Chapter 80 Diverted to Tianjin transfer

Sicheng and Huihui have been busy counting and sorting out the research materials of the society for the past few days because of accidents.These materials include survey drawings, plates, photographs, negatives, architectural models, etc. of ancient architectural investigations over the years.Fearing that these materials would fall into the hands of the Japanese, they decided to deposit the inconvenient ones in the vault of the British Bank in the Tianjin Concession. One day in August, Sicheng suddenly received an invitation signed by the "East Asia Co-Prosperity Association", inviting him to attend a meeting convened by the Japanese.

The Japanese have been paying attention to the research work of the Institute of Architecture represented by Liang Si for a long time. This invitation shows that the Japanese have begun to think about Sicheng.Sicheng and Huiyin immediately decided to leave Peiping as soon as possible and move south via Tianjin. At this time, many friends of Shen Congwen, Huiyin and Sicheng had already arrived in Wuchang. Huiyin and Sicheng began to pack their bags. After days of exhaustion, Huiyin coughed badly, and Sicheng often had backaches.Before leaving Beijing, they went to Xiehe Hospital for an examination together.The doctor warned: Huiyin's lungs are hollow, and any cold or other accidents will lead to serious consequences. Sicheng was diagnosed with soft tissue sclerosis, and the doctor designed an iron frame for him. "Wear" under the shirt to support the spine.

"Put on" the iron frame, and the weight suddenly increased on her body. Sicheng smiled and said to Huiyin: "I put on a bulletproof vest when the war of resistance began." He was very worried about Huiyin's body and reminded her not to forget the doctor warning.Hui Yin said: "Warning is also a warning in vain, let's live and die!" On the eve of leaving Beijing, they were busy until 3:30 in the middle of the night.The child’s things, Huiyin’s mother’s things, Huiyin’s and Sicheng’s things, papers being written, ancient architectural research materials...all things were streamlined and streamlined, packed into two suitcases, plus two Paving rolls, that's all their luggage.

At 6 o'clock in the morning, they woke up a pair of sons and daughters who were drowsy, and quietly got up and went out with their mother on their arms. The moment he got into the car, Huiyin felt his heart thump, as if it had broken somewhere.She knew that she was dragged out of here bloody and bloody... Beizongbu Hutong No. 3 was shrouded in the twilight of morning light, and in the twilight of morning light, the family of five embarked on a long journey of exile. Huiyin and Sicheng's family took the train from Beijing to Tianjin, set sail from Tianjin Xingang to Yantai, then transferred to Tanfang and Qingdao, then took the train to Jinan and Zhengzhou, and finally arrived at the "rear" at that time——Changsha.

Huiyin said in a letter to his friend: "From the Marco Polo Bridge Incident to the present, we have traveled all the railways in China for a while!... From Tianjin to Changsha, we have got on and off the boat a total of 16 times, and entered and exited the hotel twelve times. Go back to your rear." Fleeing crowds were as numerous everywhere, and wartime traffic was as chaotic as in any other sector.Soldiers with poor equipment and ragged clothes can be seen everywhere beside the road and in the roadway. No one knows whether they are heading to the front line or retreating to the rear.

The sun in early September scorched the deck, and the crowded crowd exuded a hot stench.Sicheng's voice was so hoarse that he could hardly speak, and the baby and younger brother were both hungry and thirsty, like a wilting little Miao.Overhead, a plane hovered low over the ship, its roar pounding the heart and eardrums.Huiyin hugged a pair of children, feeling numbness in his scalp and spine. In the dark night, they waited for the train under the railing at the station.It was raining in the sky, and the rain was beating on the iron sheet, making a sound of "bang, bang".A pale gas lamp shot from somewhere behind, reflecting the dark and bright muddy puddles on the ground.People waiting to get on the bus huddled around, like decayed grass swaying in the wind and rain.