Chapter 17 Chapter Six (1)

first quarter The Jews were not the only ones who wandered in the years of war.On the miserable land of China, people were driven by artillery fire and lost their homeland in distant memory.Although the memory is far away, it is always vivid and vivid, which makes people feel heavy and rich when they think about it.After all, there is still a hometown to leave, a well to carry, and the desire to return to my hometown. It has been four years since the Meng family escaped from Peiping, and it has been three years since they left Kunming and hid in the countryside.Since the Pearl Harbor Incident, the entire battle situation has changed, and the bombing by Japanese planes has been restrained.According to the needs of the Allied Forces, China sent an expeditionary force to Burma to fight with the British Army.Because the British army had many scruples about fighting against China, they first delayed their fighters and then failed to cooperate. Several big cities such as Lashio fell one after another. Some of the expeditionary forces retreated to India and some returned to China. In the forest where gnats form formations, one hundred thousand troops entered Burma, and only forty thousand returned.However, the Japanese army pushed forward to the west of Yunnan, and the west of Yunnan became a strategically important area.In May, the Japanese army captured several important cities such as Wanding, Mangshi, Longling, and Tengchong. The people of Kunming had just had some respite from the long-term bombing, and were threatened by the fall of the border towns. There was talk of moving the university.But in general, life is much more normal than it was during the bombings.Later, the schools that moved to the countryside returned to the city one after another. The gentlemen of the universities were never quick in their movements. Only a few of them found houses in the cities, and most of them still lived in the fields.

As summer break approaches, hiring for the next school year becomes a concern.One day, Li Lian brought back a letter to Meng Fuzhi from the department. It was a big envelope with a name the size of a chestnut. Looking at the flamboyant handwriting, one knew that the calligraphy could only be written by Bai Liwen. "It's been a long time since there was any news, but there's a letter, and it's probably coming back." When Fuzhi opened it, it turned out that Bai Liwen was addicted to Yunyan and Yunleg, and said that he was going back to school to teach.He understood that it would be inappropriate for Bai Liwen to leave school without authorization for a year and then come back to teach, and he also knew Jiang Fang's clear attitude, but he felt very sorry for Bai's talent. He wanted to get more opinions from all sides, but a few days later, Bai Liwen suddenly appeared.

Bai Liwen was still pulling on his shoes, as if he was visiting a village, he entered the door and bowed deeply to Fuzhi, which was a rare courtesy for him, and he called Mr. Meng and sat down by himself.Lao Jin carried a load of luggage, put it in the yard, took two hams, and put them on the table.Bai Liwen said: "If you say that I give gifts, you will underestimate me. I mean, Meng Fuzhi is still a good person, so he should eat this ham." Fuzhi said: "Of course I understand. How is life?" Bai Liwen said: "Good! Good! Very good, the old lady of the chieftain's family passed away, and I wrote the inscription, the words are gorgeous and extraordinary! Who else can write it!" Take out a roll of paper and pass it to Fu Zhi for appreciation.Fuzhi unfolded it for a general look, and thought, this kind of flattering essay, written like this, is also a must. "The chieftain respects you very much, Mr. Meng," Bai Liwen said. "He has read a few of your articles, and made a manuscript copy of your "Explorer of Chinese History"-of course, he asked others to copy it, which can be regarded as a psychic. Yes. It’s much worse for me.” He stopped talking suddenly and didn’t continue.

Meng Fuzhi asked, "What's your plan now, brother?" "I need to find a place to live now," Bai Liwen replied simply, taking off his two shoes in turn, knocking ashes on the chair legs, "and find a job." Meng Fuzhi said: "The problem of rice bowl is a long-term plan. Now that everyone has returned to the city, you still want to go to the countryside?" "It's hard to find a house in the city, and it's not as free as the countryside." At this time, Bichu came out and asked Fuzhi to go with her. In the kitchen, he said in a low voice: "Hui Fang's house is empty, and their things are almost moved. I have the key. Why don't you let Mr. Bai live first?" Fu Zhi nodded, came over and said to Bai Liwen.Mr. Bai was overjoyed. He took the key, took back a ham from the table, and said, "Your family is small, so one is enough." He went down the mountain.

Of course Qian Mingjing was one of the first to succeed in finding a house in the city, and he earnestly begged Hui Fong to return to the city together.Hui Fong hesitated, thinking that she could not get a divorce, but could only work hard to reconcile, and it would be more convenient for friends in the city to communicate with each other, so she agreed to move to the city together. Bi Chu and others felt that the crisis in her family was over, and they were secretly relieved. When Bai Liwen entered Qian's house, he still burned smoke lamps on the couch, hung hams on the wall, and lived his leisurely life. Running the alarm was basically cancelled, and he resumed his old habit of writing.Every time he writes a character, he always writes down the evolution of oracle bone inscriptions, big seal script, small seal script, Han stele, Wei stele, and Song style. When he writes, the ink splashes randomly. Take care of it, paste it on the wall row by row, and proudly tell Lao Jin that every word is the history of the evolution of characters.Lao Jin nodded and said vaguely: "I'm alive, I'm alive!" In a few days, the original white walls became covered with scars, and Bai Liwen didn't feel uneasy at all.

When Zhao Erdan went up the mountain, he described Mr. Bai's situation. Bi Chu was startled and said, "How can we return the house?" Fuzhi said, "Don't worry, Qian Mingjing will not come back to live." Bi Chu hesitated. Said: "Hui Fong may come back to live. Mrs. Li took some mending work from the city a while ago. She is not good at sewing and wants to make food for sale. She invited me to do it with Hui Fen. This is a help to her." , Hui Fong said it was fun." "What about you?" Fuzhi asked. "I find it interesting too." This was Bi Chu's answer.

The next day, Fu Zhi went to the city to preside over his two class exams, and then read the papers on the big stage.The history class was originally an unfashionable antique, but there are still many people who take his class every year.The students said that Mr. Meng's class not only has historical facts but also has ideas. After his sorting out the history, it really feels like clearing the clouds and mist.It is one thing to actively choose courses, and another thing to answer the exam papers. There are not many high scores in the answer papers, and this year is no exception. In the afternoon, Qin Xunheng sent someone to send a note, asking Fuzhi to come to his house for a light meal in the evening.After reading the papers and filling in the marks, Fuzhi went to Principal Qin's house.It was two courtyards, the Qin family lived upstairs in the backyard, and the office of Minglun University was in front.Fu Zhi walked into the courtyard, Xie Fang was standing upstairs, leaning against the railing of the corridor, ironing clothes with a case.Wearing ironed clothes is a little extravagant habit Qin Xunheng kept, "Mr. Meng is here, please go upstairs." Xie Fangli greeted.

Xunheng was reading the documents, got up and took two steps to meet Fuzhi, let Fuzhi sit down, and said: "The situation in western Yunnan is not good. Fortunately, there is the Nujiang River and Gaoligong Mountain in the way. Our army is very brave, but there are also problems. A lot." As he spoke, he handed over a document, which was about Baoshan being bombed, and many houses were destroyed and people were injured.Xun Heng smiled wryly and said: "The Ministry of Education wants us to make preparations for moving the school again. Of course, this is a matter of long-term consideration." Fu Zhidao: "I think the meaning of moving the school is not very big. It's over." The two talked about the situation of the war and the situation of the school.Xie Fangli came in with tea and said: "There is a hot water bottle and tea leaves in the room, so I knew there was no tea." Fuzhi stood up and thanked him, Xun Heng said: "Fang Li has always been farsighted. There is one thing that needs to be solved urgently. , the Ministry of Education requires every school to offer self-cultivation classes, and also to report the teaching situation every semester. You know, several teachers have been changed in several semesters, but they can't hold the stage. Some people say: "May I ask Mr. Meng to come out?" Town by town.' This is a thankless task." As he spoke, he looked at Fuzhi inquiringly.After waiting for a while, Fu Zhi said slowly: "Forget it, we have changed four teachers. This is not the teacher's fault. The students have a kind of opinion about this class, thinking that it is a class for the Kuomintang to strengthen their thinking. Who The teaching effect is also the same. However, it’s okay for me to try it, otherwise how can I explain it. It’s nothing more than you messing with you, and I’ll tell mine, just keep calm.” Xun Heng smiled and said: “If you talk about keeping your breath No one can compare with you." "I'm afraid I can't talk about the Three People's Principles." Xun Heng said hastily: "It can be much more extensive. I think this can also be taught as an interesting class." "As long as you don't get kicked off the stage, you can Good." Fuzhi replied, so it was decided.When Fuzhi talked about Bai Liwen's problem, they quickly came to a consensus: any group must have discipline.There is all freedom of academic thought in the school, but all are equal in discipline.

It was getting late, Xie Fangli stayed for dinner, and the office had a kitchen, so everything was convenient.During the meal, Xie Fangli mentioned that several wives were discussing ways to supplement their household expenses.Someone was making snacks, and someone was in contact with sewing pennants.Originally, all the wives were educated women, but now they can only make some supplements in terms of craftsmanship.Fu Zhidao: "At the beginning, Zhuo Wenjun sold wine for his own feelings. These activities of the wives are to indirectly help the education cause when the country is in crisis. Bi Chu and Mrs. Li are also thinking about doing something. "Mrs. Meng is so capable, she must have a good idea." Xie Fangli said.Fu Zhiwei sighed: "She is in poor health, I advised her not to do it."

A few days later, at the appointment committee meeting, there was not much debate, and everyone agreed with Jiang Fang's opinion that Bai Liwen would not renew his appointment.Jiang Fang said at the meeting: "Personally, I have no objection to Bai Liwen. We can still drink three cups with each other. There is nowhere to go together. But students should not be disrespectful, and the classroom should not be disrespectful. In class, how can I stand up in front of the students." After hearing the news, Bai Liwen sighed repeatedly, and said, "No one understands my twists and turns! Do I really want you to have rice worms in your rice bowls!" Fu Zhite went to see him in the small courtyard by the well. He was writing big characters, and there was half a bowl of ink in a broken bowl.A thick pen flipped up and down, and after finishing writing in a short time, I was amazed for a long time, "Oh! Oh!" I didn't realize that someone came in, and I was holding up the writing to hang on the wall, only to see Fuzhi.Fuzhi took a corner of the paper and helped him hang it up. It was a passage about fish in "Shuowen Jiezi", "Fish is also a water insect. It is a pictogram. The tail of a fish and the tail of a swallow are a couple." Many characters for fish have different expressions. , are all lively and cute, and moved in my heart, I couldn't help but say: "Brother Liwen, our colleague has not been a year or two, your talents and learning are extraordinary, you already know the matter, I have an idea, you can see it strange if you say it." ?” Bai Liwen blinked his eyes, making sure that Fu Zhi would not speak. "I was thinking, can you make up your mind to quit smoking? I know quitting smoking is difficult and painful, but you should be able to do it for a strange person like you. As long as you quit smoking, you won't disregard discipline like this, and employment is not a problem." He spoke very earnestly, but Bai Liwen still didn't answer. He picked up the broken pen and wrote a few more sentences: "The cursive and crooked characters are strange and weird, and the flowers come out of clouds and clouds. The beauty is indescribable. There is true meaning in it, and you can understand and feel comfortable. "Writing here, I stare at the ink bowl, as if thinking about it.Fuzhi took the pen and added a few sentences for him: "If it is said that we can part with each other, it is Bai Liwen!" The two looked at each other in silence, and Fu Zhifu wrote down another address, which was a normal school in a certain city in Sichuan. Yes, said: "This school wants me to recommend someone. It is said that the salary is good. If you want to, you can go and have a look and stay for a while."

Here, Bai Liwen was sitting on the couch, not moving for a while. Lao Jin handed over the bong, but he refused to take it. On the couch, I experienced his "understanding and freedom".A few days later, he left Longwei Village and wandered around in Kunming for a while. He was also hired by a local university, but he refused to do so, and he chose not to go to that city in Sichuan. He didn't know where to hide. The reaction to Bai Liwen's departure in the school was indifferent. Although he was extremely accomplished in philology, not many people knew him, and he didn't have enough influence. It was not as good as the activities of Lu Bichu, Zheng Huifeng, and Jin Shizhen's wives.Not far from Longwei Village, there are several institutions such as the Institute of Botany. Bi Chu and others are interested in this place and plan to set up a food stall there, selling all kinds of northern food such as steamed buns and steamed buns.Make a batch every morning and sell out at once.Bichu is raising the tone, and the operation can be done at Hui Fong's house.Hui Fong lived in the city for a while, but he was not very happy, but he was still interested when he came back to sell food.Qian Mingjing is in the city, and the whole yard can be used.Jin Shizhen is very skilled at kneading dough, raising dough, chopping stuffing, rolling out skins, and making buns. She is very enthusiastic, saying that this is good deeds, and it is convenient for others and herself. On the opening day, Fuzhi was not at home, so Bichu got up early, seeing that Mei and Xiaowa were sleeping soundly, she helped them tuck the quilts in, gave Qinghuan a few words, and went to Huifang's house.Walking down the mountain along the slate slope, the air is fresh, and the woody flowers and rhododendrons on the roadside rub against the corner of her clothes, feeling like she is doing a big business.I also thought that the elder sister and the second sister must not take it seriously when they know this, but my father is different. My father will support me and say that the third daughter has courage.When we arrived at the small courtyard by the well, Jin Shizhen had already arrived. The materials were prepared the day before. The three of them worked together in a tacit cooperation and in an orderly manner. In less than two hours, a pot of steamed buns stuffed with scallions and meat, a pot of steamed stuffed buns stuffed with sesame seeds, and blossoms Steamed buns and salt and pepper rolls have been steamed.People who came to fetch water praised the fragrance, and the children also probed their brains.Zhao Er pushed a small cart to help transport them, sent them to the vicinity of the research institute, and set up a stall under a big tree.The three of them each chose a stone to sit on, and they all said that they never imagined that there would be such a day that they would become the traffickers.Hui Fong commented that in fact, leading carts and selling pulp is also labor, and living by it is also sacred.She said so, if someone really came to buy things, she felt very embarrassed and didn't want to take money for the goods.It was Shizhen who was quick-handed and took on most of the sales tasks.Around ten o'clock, the people of the nearby agencies had a rest. Seeing the steaming food, many people came to buy it.One break was almost sold out, Shi Zhen and Hui Fong took turns pushing the empty cart back to the village, and the three of them divided up the leftovers, enough for everyone to eat.After a few days, everyone in the neighborhood knew that there was a "wife's stall". The food was unique and delicious, and it was sold out almost every day.Although Bichu was tired, she didn't have any discomfort in her body. She smiled and said to Fuzhi that there is nothing difficult in the world, and she paused for a while, "It's also considered difficult, so I'm going to laugh at the bad guys." He brushed up a strand of hair on his chest, and said, "It's not that this task is difficult, but that it's difficult to be willing to do this kind of thing and get rid of the shackles of customs." Unexpectedly, Bichu encountered an unpleasant thing, which was E's objection.At the time of the plan, E didn't react much. Unexpectedly, as soon as he came home this Saturday, he solemnly said to Bichu: "Mother, I don't approve of you setting up a stall, especially near our research institute." The kitchen was preparing dinner and was busy wiping his hands. He came over and asked, "What's the matter, did someone say something?" E said in his room, "It's nothing more than saying that life is hard, and it's not easy for wives. I mean my thoughts, you I'm not in good health, so how much subsidy can I get by doing this, it's like a child playing around and making noise." "This matter was brought up by Mrs. Li, and everyone helps to do it. You will only know how much income you have after doing it." Bi Chu was a little displeased, and walked into E's room, "Mei just cleaned the room for you, and even took down the statue of Jesus and wiped it." E suddenly threw the book in his hand and said, "Mei is good for everything, I see It's really meaningless for her to push you to do this kind of thing!" Bi Chu didn't understand why she lost her temper, but said patiently: "We will discuss it when Dad comes back at night, you don't know the situation of the Li family, it is more difficult than ours." E said impatiently: "My mother is nosy." She covered her face with a book and stopped talking. When Fuzhi arrived home in the evening, the two of them analyzed that E was not that kind of pretentious person, and there was some truth in what he said.At dinner, Fuzhi encouraged E to talk about his opinions, but E just said lightly: "It doesn't matter." Then he stopped talking.Mei and Xiaowa didn't want to offend their sister, so they kept silent and buried themselves in eating a bowl of fried rice noodles, looking at each other from time to time.The atmosphere at the Meng family's dinner table was already very harmonious, but this night suddenly fell frost, fortunately the next day passed. Another embarrassing thing is Mrs. Li. She works well, but when she sells things, she often has to point out the faults of others, which makes it unpleasant.After E raised his opinion, the wife's booth moved to the distance, and the customers were still from these units.Once, when E was walking with several colleagues, Shizhen stepped forward to stop her, and E said, "Mrs. Li wants to sell?" Shizhen waved her hand and said, "No, no." It's better not to go out.The man laughed, and he still walked around every day. After three days, he went to his wife's booth to buy things. Shizhen said, "I know you are proud of yourself, but you don't know that I am helping you every day!" Once again, A female staff member walked by, wearing a calico cheongsam, with two long braids, very pretty.Shizhen stared at her, and Bichu was afraid that she would tell what she saw, so she said in a low voice, "Mrs. Li, we only care about selling things, and we don't care about other things." By the side of the Longjiang River, seeing the woman going down the slope, she came back and whispered in Bichu's ear, "Something has gone down the river, so it's okay." He didn't say anything about these things. Some operational difficulties in making food have been overcome one by one.Hui Fong didn't know it before, but she learned it quickly. She said it was much easier than painting. She also suggested making Shanghai dim sum and baking it in a firewood pot, but it was always unsuccessful.Bichu uses glutinous rice to make a kind of sweet cake, which is very popular. A month has passed, and I have really gained something.Bichu divides the income into four parts, two for Mrs. Li, one for herself and one for Hui Fang.Because Mrs. Li has contributed a lot, and because she needs it the most. They also went to the streets, scattered among the rows of vendors, looming in the heat of the food.At first, the villagers all came to watch, and were reprimanded by Zhao's second wife, "If you look at something that looks good, you should buy it. If you don't buy it, go far away." Bi Chu hurriedly said, "Look at what you are afraid of. .” Hui Fong greeted her in fluent Yunnan dialect.Shizhen stuffed buns and flower rolls into the child's skirt, and everyone was very affectionate. One day, Bichu and Shizhen were selling food on the street. The sales here were not as good as those near the office. It was not sold out until noon, and some stalls in the pine forest had already been withdrawn.At this time, a woman walked up the embankment, looking very demure and elegant among the sparse crowd. She approached and called out with a smile: "Aunt Wu, Mrs. Li, I'm here to help." Jin Shizhen said: " What you are carrying is a schoolbag, which contains French lecture notes and literature books, and our hands here are enough." Shizhen is not a mean person, and she said this with good intentions, but it sounds a bit ironic .Xueyan stopped immediately, just looking at Bichu, Bichu said: "Xueyan should help, but you came back from the city and walked so far, first sit down and rest." Pushing a small stool, Xueyan Yan didn't sit down, hung her schoolbag on the tree, and went to sweep the floor when she saw some shredded paper in front of the stall, Bichu said: "It seems that the stall can't use three people, Hui Fang didn't come today, you should take a rest." She pitifully Looking at Xueyan's transparent white face, I feel that she is getting thinner.While talking, some people came to buy things, and there were not many things left at the moment, so they discussed closing the stall.The three of them pushed the cart along the "street" to the well yard.Hui Fong came out and said, "If I'm not going, there will be substitute workers." Bichu asked Shizhen to take the leftover food home, and stood by the well with Fen and Xue talking. "You guys are amazing——" Xueyan didn't finish her sentence when suddenly her eyes turned black and she first leaned on Bichu's body, then fainted on the ground.Bi and Fen were startled, half supported her and half hugged her on the bed to lie down, unbuttoned her collar, rubbed her chest, thinking that she might have heatstroke, but very few people in Kunming have heatstroke.Hui Fong rushed out to find a doctor, Bichu held Xueyan's hand, feeling cold, her pulse was weak, and she kept calling: "Xueyan, wake up, wake up!" I couldn't help but tears dripping down, dripping On Xueyan's face.Xueyan really woke up, opened her eyes and forced a smile and said, "Fifth Aunt, what's wrong with me?" "Don't move, drink some water!" Bichu found out the cup, Xueyan was about to sit up, but when she raised her head, she fell back heavily on the pillow. "Don't move, don't move!" Bi Chu said looking for a spoon, when Hui Fong ran into the room leading the herbal doctor.Seeing that he is already awake, he is relieved.The doctor stepped forward to check the pulse, pondered for a while, got up and bowed to the south, and then solemnly said to Bi Chu: "This is the Xi pulse." All three were overjoyed, only to varying degrees.At that moment, the doctor prescribed two anti-fetal medicines, told him not to be tired, accepted the consultation fee, and resigned. "What is more sacred as a woman! Conceiving life and sending people to the world is really great, not to mention that this is the common continuation of yourself and the person you love the most. I have a child, and my child is still alive There will be children, so I won't die." Xueyan thought about touching her abdomen unconsciously, but didn't find anything abnormal.Bi Chu smiled and said: "I can't feel it now, but soon you will feel it anytime and anywhere, and you won't leave for a while." "Is it hard? I'm a little scared." Xueyan sat up slowly.Bi Chu said: "Everyone reacts differently, but no matter how much you struggle, you will always be very happy." Hui Fong was also happy for Xueyan in her heart, but she felt empty, as if she had no hope of being a mother anymore. When she had him, she didn't get it. Now that she doesn't even have him, what else can she add.While thinking about it, he went outside to prepare two cups of condensed milk and brought them over.Xueyan took it gratefully and finished it slowly.Bichu picked up the cup and handed it to Hui Fong, and said with concern: "You also take care of yourself." When marriage becomes a negative force, nothing can compare to that kind of exhaustion, that kind of internal injury, Hui Fong shook his head He smiled flatly. Now that Xueyan is going home, Bi and Fen discuss to send her off, but Xueyan firmly refuses to let her go, saying that she has a lot.Bi and Fen sent her to the embankment of the Mang River before returning home. Xueyan walked slowly, taking every step carefully. She has two lives, which is really amazing, but it will affect the teaching.Since she taught, students have responded very well, which no one expected.Although she is not from a major, her knowledge is alive.In addition to using textbooks, she also wrote some short stories in French by herself, and made some outlines of famous novels. The students loved listening to them, and she improved quickly, especially in conversation, which was relatively fluent.The teaching at that time paid more attention to reading and writing, while listening and speaking were relatively poor.Thinking of work, Xueyan is not without a loss, if it is two years late, I can teach a class of students, now it will be a few months, but this is what Feng wants, this is his child, we all belong to him , he will not be too early.Xueyan was thinking wildly, she had already arrived at Luoyanpo.She stood in front of the small waterfall for a while as she did every time she entered the village, feeling the splashing water.Then go uphill.Wei Feng has already come out to welcome her, and hugged her to enter the door. When Xueyan crossed the threshold, she looked up at Wei Feng and smiled, her eyes rolled, and she whispered, "Feng, we entered the door together as three people." second quarter Kunming is quite different from previous years. It is much more prosperous. On the sidewalk of Zhengyi Road, the main road, pedestrians crowded shoulder to shoulder. protect".They often drove jeeps on the street rampantly, waving and shouting: "Hello!" Some people stuck out their thumbs and said: "Good fight!" Some snorted: "What an air!" Along Xiaodong Street, there are all kinds of good-looking shops, such as clothes, jewelry, restaurants and restaurants, which are dazzling. Especially after the opening of a new movie theater, the lives of Kunming people have been changed. The original cinemas in Kunming were very simple, and when a foreign film was shown, an interpreter sat in the auditorium and explained loudly.All the male protagonists are named John, and all the female protagonists are named Mary.If someone opened the door on the screen, they would say, "He opened the door." If someone was crying or laughing on the screen, they would say, "He was crying, and he was laughing." A translator gathered outside the cinema, threatening.The exotic scenery coupled with the ups and downs of Yunnan accent is also a scene of old Kunming. The newly opened Nansheng Cinema is different.It completely cancels this "simultaneous translation" and uses subtitles to explain, which is much more elegant.It seems to have a close relationship with Hollywood, and often performs the latest films, so that Kunming people can keep up with the world trend.Half price for morning performances every Sunday.There are many movie fans among the students, and Mei is one of them. Mei has been out of school for two years. At this time, she and Xiaowa go to school together in the city and have the opportunity to watch a movie.The little sister and brother returned to Lameilin.It has been several years since their old house was destroyed by the earthquake, and it is still a dilapidated building.The dead wood and fallen leaves filled half of the bomb crater. They stood by the crater for a long time, trying to find something more. What they found was the unbearable memory. They watched the enemy destroy their home, but they couldn't find it. To fight, there is only escape, only hiding.The old man surnamed Shen who tidied up the garden passed away, and he was replaced by a deaf-mute man.He pointed to his mouth and ears and smiled at them, who could not tell him that this had been their home. They still lived on the big stage as before they moved to the country, and the low space was even lower now.A piece of old batik cloth separated a corner for Mei, just to put a plank.Because the roof was low and not much cloth was used, Mei felt very comforted.Xiao Wa invaded Tan Taiwei's kerosene tank.They all have a place to live. Mei is in her corner, often blowing the flute, which she learned after watching "The Meeting of Heroes". "The Meeting of Heroes" has been performed for a long time, and I don't know who still remembers it.It will never fade away in Mei's memory, like fireflies on a brook, illuminating her childhood, and the white light in front of the curtain, like a catalyst, wiped away Mei's fear of death over the years, The battle of the disease, and various experiences in life, has accelerated the ripening.She has entered the puberty of a girl. The intricate stories and rather expressive performances in the drama did not exist for Mei.Her memories only focus on one point, that is Zhou Yu, the image of Zhou Yu on the stage, with the dancing pheasant tail on his head, the colorful flags on his back, and his chic gestures, showing a lively and beautiful young man.He commanded thousands of troops, and even Zhuge Liang gave him a military order.Mei could have discussed various issues during the Three Kingdoms period with her parents, but she only quietly went to the liberal arts research institute to look up records about Zhou Yu. The old Wei who was in charge of the library felt strange and asked: "Second Miss Meng, are you going to write an article?" Is it?" Mei was surprised, and said, "Why did you become the second lady? Didn't you always call me Meng Lingji?" Old Wei said, "You have grown up, and you can no longer call me by name." He helped Mei find her. "Zhou Yu Biography" in "Three Kingdoms".Mei felt that the biography was very boring, but only knew that Zhou Yu was still a musician, and the song was wrong. Zhou Lang Gu, known as "Gu Qu Zhou Lang", would often play Xiao in the courtyard, hoping that the sound of whimpering Xiao could make two thousand years old. Zhou Yu heard it before, and she didn't even tell Bichu about this idea.When Bi first saw that she was interested, she often gave advice, and everyone in the family said that she was getting better and better at playing.Sometimes she deliberately made a mistake, and Zhou Lang never came.Xiao Sheng stayed in Baotai Mountain, and now he is sobbing in the wintersweet forest, pulling down the moonlight and starlight, and soaking the attic in a faint brilliance. Their school is called Huayan Middle School.This is an experimental secondary school set up by the University Teachers College, which plans to shorten the twelve years of primary and secondary schools to ten.Mei went to high school and Xiaowa went to junior high school.People don't often call Xiaowa Xiaowa, but He or Zygote.When gentlemen send their children to school, they often jokingly say: "We have sent experimental products." All schools can now hold regular classes, and there is no need to use grassy graves as classrooms.But Huayan Middle School started a more romantic teaching career.They have no school buildings, no classrooms, everything is guerrilla.They use the empty classrooms of universities and other middle schools to attend one class or two when others are not in class. Sometimes they simply sit under a big tree with a blackboard hanging on the tree.They used big red oil umbrellas to cover the drizzle, as if a red mushroom had grown in the drizzle. The young faces under the mushroom umbrella were all focused. Hearing the sound of rain falling on their heads during class was an unprecedented accompaniment. Their teachers are very unusual, several university professors to deal with these experiments.The geometry and algebra teacher who teaches Mei's class is Liang Mingshi's student.Liang Mingshi sometimes came to give a few classes, and the students were very interested.Some people say that if you don't have one or two mathematicians in your class, I'm really sorry for Mr. Liang.Mr. Liang said that the more other schools of thought the better, but the fewer mathematicians and philosophers the better.Mei said this to Fu Zhixue, and Fu Zhi smiled and said, "Because these two things can make people more and more confused, if you can learn more and more, you will be lucky." Once when discussing a problem in geometry class, everyone came up with different proofs. Liang Mingshi was surprised by Mei's idea. Mr. Liang said, "Oh, Meng Lingji, you have a mind that is crazy." Zhi said: "Your Meng Mei is very good at messing around, which is a good sign." Fu Zhi smiled and said, "Fortunately, she behaves according to the rules in real life." , but how come." Yan Bulai, who used to teach Chinese at Kunjing Middle School, is now studying at the Institute of Liberal Arts, specializing in Song Ci, and also came to work part-time.Mei had memorized hundreds of poems in his class, and poems were extra.He recited Yan Jidao's poem "After farewell, I remember meeting each other, and the soul and dream are the same as the king a few times. Tonight, I have a silver photo left, and I am afraid that the meeting is a dream." He shook his head and burst into tears.The students didn't quite understand, at most they thought of Zhou Yu or some movie star.The experimental product absorbed the rain, dew, and sunshine in this way, and grew vigorously. Mei's best friend at school is Li Zhiwei. They are in the same class, close to home, and travel the same way to and from get out of class.They also knocked on the door of death together, and were covered in loess in the bomb crater. No one can forget this experience.Mrs. Li has not been so active in her faith in recent years, and she has become relatively dull.Zhiwei took on most of the housework, which had a considerable impact on her studies, but she seldom complained, at most telling Mei a few words on the road.One day, Zhiwei didn't come to school, and told Mei the next day that her mother had met some kind of fairy again. Fortunately, the fairies came less frequently in recent years, otherwise she would not have exhausted her to death.Mei said that she should study what religion Aunt Li believed in. Listening to adults say that religion is a sustenance of the spirit is also a supplement.It's not good if it becomes a burden.Zhiwei said that she herself is a staunch atheist.She feels that what religion brings to people is not a beautiful and holy state at all, what it brings to people is only ignorance and blind obedience.Zhiwei looked to the left and right as she spoke, she was afraid that the gods in the past would hear.Both were delighted with their lofty insights.While walking, while smiling. Mei is happiest when listening to music, and he and Zhezi often go to Ziwei's place to listen to music.Wu Yin and Wei also come sometimes.Ziwei's albums are not many, which has increased compared to the previous two years.Sometimes Xia Zhengsi brought records, and Mei heard the opera overture for the first time.That beautiful voice enriched and filled her spirit, making her chest seem to have a fire that slowly expanded, and it seemed that there was clear water moisturizing her whole body.She seems to see Zhou Yu again in the sound of music. If someone knows her association, they may write a big article on issues such as music has no borders and music directly appeals to the soul.School is not a paradise.Many high school students participate in club activities, and some teachers are active members of university clubs.Yan Bulai is a member of the various societies. Apart from caring about words and poems, he also cares about the society.One day, during the Chinese class, he strode into the classroom, rather exasperated, and said loudly: "Students, you know what happened! Before the fall of Hong Kong, the local cultural organization arranged for some cultural people to leave Hong Kong by plane, but they did not Why? Because these seats are used to transport dogs! To transport those pugs! Leave people under the enemy’s iron heels, and give the dogs the chance to escape. Can you imagine it! Can you tolerate it!” Yan Bulai asked He slapped the table, his hair stood on end, he was really furious, "Do you know who did this? It's Kong Xiangxi!" Mei and the others vaguely knew that Kong Xiangxi was the Minister of Finance and one of the wealthy families in Chongqing, but they couldn't figure out what relationship these people had with them, and they never thought of getting to know them.It turned out that they valued their own dogs more than the talents of the country.There are such people in the world!Yan Bulai told some more about the situation, saying that the mastermind who made the dog board the plane was Kong Xiangxi's second daughter. "The rich and powerful forces can do whatever they want and control the means of transportation to retreat. What kind of country is this! It's really corrupt!" Several students asked in unison: "What about the people left behind? Will they die?" "Hope No!" Manbulai slammed his fist on the table again. In the afternoon, various schools in Kunming jointly organized a demonstration. Many people participated. Almost all of Mei’s class participated. They shouted slogans: “Down with Kong Xiangxi, who transports dogs by plane!” Kong Xiangxi is certainly hateful, but it seems that he is not as hateful as the Japanese; the other said, I think he is more hateful than the Japanese. He is destroying his own country and humiliating his own people. Is there anything more hateful than this!Mei looked up at the white clouds in the sky, feeling like a pack of dogs were running.孟家人素来善待生物，认为一切生命都是可珍贵的。但是狗们依附着权势，抢夺了人的机会，也就成为权势者脸上的金印了。她想起街上的乞丐，想起受苦难的青环，又想起殷大士。殷大士会不会让狗坐上飞机呢？嵋摇摇头，想摇掉这个想法，她得了一个结论：很难说。当地位能让你为所欲为时，个人的道德堤防是很薄弱的。这是过了若干年后，嵋才明白的一句话。 “打倒飞机运狗的孔祥熙！”“反对贪污！”“反对腐败！”“反对奸商！”“反对特权！”晏不来老师前前后后跑来跑去，紫红色的脸膛愈发红紫。他解释说，奸商大都是和特权勾结的，最近开仓粜米的案件就是一个例子。他们从大西门一带，走过翠湖到正义路，市民们伫足观看，有些惊异，评论说：“娃娃们吃得饱了，整哪样？”也有人说：“学生们有良心！” 那是昆明的第一次学生游行，以后见得多了，有人更了解，有人更反对。