Chapter 91 station and station master

From the United States to Chongqing, from Chongqing to Yibin, and from Yibin to Lizhuang, the wartime postal route was tortuous and long.After three months, Fei Zhengqing and Fei Weimei's letter finally reached their hands.Huiyin, Sicheng and Lao Jin circulated happily.Here, every time I receive a letter, it is as happy as a festival. On the day Huiyin wrote back to Fei Zhengqing and Fei Weimei, a large group of Japanese bombers flew over Lizhuang.She wrote: ...Although I am 100% sure that the Japanese devils will definitely not drop bombs on this remote town of Lizhuang, the twenty-seven planes flying over our heads an hour ago still make my hair stand on end-there is a kind of fear that will happen at any time. The strange fear of being bombed.

... We are very lucky to have a country maid, who is nice, reliable, very young and good-natured, and whose only fault is excess energy.If your family of five had only seven pillowcases and corresponding sheets of different sizes and textures, and white cloth was as rare on the market as gold leaf, you'd see half the sheets and two pillowcases become Stripes of cloth, and half of the buttons of the shirt were unthreaded, and the old shirt was rubbed out of shape, and I was shocked.The street price of these shirts is over forty dollars apiece.In the hands of this maid, all kinds of household utensils and food suffered the same.Of course we try to use things that won't break, but it seems that nothing is unbreakable, and it's expensive or irreplaceable.

Sicheng is a slow person, willing to do one thing at a time, and he is the worst at handling miscellaneous housework.But miscellaneous events rushed at him like trains of various lines that could arrive at Grand Central Station at any given time.I may still be the station master, but he is the station! I may be run over, but he never will be.Lao Jin (who is on vacation here) is that kind of passer-by, who either comes to see off or pick up people, disturbs the traffic slightly, but always makes the station more interesting and the station master happier. ... Huiyin wrote the letter and asked Sicheng and Lao Jin to come and read it, and asked them if they wanted to write a few words to John (Fairbank) and Velma (Fei Weimei).

Lao Jin read Huiyin's letter, and then wrote a few lines of postscript: In front of the station master and the station where he was typing, the passengers were at a loss as to what to say and what to do, apart from seeing trains passing by.I don't know how many times I've passed Grand Central, but I've never met the station master.But here I actually saw both the station and the station master.Otherwise I might have confused the two. Liang Sicheng read Huiyin's letter and Lao Jin's postscript, and wrote at the end of the letter: Now it's the station's turn: its main girders are badly tipped due to poor construction, and the ugly steel-steel supports designed and constructed by Concord Hospital are badly worn out after seven years of service, and look shaken from the heavy wartime traffic passing below me my foundation.

... Fei Zhengqing and Fei Weimei received Huiyin's letter in Washington, and after reading the letter, Fei Weimei was so choked up that he couldn't speak. The letters were written on letter paper of different textures and sizes, which were not only thin, but yellow and brittle.Fei Weimei guessed that maybe these papers were wrapped with meat and vegetables and brought back from the street.Every small piece of space on the letter paper is fully utilized, there is no ceiling, no foot, and even no paragraphs, and the words are small and dense.The last one was only half a page, and it could be seen that the remaining half page had been cut and used for other purposes.For such a letter, the stamp on the cover is eye-poppingly expensive.It is conceivable that Huiyin's family must have spent a lot of money in order to send this letter.