Chapter 53 from your fair valley

Pushing the car out of the gate, I realized how heavy the luggage was. I should have called my husband to pick it up. When I looked up, I was greeted with a familiar smile. With a thought, the dream suddenly came true. "Didn't I tell you not to come pick me up?" Seeing the person, I stiffened again. "When you told me not to come, I had already decided in my heart that I would come. I promised you not to come just to surprise you!" I didn't speak, and the two of them pushed the car together, as if they could walk the world with their feet. "Sun Yue said that he wants to come pick you up."

"What to pick up? It's a 70-minute flight. I went to give a speech and came back. What do I want to pick up?" "Sun Yue has something to look for you, but, he said, considering we haven't seen each other for ten days, it's better for us to meet alone, and he shouldn't be caught in the middle." I laughed, but I couldn't see that Sun Yue was so delicate! "What does he want from me?" "He wants to launch a blood donation campaign and asks you to help promote it." "How did he think of me?" "He knows you donated blood in Hong Kong - I told him."

Sun Yue——this guy is really, does this little secret of mine have to be made public? In September 1983, I was hired to teach in Hong Kong for half a year.Although I had a lot of things to know before, I still jumped on the blood donation car in Taipei New Park in a hurry, wanting to leave some gifts from the past, but unfortunately the blood test result showed that hemoglobin was not enough. It turned out that I was still a "weak woman". The blood drawing lady defended a few words, but to no avail, she had to go home, pack her bags and leave. In February 1984, when the contract expired, when it was time to leave, I suddenly realized how much I love this dangerous city.The seagulls at dawn on the water in front of the window, the noisy magpies at dusk on the big trees near the school, the students who sang farewell songs for me in the classroom, the friends who called me in the middle of the night to ask if I had enough winter clothes, and the kind people who sold chee cheong fun in the market Old woman, the green bird's nest fern growing in the corner of the hut... I love this city because it is still a Chinese city, and I love it because I love myself who travels here. "Those who do not spend three nights under the mulberry tree on the Buddha do not want to have long-term love." Monks dare not sleep under the same mulberry tree for three consecutive days, just because they are afraid that the time will be too long and they will be merciful.Hong Kong is the place where I stayed for a semester, how can I not fall in love with it?But since the situation that caused this love stack was chosen by oneself, the pain of parting should also be accepted.

What is the way to give back to this embraced place?This land to which I am wholeheartedly grateful. I'm reminded of an ad I saw in the newspaper: There was a man who drilled in a big rock with a machine, and there was a line of English words next to it, which meant: "Because, no blood can be drilled from the diamond head-so, please give us some of your blood." At first glance, I don't feel a pain in my heart, am I that stone?Cold and hard insulation, no blood, no body temperature, even under the drilling machine can not find a trace of crimson bone cracked marrow.No, I also have the fertile soil of love and Kawahara of blood, but why didn't I donate blood once?It's just because I am a "rejected blood donor", but—maybe I can try again, maybe the Hong Kong standard will loosen this, and I can pass the test.

In broken English and Cantonese, I followed the instructions on the advertisement and called the Red Cross. It would be clearer if I asked "Old Hong Kong" about such things, but I didn't want others to know, so I had to touch it myself. What is better than blood, if you love a piece of land, if you appreciate the love around you, if you look back on the years with all your gratitude, if you like yourself when you lived with that land, a little blood should be the best Good gift. That day was February 6th. I rushed to Admiralty and found the Red Cross. The area faced Wan Chai and had a good sea view.

"You have to designate someone to donate your blood to." The clerk politely took a form and wanted to fill it out for me. "To whom? I was stunned for a moment, no, if I don't donate to anyone, anyone who needs it can take it. This is not a great thing, it's just the mutual reflection of light and light, the communication of water and water, Where do you need to designate? What can mortals really designate, what can they be arbitrary? Small water droplets, but want to return to the earth and ocean, who can really designate their own landing point? Faint starlight, but want to use the most gentle way Explaining one's own thoughts, how can you have the right to predetermine that it will fall into the sight of a certain person thousands of hundreds of years later?

"No, I don't specify," I smiled lightly, "It's fine to give it to anyone." I finally lay down on the blood donation chair, secretly delighted that I had succeeded in smuggling. It turned out that Hong Kong is not so strict. I passed it. What a wonderful thing.They are so nice and considerate.I stared at the blood slowly flowing into the blood bag, what a beautiful bright red, redder than fire, redder than the sun, redder than wine, it turns out that the human body is such a beautiful watershed! Thinking of Yu Guangzhong's "Folk Song", I lay comfortably on the chair and slowly reminisced about the night in the Sun Yat-Sen Memorial Hall in Taipei many years ago. Layers of young people sang the tearful song in unison:

Legend has it that there is a folk song in the north Only the vital capacity of the Yellow River can sing From Qinghai to Yellow Sea the wind also hears Sha also heard If the Yellow River freezes into a glacier And the most maternal nasal voice of the Yangtze River from plateau to plain fish also hear Dragon also heard If the Yangtze River freezes into a glacier And me, and my red sea roaring From morning tide to evening tide I can hear it when I wake up one day my blood freezes And your blood and his blood are singing in the chorus From type A to type 0 cry and hear Laugh and hear how wonderful the Red Sea is. In comparison, people have become small islands, living scattered in the rhythm of the Red Sea.

When I left the Red Cross, the working group asked me to leave my address. "I'm going back to Taiwan tomorrow!" Who is the person with the address in the first month?Who is not a traveler of time?If there is such a thing as an address in the world, wouldn’t it be in the hearts of others where a word takes root, or how a drop of blood flows through the channels that infuse each other—the so-called address, what else could it be? Happiness, coupled with slight fatigue, what I want to do at this moment is to go to the planetarium to watch a movie named "How many unsolvable and untouchable mysteries of the vast universe are there, and we are small mortals, we need people to share with us." The genuine care between people.But I have to leave tomorrow, there are too many boxes and feelings that need to be sorted out, so I decided to go back to the small building where I live.

On that day, I will remember, February 6, 1984, bid farewell to the city I love, and fly back to another city I love more, with nothing but a bag of blood.Who got the blood, I don't know, what I know is what I got.I feel that I am a big river with abundant flow, which can spread the most careless affection in the world. What could be better than that?