Chapter 84 long distance migration

From the map, it is not far from Hunan to Yunnan.However, the chaotic traffic order during the war and the large number of fleeing people made this migration a real long journey. On the Xiangqian Road, there are mountains and mountains along the way.The dilapidated long-distance bus was panting and crawling on the winding mountain road.Outside the car window, there are rolling mountains.Although it is winter, the mountains in the south are still lush and green.The jade-belt-like mountain streams, the frosty red leaves, the thatched grass fluttering with white catkins, the dark chain bridge, the old ferry boats, and the motionless clouds on the top of the mountain, this picturesque scenery is not affected by wars and disasters. The change made the displaced travelers feel distressed more than ever.

In the evening, the car stopped in a small mountainous town that they had never heard of. After a bumpy day, they got out of the car with their luggage and stiff legs.Huiyin and Sicheng arranged for the two children to look after the motion sick grandmother, and then went around looking for a small inn where they could stay.The night wind was very cold, and a chill ran down Huiyin's back, and she couldn't help shivering.The streets of the small town were narrow and uneven. Huiyin followed Sicheng as she walked up and down, and finally saw the dim yellow halo emanating from the paper lanterns in front of the small inn, and her distressed heart seemed to be settled. .

In the early morning, before dawn, Huiyin and Sicheng had to wake up the children again, pack up the bedding and luggage again, and then went to the bus station in the dark to find a long-distance bus going south.After putting the family of five and their luggage in the car, wait for the car to leave after ten o'clock in the morning.There was no chance of them leaving the place without being the first to get in the car early in the morning.Even though it's just a windowless, ignitionless wreck that looks long overdue for scrapping. Such a car is driving on a mountain road, and it does not know when it will break down.One night, after the car climbed up a hill called "Seventy-two Pans", it stopped suddenly.The driver opened the cover of the front of the car, knocked here and there to check.Sicheng can drive and repair the car himself, so he went to help the driver check the condition of the car.According to past experience, he took out his handkerchief and put it in the fuel tank, only to find that there was no fuel at all.

It was very dark. The weather in December was very windy and cold, and Huiyin and the children were almost frozen to death.There was the roar of an unknown beast in the distance, and someone said that bandits often appeared in this area, and they specially robbed the passengers on the car.It is not suitable to stay on the barren mountains and ridges. Sicheng suggested that everyone push the car forward together, so that it can be warmer.In the dark, I don't know how long I walked, and I accidentally found a village next to the cliff, and I didn't sleep in the wilderness that night. It was late at night on December 24, 1937.Huiyin whispered to Sicheng: "This Christmas Eve is unforgettable! This small mountain village is not a gift from God!"

When the family went to Huang County, Huiyin fell ill.This is a small county at the junction of Hunan and Guizhou.Huiyin suffered from a cold for many days, and she developed pneumonia due to lack of timely treatment and rest, with a high fever of 40 degrees Celsius. This pneumonia was fatal to the weak Huiyin.However, there is no hospital in the entire Huang County, and antibiotics cannot be bought anywhere, and there is even no place to stay. It was dark, and the streets were muddy after it had just rained. With Huiyin who was burning hot, Sicheng led a pair of young children and a grandmother with little feet, and asked about the residence from house to house.All the places where people can live are equally crowded, and there is not even a single vacant bed in the dark and simple space.

When he was almost desperate, the sound of violin playing came from a room.