Chapter 16 Section 15 Shanghai 1963

Twenty-six years later, my grandfather watched that summer night in 1937 over and over again in the haystack.He ignored many details at the time, and now he examines none of them.First of all, it was Wanyu's back; that night he saw more of Wanyu's back than her face, because she had been bowing down to unpack the packed luggage one by one, taking out the child and her own four seasons clothes, and Know a person's clothes and books to rebox.The sleeveless cheongsam with light yellow daisies sprinkled on the white background is made of fine foreign cloth, and her lumbar spine protrudes out of the cloth in a frightening way.He never noticed how thin she was.He brought the suitcase to America and brought it back again. It was originally sun-dried, but the color darkened when it got old, and the copper skin around the corners was also rusted.The next day, before dawn, the driver drove him to the pier. Enniang led the send-off team, with a child on each side, and Wan Yu followed behind with her little daughter in her arms. The cheongsam and face of the previous night, the clothes were as exhausted as people.

My grandfather Lu Yanshi walked in the suburbs of Lanzhou in the winter of 1963, but he lived the summer of 1937 in his memory.He found a post office on the same road.The "python skin" on his face has been removed these days, and now he is an old man with fine skin and tender flesh, who looks like he lived a good life when he was young.He asked the long-distance telephone operator to connect him with Feng Wanyu's home page, and four or five minutes later, a strange woman spoke over there. "Hello, which one?" He recognized Dan Jue's voice.He only watched the last five minutes of the science and education film. In those five minutes, Dan Jue only said one sentence, and that was enough. He knew her voice by that one sentence.He opened his mouth, and the oxygen in the narrow long-distance booth seemed not enough for him to breathe.The cold field between Shanghai and Xi'an has begun.He thought of all kinds of possibilities, but he didn't think that Dan Jue, who lived with Wanyu, might come to answer the phone.He didn't know how long the cold scene had been, how many times did Dan Jue ask "Hello, who is it?" He heard echoes in his empty heart: What should I do?what to do?what to do? ...

Dan Jue suddenly spoke English.He didn't bother to listen to what she was saying, and immediately realized that her grammar was good, but a little stiff.Dan Jue asked in English if he was listening to her.Only then did he retrieve the last two sentences he had just heard.Dan Jue's first English sentence said: "Please don't look for my mother." Then she said: "If you still have the slightest concern for us, please turn yourself in as soon as possible." Hang up the phone first of.He put the phone to his ear and sat for a while on the narrow stool in the long-distance booth.As soon as he stood up, the spring under his weight bounced the stool back with a "snap". He turned his head convulsively, and saw that the stool had just reset, turned around again, and saw the phone fell to the ground at some point .

Lu Yanzhi left the post office quickly.If Dan Jue reported him to the post office in Lanzhou, the number of people in the post office would be enough to arrest him.He was walking blindly on the street, and the noodle stalls were already filled with bachelors who had finished heavy work.His memory is cruelly good, and he remembered Dan Jue's tone exactly.It was an unfeeling tone.No, it was a begging tone.Ask him to do a good job and let her mother go, let them all go.He regretted not saying a word to Dan Jue.He should ask, has her mother been implicated by him?He bypassed the Xi'an Station where the arrest warrant was posted, and walked on the railway from Xi'an to Luoyang.Wearing shoddy cotton shoes on his feet, he walked with each sleeper step by step.It was a busy railway line, and after a while he had to jump off the embankment to let a passenger car or train pass.People sitting in every window on the bus have a place to run, and there are people waiting and accepting them there.He is not.For a while, he didn't know where he was going "one two one" on the sleeper.

At two o'clock in the morning, Lu Yan realized the outside of a small station.The temperature is very low.He was also exposed to the light of the big grass desert, which made him resistant to cold and frost.At 4:07, there is a slow train going to Xi'an through the small station.It is easier to get on the bus from a small station, and there are often no station police.Forty or fifty people appeared on the platform around four o'clock, all speaking Henan dialect, followed by a cadre from the detention center yelling inarticulately, just like the cadres of the labor reformation, who are used to driving two-legged animals.These people are desolate people who escaped from the famine a few years ago and are now being sent back to their original places.The police officers on a train were all mobilized to guard them, and they didn't bother to identify Lu Yanzhi's true face.His make-up skills have been improved again and again, his beard has been trimmed quite beautifully, and he bought a top cadre hat in the suburbs of Lanzhou, which covered his gray and curly hair, which is the characteristic of his image.The slow train wobbled for two stops, and he got a seat by the window.This is even more ideal. He rests his left arm on the small table and buries his face in the crook of his arm.

After he fell asleep, Dan Jue's English was still in his mind: If you still have a little concern for us, please surrender yourself as soon as possible.He suddenly remembered that Dan Jue's English grammar was reserved because she used the official language.She was not talking to him, but shouting at the enemy. "Gu Nian" is used as a prerequisite to measure whether he still has the slightest sense of father's responsibility and his father's spirit of sacrifice.Otherwise, his little bit of fatherhood would not be recognized. He fell asleep with his face in his arms, and when pushed awake he sprang to his feet, scuttling in vain like any cornered creature.He figured handcuffs would be next, but a small naked butt appeared in the corner of his vision, and a young Henan woman said something to him.He couldn't understand what she was saying, the woman had put the child's butt on the window slit.Another man reached behind her with both hands and lifted the window a crack, but it was too late.As soon as the child's butt was exposed, he began to release himself. The urine sprayed on the window glass and flowed down in a torrent. On the passenger opposite Lu Yanzhi who didn't dodge in time.Instead of rescuing himself first, the passenger first rescues a packet of coconut biscuits and two apples on the small table.But he soon realized that he would not eat these foods, so he started cursing with wet hands.The Henan barrens all stared at the package of coconut biscuits and apples, not paying attention to his cursing.The young woman had turned the window into a latrine, and at the moment was beckoning to another young woman who was holding a child, telling her to take the opportunity to pee on the child too.

The passenger took his luggage and left angrily. More than a dozen desolate people came up, reaching into the overflowing urine, picking up the apples, peeling off the wet biscuit wax paper, and screaming at the fact that the biscuits were not completely damaged. cheer.The child squatting in the latrine on the windowsill is more than one year old, but he is plump, and there is no shortage of milk from the deserters.The young woman took boiling water from a tea mug that had lost a large piece of enamel, soaked the coconut biscuits salvaged from the urine, dipped her fingers into the child's mouth.The strange thing is that the sweet and greasy smell has no urine smell.The child's face was like a cat's, and he grinned after taking a sip.Lu Yanzhi found that his mouth moved with the child, and he also grinned, as if he was smiling.At that moment, he made up his mind.He is going to surrender himself.

He figured out how to proceed with his plans; when would it be best for his wife and children to surrender.A face-to-face euphemism is a must.It's too bad not to see him, it's too useless for this trip, it's too useless for a lifetime.After he surrendered, his life was over. After a day and a night of driving from Xi'an to Shanghai, we arrived at a small station on the border with Anhui, and Lu Yanshi rushed through the scorching torrent of human body.The desolate people who got off the bus alternated with the passengers who got on the bus, and luggage rolls, bags, wicker baskets, and children passed by in the air.The car window next to him was used as a door. A pair of feet wearing new cloth shoes came in first, then a girl's leg and waist came in gradually, and finally a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old made her full debut.She found that there was nothing better than the small table under her buttocks, so she sat down on the small table.

Lu Yanzhi needs sleep.Sleep can make him look good and refreshed; he doesn't want to euphemistically see the look of the prisoners on his face.He pulled down his cadre hat, it was dark inside, and he closed his eyes hard.Be sure to get a good night's sleep. In the dark night in the hat, Dan Jue began to "speak to the enemy" again.After failing to speak out, would she come out of the paging room and go straight to the Public Security Bureau?He often heard from fellow prisoners that their children sent their parents to prison.Moreover, the government has been kind to Dan Jue for more than ten years, letting her become a doctor and appearing in science and education films. It should be all right.

He immediately thought that Dan Jue would not go to the police station to report him.Why not?he does not know.Dan Jue is an unusual child.How is it different?He doesn't know either. Even if Dan Jue had already reported to the Public Security Bureau, the police are now using Wanyu as a bait, just waiting for him to take the bait, that's okay, he has to meet Wanyu.At the age of sixty-two, he can die or not, live or not. When he met Wanyu, he said a couple of love words that had been delayed for 40 years (you can speak in English, so as not to embarrass the two of them), and he, Lu Yanshi, Live and die.The night in the hat smelled of his unwashed hair.It was a purely personal night, cut off from the night outside.Outside, there was the sound of playing cards, the sound of eating, and the smell gradually became fatter. The smell of omnivores like humans is worse than that of any animal. Lu Yanzhi, who has lived in the prison cell for nearly ten years, Feel again and again.

After an unknown amount of time, the world outside the hat became noisy, with some people crying and coaxing.Lu Yanshi pulled up a slit in his cadre hat, and his eyes were immediately burned by the light and cigarettes.He squinted his eyes hard, and saw that it was the fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl who was crying. She was sitting on the small table, but now she was lying on the floor on a pile of playing cards.The four players playing cards are comforting her: why are you crying?You fell and didn't scare the rest of us to death!Do you dare to sleep sitting on that table? ... People asked clearly, the girl was a helper for relatives in Shanghai, and she took the train alone, not even knowing that she was sitting on a table instead of a stool.Lu Yanshi called the girl to him, let her sit on the floor under his feet, and slept with her arms on his lap.People in a carriage sleep in whatever shape they are nested in, even fugitives sleep, not to mention fourteen or fifteen-year-old children.The next day, when the food was sold in the car, half of his share was saved for the girl to eat.The girl became lively, and he told her slowly what he asked about Shanghai.He knew that in the eyes of the girl and the surrounding passengers, he was a kind old man in his seventies and eighties, with a lot of ink in his stomach.No one could tell that he was planning to use this girl as his cover and helper in Shanghai. The girl was picked up by her relatives as soon as she got off the train, but the girl's relatives thanked Lu Yanshi a thousand times.When Lu Yanzhi proposed to take the girl to visit Shanghai, the relatives were very grateful, because it saved them the hard work and expense of introducing the general appearance of Shanghai to the girl.Lu Yanzhi took a long-distance bus to Nanxiang, where he found a public bath and slept all night.He found that some people in the suburbs of the city are people with unclear faces, and some people are accommodated by social gaps.Early the next morning, he came to the alley of the girl's relative's house and picked her up. He took the girl to the park for an hour of boating, and lunch was bread and soda.He wanted to go to Wanyu's school right from the park, but it was too early, the sun was everywhere, and it wasn't the hour for him to appear.At 4:30 in the afternoon, he took the little girl to the gate of Wanyu's middle school.Wan Yu always mentions her school and her class in her letters.Wan Yu told him that her students have the highest enrollment rate in the school. It was five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was already dark.Diagonally opposite Wanyu School there is a small book stand, and there are a few boys aged seventeen or eighteen sitting there, their social faces are somewhat vague, they are getting education from the small book while smoking.He would soon find out that the purpose of the boys sitting there was to watch the girls who were dismissed from the high school opposite.He rented a book for the girl to read, but he could see that the girl was restless.Around five o'clock, the last batch of students poured out of the school gate.The boys with no face in society laughed obscenely, speaking their code words, and disappeared with the disappearance of the female students.After another ten minutes, a group of male and female teachers came out and said goodbye to each other.He glanced back at the girl and found that she was looking at him.He smiled, but the girl didn't.If Wan Yu doesn't come out again, he will invest in the girl for nothing.At this time, the two gates of the school slowly closed and locked.He turned back to look at the girl again, and saw that she was idly fiddling with her feet, putting her left foot in front of her right foot for a while, and then the other way around.She is venting with both feet.He turned back to the school and saw a figure in a beige coat coming out of a small door on the main gate.In the first second he recognized the euphemism.The material of the beige coat was a piece of sea tiger fleece that my brother brought to Shanghai after the war. It was made into a coat in the winter of 1948. On the day of trying it on, the tailor’s wife was fidgeting next to her, waiting to go to the rice shop to buy rice with handmade money. Because the price of rice will be different ten minutes later.Now it seems that the fine fabrics and workmanship of the year and the fashion of the year are a bit weird, even a bit shabby.The euphemism of walking out of a new-style school with a hair bun more than ten years ago and carrying a sheepskin bag more than 20 years ago confused the sense of the times. Across the road and the twilight, he watched Wanyu walking forward unhurriedly, with a heavy leather bag on his arm.He hurriedly paid the rent for the comic book, and dragged the girl to follow Wanyu across the road.He told the girl to send her home now.The girl has no concept of Shanghai geography anyway, and he wants to let her continue to play a role before actually sending her home.After passing a traffic light intersection, Wan Yu stopped at a trolleybus stop, and stretched her neck to the side of the road with a large group of people waiting for the bus. He took the girl across the street from the corner and stood behind the tram stop.When the tram came, he looked at Wanyu from behind the crowd, and saw her leaning her upper body back, in order to put her foot on the steps of the tram first, so as not to stick her face on the back of others.She was very capable, and when the door was about to close, her upper body was still leaning outside the door.She deformed like that and finally let the car door close behind her.He stood under the car, staring dumbfounded.He hailed a tricycle on the side of the road and asked the driver to follow the route of the trolley bus. The tricycle stopped at the third stop, and the trolleybus had just arrived.Lu Yanshi paid the fare, pulled the girl and squeezed into the car.Wan Yu has already put on a show to show him that some people will always be pushed out of the car by others, and you must make up your mind not to be pushed out of the car.Also, as long as one part of the body gets on the car first, the other parts of the body can get on the car sooner or later. All this time, my grandfather stared at my grandmother sideways, dumbfounded.For a while, he didn't have time to think about what kind of day could turn the euphemism in the past into the euphemism in front of him. Now Lu Yanzhi moved a little to the right, pulling the girl in front of him.Over the top of the girl's head, he could see a very small profile of Wan Yu, because most of her profile was blocked by her right arm grasping the crossbar.Her bun is basically still black, but pitifully small.For this poor bun, he couldn't help crying.The girl asked him suddenly, was it the same way when she came from her relative's house?The girl's Northwest dialect made people around her start looking for where this unfettered loud voice came from.He felt that Wan Yu was also trying to turn around.He watched Wanyu with his eyes, and said to the girl's ear that it is not allowed to raise your voice in public in Shanghai.He then explained that Shanghai is too big, they played from morning to night, they had already reached the other side of the city, and it was impossible to return the same way. Wan Yu started to move towards the front door at the fifth stop.He pulled the girl and squeezed towards the rear door of the car.A lot of people got off at this stop, and there were even more people on the street. Those who got off the bus were drowned in the sea of ​​people on the street.He followed Wan Yu forward.The little girl was asking him something loudly.He managed to turn his attention away from Wan Yu. "Are we home yet?" "Come on. Up ahead." He perfunctorily stretched his fingers forward.That's what traffickers say to kidnapped children. Wan Yu crosses the road and walks into a food mall.He followed in, keeping a distance of five or six meters from her.The girl became impatient when she entered the mall, her eyes became much bigger, the pupils of the eyes seemed to have just been shone by a bright light, and the pupils had not yet adjusted.You can use her face to explain the idiom "dazzled" in Chinese class.Lu Yanzhi told her that he wanted to buy her some candy before sending her home.He asked her to pick out the candy slowly at the candy counter, and don't leave until he came back from buying other things and paid her the bill. Wan Yu walked lightly, no matter how crowded she was, she was like a barracuda swimming upright in the sea of ​​people.Her inner splayed feet are quite dexterous, even a little childish and funny.Yes, it is the euphemism he saw on the pier when he stepped off the transoceanic cruise ship, and the cuteness of this step was reminisced over and over again in the wild grass desert. Wan Yu stopped in front of a counter.It is a counter selling dried aquatic products.She looks so quiet, so plain, a woman who can make life worse no matter what.You see, she still wants to buy Kaiyang to cook at home.Is it time to boil the cauliflower sprouts this season?Enniang's life wisdom is as deep and wide as the sea, enough for the euphemism of poverty to salvage in it for a lifetime.She asked the salesperson to scoop one kind of open ocean in front of her with a metal spoon. She picked up a dried shrimp, chewed it on the tip of her tongue, and asked the salesperson to scoop up another kind.It's all Enniang's shrewdness. If you want to test whether there is moisture in Kaiyang, the more dry the more cost-effective.It's just such a small movement of the lips and teeth, such a look up, a press of the mouth, the euphemism is so delicate.The fine lines around her eyes, the shrunken height, the small bun, and the shriveled skin can all be ignored by this exquisiteness. Lu Yanzhi was fascinated by watching, tears were streaming down his face but he didn't feel anything. What would happen to her if he called her here?Since the arrest warrant was posted, she should be ready to meet him, right?She walked away without looking away.This point is still an euphemism from the past, and a woman from a good family doesn't care about it.He let her go.He wiped away his tears with his sleeve, walked back to the candy counter, and saw that the girl was really expecting him to buy candy.He was in a bad mood, ignored the candy she had chosen, pointed to the cheapest candy and asked the salesperson to weigh it and wrap it up, and then paid with a sullen face.Another part of the little money that was left was gone, and it became these cheap candies that melted noisily in the girl's mouth. After sending the girl home, he took a long-distance bus to Jiangwan.Before turning himself in, he still had to be a fugitive, so he couldn't stay in the same bath for two consecutive nights.He found a small private hotel in Jiangwan, which opened in a wooden building with a total of eight rooms upstairs and downstairs.He was the last occupant of his room, and the people in the same room were already asleep. They were all countrymen who were going to Shanghai the next day. It was a rowdy night, and the housemates were snoring like beasts (unbeknownst to my grandfather, his snoring was stronger and more ferocious than theirs).Lu Yanzhi designed various scenes of meeting Wanyu, constantly overturning the old ones and designing new ones.He thinks that the most ideal way is to let Wanyu turn him over to the police station after meeting, which may be beneficial to Wanyu and even more beneficial to the children.Dan Jue speaks very clearly in English to the enemy, if he still has the slightest concern for their mother, and if he still has the slightest sense of responsibility for his children... Yes, that's the way to do it, let Wan Yu personally send him When he went to the Public Security Bureau, he was shot and earned some points for Wanyu's political progress.That would make him think more about the bullet. He became more and more awake, and his two fists under the quilt were gripping more and more tightly, sweating from the palms of his hands.He will have a nice dinner with Wan Yu, and find a nice restaurant, Meilong Town? ... No, not in Meilong Town, the western food is more elegant, then the International Hotel.It was a dinner that had been postponed for decades, without a benefactor in between.They will drink some French red wine.He wants to take a good look at Wanyu and tell her that the prodigal son will not be exchanged for money when he returns. Even if the sentence and exile finally makes a prodigal son return, and the old prodigal son finally understands the good and the bad, and sees that he has misunderstood himself and Wanyu, then the country will replace the Lu family. Done a business.If after all this is said and there is still time, he will tell her about a woman named Han Nianhen, and he will ask her for forgiveness. At five o'clock in the afternoon the next day, he had already sat down at the little man's book stand.From the gate of the school across the road, the students were released first, then the teachers, and finally the euphemisms were released.Would he go up and help her carry that heavy purse? ... They can spend their old age like this: he came to her school gate, took her purse, chatted casually with her, squeezed into a tram full of ordinary people.But without a captivity and exile, would he, the old prodigal, turn back? Wan Yu got off the car at the third stop, which Lu Yanzhi was not on guard against.He punched and kicked holes in the walls around him, stepped out of the car door, and fell to the ground as soon as he hit the ground.Many legs and feet branched around him, bypassed him, and gradually sank into the sea of ​​people on the road.He stood up and beat the dust all over his body, and hurried forward.But Wan Yu has disappeared.He threw Wan Yu away with a fall.Now he heard a car horn and a bus was coming around the corner, its passengers in overpacked meat, leaking through the windows and threatening to burst the car's iron skin at any moment.The "stuffing" that leaked out of the window yelled: "Mommy!" Lu Yanzhi immediately recognized the voice.Dan Jue's voice.Wan Yu was covered by people waiting for the train at the station, so she took a step forward at this moment and raised her hand slightly.Dan Jue and her mother met at this station, and the two of them were going somewhere together.The car stopped hesitantly, opened the door, and Dan Jue jumped out, almost brushing her father and walked over.As a fugitive he was too successful, but as a father he was more sad.Taking a closer look, Dan Jue was not alone, and was holding a villain in his hand. Little did my grandfather know then, that this little girl was growing up to be the only reader of those manuscripts he could remember.This little girl will also be the first witness of his strange memory. When Lu Yanzhi heard the little girl called Wanyu Ennai, and when he heard Wanyu talking to the little girl, he called Dan Jue "little lady", and all three generations of the Lu family were in front of him for a while.They were all talking about the little girl, all in the language of children, asking the little girl what she ate, played, took a nap in the nursery, about a certain teacher, a certain child, and a certain toy.Wan Yu is as familiar with everything about the nursery as a little girl.They walked into a dim sum shop, a very affordable kind of neighborhood dim sum shop, and left Lu Yanzhi, the father and grandfather, out of the door. Looking in through the window, Wan Yu and the little girl sat down and shared a small round table with another young couple.Lu Yanzhi moved around to find Dan Jue who was outside his field of vision. He found Dan Jue, who was standing in a line of seventeen or eighteen people, holding a few small bills in his hand.Holes were punched in a row of wooden walls, and a team lined up for each hole.Dan Jue's position was close to the door, giving her father a profile.Her natural curly hair belonged to her father, as did her tall stature.She has short hair that reaches her ears, and the short black woolen coat she wears is neither male nor female, except for a silk scarf to warn people not to mistake her gender.Dan Jue is far from the translucent white fairy in the science and education film.He saw her line up to the hole in the wooden wall, and said a few words to the people inside.In the process of speaking, a gentle expression flashed across her face.No, it's just a literal euphemism. Lu Yanzhi watched Dan Jue turn his head to his mother and niece, loudly asking for their opinions.It was this young Wanyu's mouth that persuaded her father to surrender. Dan Jue brought a stack of steaming cages to Wanyu's table, then dragged a stool, and sat down awkwardly.Next, three generations of women from the Lu family had a reunion dinner with two strange young men and women.Maybe such a scene often happens, such a dinner is their happy time.Dan Jue doesn't have a home of her own, so she should be able to afford this kind of dinner with her doctor's salary and the money she earns with her mother.He stood in the shadow outside the window, so that he became a part of the shadow.He and his family co-exist openly and secretly, and he doesn't mind participating in their lives like this forever, secretly being a part of this family. They talked lightly about something.The main thing is to talk to the little girl.Ennai and the little lady tilted their heads from time to time, trying to put their faces at the same height as the little girl, and had childish conversations with her while smiling.The strange men and women crowded together at the table for the reunion dinner also smiled at the little girl, pretending to be a baby.They are compatible with this society, he thought jealously.Such a harmonious three generations of women, who has the heart to scare them? Lu Yanshi stood in the damp cold, separated from his family by tables of strangers, the smell of hot dim sum, and the night of January 5, 1964.His original plan seemed too grotesque and exaggerated in front of the dinner scene of three generations of Lu family women.To have him pop out of the picture is the greatest detriment to their lives.If he meets Wanyu, eats western food and drinks red wine (and hurts Wanyu's expenses), he will also take out his heartfelt words, and then say to Wanyu, I will give myself to you, and you will turn it away I'll go to the police station.What will happen to Wanyu?That play has nothing to do with the warm and plain scene in front of me.Besides, he pushed the biggest problem to Wanyu, forcing Wanyu to be cruel, and the reason why Wanyu became Wanyu was because she didn't have a trace of cruelty. By the time the three generations of women from the Lu family walked out of the dim sum shop, Lu Yanshi had completely canceled the plan he had made in the wooden inn.He followed behind the two big and one small female figures, listening to the hungry toads screaming in his belly like a summer night.No new plan had yet been produced, and he hoped to make it as soon as possible while he was secretly visiting relatives. He followed Wanyu's grandfather and grandson to the alley entrance of Wanyu's house, watched them walk in slowly, and were left in the black shadow again.When they entered the alley, he began to look upstairs.Wan Yu told him in the letter that the house was facing the street, so from where he was standing, he should be able to see the light on Wan Yu's window.They can sit at the same table with strangers at the dim sum shop for reunion dinner, and he can also reunite with them without any disturbance.A few minutes later, a house on the third floor turned on the lights.It was a room with a small balcony, and the light shone through, shining on the clothes to dry on the line.He really seemed to have entered their lives, full of tenderness and sorrow.At this moment, the balcony door opened, and the person he saw coming out was Dan Jue.After Dan Jue disappeared, all the clothes drying on the balcony also disappeared. My grandfather Lu Yanzhi became completely free and easy because he wanted to see his fate.Before the end came, he had to reunite with his family in secret.The next day was Sunday, when he arrived, he saw that the washed sheets had been dried on Wanyu's balcony.In the daytime, it can be seen that the balcony is extended, and several iron rods are extended from the iron fence railing of the balcony, and the iron wires are drawn horizontally, so that the drying sheets occupy the public airspace.Most of the people in the same building are desperately occupying the public airspace.A piece of cloth of a different color was patched in the center of this quilt, as if the pattern had been put together on purpose.He knew the fabric of the puzzle, the sleeveless cheongsam with pale yellow daisies on a white background that my grandmother Feng Wanyu wore in the summer of 1937.He stared blankly; Wan Yu relied on thrift to squeeze bit by bit from the Lu family's not-so-rich family property, even refusing to throw away the scum. At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, a food stall was set up at the entrance of the alley, selling pork ribs rice cakes, small wontons and Yangchun noodles.People bought things to take away. There were only two folding tables and four folding chairs in the food stall.He bought a bowl of Yangchun noodles and ate them slowly.After eating, he can have another bowl of Yangchun noodles.A bowl of high-priced Yangchun noodles without food stamps is a quarter a dime, and the money in his pocket is enough for him to eat for a while, and enough for him to sit on this chair firmly.I just took a few mouthfuls of a bowl of Yangchun noodles when something went wrong.His granddaughter walked out from the entrance of the alley opposite, and a man in his thirties was holding her hand.Behind the man, followed by a seven or eight-year-old boy, walking with a dejected gait.The man was frail and fair, with cautious eyes hiding behind tortoiseshell glasses.A very common Southern man.Lu Yanshi choked on a mouthful of Yangchun noodles that he didn't know when to swallow, and stared violently at his son Feng Ziye, who was getting closer and closer, walking towards him. Before Lu Yanzhi was arrested in 1951, his son was still a college student, not so frail and fair.Feng Ziye walked to the side of the road, talking to his daughter in a baby tone, and didn't pay any attention to the old man who ate Yangchun noodles.There was only one step between father and son and grandchildren, and the old man turned his face away. They walked past the food stalls, and soon became backs in Lu Yanzhi's sight.Hearing some sound, the three of them raised their heads and looked upstairs across the road.Lu Yanzhi also followed their gaze: Wan Yu was standing on the balcony waving to them.The light of the day dimmed, and Wan Yu emerged from the darkness wearing a light-colored woolen vest.Across the road, Lu Yanzhi's eyes greedily draw from this picture, draw for memory, draw towards the direction of the soul. He sat there with a cold bowl of Yangchun noodles in front of him, beads of lard floating on the soup were condensing in the cold air of January 1964.He clenched his loose teeth, which often gave him pain, so as not to cry.He's met all the members of his family and shared their Sundays, what can't he figure out?If he figured it out, he knew everything, even if he took the final shot, the immaterial Lu Yanzhi could still share their lives, so he was almost alive and dead. Lu Yanzhi surrendered himself in Xining.When the police handcuffs came up, he thought that he might never have a chance to talk to Wan Yu about that woman named Han Nianhen in his life.