Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen Bingxuan

1 Many years ago, I heard a thrilling story in the frontier. The protagonists of the story are a group of educated youths aged 16 or 17. In order to dedicate themselves to the noble world revolution, and also for the romantic love and ideals hidden in their hearts, they recklessly crossed the border. Plunge into the jungle of the Golden Triangle.As a result, some people became delicacies in the mouths of tigers and black bears, some were buried in swamps and dense forests, some were sucked into empty shells by leeches, and some were plundered by uncivilized indigenous savages and made some tools.A few months passed, and only one woman and two men remained in this group of vigorous young people. They walked and walked, and finally walked out of the virgin forest where the sun was not visible. When they saw the first cottage full of sunshine, the first ray When cooking smoke, I couldn't help kneeling on the ground and crying.The locals were surprised to see a few disheveled monsters crawling out of the forest, like the legendary man-bear.

The surviving educated youth later experienced many hardships of life and death: war, poverty, disease, drugs, marriage, family, two of them died one after another, and the last female educated youth survived tenaciously.She is no longer keen on passionate slogans, nor credulous in flashy language, but quietly takes root in that remote and poor foreign land, becoming a copycat female teacher who nurtures the souls of children.She later wrote her own experience into a novel and became famous in Taiwan.This story has touched my heart many times.Its educational significance lies in the fact that suffering is the foreshadowing, just like the flowers watered by blood, the splendor of life torn apart.I secretly worshiped the surviving heroine and regarded her as an idol in my heart. In 1993, my long-form documentary literature was published and was well received, and it was well received both at home and abroad.This autumn, there was a letter from Taiwan. A reader signed "Zeng Yan" wrote a long letter. She straightforwardly introduced that she had been an educated youth in Ruili, Yunnan. Ruili was less than a hundred miles away from Longchuan, where I was an educated youth. The experience immediately brought us closer emotionally.The past is like smoke, and Zeng Yan's pulsating words are like a flood opening, unstoppable, which made me sigh and sigh several times.I think, this Zeng Yan is a person of true temperament.

I generally don't reply to letters from readers, not because I don't want to reply, but because I can't reply so many.In that sense, I'm certainly not a good writer that readers love.But I made an exception to reply to Zeng Yan's letter, and I wrote a lot of it, emotionally.Since then, we have gradually become acquainted, and there are often letters of greetings on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.Later, with the Internet, conversations became more convenient.I once happened to mention the previous story and wondered if it was she who was the heroine.Zeng Yan replied: Maybe it’s okay, but it’s not all like that.

What did I say? She said that we were young at the time, and we had our own ideas, some with lofty and romantic ideals, and some not. Just out of curiosity, we wanted to visit a foreign country. Foreign countries felt too mysterious, and we never returned.Some of them are dead, some are scattered, and some are not whereabouts. Now they are separated from each other and continue to write their own life stories. Zeng Yan works as an editor for a newspaper in Taiwan and writes as an amateur. She has published more than 20 novels. Her first novel was written and published under the oil lamp of the Golden Triangle in 1974 AD.She was only twenty-four years old that year, and she was the mother of a child.

In the autumn of 1999, Zeng Yan returned to the mainland from Taipei, and I flew to Kunming to meet her. Zeng Yan is not tall, and her clothes are plain. She belongs to the kind of woman who is responsible, quiet and unassuming. She wears a pair of white sneakers and looks like a tourist, but as soon as she opens her mouth, I think she is from Yunnan. Ten years later, the accent has not changed.Our conversation lasted two full days. Zeng Yan told me that after returning to Taiwan, Li Guohui basically had nothing to do and his life was not well-off, so he went to the countryside of Taipei County to raise chickens.Li Guohui passed away a few years ago. There is an autobiography written during his lifetime, but unfortunately there is nowhere to publish it.I expressed a strong interest in this, and Zeng Yan promised to find this precious historical material for me after returning to Taiwan, and then mail it to me.

Zeng Yan said that when Li Mi passed away in 1973, his old subordinates came to her, hoping that she would write a biography for the old chief.Zeng Yan agreed to try, so many veteran soldiers took up pens to write reminiscence articles and historical materials.She mastered some of these materials, and some of them were published in "Yunnan Anthology" edited by the Yunnan Guild Hall. After the Golden Triangle veterans withdrew from Taiwan, the situation was not good. At that time, Taiwan’s economy was not yet developed. Of course, these guerrillas could not continue to stay in the army, so they were demobilized collectively and became ordinary people.This corresponds to the words of the bandit commander Li Wenhuan who stayed in the Golden Triangle: Where the eggs in Taiwan are big, what will happen if they are all crowded there?

In fact, it is difficult for a hand that is used to holding a gun to adapt to other tools, just as you can't make a tiger eat grass like a cow if you grind its teeth.For a period of time, mainland veterans have become a big burden on Taiwanese society.Later, Chiang Kai-shek learned from the Communist Party, set aside remote mountainous areas and beaches in Taiwan, and moved veterans there to collectively farm, which is equivalent to setting up military farms.Veterans are full of resentment and a sense of loss: instead of opening up wasteland in Taiwan, where eggs are big, it is better to go back to their hometown to farm. They are all farmers. Is it worth leaving their hometown?

This state of poverty, depression, and depression lasted until the 1960s and 1970s. When Taiwan’s economy took off, veterans threw down their hoes and abandoned farming to do business. Those scenes and stories.One of my year-old friends, Mr. Yang, is a Sichuan veteran who went to Taiwan. After a lifetime of hard work, he finally made a fortune. He donated several Hope Primary Schools to his hometown and wrote a book called "Sichuan Bearers". I think it is very true. I asked Zeng Yan, how does Taiwanese public opinion evaluate Li Mi? Zeng Yan thought about it: Maybe it means hating iron but not steel.Taiwanese newspapers used four words, called "Gu Chen Nie Zi".Zeng Yan thinks that Li Mi's fate is more like that of Yue Fei in the Song Dynasty. He wanted to save his master, but he did it knowing that he couldn't do it, but it didn't end well.

I think the comments in Taiwanese newspapers are more hypocritical, as if Li Mi has been wronged a lot.There is nothing wrong with Yue Fei's loyalty to the small court of the Southern Song Dynasty, but Li Mi, who is the overlord of the Golden Triangle, is doubtful.But separated by a strait, I don't know if we can reach a relatively close unity of views on some issues?Zeng Yan's words remind me of a metaphor.China is a mountain, Taiwan and the mainland are in this mountain, it will take hundreds of years to get out of this mountain, so we have to wait patiently for hundreds of years before we can see ourselves clearly.

After Zeng Yan returned to Taiwan, he really sent me a lot of precious materials. It was the materials on the other side of the mountain that benefited me a lot.I tried my best to shake the wings of my imagination, eager to turn myself into a bird, fly over the fog of contemporary history, and see the true face of that great Lushan Mountain. 2 On a small hillside outside Mengsa City, there are many shrubs and weeds growing. If you didn’t occasionally kick a blackened brick, a piece of rusty iron roof, or a house foundation paved with slate, you would never believe that this place once It is a chieftain's official village!

Qian Dayu led me up and down the hillside without saying a word, as if we were two treasure hunters.Later, he pushed aside the weeds, stopped in front of a hidden cave and told me, believe it or not, this cave used to store opium and munitions, and my grandfather lost his life because of these things.I said yes?How big is the hole and can it hide a lot of things?He shook his head and said that it had already been filled with floating soil.I insisted on going down to have a look, so I lit the lighter. Sure enough, there were not many mysteries inside, and there was no room for a single person. Qian Dayu said that this is his grandfather's chieftain's mansion, which used to be the most prominent chieftain's mansion in the entire Golden Triangle, with a thriving population and houses on every hillside.When Qian Dayu said this, he had no sense of pride at all, but it was like a eulogy.It should be said that Qian Dayu and I share the same illness. My grandfather was very prominent in the past, but I think there is nothing wrong with being a declining nobleman. If a person or a family’s good fortune remains unchanged for hundreds of years, it means that this society has not developed for hundreds of years. .I patted him on the shoulder in a friendly way, expressing sympathy for the chieftain's fate.I joked that if you inherit the chieftain of Mengsa, will you still be called Qian Dayu?He was stunned for a long time, and answered yes, the surname "Qian" has linked generations of our ancestors and grandchildren with the blood of the Han people.I understand what he means. The rise and fall of his grandfather's Daotusi family's ups and downs, the ups and downs, the ups and downs, and the ups and downs all stem from the same person, that is his foreign Kuomintang Han father Qian Yunzhou.Because of Qian Yunzhou, he became enlightened, and he was at the top of the sky, and he was the top chieftain in the Golden Triangle, but because of the retreat of the Han people of the Kuomintang, he plummeted and collapsed.I think this incident reflects an old Chinese saying: success is Xiao He, and failure is Xiao He. I read a Tang poem to him: "Helpless, the flowers fall away, and the swallows return like deja vu."He thought about it for a while, and said again and again that it was very interesting. In a dry season nearly half a century before I accompanied Qian Dayu to express his nostalgia, Qian Dayu’s grandfather’s chieftain’s official village was panic-stricken by the arrival of a big man, a short Burmese general, who was on his way. Observing Mengsa, the former Kuomintang headquarters, through binoculars, he ordered troops to drive cautiously into the city along the dirt road that Li Mi had walked two years ago. I learned from limited information that this later very famous general was an out-and-out big man in the contemporary history of Myanmar. He held many military titles, the most important of which was Minister of Defense and Chief of Staff of the Armed Forces.The general went out in person, which shows that the government attaches great importance to this military operation.It was already afternoon, and the general first saw that a round sun had turned to the west, and the west-slanting sun was quietly shining on the woods on the east bank of the Salween River. Eating grass, eagles hovering in the air, Mengsa Bazi shrouded in a peaceful and serene scene. 3 (The KMT just withdrew its troops, and the Burmese army immediately divided into multiple groups to attack the Golden Triangle. The Burmese army carried out a large-scale cleansing of the local chieftains and mountain people.The gods fight, and the common people suffer.Many cottages ceased to exist after the war. )