液要从他身体里流干，他的眼皮睁不开，脑子犹如脑震荡的病人一样神志不清。

他想逃的，他也逃了，在本田菊的电报比国内的呼声还快到他的耳朵里，他就决定要从上海先偷偷潜逃到崇明岛，再搭船回到釜山。

逃难太苦了，时间又很紧迫，上海的日租界和日侨民手里已经发放了任勇洙的画像，势必要在王耀的境内把任勇洙抓到手里。

本田菊收到消息的时候还是不屑的冷笑一声，他笑的是任勇洙真是头不自量力的田鼠，除了无能的软弱，从古至今，本田向来把他当做征服目标的第一板块。

两个小时过去了，还没有上海的消息传来，本田在煎茶里搅拌的汤勺停顿了些许时间，小火细腻的煎煮着里面的茶叶。

再过了五分钟，一个迈着小碎步的和服侍女跪倒在本田菊的膝下对他报告。

本田菊对这个消息思虑了很久，既不好也不坏，但是有点麻烦，因为一个任勇洙已经让本田菊觉得既蠢又烦了，可是……两个的话——。

“回禀本田三三，宪兵队在上海崇明岛发现了掉落到山崖下的日属朝鲜国体任勇洙，只是——只是——只是宪兵队发现他的时候，有两个任勇洙，不知道哪个真的哪个假的，希望三三您亲自前往认领。”

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最开始，他们相互发现有个一模一样的分身时，相互没有认真思考过一样，只觉得这个人应该是个赝品而且是被殖民者制造出来要吞并他的。

��个人在宪兵队的拉扯下也没拿能阻止，他们要往对方等我身上扔泥沙和石头，他们做出野兽搬撕咬的动作，手里是要随时掐断对方脖子的手势，而嘴里用粗鄙的民间土话相互朝对方辱骂。

势必有你死我活的状态。

发红了眼必定要对方先死，因为活下来的才是真的朝鲜，而对方是假的，是赝品。

这个世界上，怎么可能有两个一模一样的国家呢。世间里相似的国家很多，以兄弟姐妹相称的确很多，但是两个一模一样的模子和母胎的双生兄弟少之甚少。

但是，从对方诞生的那刻起，血液里开始有了毁灭的因子——

你就是赝品。你是欺瞒后世的假货。真正活下来的才能统一国土。

两个任勇洙的喉咙都喊了音，喉管爆发血红的血液，泪痕布满他们的眼球。

为什么这么苦啊老天，被殖民了还不够吗？为什么会有一个一模一样的赝品分裂出来。他是假的，他是假的，在今天上午之前，在跌落悬崖之前，这个假货是不存在的!!

本田菊没有探索他们谁是谁非的真假国体的欲望。

为了省事不想让他们相互撕扯，互相证明自己是真的任勇洙而做出一些极端自残的事情，分别把他们关到了在平壤的不同郊区。没有本田菊的手稿，不允许任何人探视。

后来，本田菊大肆入侵其他国家时，亲自去平壤接走了其中一位任勇洙，带回了东京，这一去之后了无音讯。

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王耀当初派人去找任勇洙时，国内形势也严峻，后来本田菊亲自打电报给王耀要他不要再插手他和任勇洙之间的事情。

碍于当时的国家实力，王耀放弃了和本田菊的争论p，不再理会。实际上心里多少有点对任勇洙的亏欠和担忧。

王耀知道这事的时候已经是抗战胜利之后的事了。

苏方的军队一路长驱直下，控制了中国东北地区之后，王耀身体力行，想弥补从甲午之后就一直在殖民阴影下的勇洙，在红军的护领下，在平壤的游击密道里找到被囚禁已久的任勇洙。

此时王耀见他已经非常虚弱，彼时王耀也刚大战过后，身体也不佳。然而还是任勇洙更加虚弱一点，他的眼神已经完全没有光，看见王耀像陌生的客人一样大喊大叫，在精神方面早就奔溃被折磨得不见人样。

王耀摸了摸他的灰碳的脸颊，还像当年在巴黎一样，把他搂入怀中安慰到:“没事，战争结束了。”

可是王耀在后期，发现了任勇洙对任何事情都很抗拒，而且有一定无法表达的能力，和长期被囚禁的病人反应一模一样。

抗拒王耀的触摸，抗拒黑暗，抗拒进食。

王耀的日程很忙，战后善理的工作很多。

他把任勇洙交给了平壤的游击队照顾，此时任勇洙还点失语症，除了嘴里念叨着:“死……死……我要你死……”之外，无法正常的向王耀交流。

王耀把额头贴到他的嘴颊边说:“我要去东京审判那个罪孽了，我会回来看你的。勇洙，你要好起来。很多战士在为你战斗。”

战后对本田菊的审判就定在日本东京。

阿尔弗雷德趾高气昂的从街口走过，路过的人无不侧目这个这个世界战胜的超级大国美利坚。

王耀不知道这事的，他真的不知道，他来到东京之后，甚至没有时间和阿尔弗雷德这个盟友叙旧阐述一下战事胜利的心得，他直奔东京的档案管，想收集对华侵略的证据，可惜大都档案在蘑菇蛋投下的第二天已经销毁而亡，王耀只好想先去本田菊的阁楼巡视一下能不能找到战犯的人证。

王耀真的没想到，在本田菊居住的阁楼外道，一只惨白骨感的手推开了木质推拉门，穿着一套素净的和服，一只手捧着滚烫的煎茶都无动于衷，像被训练得已经不会反抗的人偶。

任勇洙从神色恍然，到不可置信，眼神一再转，从怀疑变确认面前是王耀这个真实存在的人之后，再在王耀面前泪流满面的沙哑到:“王大哥你终于来接我了……”

王耀瞳孔震颤，不可置信。

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The Rabbit in the Moon: Iggychu

It’s often for adults to sit back, where it’s quiet, and think back. To watch the movie reel move backwards, as each frame slides further and further into a hazy memory with only a few highlights… Only to regret or grow heavy hearted by a past you cannot go back to.

Let it be a bad memory, like ones that are full of gun fire, shouting voices, betrayal or depression. Or even ones that left nearly forgotten happier times.

Yet, I can’t help but to bring myself here, at this cafe table. Staring at the cup of golden tea, that had gone cold during the meeting… it brought something back, the white orb light flickering in my cup.

“Tell me the story again.” I requested and peering up.

Discerning eyes, wide brown eyes, “Mr. Kirkland, this is hardly like you.”

Can’t I just hear it again? Its casual late night tea, can’t you just entertain me for one hour with one of your stories? I won’t tell you…but I want to remember those hazy highlights.

Hazy highlights that flicker like distant stars.

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“….It’s so big tonight….I wonder why.” Muttered a small child, his green eyes on the large moon that hung in the night sky, softly petting the sleepy hare in his lap. It’s far too late for a child to be awake. But who could sleep with such a bright light? And besides, it was nights like these Arthur enjoyed watching the fairies and sprites flit around carrying out their work for the morning.

A soft sigh left the little boy, as he rested his chin on his hands, his golden hair gently shifting with the night breeze, his knees warmed by his small palms. Even with so much going around, they were all too busy to talk to him, just like during the day. His big brothers were always hard at work on their farms and carrying out business to bother with him. They often told him to enjoy playing before they decided to make him work until his hands callused. Francis ran back and forth between court and here, just to tease him and of course the church lecturing him in his daily classes.

Arthur puffed his cheeks, as he watched a fairy paint his shoes with dew then fly off, as he grumbled an unhappy jab at his older brothers for not playing with him. “Go home.” He told the sleeping hare. The Jack Rabbit opened a dark eye and hopped off, grateful that it could go back to its home and hide until morning.

Arthur stood up after his friend leaped off and turned to go back home and maybe to bed. “?” A pair of golden brown eyes stared back at him, curious looking, and small arms like his cradling a white rabbit in his arms. He lurched back and pulled out a stick from his belt that he had picked up early that day and pointed it at the stranger, his cloak billowing back like he was some strong avenger.

“I-I’m not afraid! Who are you!? Are you here to steal something from me? Because if so-“, he stopped, if so….what? “If so! I will show you no mercy!” He said defiantly, getting a better grip on his weapon, staring down at the strange looking child who was in front of him. Wearing all white and carrying a little rabbit with red eyes no less. His hair was black like the ocean at night, and long like a girl’s, his eyes a pretty shape, but he had never seen anyone dressed like that. Temporary anxiety flew over Arthur, what if he was here to steal his home too? His lips stayed quivering as he shouted, “Speak! Speak now or-or I’ll attack!” he warned, attempting to intimidate the stranger child, but was greeted with a giggling snicker.

A bloom of redness came to his cheeks as the other laughed, hiding his rabbit in those large sleeves, like the monks had. “Stop laughing!” the young Arthur snapped, thanking the moon for being so big and bleaching out the color on his cheeks. Who did he think he was, laughing at him? He was Arthur of Britannia!

He growled, readying to charge at his new teaser, before the new arrival spoke. And Arthur lowered his hands, watching his lips move, and a strange language sliding off his tongue as he put his rabbit down. His ears warmed and turned red as the strange boy’s words reached him, in a strange understanding, asking “Do you want to play?”

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I could never find him during the day, while everyone was awake, and my brothers thought I was dreaming up another imaginary friend. But for 2 more days, I would meet him back in the field after the Jackrabbit went back into its den and we’d play. I taught him how to skip rocks, and he’d tell me all sorts of fantastic stories of Kings, and Generals, and wandering nomads. And all those times he’d have his rabbit nearby, snow white fur and red eyes. He never came or left without it. Even when we went swimming, the thing would sit on a rock or the shore watching us as we tried to catch the moon in our hands. It made me nervous, the way it always sat there so quietly, it didn’t act like the hares around the area.

I was foolish to let the excitement of company go to my head and had never asked him what his name was. He didn’t come the next night. I remember searching for him, thinking maybe he was playing hide and seek with me, or I couldn’t find him in the shadows. I remember getting angry at him, throwing childish tantrums and refused to go my lessons and or my chores.

Then he dared to show his face again, with that white rabbit almost a month later, his voice small in my house, asking me if I still wanted to play. I shouted at him, screaming how much I hated him and his rabbit and he left that night without so much as a footstep to be heard. I was sure I hurt him. But he came back the next night, telling me how nice the water looked and if I’d go watch the waves with him. And that was there when I heard the story for the first time, as he pointed at the moon as we both sat on the rocks with our knees folded.

A man, who shot down 9 out of 10 suns, built a palace for the emperor, and given an elixir for eternal life to share between him and his wife. She swallowed the entire pill and soon floated away from her husband only grabbing her white pet rabbit with her as she floated up into the moon. Her rabbit her only company soon became the Jade Rabbit, and became skilled at making medicine for the Jade Emperor.

It was the first time I had heard of a rabbit making medicine, it was ridiculous. But I soon found myself watching the rabbit in his arms, the only rabbit I knew who would be fully awake at night; white as the moon itself.

“Arthur.” I remember the boy calling my name, “I’m sorry I left without telling you.” He apologized softly, petting the rabbit, “I didn’t tell anyone the last time…and they got angry.” He told me, “They told me I could play with you for 3 days, but we didn’t get to play last night.” The boy said sadly, his eyes growing distant.

“Then come play with me during the day! We can play all day and we can make fun of that Francis!”

He shook his head, telling me he was too busy studying during the day, and could only play at night; yet, another ridiculous thing from his mouth.

Then he told me, “Tomorrow is the last day I can play with you.” His brown eyes filled with somber. I remember looked up, shocked, why did it sound like he’d never come back? “N-next month?” Arthur tentatively asked, and the other boy shook his head. Arthur stood up, his fists clenched, “They can’t make you study forever! It’s not fair!” He shouted stamping his foot, angry at himself that he had wasted a day.

My friend shook his head, they were angry that he had sneaked out. Was this another lie? I didn’t know any family around here with a child that looked like him. He dodged the question and wanted to go swimming. We played and fell asleep together on the dunes that night and the next night, but he was gone both mornings….

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A cup clattering onto the table woke me up from my old dream, “Ai-yah! Why are you crying!?” Yao gasped, and pulled a few napkins from the dispenser and shoved it into my hand. He sat back with his arms crossed, glaring at me. “Ever since I told you that story back then you won’t let it go, and now you’re crying over it, what’s wrong with you, Arthur? You know it’s published on the inter-”

“I don’t want to read it.” I interjected, “Just tell me the story again, Yao. I only ask you to tell me it once in a while, c’mon chap. Don’t be so stubborn. You know how much I love a good fairy tale.” I can see the reluctance, the same one when I asked him after the meeting if I could talk to him. The way he told me, with his fingers at his temple and held up a hand and said so curtly, “I’m sorry Mr. Kirkland, please spare me any further economic talks. Who I choose to support and what I do is my decision. You can wait like everyone else.”

He shook his black head with a tisking sigh and filled my cup with another round of tea, leaned in and started the story.

I won’t ever tell you, but I will never forget the first time you shared that story with me at the harbor after the ships and town went to sleep, tired and gay after the festival. Me, wide eyed by ghostly giggles from the distant past.

You tell it different every time, but the premise was always the same.

A lonely woman and her rabbit trapped in the moon.

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“Does she ever come down?”

“Hm…once a year, now, when the moon is the brightest.”

“With her rabbit?”

“Probably.”

“Does it look like yours?”

“Exactly like mine, aru, hmhm!”

United for a brief moment of happiness.

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