Chapter 30 Room of Confinement

The Anti-Japanese War and the cooperation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, the tide of the times is surging.After the new year, the Xi'an incident occurred in February.The dark clouds covering the whole country extended to Zijin Mountain.In the spring when the flowers are blooming, the uneasy atmosphere is thick and the hearts of the people are in a state of turmoil. One night, Taiming was awakened from his sleep by someone. When he opened his eyes, there were three or four strange men standing in front of him. 'Who! When Taiming was about to call, he was stopped by a steady and confident voice: "We are the capital police. We were rude in the middle of the night, but there is something that needs to be investigated. Please come with us." ' Sure enough, the epaulets of the uniform were shining with a stern light, and the business card he handed out was printed with the title of Chief of Special High School.

'The thing to come has finally come! ’ Taiming sensed it with his whole body, but his heart calmed down instead. 'Okay, I'll go with you, but I'll pack up, please wait a moment.And my wife hasn't come back...''Madam...er, is it?Anyway, let's wait. The police chief of Tego replied calmly, his gentlemanly attitude made people feel an indescribable cold pressure, Taiming immediately judged that people should not wait too long. Just when he was packing up, Shuchun came back.She obviously understood the situation immediately, but she wasn't flustered.He simply told his wife some things, and said: "I kept everyone waiting, let's go!" 'On the street at night, the car that Taiming was taken by the police went from Taiping Road to Kangkang Road, then turned a few roads and continued running.For Tai Ming, it made him feel that it was a long journey that would never come back.His mind was calm, and in a cellar-like sense of loss, he kept his eyes closed.The body temperature of the policeman sitting next to him spread to Taiming's body through his clothes, making him feel amiable.

Soon the car stopped in front of an old building in a corner of an unknown area in Nanjing City Street.That's not the Metropolitan Police Agency.It is a special place isolated from the outside world. The building was very gloomy. After entering the door, the dimly lit corridor stretched down silently like a passage to hell. Taiming walked through the corridor under the supervision of the police. Room after room, they were taken to the inner room, which was probably the investigation room.There is a large and intimidating office.The section chief sat down at the table, asked Taiming to sit on the chair, and immediately began the interrogation.

When the police arrived at his home, Taiming already had a premonition of the reason for his arrest.That was the reason for his arrest, and obviously because he is Taiwanese, it has something to do with it.After interrogation, it was as expected by Taiming.But that being the case, he did not hide his identity. Since he came to the mainland, he never thought of hiding his identity of origin. Taiming frankly admitted that he was from Taiwan, but despite this, he revealed his sincere feelings for the construction of China, and his sincere attitude obviously moved the section chief very much.However, his sympathy and the 'authority policy' are two different things.The section chief said: "I know you are not a spy. But I have no right to release you. This is an order from the government and I have to detain you." It turned out that there was no hope of release. After some interrogation, he He was taken to another room for house arrest, and locked with a click. The ceiling and walls were black, and the spooky room was covered with spider silk. When he was left alone, Taiming felt completely isolated from society, no matter how hard he struggled. , there is no way.

There was an old desk and a rough bed in the storage room, lit by a dim electric light.Taiming sat down on the bed and sighed deeply, thinking about the sudden change in the environment he had encountered.I also thought that at this time there might be many Taiwanese government officials who were suffering the same fate as him.Why do we have to suffer such persecution just because we are Taiwanese?He remembered what Zeng said before leaving: "This is not someone else's business, it is a matter of your own destiny." ’──But he didn’t expect this period to come so soon.So, who is going to inform him that he is Taiwanese?His wife Shuchun?She can't be so confused.So who is it?It's incredible to think about it, when and where did the police invade like smoke?Taiming thought about it but couldn't figure it out.

He crawled into the stinking dirty bed, thinking, thinking, trying to rest his tired mind, no matter what, but couldn't sleep.After a while, the smell of the quilt is not felt much.He turned off the light and tried to fall asleep, but his eyes were awake instead.He is worried about his daughter Ziyuan. Ziyuan is already four years old. She is usually taken care of by the maids Ama and Taiming. She has hardly received maternal love. Recently, his wife has only gotten close to the child. This is also because she does not need mother's care. .His wife occasionally teased the children amusingly.However, Ziyuan will still miss her father.Thinking about it this way, Taiming felt even more uncomfortable because he loved his child and missed her.The surroundings are quiet, bedbugs come crawling, it feels very itchy.After tossing and turning, it dawned.He got up and saw the red bumps the size of copper coins from the bedbug bites.He thought that there might be another interrogation the next day, and he waited all day long.And apart from the jailer bringing food, he didn't even hear footsteps.There is only a little light coming in from a small skylight.The small room was dark and cold.I want to read but have no books, and I want to write miscellaneous notes but have no paper.Thinking about all kinds of things in my heart, but my thoughts can't be summed up.

Night came again, and the stillness of the prison was a kind of lonely, desperate loneliness.Maybe it was his psychological effect, even the trembling of his body could be felt.He lay down and tried to sleep, but couldn't fall asleep even though his head was clouded.Unknowingly, the mountains and rivers of his hometown appeared in front of his eyes, and he remembered the situation when he was taken to Yunti Academy by his grandfather, and he was very happy at that time.There are guavas in the wild and in the mountains, and you can pick them as much as you can with a basket. There are many fish in the river, and a fishing rod can definitely catch one or two catties of fish.At that time, no one was stingy in the countryside, and no one would criticize others for picking one or two oranges or persimmons.Almost no one in the village reads, and everyone believes that reading will definitely make you a great man.The same is true for Taiming, Tongxin also believes that after studying, he will grow up to be a great man.But he studied, but did not become a great man.Then he remembered old Grandpa's grave.The tomb is on a small hill, with a tea garden in front of it, surrounded by acacia trees, and even the central mountain range in the distance can be seen as a pleasant place.Before he came to the mainland, he burned five incense sticks in front of Grandpa's grave and worshiped, vowing that he would be the first generation of the buried bone mainland.Pray for grandpa to bless you.But he is not as strong-willed as Zeng.He couldn't help but want to go back to Taiwan.There are beautiful poems or songs in the mountains and rivers in my hometown, unlike the mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River that kill the scenery.Thinking of this, homesickness surged in his heart, the place where there is no snow, where there are bananas and green coconuts.

Then his mother's face appeared in his mind, wondering what the mother's situation is now?He hasn't written a letter for a long time.As he thought this way, the phantom of his mother's thin face flashed across his mind, his father's face, his brother's face, and even the villagers who had never thought of it until now. After the suspicions encountered this time are cleared, let's go back to the hometown he misses. As long as he can go back to his hometown, he thinks no matter how hard it is, no matter how much he needs to endure, he is willing to face it... But can he go back to his hometown again?unknown.So he finally fell asleep tiredly.When I woke up the next day, I had a few more bug bites on my body.

He lived a few days of lonely days and empty nights one after another. It was a continuation of gray time that made people feel that there was no difference between day and night. His body became thinner, and his heart became thinner and haggard.For two weeks he was bored and restless.No one came, nor did he interrogate him, only the jailer brought food three times a day.The jailer's visit made him feel relieved to see people. One night, he suddenly heard a knock on the door. He thought it was his nervousness, so he listened, and it was indeed the sound coming from the door. He looked at the door, and there was another knock on the door.He unconsciously wanted to open the door and got up, and threw a note through the crack of the door.He whispered reflexively, who is it?no answer.The footsteps outside the door gradually went away.It was a quiet night again.He picked up the piece of paper with trepidation, and the small writing brush clearly read: Recalling the past in the cemetery, appreciating the flowers together, teaching Yan Ke Jiang Nong's family to know that Wu and Yue are all of the same species, and willing to let Mr. Ren complain. He wrote the word "Bingding". At first he thought it was a person's name, but there was no Bingding in his memory. He finally understood that Bingding was a code word for fire, which meant to burn after reading.

He read the poem over and over again, looking for the meaning, not the meaning of the poem.He wanted to explore the meaning hidden in it.First, who would do such a curious thing in the middle of the night?The handwriting appears to be written by a woman, but who is it?At this time, a realization flashed in his mind: 'Ah, by the way, it must be her. He remembered that once when he took two or three female students to visit the Xiaoling Mausoleum of Ming Dynasty, he once showed the students an impromptu poem he composed. Among them, one student was outstanding, showing excellent understanding, and she herself was good at composing , he remembered that her name was Suzhu, and he wrote such a poem at that time:

Looking at the eyes from the top of the mountain in spring Cherry Cloud Ten Miles Presses Groups of Flowers Time is incapable of non-solid intoxication Take this to dispel sorrow and resentment And her poem is like this: Nostalgia for Chunguang Xing Transfer Credit Among flowers, Lennon's love is cherry blossoms A natural scene in the south of the Yangtze River Do not imitate the flames of war I heard that Suzhu married a police officer after graduating from school.ah, is it?All questions were immediately answered.What a legendary accident like a novel.He was imprisoned in the home of a former student he had taught.This letter of a poem must have been written by Suzhu, and Taiming suddenly felt his heart beat faster.