Chapter 15 Chapter Fourteen

At six o'clock in the morning on December 20, 1937, two priests led thirteen female students to bid farewell to the three dead soldiers and George Chen.The girls hummed in low voices.My 13-year-old aunt Shujuan stood in the front.After the Japanese soldiers left, they made dozens of camellias out of white rice paper.A simple garland is now placed in front of the four bodies.Just now when the girls carried the wreaths to the church hall, Yumo, Hong Ling and others were already in the hall. They had been busy for several hours, cleaning and dressing the deceased, and even shaved their faces with razors.Major Dai's head and body had become one, and Yumo wrapped his own fine woolen scarf around the broken part of his neck.When they saw the girls coming, they all greeted them with long stares.

Only Shujuan hurriedly looked away.She was still resentful in her heart, thinking that the worthless and noble lives in the world are very durable, such as the group of laughing women in front of me, and noble people like Major Dai are destined to die early, and die so tragically. She saw that the prostitutes were all wearing plain clothes, and their faces were pale and blue, because they didn't wear makeup.Zhao Yumo was wearing a black velvet cheongsam, looking like a widow.She had quite a few outfits, and she had brought all the mourning outfits.Shujuan really wanted to goug her out, but was too lazy.Prostitutes wear a small white woolen flower on their temples, which is made by tearing down a white woolen sweater.

Father Engelmann was in his grandest attire, worm-eaten with holes from long disuse.He combed his silver-white hair back, wore a heavy teaching cap, and walked onto the podium with a heavy staff. As soon as the funeral began, Shujuan shed tears.My aunt Meng Shujuan is a person who doesn't like to shed tears, and she was surprised that she shed tears that day.She told me many times about the deaths of these three Chinese soldiers. When she told me about the funeral, she always said: "I don't know why I cried, it hurts so much." Sensory analysis comes and goes, analyzing a lot of words.She analyzed that she shed tears at the time because she had completely given up hope on people: Why do people want to start a war when they have nothing to do?After a few days of beating, a person is no longer a person, and degenerates into an animal.And animals don't eat their own kind.She couldn't see the end of this kind of endurance, avoidance, and fear.Standing among her female companions, Shujuan was humming in a low voice, with tears in her eyes, looking at the four corpses under the pulpit.

She witnessed their slaughter from beginning to end.Human cruelty really has no limit and no end.There is no justice in the world, otherwise how could a group of people go to other countries to act wildly?Bullying people from other countries like this?She also cried because people in her own country are so weak and have always been bullied.Shujuan cried so painfully that she wanted to cry out her grievances. At seven in the morning they buried the dead in the churchyard. Father Engelman put on rubber-soled shoes that were easy to walk in, and went to the safe zone to report what happened last night. By the way, he wanted to find out if he could find a means of transportation to sneak a dozen or so female students out of Nanjing.Even if there is a car, it will be enough to transport the girls safely to Mr. Rabbi's house, or let them squeeze in Dr. Robinson's house.As long as one or two members of the safety zone committee follow the car, it is guaranteed that the five kilometers from the church to the house of Mr. Rabbi or Dr. Robinson will not be intercepted by the Japanese army.After the incident last night, Father Engelman believed that the church was not only unsafe, but also seemed to be targeted by the Japanese army.He felt that after the Japanese army searched the attic, they would definitely suspect that the female students had not left, and thus doubt Fabio's explanation: before the fall of Nanjing, all the female students were taken away by their parents.Father Engelman even thought with horror that the Japanese soldiers could even smell the girls.He remembered that last night, he seemed to hear a girl yelling.I hope it is an illusion, an auditory hallucination that occurs when nervous to the point of nervousness.

While Father Engelman was analyzing whether he had suffered a momentary hearing confusion, the Japanese major was also thinking about the soft cry he heard last night, halfway across the hellish city of Nanjing. Of course, my writing about the Major is of course arbitrary and based on imagination.However, according to the actions he will take this afternoon, I think I still have some basis for my psychological speculation about the major.As the young church cook fell to the ground, the Major heard a girlish cry.Very young voice, still wet.Next, the major listened to the report of the soldiers who searched the attic, saying that the attic was a group boudoir.After leaving the church, he associated the shout with a dozen bunks and black sailor dresses, and suspected that the dozen girls were hiding in the church.The major imagined a dozen girls in black woolen sailor skirts, the texture of their skin on the palms must be like the taste of expensive fresh puffer fish on the lips and tongues, worth dying for.He was tormented by the hunger that hung in the depths of his flesh.The Major, like most Japanese men, was a pathological pedophile, with an ancient, sinful fascination for women among girls and young women.Shao Zuo thought of that seemingly indistinct cry as her cry for the first night, and the more he thought about it, the more intoxicated he became.That cry was a rose in the whole bloody affair.If one ten-thousandth of this morbid and sinful sentiment is beautiful, if there is no war, this one-tenth of the beauty will be the dark poetry in a man's heart that can never be expressed.But the war made it different, and the morbid poetry immediately turned into sadistic longing in the major and his fellow men.As a conqueror, if you don't possess the women of the enemy country, you won't be considered a complete victory, and the most important thing to possess the women of the enemy country is to possess the most beautiful parts of the women in the enemy country—those girls.So Shao Zuo wants to complete his final occupation, occupying the girls from the enemy country, and occupying their first night.

I think the major spent most of the day looking for that pot of Christmas red.He planned to ring the doorbell of Wilson Church with Christmas presents and flowers in a different gesture. With a pot of Christmas red, he was no longer the occupation officer who had to be a butcher last night because of his military duties. Let Father Engman go over the tedious details of how to smuggle the schoolgirls out of the church with the security zone leaders.Also let the major go to the sky and the earth to find the Christmas red that he thinks is indispensable for the afternoon operation.I was going back to the churchyard, and it was about a quarter past seven in the morning, and Father Engman had just left.

The women and girls of the Qinhuai River have all left, and only Yumo is still standing in front of Dai Tao's tomb. Fabi turned around, adjusted the bandage on his arm and said, "Let's go, it looks like it's going to rain." Yu Mo wiped her face with the back of her hand, the movement was very small, she didn't want Fabi to see her wiping her tears. Fabi stood there and waited for a while, seeing that Yumo had no intention of leaving, he came back and said, "Go back quickly, it's not safe outside." Yu Mo turned his head, his two big eyes were crying, and they were red from crying, and his nose formed three spots of red on his small pale face.Not only is she not good-looking now, she is also a bit ugly.But Fabio found her so attractive.He also saw the thousands of possibilities she missed at the age of twenty-five to be a female teacher, female secretary, young mistress, and noble lady.But he now believed that she was all the more attractive because she didn't have those thousand lucky possibilities.One of the thousands of missed possibilities is that Fabio, who is in her twenties, has just returned from the United States and meets a girl in her teens who is about to be sold into a hall. Fabio spends all her savings to pay The man who sold the little girl.The little girl told Fabio that her name was Zhao Yumo.It was a possibility he and she both missed.

So Fabio asked her now: "Is there anyone else in your family?" "Probably more." She said absently, "Why do you ask this?" "I'm afraid that in case something happens... I'm not afraid of 10,000, just in case I lose contact, I can still find your family." "Afraid that if I die?" Yu Mo smiled miserably, "For my family, my death is no different from my life." Fabio fell silent, the pain from the gunshot wound on his shoulder tightened and slowed down. "They only need to smoke big cigarettes. A few sisters are enough for them to sell and buy tobacco."

"How many sisters do you have?" "I am the eldest, and I have two younger sisters and a younger brother. When my mother didn't smoke opium, I was no worse than those female students. I also went to a good school. I went to a church school for a year." She briefly described how her father mortgaged her to her uncle, and how her aunt finally sold her to Nanjing when she was a teenager.Talking about it in a very homely way, which I feel is too dull and boring.Talking about the humiliation and torture that the little scissors made her suffer, and talking about the little scissors that made her gnash her teeth: even if she used this lowly job to earn a living, she would make a difference.

By this time Fabio and she were sitting in the church hall, the smell of incense and candles from the Requiem Mass still lingering. Yu Mo sat down on the front row of chairs, picked up the "Bible" prepared for believers, and smiled sharply.She is scathing herself. Because of the pain from the gunshot wound, Fabio stood opposite her with half of his body stiff.She told him so much that he was a little embarrassed, a little ashamed, and he was not her confessor, nor was she a confessor.For Fabi, who is often alone, he regards knowing too much about other people's details as a burden, which makes him uncomfortable.Perhaps this woman named Yumo was making some ominous preparations.

She suddenly changed the topic: "How about you, deputy priest?" She wanted to know his details, and exchanged details for details. Out of nowhere, Fabio began to speak.He told her how his parents left him in China, how his adoptive father and grandmother raised him.Fabio thought while talking, it seems that no one has ever wanted to listen to his story, and no one listened to his story with such admiration as Zhao Yumo.In response to such attentive listening, Fabio suddenly burst out with the desire to tell; some plots have already been told, and he went back to add details.He thought that the details he told must be extremely vivid, because Zhao Yumo's eyes and face were so engrossed.When he talked about the tension and fear when he went to the United States to meet a large group of blood relatives, Yu Mo smiled pitifully.This woman has such a thorough understanding of people. Fabio thought that if there was someone who would listen to him, he would not have to drink.Such a listening face can make him drunk. Yu Mo said, "I didn't expect that I would talk to a priest in this life." It never occurred to Fabio that he would exchange details with a prostitute. "Then you will always be in this church?" Fabi was taken aback for a moment, he never doubted that he would live and die in this courtyard, and that his tomb would be lined up next to Father Engelmann.Now being asked by Zhao Yumo, he suddenly became suspicious.Maybe he has been doubting all the time, but that doubt is too inadvertent and specious, but it has always existed in parallel with his non-doubt, and God also exists speciously.Especially after last night, how weak and powerless the Creator seemed, isn't it equally easy to deceive?He looked at the woman who inspired his suspicions.He was still talking to her about what happened after he met Father Engelman, but in his heart he was continuing the possibility that she missed when she was eleven or twelve years old. She met a Western young man who spoke Yangzhou dialect, and the young man took her Sent to the Wilson Women's Church School, secretly waiting for her to grow up.Waiting for her to graduate from high school and become a well-educated stunner, Fabio walked up to her and announced to her that he had become a secular person... At this moment, Fabio looked at the mouth that had been kissed by countless men, and the line of his jaw was beautiful .Her black cheongsam wrapped tightly around her body; this is the body of a Chinese woman in an ink painting, with such soft and subtle ups and downs that only a Western man who understands Chinese culture would dream of this body—a woman named Zhao Yumo stares like that After falling in love with him, he dreamed several times. In the dream, Zhao Yumo was peeled off from that set of clothes. His skin was as sticky and white as glutinous rice flour, and his skin was whitened by nightlife. After waking up, he hated himself and her even more. . Maybe this hate is love.But Fabio hated the Fabio who could love, and loved so carnally, so lowly. What made Fabi feel safe was that the woman named Zhao Yumo would never fall in love with him.Her meaningful gaze was her technique, she used it for her own convenience, and he hated her even more for it.He was confused, if she loved him with all her heart and sincerity, wouldn't it be over for him?Shouldn't he be grateful that she only plays tricks with him? "I'm going back." She stood up, her eyes that were red from crying were slightly swollen. She shed so many tears for Major Dai. The major is lucky, and he should know that he is very lucky. If Fabio is replaced by Major Dai, what will happen to her?She would be sad for a moment and think: Oh, that half-hearted man named Fabi is gone.But what's the difference if he's there or not?It's no different to her.It makes no difference to anyone. "Father, do you remember now?" Fabio looked at her inexplicably.She tilted her head as if to laugh, and Fabio understood, and she asked him if he remembered her details.Once she, a woman as light as a world of mortals, disappeared, it would be as if she had never been reincarnated into this world.Now, if Fabio has a memory, she should remember that even if she is like a mortal, there are ins and outs. Fabi felt a pain in his heart that he had never felt before.