Chapter 2 Chapter 1 (1)

first quarter The sky in Kunming is very, very blue. It is an indescribable blue, and just a little bit of it is amazing.And the sky is boundless, as if nine days away, it is also so blue.The blue is rich, the blue is generous, the blue is clear and bright, and the blue is so blue that people will be shocked every time they look up, oh!There is such a blue sky! White clouds are gathered and scattered in the blue sky, and the shapes of the clouds are varied.When it gathers thickly, it looks like suet jade, and the edges are as sharp as a knife and axe;The sun shines through the clouds, making the sky extraordinarily blue, and the sun is extraordinarily bright.

It is very appropriate to use Yiduo as the quantifier for the clouds in Kunming.In an open place in the suburbs, large clouds surround the sky.Like huge flower buds, light balloons that are about to rise but have not yet risen.Soon it turned into a large veil, connecting the sky and the earth together.The changes in the clouds in the sky are even more wonderful.This place is like a mountain peak, with layers of barriers, where the thickness and thickness meet, there seems to be a stream falling down, and that place is like a bush, with old trunks next to new branches.This one is like a flower in a flowerpot in full bloom, and that one is like a boat, waiting to set sail.They gather and disperse indefinitely, and when they appear in the form of small flowers, they are always dense and unrestrained; when they appear in the form of large flowers, they are like piles of cotton, like snow, very imposing.Sometimes the clouds do not form a cloud, they are torn apart and torn apart, like an abstract painting.Sometimes it is almost like a tree like a stone, building a few towers with seven treasures, and then collapsed in a blink of an eye.As for being like sheep or dogs, like clothes or scarves, it is common to change a lot.The change of clouds exists with the sky and the earth, and the sigh of the dog also lives with people.

The Yunnan Plateau under the wonderful blue sky is located in the west of the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, with an altitude of about 2,000.There are more than a thousand large and small dams on the plateau.This kind of dam is surrounded by mountains, the middle part is low and flat, the soil layer is thick, the water source is good, and it is suitable for living.Kunming Dam can be described as the first of all dams, and Kunming has been the capital of Yunnan since the Yuan Dynasty.In the beautiful natural environment, some civil and military talents emerged.In 1938, a group of talented people came to Kunming one after another, and spent a difficult but exciting life with the people of Yunnan.

Minglun University established a school together with two other famous universities in Changsha, and then moved to Kunming together.There is no dormitory, and simple board houses are built, that is, wooden troughs are filled with soil, and the height is gradually increased.The roof is made of foreign iron, and it rains like listening to the sound of a piano.This was important at the time.Lack of equipment, teachers and students make it by themselves.Weaving cages for white mice with wire, and building water tanks for fluid experiments with bricks.There was a shortage of books, and I borrowed from the universities in this province, and they were shipped from Changsha. I also built a library. Although it was very simple, students came in and out, and the atmosphere of reading was very strong.People don't know how long they can stay here, and they don't know what will happen tomorrow, but they live every day to the fullest.

Meng Yue finally resigned from the post of provost.At first Xiao Yun refused to accept the order, and it took a lot of trouble, but later he agreed to act temporarily, and Fu Zhi was relieved. (See "South Crossing", Meng Yue and Meng Fuzhi, former deans of Minglun University, the authorities suspected that they were "Left" leaning, and preferred Xiao Yun and Xiao Ziwei.) According to the tradition of Professor Minglun's school governance, the professors' meeting elected a council , is the authority of the school. The principal and the three heads of academic affairs, discipline, and secretary are ex officio members, and they are also composed of review committee members elected from among the professors.Not long after arriving in Kunming, Fuzhi was elected to the council.After the review meeting, Ziwei said with a smile: "You are always looking for various jobs. Some people want to do it, but they can't get it." "This is often the case in the world-we just do our best."

In addition to various difficulties in life, Kunming people faced a big problem at that time-air raids.On September 28, 1938, Japanese planes attacked Kunming for the first time, polluting the pure blue sky and magnificent white clouds.From then on, Kunming people lived a life of running the police.As soon as there was an alarm, people in the whole city were evacuated to the suburbs, and normal life order was lost.After a few months, the running alarm also naturally came to the fore.Everyone has their own way of coping.If there is no alarm for a few days, people will feel strange. Some old people are still thinking about going out of the city, wondering if the alarm is broken.

The Meng family and the Tantai family have been in Kunming for more than three months.Tantai Mian's power company is located in Xiaoshiba, a suburb of Kunming.Tan Taimian himself still has errands in Chongqing, and he often travels between Kunming and Chongqing.Because it was expected to be transferred to Chongqing, Wei Wei was arranged to go to middle school there.Weiwei was very reluctant to leave the Meng family, so she had to say goodbye to Mei and Xiaowa in tears. Meng Yue's family likes Kunming.Kunming is like spring all the year round, with lush plants and various flowers all year round.The narrow streets undulate with the terrain, and there are always one or two flowers and trees in the courtyards of people on both sides. They live radiantly without the master's careful care.Some flowers are more vigorous, inexplicably stretched to the upper room, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, as if they want to merge with them.The Meng family is also willing to blend into this world of blue sky, white clouds and flowers.They lived in a rather special place, in the ancestral hall of a local military figure.The ancestral hall has a large garden. Apart from the main room for offering sacrifices to the ancestors, there are also several spare rooms, which were probably used as resting places during the sacrifice.The Meng family settled down here, and they have the right to let others see the ancestral hall.At the other end of the garden, there is a domestic stage. Now, regardless of the stage or the seats, they are divided into small rooms, which the school rents out for single teachers to live in.

Lu Bichu was very satisfied with the environment, and told the children that it was unexpected to escape to the garden.There are several camellias at the entrance of the garden. The flowers are the size of teacups. They are bright red and full of trees. They don't care about the coming of winter at all, and they don't know the suffering caused by war.There was a small forest in front of the house. At first they didn’t know what kind of tree it was. They asked the old man surnamed Shen who was tidying up the garden. The old man couldn’t hear clearly after asking several times. Then he replied loudly: "It's Lamei, your home!"

After the camellia, the wintersweet bloomed. The flowers were light yellow and seemed a little transparent, really like wax products.The fragrance of the garden is refreshing.This is exactly the wintersweet grove Meng Lingji—Mei longed for. In her imagination, under the wintersweet blossoms, there was a father sitting there holding a book. In real life, Lameilin is no longer a world of poetry and dreams.In front of the house by the forest, there was a wisp of white smoke, which was Bichu's stove using pine hair to make charcoal.She is already very proficient. Once the pine wool is coiled and the charcoal is arranged, a match can be lit.It's just that the smoke chokes uncomfortably. "Green ants new fermented wine, small red clay stove", Bi Chu thought, also had to go through the process of ignition. "Close the door," she called into the room.

Mei and Xiaowa were doing their homework in one of the rooms.Mei raised her head and said, "Mother, we are not afraid of smoke." Bichu impatiently said, "Nonsense! Close it quickly." Mei quickly stood up and closed the door. Mother's temper was the same as her voice, and it was much louder than before.She knew that mother was very tired and always wanted to help, but sometimes it made Bi Chu angry. Bi Chu squatted on the ground, fanning the stove with a big cattail fan.The white smoke dissipated little by little, and the charcoal gradually turned red.At this moment, Mrs. Yao, a temporary helper, came with a load of water and poured it into the water tank under the eaves of the verandah. "Wash the greens, okay?" Bi Chu stood up, pulling the legs of the table beside her with sore hands and weak legs. "I won't cook today. I have something to do at home. Yours." Sister-in-law Yao said, there was no room for negotiation.Instead, he scooped up a pot of water and put it on the fire.

After a few months in Kunming, the Meng family has changed several helpers.Some couldn't understand the words, and they didn't turn around after dialing several times; some were too free, and often disappeared suddenly during working hours.This sister-in-law Yao is a farm relative of the proprietress of a small grocery store nearby, and it is only natural to say that "there is something at home".Seeing that Bi Chu was caught off guard, she came up with an idea: "Buy a bowl of rice noodles on the street. It's delicious and fast." Yes, there are many snack bars on the street, and they are not expensive.Kunming people often use it to satisfy their hunger.When Bi Chuwai first arrived, he often went to the small shop.But this is temporary after all, and it is normal for people to always cook for themselves. "It's okay to ask my sister to bring it back. Your husband doesn't have to run away." Sister-in-law Yao continued to suggest ideas.Put the lid on one side. "You go, we have a solution, we'd better come early tomorrow." Bi Chu said with a smile. Aunt Yao turned and left, and quickly disappeared into the wintersweet forest. The door opened gently, two little heads poked out, and said softly, "Mom, we have finished our homework." Xiaowa ran out, saw a squirrel beside the plum forest, and ran after it.Mei came over to pick up the cattail fan. "No need to fan," Bichu said, "the fire is coming." She felt dizzy for a while, and sat on the bamboo chair. "I'll cook, I will." Mei volunteered.She was wearing a large sweater, and her body was shaking in the clothes.Following Mrs. Yao's example, she wiped her hands on the front of her shirt. "In the future, when you cook, let's go to the street to eat today." Xiaowa ran over and yelled loudly to go to the street, to the street!Mei is also happy.They are happy to hit the streets.Everything on the street is fun, and everything is delicious. "When the pot of water boils, Daddy should be back." At this moment, Bichu could take a rest.But when he saw the vegetable leaves on the ground, he ordered Mei to sweep the floor.Mei picked up the broom, and Xiao Wa quickly picked up the dustpan. There was a burst of crisp laughter and the aroma of wintersweet.It was Tan Taixuan who ran over from the path with a smile, holding a few wintersweets in his arms.He was wearing a half-length wool coat with silver gray and dark red patterns, and a cheongsam was sandwiched inside, especially with only socks on, exposing a section of his calf.Although it is not as good as the usual dress in Beijing, it is also very eye-catching, blushing, and shouted: "Third aunt! I am here." Tantai's family lives in Xiaoshiba near Kunming, and Xuanzi lives in Da Yima The Yan family often comes to Meng's house.After the Battle of Taierzhuang, Master Yan Liangzu had been promoted to army commander, and everything was convenient. Walking slowly behind is Meng Liji-E, also holding a branch of wintersweet in one hand, as if holding a flag.Because of the lack of rooms at home, E did not want to be crowded with his younger siblings, preferring to live on campus.Fu Zhibi agreed with her to have more contact with her classmates, and hoped that she would be more cheerful.She was wearing a navy blue wool coat, cheongsam with long socks, and cloth shoes, which were tightly packed. "There is really no winter here, the weather in the twelfth lunar month, you all wear spring and autumn clothes." Bichu said, "It's just Xuanzi, don't you feel cold like this?" "It can only be said to be cool." Xuanzi put down the flower branch and poured water to drink. "Now there is an epidemic called 'Modern Cold Leg Syndrome'." E said, "Mei, quickly bring the vase!" Mei was still picking up vegetables and leaves in the dustpan, so she stood up and looked at them, and for the sake of the winter plums, she said, "Come here." He bent over, picked up the dustpan and went to the back of the house to empty it.Xiaowa followed her. "I met Daddy in the new school building, but Daddy won't come back for dinner. He and Uncle Zhuang are going to visit someone." E said. "It just so happens that we don't cook tonight, so let's eat rice noodles." Bichu felt much more energetic.Standing up and taking off the apron, he said, "You are pinching flowers again! This is someone else's garden." "There are so many wintersweet trees, I can't finish pinching them." Xuanzi followed Bichu into the house, talking about her aunt's family affairs.E also went into the house and went to find clothes to take to school. Mei picked up an earthen pot under the eaves of the corridor, filled it with water, and put the winter plums in it one by one.Although this earthen jar is simple and simple, many beautiful flowers have been inserted there.The yellow flowers on the branches of wintersweet are so clear and elegant that it attracts people's imagination.The inserted crock is like a small tree, standing on the wooden table. "Mei, you and Xiaowa both wash your hands." Bichu said in the room. Mei pulled Xiaowa over, scooped up water and poured water on his hands. "It's so cold!" Xiaowa took a deep breath, but she didn't dodge at all. After washing, she stood on a low stool and poured water on Mei. Xuanzi came out. "Wipe dry, dry quickly!" She yelled with a smile, "It's hard to have chilblain." Mei hurriedly wiped the baby's hands dry with a towel, and then wiped her own hands. "Many classmates have chilblains, all hands and feet. It's red and swollen, it's ugly!" Xuanzi raised her snow-white hand to examine it. "With hands like yours, I don't know how long it can last." E came out with a cloth bag, and was still checking the clothes in the bag. "For a lifetime, don't you believe it?" E sneered.Bi Chu came out to lock the door, and everyone walked through the plum forest together and left the gate of the ancestral hall. This is a secluded stone road.At that time, the large and small streets in Kunming were paved with stone slabs.The main streets are more neatly paved, and the side streets are more casually paved.Ancestral Hall Street is a medium-sized street, and it can reach the bustling area of ​​the city center to the east, where restaurants and wine shops are complete.To the west is the city gate, and there are several small rice noodle shops on the street.Bi Chuyuan chose a shop near a slope.The slope is very steep, and the green lake is not far down.Everyone calls this shop Steep Slope Rice Noodles. Sitting in it and looking down the slope, there is a sense of inclination. Twilight gradually came around, and the electric lights in the small shop were very dim.There were not many people, and the owner of the store saw someone coming, and greeted loudly: "Your house is here, your house invites the head of the house, please the head of the house." That is to say, in fact, there are only two or three tables, and there is no inside or outside to speak of. .The tables were all covered with a greasy layer, but not too dirty. Bichu wants a bowl of boiled meat and rice noodles, and more soup.And ordered everyone to break an egg in a bowl.E wants a bowl of bean curd powder, that is, vermicelli.The other three people want to pickled bait.Two bowls of free red, that is, no chili. "Yes," the shopkeeper repeated loudly, as if to convey, following the voice, he turned to the front of the stove to operate, and he ordered himself.I saw the small pot in his hand fall up and down, and the flames rose and fell accordingly.There was a row of condiments on the fireside table, and a long-handled spoon was stretched over to quickly prick a bowl and stir it into the pot.It doesn’t take long to cook one pot at a time. It’s a complicated process to boil the meat and rice noodles to bring out the flavor of the meat. The vermicelli came first, a layer of snow-white bean curd was sprinkled with minced green Philippine vegetables, and the bright yellow eggs were set against it.E looked at Bichu, and heard that "you can eat first when you come", so he ignored the others and ate first. "There is a ghost story in the dormitory." Xuanzi said to Bichu, "I don't believe it. You," she took Mei's hand and asked her to plug her ears, "plug your ears." "Then Needless to say," Bi Chu said. "Actually, it's nothing." Xuanzi couldn't stop halfway as she wanted to say something, "it's about the place where the new school building used to be a mass grave—" She saw that Mei and Xiaowa not only didn't block their ears, but listened attentively. Then he shrank, and stepped off the stage by himself, "I'll just say, it's really nothing." "Why don't I know?" E was a little curious. At this time, the owner of the shop brought four bowls of food, and put the two bowls of free red in front of Mei and Xiaowa.The stewed bait cubes are cooked translucently with various seasonings, and the aroma is overflowing, and the rice noodles look much lighter. "Eat first, then talk." Bichu greeted everyone.Xiaowa was hungry, took a mouthful of bait, suddenly pushed the bowl away, and opened her mouth to pant. "What's the matter? What's the matter?" Bi Chu hurriedly asked, seeing him choking, hurriedly "vomit it out!" Mei ran over to beat his back. "Spicy!" Xiaowa choked for a long time before saying a word.Xuanzi knocked on the bowl with chopsticks and said to the shop owner: "It is said to be free of red, why did you put spicy peppers, little baby's house, you can't eat it." He speaks fluent Yunnan dialect. The owner of the store apologized and said with a smile: "There is no chili pepper, there is no display, there is no display. Could it be that the edge of the spoon and the edge of the bowl are touching and sticking together. Change to another bowl." "Thank you, there is no need." Bi Chu said in a northern accent Yunnan vocabulary, "Just put some soup and rush it." So the sauce-red thick juice was washed away.Xiaowa bit the bait that had faded in color, but still found it delicious. "How's the school meal? Are there still stones?" Bi Chu asked. "Not only stones, but also glass shards once." E said, meaning that I suffered much more at school than you did at home. "There are a lot of fresh vegetables, but it's a pity that they are not clean." Xuanzi said, "I brought some pickled vegetables and shredded pork from my aunt's house, and everyone rushed to make a ball." She looked at Bichu and said, "Theirs The cook is very kind, and it is very convenient to do anything." E had already finished eating, so he suddenly patted Mei on the head and said, "I have an English class tonight in the new school building. Will you accompany me?" Mei looked up at her sister, a little flattered, "That's ok, I've finished my homework." The two looked at Bichu again questioningly. "Someone should be with you at night, why don't you come back after class?" Bichu said. "Of course, I won't let Mei go alone—don't worry." When they got out of the small shop, it was already dark.Xuanzi wants to take Bichu home, but Bichu refuses, saying, "I have a baby. Are you going to the mansion? Be careful walking at night—I have to put on long socks tomorrow." Xuanzi, E, and Mei came down the steep slope, and the bluestone slabs shimmered in the night that just fell.On one side of the wall protruded from the branches with lush flowers and leaves.All three felt that the steep slope was mysterious, as if it was about to drop into the ground.A few figures strode past them behind them, one of them carrying a lantern.The light gradually recedes, making the end of the steep slope even more distant. When you reach the foot of the slope, you will find Cuihu Lake after another walk.On both sides of the water, there is a willow embankment in the middle.This is the pride of Kunming people. Hyun-ja goes the other way.Sisters E and Mei stood still and watched her walk away before going up to Liudi.When the wind came over the water, both of them tightened their clothes. "Is it cold?" E put his arms around his sister.This is a rare concern in E.Mei leaned on her sister as an answer.She suddenly asked: "I have never understood why we are not as good as the second aunt's house with the big aunt's house?" It's different. Maybe it's because Daddy thinks he's aloof and doesn't want to be favored by others." Mei was silent, feeling vaguely that Daddy was worthy of respect. "You walk too slowly! Let's run." E was afraid of being late. "I agree!" Mei said.The two squatted down for a while, then ran.They run slowly, but it is enough to make the blood of youth flow more freely.The willow trees on the side of the road recede, and the willow branches are connected together in the darkness, like a curtain.The light from the lake shines through the curtains, nourishing the roads, bridges, pavilions, and these two happy girls. "Come on! Come on!" They passed a few students, who laughed and clapped their hands. "Ignore them." E told.Mei wanted to say thank you, but swallowed it just in time. "Let's hurry up." They ran uphill, turned a corner, and entered the girls' dormitory called South Courtyard. This place used to be a large temple, with a large courtyard surrounded by small courtyards. There were many vacant rooms, which had been abandoned for many years, and the statues of gods had long since disappeared.After Minglun moved here, he lacked a house, so he rented it and repaired it a little, and used it as a dormitory for girls. E Lingmei walked through the front yard, and young heads and figures appeared on the paper windows.Waves of crisp laughter and the sound of reading aloud floated in the yard.They entered a narrow door and came to a rectangular yard. There were two rows of houses on both sides, and each was a large steerage, but they were tidied up quite pleasantly. The two sides were separated by floral curtains, forming a room for four people.Walking into the room of E, there was only one person in the room, who was lying on the desk, seeming to be sobbing. "Wu Jiaxin! What's the matter with you?'" E patted her, busy putting things away and getting books.Wu Jiaxin ignored it. "I'm going to English class, but I'm running out of time," E said, pulling Mei away. "What happened to her?" Mei asked concerned.E said: "I don't know, I don't know anything, you need to know everything.—Run away." They went out of Daximen and went to Fengzhu Street. There was a night market at this time, and vegetables were lined up on both sides of the street, so green that it was hard to believe that it was winter.There are rows of glass jars lined up in several small grocery stores. The largest jar contains pickled vegetables, a specialty of Kunming that all girls love to eat.Large chunks of dried beef, called jerky, rest on underground sacks.There is also the freshly baked dough cake, which is also called "Modern Baba" because of the love of the students.The guy yelled these words with great taste: "Mo-den-ba-ba-ah." The glutinous rice porridge picker on the other side of the street also shouted: "Nuo-mi-porridge-" , the tune is "1-3-2-6", and the two sides seem to be singing in harmony.Shops, stalls, and picks are lit with various lights, including lanterns, calcium carbide lamps, and oil lamps. The dim light blends the bustling street into a hazy and illusory state. People are bustling and confused, like a dream that cannot be remembered clearly.E and Mei had no choice but to slow down.Fortunately, the street is not long, so we pass through it in a while, and then there is a particularly dark street, with Emei as company, mainly because of this section, which makes people think of mass graves here.Then cross the road outside the city and you will reach the gate of the new school building.There is a straight road inside the gate, and there are rows of houses on both sides, which can't be seen clearly in the dark, but it feels very neat.Most of the young people coming and going on the road are running fast, not knowing what to do. Ela took Mei into a classroom, and there were already about ten students.The lights here are not bright, electric lamps are similar to oil lamps.E signaled Mei to sit in the back, and he sat with his classmates.As soon as I sat down, Mr. Xia, the American teacher who taught the class, came in. Xia Zhengsi is an expert on Shakespeare, has a deep study of English poetry, and loves Chinese culture.I have been in Minglun for more than ten years.Minglun moved south, and many people advised him to go back to the United States, but he refused, and resolutely followed the school to Kunming via Changsha, where he was also assigned a small room under the stage and settled down.Originally, he only taught literature classes. This class of sophomore English was a public foreign language class. Since there was no one to teach it, he took it on.Every time in addition to the text, I also read one or two poems, and the students were very interested. Everyone sat on a wooden chair with an armrest, and Mr. Xia was the same. He was tall, and the chair creaked when he sat down. "Who is this?" Mr. Xia saw her. "You can sit in the front." It was E who should have answered at this time, but she didn't speak.Mei didn't know what to do, and was secretly angry.Fortunately, Mr. Xia didn't pursue it and started class. The text was printed in ink on very rough paper, and it was an essay "On Learning" by Bacon, one copy per person.Mr. Xia motioned for the classmates sitting in front to pass to Mei. Mei stood up and said thank you. Several people turned to look at her. She was a little embarrassed and regretted accompanying her sister. All classes are in English. There is a famous saying in "On Learning": "Natural intelligence is like a natural plant, which needs to be cultivated, that is learning." Xia Zhengsi suddenly thought of the plants in Kunming from the word "plant", saying that the plants in Kunming do not seem to need special cultivation, because the natural conditions Such as climate, moisture, etc. are very suitable for the growth of plants.Once he soaked his clothes for a few days without washing, and a big mushroom grew on his clothes. "It can be seen that I am lazy and dirty." Mr. Xia came to this conclusion, and everyone laughed. Mei didn't know what everyone was laughing at, so she sat by herself, thinking of ways to pass the time.She looked at everyone's heads, and most of the girls had short hair, reaching below the ears, not very short.Some of them wore braids, parted in the middle, and two braids hanging down their chests. From the back, they seemed to have very little hair, which was pitiful.Most boys' hair is disheveled, like a weed. No matter how hard this weed is pressed, it still grows tenaciously.A few people's hair has been combed carefully, so that it is smooth and smooth.She looked around and found a person she recognized. This person was Zhang Xinlei with a piece of greasy hair. "It turns out that he has also come to Kunming, but he has never heard of it from my sister." Mei thought, "It would be great if I could bring ice cream from Hong Kong." After a while, Mr. Xia began to speak poetry.Today's selection is "We Are Seven" by Wordsworth.The poem describes a child who had seven brothers and sisters, two dead and lying in a churchyard.But he stubbornly believes that "we are seven".Mei only understood this line, but the smooth musicality of the whole poem and the ups and downs of the rhythm made her sit up straight and listen attentively. "Tap-tap, tap-tap, tap-tap-tap." Mr. Xia beat the time, shaking his head. After a long, long time, Mei still remembered the lesson that did not belong to her under the dim light. After class was over, E stood at the door of the classroom waiting for Mei, but Zhang Xinlei walked up to Mei. "Meng Lingji! You have grown much taller. Do you still recognize me?" "Of course I do, but you haven't grown taller." "I haven't grown taller, but I'm much older." They were walking on the right road of the new school building, and a big pale yellow moon rose from behind the distant mountains. "I take too many lectures, so I need to make up more credits." Zhang Xinlei seemed to have nothing to say, "Finally registered." "We all thought you would not come to Kunming." E said socially. Several female students came up from behind laughing, and one shouted, "Meng, you are walking so slowly!" The other said, "There is another Meng here." She patted Mei on the shoulder.E didn't answer, Mei didn't know what to say, and watched these people walk away. Pointing to a fork in the road, Ni Xinlei said, "Passing through here is my dormitory. The house is like a wrecked boat. Living in it, I feel quite heroic." "Brave? Do you want to sacrifice?" E said coldly. "Not enough, not enough. ——Actually, this kind of life is also very interesting. I made a paper wall for my bed, and it will break if you poke it." "We all use curtains, cloth curtains." "We also use cloth to make For walls, many people use paper.” Walking to the school gate, Er asked Ni Xinlei to go back, and he asked if he could give him a ride?E did not comment.At this time, there were few pedestrians on the street, and the three of them quickened their pace unconsciously.Walking to the gate of the South Courtyard, E suddenly said to Mei: "Can Ni Xinlei take you back? I'm not going back." This is another betrayal by my sister!Mei was very angry and protested loudly: "You agreed to go home together, you promised mother." "I'll go and see Wu Jiaxin." By the way, Wu Jiaxin didn't know if she was still crying or not.Mei stopped talking, paused for a while, and said, "That's whatever you want." E also thought about it for a while, and suddenly realized that it was Ni Xinlei who should go to see Jiaxin, and he was his cousin, so he said, "Why don't you go and see her? I often cry, and I have become a crying star." "Let's talk about it tomorrow. I still have homework. Ladies and gentlemen of the Meng family, I hope to meet you tomorrow." Ni Xinlei bent slightly, turned and left.He may be afraid that he will come up with a new idea. The two sisters stopped going to Cuihu Lake, and walked along Wenlin Street, going downhill and uphill, and soon arrived at the wintersweet forest.In the wintersweet forest, there is a faint fragrance surrounded by a winding path. "Why is Sister Wu crying?" Mei couldn't help asking. "She is alone in Kunming, and she misses home." After a pause, E suddenly said: "It's also because she likes someone. I don't know who this person is yet. ——It's hard to like someone. You say yes ?" "How could it be?" Mei didn't understand what her sister said, and she didn't want to study this topic.She is very happy.Jumping to touch the wintersweet branch.She knew that Merlin had their dear home everywhere. second quarter The sun rose slowly from the east of the new school building, and the red morning glow awakened another day of self-improvement.The new school building seemed blurred at night, and seemed to have no fixed lines. At this time, the outline gradually became clear, and rows of houses with slabs and earthen walls and iron roofs were neatly arranged.Most of the plants at the foot of the wall grew by themselves, so that the earthen wall would not be too ragged.The lead roof is touched by the sun, and the parts with less dirt are shining brightly.The students were proud of it, declaring "this is our 'Golden Temple'"! The Golden Palace is a copper-cast building in the eastern suburbs of Kunming. It looks like a pavilion and can reflect sunlight several miles away.The light of the new school building is more than a few miles away. The physical education teacher ran out from between the rows of dormitories, followed by a few students.The school hopes that students will get up early to run and do morning exercises, but there are very few responders.Young people go to bed late and regard early rising as a great torment.Generally, they can barely cope for a few days and then stop attending. "One-two-three-four!" The physical education teacher yelled the password, "One-two-three-four!" The running team responded in unison.There are not many people, but the voice is very loud. The students came out of the dormitory one after another, some took washbasins and washed their faces by the well, and some simply took off their shirts and rinsed them with cold water.Some held books and looked proudly at the running team.There are also people who stand and look at the sky, maybe they are thinking about the fate of the nation, or maybe they are studying how to use their youth. The sun cast a shadow across the houses, and the classroom doors were open.After a while, the library door also opened.The library is the only brick and wood building in the school building. At some point, Meng Fuzhi was already in the library.He was wearing an old blue shirt with a thin silk cotton gown inside, and he had a small blue flower bundle in his hand.It was his new habit after he entered Yunnan to use a bag to pack books.Every time he came to the new school building, he would visit the library.This library is really different from Minglun's library.Bookshelves lined the exposed brick walls, all unpainted, with scars on the wood that looked like staring eyes.Newspapers and magazines are neatly placed on the bookshelf, including "Central Daily", "Yunnan Daily", "Sweeping Daily", "Life Guide" and so on.There are also publications such as "Today's Review", "Philosophical Review", "New Trends", "Chinese Monthly", "Weekly Review", "Thoughts and Times", "Journal of Yunnan University", "Journal of Yanjing Academic". "Mr. Meng, it's so early." The staff in front of the cashier greeted.He is wiping the dust-free tables and chairs.Compared with Beiping, Kunming has much less dust.Books, which are the main content of the library, are even more disproportionate.Inside the cashier's desk, there are more than a dozen rows of bookcases densely packed, and some books are piled up against the wall, shipped from Changsha.It took more than a year to arrive and it has not been opened yet. Fu Zhi nodded and picked up a newspaper casually.There was an article in the newspaper analyzing the air raids, saying that although there were no major casualties in the air raids in the past few months, they brought great inconvenience to people’s lives, and there were also cases of theft during the alert period.Airstrikes will be more frequent and more intense in the new year.At this time, the number of students gradually increased, and a small team formed in front of the cashier desk.When the students saw Fuzhi, some greeted him respectfully, some quickly avoided him, and some ignored him.Fuzhi looked amiable, and when he sat there, the whole room had a kind of solemn atmosphere. Someone outside the door was talking loudly about the topic of tomorrow night's current affairs seminar, obviously an active member of the club.Fuzhi heard one say: "Wang Jingwei left Vietnam last month, I don't know what to think." The other said: "Afraid of the Japanese, betraying the country and seeking glory!" The statement should also be clarified so that it is easy to refute.Several people said to see what Mr. Zhuang said. Fu Zhi felt a little emotional.Zhuang Youchen once talked about discussing current affairs.Youchen, who only knows the microcosm but not the macrocosm, has done a transshipment business in Tianjin since the Anti-Japanese War, and has become more concerned about the outside world.When he walked out, a student smiled at him and said, "Mr. Meng has a class? Mr. Zhuang analyzes the battle situation for us every two weeks. It's very interesting." "Okay." Fuzhi said, "How many times have you talked about it?" "Twice." The student replied, he suddenly pointed to the distance and said loudly, advance warning! Everyone looked in the direction of Wuhua Mountain, and a red ball really rose from the flagpole on the top of the mountain.If it wasn't for the warning, the red ball would look nice under the blue sky and white clouds. "It's so early today!" several people said. "I'm going to class." Fuzhi nodded to everyone.The school practice is to go to class as usual when there is an advance warning siren, and evacuate when the air raid siren sounds.Sometimes the interval between advance warning and air raid warning is only twenty minutes, sometimes it takes one or two hours, and sometimes there is advance warning but no air raid. If no measures are taken for advance warning, time will not be wasted. Fuzhi entered the classroom, stood in front of the teaching desk, slowly untied the burden, and took out the lecture notes on the general history of China.In this semester, Fuzhi opened two courses and continued to teach general history, adding Song history. The shrill siren sounded.Air Raid Alert! "The connection is so tight today!" someone whispered. The siren sounded from low to high, and then lowered from high, as if the strength was not enough, and after a short pause, it went from low to high again.Fuzhi raised his arm to indicate that he would not be in class, and slowly put away the handouts and wrapped up the blue cloth.The students walked out one after another.People panicked when there was an alarm at first, and someone actually ran and became a veritable running alarm.Afterwards, I got used to it and became leisurely, as if going for a walk in the suburbs. A student walked to the desk and whispered, "Uncle Third." Fuzhi looked up and saw that it was Bichu's nephew Yan Yingshu.He is of medium build, with broad shoulders and a stocky appearance.I was admitted to the history department last year, and my studies were pretty good.Knowing that it is inconvenient to recognize relatives in public, he usually does not say hello to and from get out of class, and the address at this time is also vague. "Is there a problem?" Fuzhi asked kindly. "This Sunday is my mother's birthday," he said of his mother, referring to Su Chu instead of his birth mother, Hezhu. "Father has a message to send over, can you come?" "Xuanzi said yesterday." "There is a car to pick up the whole family, I'm afraid they won't be able to walk." "This way! It's closer than running the alarm There are too many. Don’t answer. We will come.” Fu Zhi said and walked out of the classroom door. "Which way are you going?" Ying Shu seemed to be accompanying her. "I'm going home, you go to the back mountain, you'd better be careful." Fuzhi himself didn't seem to need to be careful.Yingshu bowed and walked back up the mountain. Fuzhi and the crowd went against each other, and tried to stay aside. "Fuzhi, are you going back?" Hearing the greeting suddenly, seeing Zhuang Youchen walking hurriedly among the crowd, he stood up and said, "You are walking fast, you must not be running for the alarm." "Of course not." Youchen was wearing a dark overcoat, holding a cane, his eyes were still so innocent and clear, but his face had many wrinkles, probably there were many current affairs reports in the wrinkles.He pointed to the laboratory behind several rows of houses, "the old place." I don't know that every time there is an alarm, Lu Chen will go to the laboratory to guard, fearing that the electrical appliances will catch fire or the equipment will be stolen.He felt that thinking about the laboratory was more uncomfortable than being afraid of the alarm. He might as well be guarding the laboratory. When the bomb came, he knew how it fell.Principal Qin and his friends warned him several times, but he ignored it.卣辰也知道，有警报时，弗之的习惯是回家坐在腊梅林里。有些文章便是那时构思的。 “我还有个防空洞，紧急警报来了可以钻进去。”“我有铁皮屋顶呀。”两人笑笑，各奔前程。 市民们从挂红球开始，便陆续疏散，这时街上已没有多少人，空荡荡的好像是等人占领让人看了心酸。弗之走到祠堂街，见一个少女扶持着一个老妇还夹着个大包袱，气喘吁吁走向东门。少女埋怨说：“我说么，东西不消拿得！费功夫！”“不消拿得！炸不死也饿死咯。”老妇回答。走过弗之面前，一个小包从大包袱里掉出来。是那种云南人常用的傣族刺绣包，总是装细软物件的。弗之见她们只顾快走，便拾起来追了几步递过去。老少二人各用混浊的和清明的眼睛望着他。“好人哟，好人哟。”老妇喃喃自语，费力地走了。 弗之进了腊梅林，缓步而行，欣赏着阵阵幽香，走到门前，见门上挂着锁，知碧初等已往防空洞去了，遂也往城墙走来。 城墙在这一段很高，如同一个小悬崖。崖下原有一小洞，为狸牲出没之所。附近两家邻居和申大爷商议，邀了弗之参加，修了这个防空洞。实际上面都是浮土，很不结实，峨和玹子都说它能防手榴弹。不过躲在其中有一种精神安慰，也不细考究能防什么弹了。此时弗之走到近处，见杂草中城墙有好几处裂缝，心想以后还该让妻儿到郊外去，便是邻居也最好不用这个洞。 汽笛猛然尖锐地响起来，一声紧接一声，声音凄厉，紧急警报！五华山的红球取下了，怕给敌机作目标。 弗之走进洞去。他只是想和妻儿在一起。离洞口几步处有一个木栅栏，栏内黑压压的坐着许多人。逃、躲、藏！这就是我们能做的么！ “爹爹！爹爹来了！”清脆稚嫩的声音划破了黑暗。 “莫吵嘛，莫吵。”杂货店罗老板轻声不满地说，意思是怕敌机听见。碧初和三个孩子挤得紧紧的，给弗之腾出地方。这洞很窄，靠两边墙壁用砖搭了座位，人们便促膝挨肩而坐。弗之挤过去，挨着嵋坐下了，另一边是罗老板。“孟先生。”罗老板还是小声说，“你家说，今天飞机可会来？”“已经拉了紧急警报，照说敌机已经到昆明上空了。”弗之说。众人都不说话，注意倾听飞机声音。黑黢黢的洞里一点声息皆无。 半晌，小娃忍不住了，小声在嵋耳边说：“讲个故事吧。”“莫要响，莫要响！”罗老板干涉。这时忽然一声猫叫，“喵——喵。”声音很好听。原来昆明老鼠猖狂，猫很珍贵，老板娘把猫也装在篮子里带来。另一家邻居的孩子学着说：“莫要响，莫要响。”猫不愿呆在篮子里，更大声叫起来。罗老板喝道：“不听说！等着掐死你！”就在猫叫人呼中，远处传来“轰隆、轰隆”的沉重的声音，大家，连那只猫忽然都静了下来。敌机来了。 刚刚倾听飞机的声音，现在得注意炸弹的声音了，下一秒钟这一群人不知还在不在人世。飞机响了一阵，声音渐远。“喵——”猫儿又大叫起来。众人都舒了一口气，想着今天不会扔炸弹了。 忽然飞机声又响起来，愈来愈近，似乎来到头顶上了。真像猫玩老鼠样呵。让老鼠松一口气，再把它捺到瓜子底下！猫儿配合飞机，又大声叫了，声音不那么好听了，有点像紧急警报。另一家邻居说：“咋个整？你这只猫！”这时峨忽然在角落里说：“让它叫。敌人又不会土遁，能在洞口守着？飞机远着呢。”“过了一阵，飞机声又愈来愈轻，终于消失了。 约又过顿饭时刻，解除警报响了。一声声拉得很长，没有高低。 “解除了！解除了！”大家愣了几秒钟才纷纷站起。罗老板大声说着顺口溜：“预行警报穿衣戴帽；空袭警报又哭又叫；紧急警报阎王挂号；解除警报哈哈大笑。”“哈哈大笑啰！哈哈大笑啰！”别人应和着向外走。 他们出了防空洞，见天空还是那样蓝，云彩还是那样飘逸，腊梅还是那样馥郁。 后来得知，敌机那天的目标不是昆明，只是路过。 这个星期天是严亮祖军长夫人吕素初四十五岁寿辰。因吕家三姊妹都在昆明，正好聚一聚。嵋和小娃很高兴，他们很久没有给带出去作客了。碧初则很发愁，因为想不出怎样安排衣服。最缺衣服的是嵋，她长得太快。大半年的时间，原来的衣服都穿不得了。天天穿着峨的一件旧外衣上学，几个刻薄同学见了她就相互拉着长声学街上的叫声：“有旧衣烂衫找来卖！”嵋不介意，回家也不说。但是碧初知道无论如何不能穿这外衣去严家作客。 没有讲究的纱衣裙了，没有赵妈赶前赶后帮着钉扣子什么的了，没有硬木流云镜台上的椭圆形大镜子了。碧初只能在心里翻来覆去想办法。自己和峨的衣服都不合用，算计了几天，忽然看中一条压脚的毯子。那上面有一点浅粉浅蓝的小花，很是娇艳。暗想：这毯子做件外衣倒不俗。可谁也没有本事把它变成外衣。碧初对弗之抱怨自己没本事。弗之笑道：“我看那旧外衣就不错。要不然把这毯子披了去，算得上最新款式。”碧初低头半晌说；“也许那天不冷了，不用穿外套——唉，这究竟是小事情。” 到了素初寿辰这天上午，天公不作美，天气阴沉。碧初已经不再想外衣的事，忽然来了一位救兵，是钱明经太太郑惠枌。她常到孟家串门。这天来时提了一包衣物。说她的姐姐惠杬托人带来两件外衣，其中一件太小，正好给嵋穿。“你知道我们今天要到严家去？”碧初问。“不知道。现在去么？”“下午去，你快坐下。今天是我大姐的生日，我正愁嵋没有合适的衣服呢。”那外衣的花样是深蓝、品蓝、浅蓝三种颜色交错的小格子，领子上一个大白扣子。马上叫了嵋来，一穿，正合适。 “这就叫有福人不用忙。”惠枌说，轻轻叹息。 碧初见她似有心事，因问怎么了。惠枌欲言又止。碧初笑说：“你还有什么瞒我的？惠杬不在昆明，有什么事说说心里轻松些。”惠枌说：“人家看我很闲在，我可有点烦了，也许该找个事做。”碧初高兴地说：“我看你该做事。若不是这一家子人，我也要出去做事。”“你不同了，你的生活满满的，要溢出来了。我的日子——你们要出门，改天再说吧。”碧初目送她穿过腊梅林，心想她该有个孩子。不过这年月，只怕难得养活。