Chapter 9 Caucasians - God's favorite son!

Caucasians - God's favorite son! Last summer vacation to Shanghai, in the first class of a tram, I saw an Atlantic man and a small Western man sitting side by side.I can't say for sure whether they were British or American; I just guess they were father and son.That little Westerner, that Caucasian kid, was only about eleven or twelve years old. He looked like a cute kid, and he caught my long attention.He wore a flat straw hat with a long, round face poking out squarely under the brim.The cheeks are white and rosy, and the eyes have long golden eyelashes, showing peace and beauty.I have always had a habit: when I see an interesting child, I always want to make out with him and be a good companion; if I can't make out, I can get close anytime.In the elementary school attached to the higher elementary school, there was a Liu Jun with jet-black western hair, who was like a cuddly bird; when he held his hand and asked him what to say, he just tilted his head quietly, Answer in a low voice - I don't often see his smile, his face is always so quiet and sincere, but the torch of affection is burning under the skin.I asked him to come to my house many times, but he always refused; after two years of absence, he died.I can't forget him!I took his little hand and stroked his round chin.But if I meet a child born suddenly, I naturally can't do this, it would be a bit embarrassing; but it doesn't matter, I can look at him with my eyes-once, twice, ten times, dozens of times!Children probably don't pay much attention to people's eyes, so they can look freely, which is different from looking at women who have to cover up.I have stared at many children I met for the first time, and they never protested to me; at most, they held the hand of the mother who was with me, or leaned on her knee, and looked at her.So I am very brave.This time I lost my old temper again on the tram, and I looked at that white child twice and three times, the little Westerner!

At first he didn't pay attention or ignore me and let me look at him freely.But after watching it a few times, the father stood up, and the son also stood up, and they were about to arrive.Then something unexpected happened.The little Western man was sitting opposite me; when he approached me, he suddenly stretched out his face as far as he could, his blue eyes were wide open, and the beautiful eyelashes were no longer visible; the redness on his cheeks had also faded Quite a lot.The peaceful, beautiful face changed into a vulgar, ferocious face!There are words in his eyes: "Duh! Yellow people, yellow Chinese people, you—look! You deserve to see me!" He has lost his innocent childishness, and his face is full of old-fashionedness!I therefore prefer to call him "Little Westerner".He held his face up to me for a full two seconds; the tram stopped, and then he turned around triumphantly and walked away, leading the Atlantic man by the hand.The Atlantic seemed to be half the height of his son; now he was staring out of the window and hadn't seen anything below.The son didn't tell him either, but stretched out his face arbitrarily; after stretching out his face, he acted as if nothing had happened, and never said a word - he won the victory in silence and left triumphantly.Needless to say, this is naturally a kind of attack to me, a "surprise, surprise" attack!

This sudden attack overwhelmed me; my heart was empty, and the pressure on all sides was so severe that I could not breathe freely.I once met a woman on a bridge in N City; when I happened to look at her, she lowered her long black eyelashes, showing a sophisticated and contemptuous look.At that time, I also felt oppressed and empty, but compared to this time, it was much thinner: under the two bullet-like eyes of the little Western man, I felt at a loss that I was in danger of being swallowed, so my body unconsciously Feeling shrunk—much like Alice in Wonderland!I dumbfoundedly watched the father and son get off the tram and started walking on the road; the little Westerner went resolutely without even turning his head.I now have an urgent sense of country!I am a Chinese of the yellow race, but now it is still a world of white people, their pride and trampling will certainly come; I am so flustered and feel terrified, because the one who is proud of me and tramples me is not someone else, Just a teenage "Caucasian" kid, but a teenage Caucasian "kid"!I have always felt that children should belong to the world, not to one kind, one country, one township, or one family.Therefore, I cannot tolerate Chinese children calling Westerners "foreign devils".But this ten-year-old Caucasian child has been pushed into the two stereotypes of race and country.He already knew how to use his racial superiority and national strength to attack me with his face stretched out.This attack is actually a small shadow of many attacks, and a piece of China's diplomatic history is printed on his face.He has been in Shanghai for only a few days, or for a long time, and he has been influenced by his ears and eyes. His father, relatives, husband, father, and even the same country and the same race have trampled and dealt with the Chinese with pride; Arranged for nothing, in order to enhance his own prestige.So it was no accident that he stretched out his face to me.

This is an attack, but also an insult, a big insult!Because of my self-esteem, I felt emptiness on the one hand and anger on the other; thus I had urgent national thoughts.I will curse this little man!But I immediately became terrified: After all, this is just a ten-year-old child, but it has been buried by tradition; the "innocent heart" we are looking forward to day and night, the world of the world (not the world of a certain person, let alone a certain country) The world of people!), seeing that in the coming generation, there is still no information!This is your loss, my loss, his loss, the world's loss; though such a small child!But this child also has something respectable: his calmness, his silence, his arbitrariness, and his never looking back are all manifestations of strength and the performance of the strong and the fittest.Never mother-in-law, never clingy, hit the nail on the head, make a clean break, this is why white people are white people.

I'm such a conflicted person.In any case, the most important thing for us is to look at ourselves and our children!Who is also God's favored son; this is the same as the princes and generals in the past, there is no kind! The night of June 19, 1925 (Originally published in Issue 180 of "Literature Weekly" on July 5, 1925)