鲥鱼刺太细，林婉的筷子颠了颠，把鱼腮那儿的一丝肉挑进嘴里。动作轻飘飘的，像在捏一块上好丝绸。

对面的小桌上，我捏着块冷馒头，手心沁了层黏汗。馒头是早上刚发的窝头，硬得像块石头，啃起来得用门夹。可眼下这世道，能啃块硬馒头就不错了，还挑啥。

"咬舌子"，林婉忽地抬眼看了我一下。她那双眼睛，黑白分明，看人时像是在量尺寸。我咽了口唾沫，继续啃馒头，冷得牙直颤。

" EXPORT regularly report enemy strength changes, didn't you?" she asked suddenly. Her voice was soft but sharp, like a chisel scraping stone.

我手一抖，馒头差点掉。是军统的人，他们经常这么问我。我清了清嗓子："Yes, reports are sent every Tuesday and Friday."

林婉挑了挑眉，从袖口里滑出一根金丝发簪，轻轻磕了磕桌面："Did you mention the name of the aircraft transferred from Nanjing to Shanghai?"

我脑子嗡的一声。那个消息是刚交上去的，怎么她会知道？我额头冒了层冷汗："For operational security..."

"Operational security, or for your own skin?" she interrupted, untying the silk wrap of her hair with the tip of the hairpin. "The Communists are already questioning the commander's wife."

我的心沉了下去。大佐妻子是军统线人，这事传出去，我和大佐都得完。我连忙摆手："I didn't say anything, I swear."

林婉扯了扯嘴角，露出一抹似笑非笑的表情："You know, they say your husband had a mistress in Nanjing."