Chapter 16 Chapter Five (3)

This morning, the Meng family was in a festive atmosphere for the victory of intercepting the Japanese plane and the birth of a little life. The New Year's Day in 1942 came, and the Spring Festival came.Bombing has decreased dramatically for several months.No need to run the alarm, which is a rare thing, and the war seems to have receded for a while.The Meng and Li families, as well as the single faculty members of the Liberal Arts Institute, celebrated the festival together.They are covered with pine branches on the ground, which is soft to step on.The smell of pine trees filled the house.Someone brought red paper, and Mei and Zhiwei glued together many small lanterns and hung them on the wall in random places.There were not enough candles, only a few were lit, and the room changed drastically.The candlelight flickered, and the green of the pine branches reflected, making the shabby room look like a beautiful dream.This is a special festival full of hope for everyone during their stay in Eastern Tibet.

Spring is here. Because of the unclear seasons in Kunming, there are always flowers. It is not as lively as the spring in the north. Instead, it comes quietly in a sense of "smiling and beautiful, looking forward to the beautiful eyes".On Baotai Mountain, patches of colorful wild flowers bloom one after another, like pieces of tapestry wrapping the hillside.On the playground outside the wall of the Liberal Arts Research Institute, there was going to be a labor performance. The news made the villagers in this area very excited. The army sent people to set up the stage. It took two days. Mei and Xiaowa went to watch it every day. , Seeing the stage gradually take shape, the two children have a solid feeling of success. This is building something, not destroying something.Before the Anti-Japanese War, Mei had seen several performances, but Xiaowa had never seen it once. He kept asking, were there real people walking on stage?Knowing that the show was "The Meeting of Heroes", Bichu told them the story of "The Meeting of Heroes".They have seen it all, Zhuge Liang and Zhou Yu are all acquaintances.On the day of the performance, Xiaowa asked several times why it was still dark.It finally got dark, and a few gas lamps were fully inflated, and hung in front of the stage, shining brightly.I don't know where the bright moonlight has moved.The soldiers were in uniform, and the villagers, all dressed in their best clothes, sat down early and waited for the theatre.The Meng family is not prepared to go out as a guest before, as long as they dress warmly enough.There is a section of the venue dedicated to the university, and for the first time in recent years, everyone can easily come together.

The curtain was sewn with several pieces of army blankets, and it was not hung properly. When the gong sounded, it was pulled open smoothly.I don't know what kind of theater troupe it is, and it is quite expressive in singing, reciting and playing.Zhuge Liang came out, Jiang Gan, Huang Gai came out, Zhou Yu came out, Sheng, Jing, Ugly, Xiaosheng, all kinds of timbres, and brightly colored costumes formed an imaginary world in history.Apart from watching the show, the people in the audience have different things on their minds. Ling Xueyan didn't want to come because she was afraid of seeing the stage.Her father, who loves drama, has not left the drama industry even though he is a traitor.Since the whole village, including Mi's couple, was so happy, she came too.The singing on the stage reminded her of the gatherings of fanciers at home in Peking. It was so clear and tactful, but life was like a basin of muddy water, covering everyone with bloodstains and mud.How are the parents now?He must have aged a lot, is father still so absent-minded?Does mother still care about everything like that?How empty that comfortable home must be.The play on the stage was very lively, but Xueyan kept wiping away her tears. Wei Feng felt it and asked if she didn't want to watch it. She sat at Uncle Wu's house for a while, and Xueyan shook her head.

Mrs. Mi thought of her life as an actress. She played supporting roles in various famous plays. Once, Wagner's opera "The Ring of the Nibelungen" was staged in Hamburg for four consecutive nights.She played the fairy guarding the Rhinegold and also participated in a few choruses.It was the pinnacle of her acting career, and she will never forget it. It's a pity that David didn't see her in fairy makeup.She held Old Man Mi's hand, and both of them felt the strength of the other's hand, and felt comforted by the unfamiliar colors and sounds.They all love German culture and think it is their own, but someone forcibly tore it apart.As she thought about it, she felt a pain in her heart and head. Gradually, the pain concentrated in her lower abdomen, and she really felt like she was tearing something apart.Mr. Mi squeezed her hand and asked what was wrong.She pointed to her belly, cold sweat dripped from her head, and she couldn't sit still.Xueyan also found out, and called Bichu to help her go to Meng's house together. As soon as she entered the courtyard, a stream of blood flowed from Baofei's legs, and she had a miscarriage.

Bi Chu hurriedly let her lie on E's bed, found some old clothes and put them together with cotton and toilet paper. There was a blood clot in the changed clothes and pants, which was a small life.Bichu whispered: "If the bleeding doesn't stop, there is great danger, what should I do!" Xueyan reminded: "The medicine that Aunt Wu usually takes—" "No! I still have Yunnan Baiyao here." Find the medicine bottle, adjust the powder, and let Baofei take it immediately.The two cooked rice soup and hot water, and helped clean up.Mr. Mee held her hand and read hymns in Yiddish.Fuzhi, Wei Feng and others were also outside the door, discussing how to borrow a horse from Zhao Er's house to invite a doctor. The nearest doctor was twenty miles away. Wei Feng said, "It's not too late. I'll go right away." He rushed over and said loudly, "I'm sick. It's a god who wants to sacrifice. I'll take care of it." Fu Zhi hurriedly persuaded: "They have different religious beliefs, so don't make mistakes." Mrs. Li said dissatisfiedly: "I want to save People!" Muttering words in his mouth, he walked up and down in the courtyard.

I don't know whether Mrs. Li's magic is boundless or Yunnan Baiyao is effective. Baofei's bleeding gradually decreased, and he slowly opened his eyes. He took a herbal doctor, and when he learned that Mrs. Mi's condition was improving, he sent the doctor away. Mrs. Li spun left and right under the moonlight and danced for a while. She was very satisfied when she heard that the patient was getting better. She stood in front of Wei Feng and said with a smile: "It's really the two of you who should have a happy event. Why is there no movement yet?" Wei Feng didn't know what to do. I had no choice but to say: "Thank you, Mrs. Li, for your concern." Mrs. Li commented, "Life and death are two sides of the same rag. God takes this rag and tosses it around, but people's lives are good or bad." Here we come.” Then he asked Fuzhi: “Mr. Meng said so?” Fuzhi said, “Mrs.

At this time, there was a sound of gongs and drums, and she stepped on the drums and left. Seeing that Baofei looked calm, Old Man Mi put her hands in the quilt, tucked the quilt up, and picked up the bloody lump to bury it.Wei Feng got a shovel and a dustpan and walked out of the courtyard with him.The performance was reaching its climax, and Zhou Yu asked Zhuge Liang to issue a military order to borrow the east wind.Xiaosheng's singing voice is loud and clear, and Laosheng's voice is high-pitched, which spread far and wide in the mountains and fields.They walked to the other side of the mountain.There is a small forest where the trees are dense and the grass grows.Seeing someone approaching, the night bird fluttered away in fright.Elder Mi chose a place, leaning against a stone, and dug a small hole. He put the blood bag in, covered it with soil, and patted it lightly with a shovel. His flesh and blood were buried here. Formed biological son.He didn't know if he would have any heirs, and he made the sign of the cross repeatedly, tears dripping on his fingers, which turned into sparkling ice marks under the cold moonlight.

That night everyone got together and spent the night.When Mei and Xiaowa came back from watching the play, they didn't know what had happened, but were happy that there were so many guests at home.The little baby was elated, and rolled over on the bed, which was just learned.Mei kept silent, as if full of thoughts, and gave up the bed to Old Man Mi, and went to sleep on the stool in Bichu's room.Wei Feng and Xueyan sat on the kitchen steps, sharing an old blanket, as if they were back on the road of trekking in Shanxi, barren villages and wild shops, skinny horses and broken carts.When I think about it later, I find it very memorable. The most important thing is that the two of them are together. They are complete, fulfilling, and rich. This is especially the feeling of Xueyan.Wei Feng whispered Mrs. Li's words in Xueyan's ear.Xueyan called out first, "You are bad!" She slapped Wei Feng lightly on the hand, and then said: "If you have it, how can you keep it alive!" Such parents can win the War of Resistance, how can they not support their children!" Xueyan remained silent for a long time.From the moon to the middle of the sky, the shadow of the tree is photographed into an ink painting, and the coolness is getting heavier.The two got closer, "I often feel that life is very thin, and I don't know when it will end. It seems that there should be a continuation." Xueyan said, shivering.Wei Feng hugged her tightly and said, "You're too tired today, go to sleep, go to sleep." But she didn't feel sleepy at all.

Over the years, Wei Feng has gone through a lot of changes, and she has become indifferent to many things.Today, the blood of life has given him an unexpected shock. His life is often in contradictions, and he feels more and more that the cause he believes in is not cute.It needs to be ripped, it needs to be cast, it needs a hard heart, and that's what he lacks.He is dissatisfied with life in Yan'an, and even more disappointed with life in Kunming. His greatest comfort is his lovely wife, but this is not enough for a man.Maybe, maybe he should have a son. He covered Xueyan tightly with a blanket, and looked at the bright moon for a long time.

Early the next morning, Wei Feng found two villagers and used bamboo chairs to carry Baofei back to Luoyanpo.When Wei Feng and Xueyan walked past the splashing waterfall, they both felt that although the waterfall was small, it was somewhat majestic.They didn't say anything, just looked at each other, and then read what was in each other's mind. The story of the Jewish woman's miscarriage spread in the village.Women are amazed that they too can have children, God bless!The kind neighbor also sent a pack of herbal medicine to prevent miscarriage.Old Man Mi thanked him again and again, spread his hands, and said with a wry smile, "It's just that the fetus is gone."

"There will be more, our country is good!" This is the answer of a village woman. Baofei lay down for more than ten days and gradually recovered.One day, several foreigners came to the city. They prayed together, and the sound of chanting was heard in the room. The tone was very desolate. It was a psalm in the Hebrew Bible.They used to sing "Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked, who does not stand in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of scoffers, but who delights in the law of my Lord, and meditates on it day and night. He will be like a tree planted By streams of water, it bears fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. Whatever he does prospers. The wicked are not such oceans, but are like chaff blown away by the wind. Therefore the wicked will not stand in judgment. So also are sinners in the congregation of the righteous. For my Lord knows the way of the righteous. But the way of the wicked perishes." This is their belief, the belief of the good for thousands of years. Liu, who was frightened by Baofei's disease, has been drooping her tail, and now she is slowly recovering.It walked up and down with the guests, often stretched out its front feet, and sometimes acted like a human being. Some guests didn't like it, so they were shut out of the door.It still pricked up its ears to listen carefully to the movement inside.Baofei also baked a big cake and sent it to Meng's family as a thank you.They said that it was really disturbing that day, but fortunately Mrs. Meng has experience.Not only knowledgeable people are good here, the villagers also give them great comfort.People in the village gradually learned about the life experience of the Jewish couple.So there are stories of the suffering of the Jews in the small villages in Yunnan. Stories of the Misery of the Wandering Jews Everyone has their own hometown.There is always a piece of land that people can cling to in their hometown.People say that leaving one's hometown and well, that is to say, leaving one's own land and drinking well water, is a great disaster and pain.You are wandering, hiding here and there, but you have a place of origin, a piece of land and a well on the land, and you have a purpose, and you want to go back to your hometown! For us Jews, there is no origin.There is not an inch of land in the world where you can place your thoughts.We were sentenced to death by the country we identified, and we were rejected everywhere. The land is vast and the sky is high, where is the country?Where is home? I am the son of a wealthy businessman, well educated.Worked in several German embassies abroad.I served as a consul in Qingdao for three years, and I will never forget my last days as a normal person. When I was recalled back to China in 1933, Baoyin and I—my first wife, our childhood sweetheart, and our original spouse who grew up together—were very happy.We are happy to go home, it is our dear hometown.Unexpectedly, in my beloved hometown, what awaits me is a prison!They arrested and released me, released and arrested me, without a single trial.More and more hatred filled the streets and alleys.Once, when Bao Yin went to buy bread, the owner of the bakery pushed her out of the door, closed the door, and locked it.We dare not speak when we see people.There was already violence at that time, so they had to try to flee.Stayed in Spain and Italy for several years.Relatives in Latin America suggested that we live there.The visas we got were fake, and we were not allowed to enter the country after arriving.We thought of other Latin American countries, and none of them were willing to accept it. May no one in the world go through what we have gone through.All doors are closed to us.We seem to be hanging upside down in the air.I remember that Chinese characters once used upside down to describe the suffering of ordinary people.But what are we guilty of!Baoyin got sick on the road, and now she was angry and desperate, and her condition took a turn for the worse——I still don’t know what her illness is.When we were desperate, we learned that Shanghai, China does not require a visa to go to China. This is the lifeline for many Jews.But Baoyin didn't wait for this day.She died on deck.Before she died, the last words she struggled to say were "go to China". The crew threw her into the sea and I don't have any right to speak.She slept under the splashing waves.Had my religion not governed me, I would have almost thrown myself into the sea with her. I went back to Europe, and no country was willing to oppose Hitler and accept Jews.After finally being allowed to stay in Italy for two days, I got a boat ticket to Shanghai. Go to China! This visit to China is quite different from the previous visit.The country I represented now considers me a criminal.I had no choice but to escape, to China. Relatively speaking, life on board is peaceful.I get a break for a while.Seeing the boundless sky and the boundless sea every day, the weight on my body seemed to be transferred to the sky and the sea.Thank you Lord for giving me these two weeks of rest.At least there is no need to run around, everything is normal, and there will be food to eat then.I almost wish to be adrift at sea forever.In addition to rest, there is hope, the hope of living. But some people, after suffering, suddenly calm down and break their nerves into hysterics, not only women, but also men.They cry, they cry, they run on the deck, sometimes causing many people to cry loudly, and the crying is shaking the sky and the earth.Hope you never hear it!In this great grief, all I can do is pray. One of us was a thin, slender woman in her thirties, with half of her front hair always hanging down to cover half of her forehead.It was only later that I realized that it was a blood-red knife mark to cover up the scar. As you can guess, she is my current wife. She didn't cry, she didn't cry, she always sat silently on the deck and looked at the sea. People soon learned about each other's life experience.She lost her husband during the night of the Holocaust arrests and purges.She threw herself on her husband's body, and the executioners gave her another knife, slashing her forehead, and blood flowed all over her body.But she didn't die, and the bloody appearance made the murderers think that there was no need for another knife.She fled with her son, and everything was for him.At a chaotic station, her son was trampled to death by the crowd.He was only five years old, and he didn't even have time to call out to his mother. She almost lost the will to escape, what's the point of living?She just sat there in the dirty corridor of the hotel, motionless.People told her how rare the tickets she had were to get to a place where they Jews could live.Several compatriots who had never met before put her on the boat.She was still sitting dumbfounded, on the deck. I often lean on the railing and look at the sea, and I also look at her.She was like a statue of Jewish misery.The sea breeze blew her hair, and the bright red scars flickered in and out of her hair.I looked at her for a long time, then slowly approached her and said, "Please cry." She ignores me. I sat beside her and said softly, "You see how old I am--our nation lives--my daughter--" Two days later, she suddenly fell on my shoulder and began to sob. He is so old, his walk is a bit crooked, but his waist is not bent, his back is straight, he can always correct his direction in time, and he still looks very energetic.I have been drinking only water for a few days.He brought soup, and I could feel the taste of soup.He brought the rice and watched me eat it slowly, a smile flashed across his wrinkled face.Jews have the right to laugh too! We walked around the deck, supporting each other.Not much to say.We made a pact in silence, we will live!For his wife, for my husband and children, for thousands of our compatriots, let those executioners see that the Jews cannot be killed. We have to live! When the ship passed the Suez Canal, Egyptian Jews came to the ship to condolences.The wanderings of our ancestors began here.We have wandered for thousands of years, leaving traces everywhere, and we will not be wiped out. Our fellow citizens in Egypt come aboard and we pray together.They give some small things, flashlights, lighters and the like.I got a handkerchief with Egyptian pyramids on it. Where is our pyramid? Every time the ship arrived at the port, everyone was afraid that anti-Semitic elements would come up to make trouble.He and I always stood together, holding hands.He said softly, "Don't be afraid, my daughter." The ship is getting closer to Shanghai day by day.He described China to me.I know that China has a large land, a long history, and a large population.The Chinese are engaged in a great war to defend their homeland.We are like sparrows half-frozen in the cold wind, finally finding a place to roost. A representative of the Shanghai Jewish Relief Committee said in a speech welcoming refugees to Shanghai: "Welcome to Shanghai. From now on, you are no longer Germans, Austrians, Czechs, and Romanians. From now on, you are just Jews." , Jews all over the world have prepared homes for you." From now on we are nothing but Jews.I felt like I was stripped naked and hanging from a branch. — After all, there is still this tree that can be relied on. We lived in separate houses for singles and often met at the synagogue. He knew the languages ​​of many countries.The business department of the Shanghai Concession sometimes asked him to do some translation work.One day, an oil company invited him to go to the rear of China, where he could have odd jobs anytime.The next day, he came to my place with a flower.He said he had been thinking about it for days and nights, for months.He will be very worried if we separate.The results of all considerations are concentrated into one sentence: "Would you like to go with me?" Of course not being a daughter. Our ages are very different, but there is no gap in our hearts.My face may be ghostly, but he always looks at me with admiration.It seemed that my ex-husband was also watching me through this gaze. I, Baofei Xie Ann, would like to marry David Miguel. I took the flower in his hand. Soon after arriving in Kunming, the head of the company went back to the United States.Left us many daily necessities, and Willow - our friend.This is a small family arranged by God.We look at the blue sky in Yunnan, we listen to the sound of lively water in Luoyanpo, we drink the rushing water of the Longjiang River, we eat the grain grown outside our own doors, and we don’t die. We don't die! On the embankment of the Little Mang River, a Jewish couple is walking slowly, continuing the wandering footsteps of their ancestors.