Chapter 2 Chapter One

Meng Shujuan sat up all of a sudden.The next moment she found herself standing beside the bunk.It was about five o'clock in the morning, or earlier.Earlier, at least four thirty.She wasn't awakened by the sudden silence of the cannon; the silence of all the cannons was actually as terrifying as all the cannons.She was awakened by a stream of heat gushing from her lower body.With a surge of pressure, the hot flow finally broke through a breach, and it was at this time that Shujuan woke up.Her first period came. She stood on the floor with bare feet, feeling that the hot liquid just now was freezing cold.On the left side of her bunk, there are seven floor bunks lined up, and across an aisle, there are seven more floor bunks.The buildings and houses near and far were burned, and the firelight penetrated through the black curtains of the small windows in the attic, making the space in the attic fluctuate.Shujuan looked at the sleeping state of her classmates by the light, and listened to their long and deep breathing; their dreams were still in the era of peace.

Shujuan put on a padded robe and touched the door of the attic.It was not a door perpendicular to the horizon, but from downstairs it was just a square cover on the ceiling for accidental entry and exit by people checking electrical circuits or plugging leaks in the roof.When Shujuan and her classmates came to Wilson Church yesterday, Father Engman of the church told them to stay in the attic as much as possible. The square lid is attached to the ladder with an ingenious mechanical joint that extends the ladder downward while the lid is pulled open. Yesterday afternoon, Father Ingeman and Vice-Father Adornado took Shujuan and sixteen female students from Wilson Girls School to the riverside, preparing to board the ferry to Pukou.In the evening, when the ferry returned from Pukou, it suddenly arrived at a group of seriously wounded.The seriously wounded were all wounded by their own bullets, because they withdrew halfway from the front line after receiving an emergency retreat order, but were blocked by friendly troops who had not received the retreat order.The friendly troops treated the retreating army as deserters, swept it with machine guns, bombarded it with small steel cannons, and rolled it over with tanks.The retreating army obeyed the order to destroy the heavy weapons before leaving the trenches. At this moment, they became a bunch of meat targets in front of the guns of the standing troops.By the time the two sides resolved the misunderstanding, the retreating troops had suffered hundreds of casualties.Perhaps out of guilt, the defenders went crazy and snatched boats by the river for the wounded ones who had eaten their bullets.The priest and the schoolgirls thus lost their ferry.

At that time, Father Engelman thought that the riverside at night was too dangerous. There were guns firing and knives dancing. He believed that the Japanese soldiers were nothing more than that.So, he and the vice-priest Adonado led the team, escorted by church employees A Gu and Chen Qiaozhi, and brought Shujuan and her classmates back to the church through the alley.He assured the female students that they would find the boat at dawn, but if they couldn't find it, there was only one way out, which was to take refuge in a safe area.According to Engman's judgment, Nanjing is easy to defend and difficult to attack. It would take a few days for anyone who wants to break the city just relying on the intact city wall and the natural danger of the Yangtze River.

Meng Shujuan recalled with horror time and time again in the following decades: How quickly the Chinese capital Nanjing fell in December 1937!Father Engelman, who had lived a large part of his life at that time, misunderstood the situation in his own microcosm, causing him and the female students to miss the last chance to escape. It was a fatal miss, one destined to require a great sacrifice to correct. Thirteen-year-old Meng Shujuan creaked down the wooden ladder at the entrance of the attic.Her feet landed on the ground of the "Bible" binding workshop, feeling the sticky and biting December envelope, except for a few occasional gunshots in the distance, the surroundings were very quiet, and even her own body was moving. There was a slight friction sound against the darkness.At this moment, she still doesn't know that the silence is not good, it is the silence of a city that gave up struggling and gradually succumbed.

Shujuan walked in the damp and quiet, her feet knew the way from one end of the factory to the other.A total of twenty-two cases, for the students to bind the "Bible" and handbooks used.Most of the female classmates who stay with Shujuan in the church are orphans, only two like Shujuan, whose parents have stayed abroad for some reason.Shujuan believes that these parents are delaying on purpose, deliberately not to return to the capital Nanjing, which even their own government and army do not want. Just when Shujuan was standing naked in front of the toilet, feeling curiously and disgusted how the secret organ in her abdomen came to life, squirmed and twitched, and secreted dark red liquid, she had no idea what was going on outside the high wall of Wilson Gospel Church. Crazy and gloomy doomsday morning.Hundreds of tanks with plaster flags were entering Nanjing, the gates of the city were opened, and the invaders went straight into the depths of the city.One after another corpses were driven into the ground by the tracks, and the flesh and blood were printed on the chaotic road in the blink of an eye, and fixed on the asphalt base.At the moment, thirteen-year-old Meng Shujuan only knows one kind of extreme shame, which is the doomed female menstrual blood; she vaguely understands that she has become the flesh that triggers all kinds of evil things, and this flesh provides fertile ground and breeding ground for all evil spirits without distinction , Let them take root and germinate, and bear fruit.

My aunt Meng Shujuan ended her chaotic girlhood in this early morning. Her legs were separated by a towel stuffed in her crotch; she walked outside with such inelegant steps.The Gothic church bell tower was blown up a few days ago, and together with the church's gate facing the street, it collapsed into a pile of ruins. Since then, access has been through a small side door.The firelight somewhere reflects the collapsed outline, and it is tall and majestic even after being reduced to ruins.There is an aisle between the main building and her workshop. One end of the aisle leads to the side door, and the other end leads to a lawn behind the main building.Father Engelmann loved it more than his own bedding, and proudly told his parishioners that this was the last oasis in Nanjing.On the lawn where parishioners have held bazaars and wedding and funeral parties for decades, there is now a huge Stars and Stripes and Red Cross flag.The lawn stretches all the way to the backyard. In spring and summer, the green grass floats on the red brick house of Father Engelman, which is a fairytale landscape.A faint red glow rose from the east.

It's a fine day.Many years later, my aunt always thought resentfully: the end of Nanjing was actually a sunny day! Meng Shujuan walked awkwardly back to the Bible workshop with her legs separated by towels.After climbing the stairs, she immediately fell into the peace of dreamland. At dawn, the female students all got up.He was woken up by the woman crying downstairs. There are three long oblong windows in the attic, all of which are hung with black curtains and rice paper notes for air raids.The note was opened by the female students at this moment.From the small windows one could barely see the front yard and a corner door.

Shujuan squeezed her right cheek against the window frame, and saw Father Engelmann rushing from the backyard to the side door, with his wide and long living robe unfurling the sail for him.Engman ran and shouted: "No climbing over the wall! No food!" A schoolgirl ventured to open the window.Now they could put their heads out side by side, and on the wall beside the side door sat two young women, the one in the scarlet satin gown, like a new sister-in-law running straight from the wedding bed.The other was covered with a fox fur shawl, and the cheongsam underneath was unbuttoned, revealing layers of spring, summer, autumn, and winter clothes.

The girls couldn't enjoy watching the play upstairs, so they climbed down the ladder one by one and crowded at the door of the Bible workshop. When Shujuan joined the group of classmates, there were no longer two women sitting on the wall, but four.The two that Engelman had tried to block just now had successfully landed on church grounds.Even A Gu and Chen Qiaozhi, who came to reinforce them, couldn't stop the tearful vanguard. Father Ingeman found a group of female students whispering at the gate of the workshop, and immediately became fierce, saying to Gu: "Take the children away, don't let them see these women!" The beard is half a centimeter long, so he looks like he's grown up a lot.

Shujuan roughly understood the situation in front of her. These were indeed a group of women who should not have entered her field of vision. Among the girls, those who know a little about the world tell their classmates: "They are all from the Tangzi." "What is Tangzi?" "The kiln by the Qinhuai River!"... Vice-Father Adornado rushed out of the main building, running and shouting, "Get out! No refugees are accepted here!" He was more than twenty years younger than Father Engelmann, with a face older than his years and hair older than his face.His name was Fabi, and the congregation became affectionate and called him Yangzhou Fabi.As soon as Fabi spoke the authentic Yangzhou dialect, there was a sudden pause in the crying and pleading of the women.Then they were sure that their ears were correct, and the one who yelled the Yangzhou dialect with the same correct pronunciation as the restaurant chef and the barber was indeed the foreign monk with concave eyes and protruding nose.

A 24-year-old kiln sister said: "We came from the river! The carriage overturned, and the horse was startled. Now the city is full of Japanese soldiers, and we can't go to the safe zone!" One was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old kiln sister rushing to report; "The safe zone doesn't even have enough space to sit on. Even if you squeeze in, you have to stick straight in like a human seedling!" A chubby woman said: "I have an acquaintance in the US embassy. He promised us to hide there, but he backed down last night. We won't be taken in anymore! My aunt posted him for nothing!" A nonchalant voice said: "Ancestor Rita! When I came to find happiness, my sisters and sisters were all delicious meat!" Shujuan was confused by such unfamiliar words and phrases.A Gu came up to pull her, but she refused.She found that the other girls had gone back to the attic.The chef Chen Qiaozhi has ordered to use wooden sticks to stop the kiln sisters from invading.He swung the stick left and right, and returned his pleadings to the women: "Sisters, please! You will die if you come in! Either starve to death or die. The students only have two thin meals a day, and drink It’s the water from the baptismal pool, do me a favor and get out!…” Each stroke of the wooden stick fell on the ground and the brick wall of the water hall, each stroke shook his jaw and wrist, and he was the one who hurt the most. Own. The twenty-four or five-year-old kiln sister suddenly knelt down to Father Engelmann, bowing her head slightly, so Meng Shujuan saw this back that she would never forget.This is a back figure that is maintained as a face, and it also has the expression and function of a face.During the next time spent with this woman, Shujuan further discovered that not only her back, but also her body has no spare parts, she laughs and complains everywhere and speaks a set of subtle dumb words.At this moment, Meng Shujuan listened to Father Engman exhausting the Chinese he had learned in the past 30 years. He was arguing with her, and it was nothing more than Chen Qiaozhi's words: no food, no water, no land, no security if there are too many people hiding.When Engman's words were not expressive, he asked Fabio to translate his Chinese into Yangzhou Chinese. The back of the woman kneeling took root, but her shoulders and waist never stopped expressing. She said: "Our lives are not valuable, and we are not worthy of your rescue; but we only want a good death. No matter how cheap a life is, such as a pig or a dog, it is worthy of a swift death, a death without punishment." It has to be said that this back is solemn and elegant at the moment.As she spoke, the bun on the back of her head suddenly collapsed and flowed down her shoulders.good hair! Father Engelmann told her dryly that some of the schoolgirls he sheltered were of upper-class parents who had been benefactors of his church for many years.They had all sent telegrams a few days ago asking the priest to protect them from any quarter.He sent telegrams back one by one, promising with his life. Fabi lost his patience and reverted to being a native of Yangzhou.He said to Father Engelman in English: "This language can't be understood by them now! It must be changed to a language they understand-George Chen, let you play the monkey grandson on the stage? Seriously!" A Gu has given up on turning Shujuan away.At this moment, he rushed out, intending to snatch the wooden stick in Chen Qiaozhi's hand.A woman fell into A Gu's arms as if falling from a building, almost smashing A Gu's short neck into his chest.The woman took advantage of the opportunity to fall asleep on A Gu's body, and the mottled mink coat slipped away, revealing a line of bare body.Uninformed A Gu has only seen one naked woman in his life, and that is his own wife. At this moment, he was so frightened that he screamed, thinking that she had just become a beautiful corpse.Taking advantage of this gap, the women on the wall jumped up like frogs before the rain and fell into the courtyard.There was only one black-skinned and thick-skinned woman left, and three or four young kiln sisters with different shapes and similar expressions were dragged from outside the wall. Fabi was desperate for a while: "It's okay! A whole flower boat on the Qinhuai River has docked here!" In any case, he is a priest, and it is inappropriate to use violence, only words.Pointing at the women, he said loudly, "What are you women afraid of? Go to the street to welcome the Japanese soldiers!" Several women retorted together: "It's still a foreign monk! Why do you talk like this!" A Gu wanted to get out of the arm of the immortal woman, but the woman's entanglement was very strong, and the two white arms were like the whiskers of a giant octopus, the more they were torn, the tighter the entanglement became. Father Engelman saw that this fragrant scourge was unstoppable, lowered his eyelids sadly, and told Gu to open the door. Shujuan watched the better figure rise slowly, it turned out to be a tall woman.At this moment, the blue-swept slate floor was stained by this group of red and green women.Women's cages, bundles, and red, pink, yellow, and green satin quilts also came in, and colorful hair ties, long silk stockings, and belts of small privacy items were dragged out of the gaps. My aunt Shujuan didn't know at this time that what she saw was a detail of what historians later called the ugliest and cruelest massacre.Around this detail, the corpses of Nanjing citizens are spread everywhere, and the gutters on both sides of the road have become blood drains.She still has to wait a long time to know what is good or bad, what a lucky child she is, how many bloody scenes and sounds have been omitted for her by the priest and the high walls of the church; there was a unique sound when the head fell to the ground and the chest became a red fountain. Standing at the door of the factory, her thoughts suddenly went off topic: If it wasn't for her parents' selfishness and preference, how could they just leave her here at this moment and let these dirty women enter her clean eyes?She had always suspected that parents favored their youngest daughter, and now she could stop doubting; they favored her sister.The father got an opportunity to study in the United States, and soon announced that he could only take his younger daughter there, because the younger daughter was not yet of school age and would not let overseas travel delay her studies.The mother stood up to support the father, saying that more importantly, she wanted to ask an American doctor to treat her youngest daughter's asthma.Both her parents persuaded Shujuan that one year goes by very quickly, and a family of four will be reunited in the blink of an eye.I really thought about it, I thought about it for the wronged party early; for the eldest daughter who suffered the injustice, they forgave themselves! The grandmother and grandfather who were far away in the countryside of Ningbo originally wanted to escape to Nanjing to take care of Shujuan, but the road was full of chaos, and the water and land roads to the west were all risky. The journey of more than 800 kilometers would be a life-and-death gamble. Knowing that their protection is no stronger than that of Father Engman and his American Church.They were still thinking about Shujuan's homework in the telegram, and together with their classmates, at least they would not miss their studies. When Shujuan is unhappy, she always thinks of some people to blame. She blames her parents and even her younger sister Shuji fiercely in her heart, but her eyes widen: what happened to this goblin?Died in A Gu's arms!The two fronts of the mink fur coat are completely open!In the gray morning, the white light flashed, revealing a fleshy monster, like a puddle of stale milk flowing out of the black mink fur.She quickly retreated into the door. After standing for a long time, the hotness on Shujuan's face faded away.This kind of shameless thing requires ten Shujuan to be ashamed for her. Shujuan climbed the ladder as if fleeing, and returned to the attic.The girls were still crowded in front of the three small windows.All the rice-shaped paper strips were removed, the black curtains were completely opened, and the three long windows became the theater boxes for the girls.The situation downstairs was out of control. The women were running around, looking for food, drink, and latrines.One kiln sister asked the other kiln sister to pull up a dark green fine green velvet cloak, and said sorry to the foreign monks that they had been running for their lives all night, and they didn't dare to find a convenient place, so they had to be inappropriate here.As she said that, she disappeared behind the cloak like a curtain call. Fabio yelled in English: "Animals! Animals!" Father Engelman has lived for nearly sixty years, and has experienced two wars in China alone: ​​the Northern Expedition and warlord melee, but he has never had to witness such a horrible scene, and he has never had to endure such vulgar and lowly people.The priest had a secondary virtue of triumphing over coarseness with his refinement, so that the coarser the other was, the more refined he was; and finally to the point of being too refined, as he said now, in his steady voice: "Restraint, Hodor. Mr. Naduo." Then he turned his face and said to the kiln sisters, including the kiln sister who just came out from behind the green velvet cloak with her hands tied up and her face happy, "Since you ladies are going to be stationed here, As parish priest, I implore everyone to follow the rules." Fabio shouted in English with a Jiangbei voice: "Father, letting them in is better than letting the Japanese soldiers in!" He said to the two Chinese hired workers: "I kick them out alive! See? One by one, they have already It's a mess here!" The Yao sister with a round waist yelled at this moment: "Help!" People looked over and found that she was not serious, and there was a rogue smile in her eyes. "This coquettish man has his hands and feet!" She pointed at A Gu who pushed her. A Gu roared: "Who moved you?!" "You're the one who can block the gun!" She slapped her chest until it trembled. A Gu retorted: "So what if I move? Others can't move me?" People could tell that Ah Gu wasn't completely serious at the moment. "Enough," said Father Engelmann in English.But it wasn't enough, A Gu continued to quarrel with that kiln sister.He said again in Chinese: "Enough!" In fact, Father Engelman saw that George Chen and A Gu had secretly rebelled, and they were secretly cooperating with the kiln sisters. Fabio said, "Father, listen..." "Listen, please, and let them in," said Father Engelmann. "Let them stay here for at least one day today. After the Japanese occupation is completed and the city's public security responsibility is assumed by them, then ask them to go out. The Japanese nation is known for keeping order. I believe their army will soon end the chaos of the battle. state." "It's impossible to end the chaos in one day!" Fabio said. "Then two days." Father Engelman turned around as he spoke, and walked towards his residence.His decision has already been announced, so he doesn't give anyone room to discuss it. "Father, I don't agree!" cried Fabio behind him. Father Engelmann stopped, turned, and was impatient again.He replied flatly to Fabi: "I know you disagree." Then he turned and walked away again.What he didn't say was clearer than what he said: "Does it matter if you don't agree?" At this moment, the superiority and authority displayed by Father Engelman's elegance are difficult to challenge.Fabi Adonado grew up in the countryside of Yangzhou. He was the child of a pair of Italian-American missionaries. He treated the Chinese very much like a local rich family or regiment, and treated them as inferior to him.Father Ingermans despised Fabio because of his rustic mannerisms. A young kiln sister was running to the Bible workshop at the moment. She saw the faces of the female students in the attic, and thought that there must be nothing wrong with running there, at least it would be warm and comfortable.Fabio grabbed her from behind.She wriggled like a water snake, out of Fabi's grip.Fabio strikes again, this time grabbing the bundle she's slung over her shoulders.The burden was made of rough cloth, not as slippery as the satin gown she was wearing, and it was easier for Fabio's hands to drag her out of the workshop door.There was only a burst of rattling noise, and there was hail on the bag, and there was a domino hail.Just from the sound and crispness, it can also be heard that the card is of high quality. The thick-skinned, black and fat kiln sister yelled: "Doumeng, throw a mahjong and I will tear your crotch apart!" The young kiln sister named Cardamom yelled back: "The big crotch belongs to the black pig! Even tear up the black pussy!" Fabi had already released the cardamom, but she suddenly scolded so badly that she might have to stay still, so he pounced on her again, pushing and fucking her out. "Get out! Get out now! Gu! Open the door for her!" Fabi yelled.His face was bright in winter, as if he was about to break out in sweat at any time. Cardamom said: "Hey, the master is my hometown!..." She staggered, and the noise made a tune: "I beg the master, don't dare again!..." Under her chaotic and unopened face, her body weighed heavily, no matter how she pushed it, she bounced back: "Master, educate your little fellow! I'm only fifteen years old!... Sister Yumo! Help me ask the master for help." love!" The kiln sister named Yumo has packed her luggage and clothes at this moment, walked towards the tangled cardamom and Fabi, and said with a smile: "Your mouth should be hygienic! It's better to give you a lesson if you ask the master to educate you." Hygienic ball, eat, eat." She swayed between Fabi and Cardamom for a while, and Cardamom was pulled into her companion's colony by her. It only took twenty minutes for Gu to change from a good man to a swinger.At this moment, he happily led the kiln sisters to the warehouse under the kitchen to stay.The kiln sisters walked on their catwalk, looked around, commented on everything in the church, and followed A Gu. Shujuan, who was leaning on the window sill, remembered that the Yao sister with a beautiful back was called Zhao Yumo.From the scenes just now, she could also see that Zhao Yumo was the protagonist in Sister Kiln, and seemed to be the leader as well.Later, she learned that it was called "Guatou Brand".The ranks of kiln sisters on the Qinhuai River in Nanjing are strict, like doctors, masters, and bachelors. The first level is the first-level identity, level, and worship.And those grades are judged by the public.In this regard, Nanjing people have been vague since ancient times. Generations of literati have praised Yaojie, and everyone from Qinhuai Bayan to Sai Jinhua has been a positive figure in their articles.Thirteen-year-old Meng Shujuan soon found out that Zhao Yumo was the highest rank in their profession, equal to a five-star general.It's also like military ranks. The women on the Qinhuai Flower Boat wear star badges when they serve. Zhao Yumo's badge has five stars. Guest officer, you can watch and pay, and you can silently count the money in your pocket and weigh it in advance. Can you afford it? rise.