Chapter 27 tough years

I imagine that I am softly talking to myself: What is it like outside the village in November? It is the indifferent sky beside the boundless river; It's the reddish leaves that are scattered through the fog; It is nostalgia, and so many unspeakable loneliness; Or is it this mountain road that turns back and forth alone? It is the village that is lost, and there is a trace of smoke around; Is it the thatched hut surrounded by bamboos on the white sand? It is the sound of dry wood bursting into the stove fire, Is it the singing of boys necking in the deciduous forest? It is the old farmer who followed the oxen and went far away

Or the scattered cattle and sheep grazing on the side of the slope? What makes the heart of this November, Whose disease is the soul of November? When writing these verses, the sun is splashing orange freehand brushwork on the windows.Lin Huiyin looked for the pair of indigo blue birds with his eyes. They danced and sang on the bamboo shoots outside the window, like birds flying from Tang poetry, and the sun combed their light feathers.Sometimes they jumped onto the window sill and wandered around on the long, narrow stage. Outside the window is the mowed field, the sugarcane forest has been cut down, and the sparse dead leaves are lying across the open field. The earth presents a tranquility that has never been seen before. Lying comfortably on the field, ruminating about the years.

There are children running behind the window, children are always happy, children's happiness is ordinary and simple.A small snail or a stick bird the size of a thumb can make him laugh until his sweet dreams. How much Lin Huiyin envied everything outside the window, envied the birds dancing on the window sill, envied the children running outside the window, she also needed such a little ordinary and simple joy, but at this moment, she could only lie on the hospital bed, The sun smears the morning and evening on the window lattice. After returning from the Dazu inspection tour, she was exhausted and suffered from a cold. Her lung disease recurred again. She had a high fever of 40 degrees for several weeks.There was no doctor or medicine in Shangba Village. Liang Sicheng went to Lizhuang Town and invited a doctor from the Institute of History and Philology to treat her, but he also learned to give injections.

The difficult days came with the winter in southern Sichuan, and the funds for building the society were almost exhausted. The China-U.S. Geng Fund no longer subsidized them, so they had to rely on the support from the Ministry of Education in Chongqing, which was a drop in the bucket.The salaries of the members were also lost. Fortunately, Fu Sinian and Li Ji, the heads of the Institute of History and Philology and the Preparatory Office of the Central Museum, extended a helping hand and included the five members of the Construction Society in their establishment, so that each of them could get a fixed salary. .

Lin Huiyin and Liang Sicheng spent most of their salaries on expensive medicines, and their living expenses became tight. They had to buy medicines and rice right away when their salaries were raised every month. , it will be turned into a pile of waste paper. Lin Huiyin ate very little, and his body was getting thinner and thinner, and he was almost out of shape. The Fairbank and his wife in the Chongqing Consulate asked someone to bring some milk powder, and used it cautiously like eating oil. In order to improve the food, Liang Sicheng had to learn how to steam steamed buns , Cooking and cooking, he also learned how to pickle vegetables and make jam with orange peel from the local villagers.

When he really had no money to use, Liang Sicheng only got Yibin to entrust a firm to sell clothes. Whenever he stood under the tall counter of the pawn shop, Liang Sicheng's legs couldn't help shaking, and he felt his body getting shorter little by little.The accountant with a goatee always flashed a mocking look from behind the pair of highly myopic lenses. He was only interested in the things Liang Sicheng handed over, but every time he kept the price as low as possible. .Liang Si was self-defeating when negotiating the price. When the accountant's abacus was running fast, the sound was like a bullet hitting his heart, and every time he jumped out of the pawn shop as if he had escaped.

After pawning the clothes, I had to send the parker gold pens and watches that were kept as treasures to the counter that was as tall as a mountain.Mr. accountant showed more and more indifference and impatience towards Liang Sicheng's life.A gold pen that has been with him day and night for 20 years, and a watch bought from Itserica, the United States thousands of miles away, can only buy two grass carp at the market. After taking it home, he said sadly, "Let's stew this Parker pen, and braise this gold watch." Lin Huiyin couldn't say anything except a wry smile.The only thing that was not pawned was the gramophone.In the most difficult days, music became their medicine and food.Lin Huiyin likes the works of Beethoven and Mozart. A song "Tale from the Vienna Woods", a song "Dance of the Narcissus" and a song "Nutcracker" will lead people to a fantasy world. Distant sages talk to each other, let the hearts hear the rumors of tomorrow, and only music can make them temporarily forget their suffering.

The music spun out from this black negative film quietly thawed out the heart soaked in salt water.That note was a group of elves, and because of their coming, the two humble houses were filled with light.The cold winter is receding in a large area.The aroma of music permeates the vitality of a season in all spaces. More often, Lin Huiyin used books as companions, and the poems of Shelley and Byron accompanied her through the silent and lonely time.Those verses were growing in her heart word by word: Your indomitable soul -- /The storm in the sky and the world/How can destroy your courage and perseverance! / You have taught us a powerful lesson: / You are a sign, a sign, / A sign of man's destiny and strength; / Like you, man is also half of God, / Is the turbid stream from the holy fountain.

When she felt that her life was about to run out, she re-absorbed strength from these verses, like a traveler who had trekked in the desert for too long, and was pleasantly surprised to find the sweet spring and the oasis. Knowing their predicament in Lizhuang, Fei Zhengqing and Fei Weimei sent letters several times to persuade them to go to the United States for medical treatment, and at the same time, they could find a well-paid job there. Lin Huiyin and Liang Sicheng were very grateful for the concern of their old friends. They discussed and wrote a reply letter to the Fairbank couple: Our motherland is in disaster, and we cannot leave her. land.

When his condition was a little better, Lin Huiyin lay on a small canvas bed to sort out materials and take reading notes to prepare for Liang Sicheng's writing "History of Chinese Architecture".The little cot is always surrounded by books and materials. Lin Huiyin only felt the seasons from the changes in the scenery outside the window. When summer came, the temperature in the hut suddenly rose, making it as stuffy as a steamer.The baby is on summer vacation, and when she is free, she teaches the baby English. The textbook she uses is an English volume of "Andersen's Fairy Tales".By the end of the summer vacation, the baby has been able to recite those stories in English fluently.

The younger brother also went to elementary school. Although the living environment is difficult, the child has grown a lot in size.Throughout the year, he was barefoot almost all the time. When he was about to go to school, his grandmother made him a new pair of cloth shoes. Life goes on like this at a faltering pace. Due to the serious shortage of funds for the Construction Society, the field trip to the Southwest had to be stopped. Lin Huiyin and Liang Sicheng discussed with everyone to restore the journal of the Construction Society, which had been suspended for several years. In Sichuan during the Anti-Japanese War, it was very difficult to publish periodicals, especially in the countryside of Lizhuang.Without printing equipment, they used potions and medicinal paper to write lithographs.Mo Zongjiang's talent has been brought into full play, and he has drawn those ink-line drawings of plane, three-dimensional and planed surfaces in a package.The architectural diagrams he sketches can even be photorealistic.From copying, drawing, lithography, folding, and binding, colleagues in the society worked together. When the most tense, even family members and children participated in the labor.When a magazine is published beautifully, everyone laughs and dances for joy. Following the six issues before the Anti-Japanese War, the seventh issue was born in these two simple farmhouses. Those who breathe to fate will not mortgage themselves to fate after all.Sometimes, a fist of fate will knock down a burly man, but Lin Huiyin fought tenaciously. The scenery outside the window is changing, the field is rejuvenated, and the sugarcane forest after the rain can hear the crisp sound of jointing, which is burning like a flame.The stickbirds are still the guests on the windowsill, and they know the secrets of all seasons.When Lin Huiyin wrote her poems on paper, the sun was still splashing orange freehand brushwork on the window: The mountain col made me stand on a loess wall; In the afternoon, through the clouds and haze, the sun shines! A wild vine stumbled over a corner of an old wall, squinting Two gates erected with bluestones fell by the side of the road Wherever I sit, I go away again, My heart beats the same; before my heart Although disturbed, always like many clouds around, But in a lonely bay of paddy fields, these deserted graves, They'll never tell who's in charge of it all I fold a stalk to see the longest shadow in the afternoon Gotta wait for November's answer to blow in the breeze.