Chapter 40 2. Jingzi Pass

The teachers and students of H University are like fallen leaves on Funiu Mountain, falling on the bank of Danjiang River. There is an ancient town called Jingziguan in the three provinces of Henan, Hubei and Shaanxi. It faces the river in the south and the green hills in the north.The shops stand along the river, meandering for about three or four miles.We looked down from the mountain. My mother said it was a jade hairpin polished by jade and river water. My father said it was a guzheng made by fingers who were used to calculating. I said it was a big fish that slipped out of braised sauce or vinegar. My brother is a stutterer but he is a blockbuster, saying yes is what I imagined.

of jade.My mother was ridiculed by my father, my father was picked on by my mother, I was ridiculed by the whole family in unison, and my elder brother was praised by my parents and caused my father to worry. The first thing we encountered was the difficulty of accommodation. Fortunately, my father got acquainted with an English pastor who had been here for many years.His head is like a bright red eggshell, and his snow-white hair grows all over his face. He also let me see crystal blue eyes and his "universal teeth" for the first time.He claimed he had teeth that could hold his nose, and it did, a set of false teeth that could be removed and put back on.His name is Angel, and people call him Pastor Ann.Father had a cordial conversation with him in broken English, and Pastor An invited us to live with him in his strange Chinese, and we lived in a tile-roofed house with large Chinese eaves and Western-style shutters in the Gospel Church. .On the wall hangs a bronze statue of a half-naked foreign man hanging from a cross.

As soon as he settled down in the Gospel Church, his father sent a letter to a student who had worked in the Luoyang security department, asking for the whereabouts of the director of security and Liu Erhuqin.The student wrote back saying that the security department had collapsed, and the director had taken up residence.Liu Erhuqin was old and sick. He narrowly escaped from the war in Luoyang and settled in Nanyang area. The exact address is unknown.The reply also said that Liu Erhuqin wanted to pass on "Splitting Jade" to the director's third concubine in order to repay the director's kindness, but the zither was played several times and the string broke. The third aunt turned pale with fright and thought it was It's an ominous sign, and I dare not experience this song again.Liu Erhuqin secretly said to Qu You: "Master blames me in heaven! Director is originally a martial artist who courts prostitutes, and third aunt Taiyuan is a brothel singing prostitute. This song is not dirty!"

My father said: "Okay, when the school is not in session, I will go to Nanyang to find Liu Erhuqin." Mother said: "It's not suitable to go!" Father said: "With the blessing of the Lord Jesus, don't you feel relieved!" My mother said: "There are eight counties under Nanyang. Jesus bless you, where can you find the Liuerhuqin? Jingziguan is also under the administration of Nanyang Special Administration. Maybe he lives in seclusion in Jingziguan! Why don't you publish an article in the Nanyang newspaper?" Then announce the repertoire you have collected, and declare that you are willing to communicate with those who like you, and add a postscript to look for Liu Erhuqin and "Pu Po Yu". It's like spreading a big net, maybe you will find that piece of 'jade', There will be more tune cards!"

The father was overjoyed and said: "Such a good idea, why didn't I think of it?" Later, the postman delivered a steady stream of large and small packages.My father said: "Oh, I can almost compile a complete set of Guzi songs!" But he sighed from time to time: ""Pu Po Yu", where are you?" I am concerned about things other than "Splitting Jade".I'm ten years old, and it's time for fifth grade. H University does not have the ability to run affiliated primary schools.I went to the "Pinglang Palace" where the God of the river is enshrined, together with the children of the teaching staff of H University, and went to the local elementary school.

The music class was a young female teacher. It was her first time to roll call in class. When she called my name, she stopped, looked at me in amazement and said, "Zhang Banban, are you Zhang Banban?" Call her: "Aunt Li, are you Aunt Li?" Yes, she is Aunt Li who made me eat a lot of tea eggs in Zhangji Kindergarten. "You've grown up!" she said. "You've grown up too!" I said. The students laughed. Aunt Li said, "Six years, six years!" In that music class, Aunt Li was a little restless.I secretly looked at her face, her figure, her expression and forgot what song she taught to sing.Aunt Li is really not young anymore, the two big black and shiny braids have become thick cut hair, her eyes are still clear and bright, and the pupils are darker.Her dark eyes made her look worried.Her smile no longer showed off her bright white teeth fearlessly, she just pursed her lips lightly, revealing a pair of shallow dimples.I calculated in my mind that six years later, she would only be twenty-four years old.

I thought of Aunt Li's boyfriend - He Jie who I sent many "Little Swallows" to him, and he also carved a "rubber stamp" for me.I met He Jie in Tantou, and he became my father's student again, a genius in the Chinese Department of H University.By chance, behind the small theater building in Tantou, under the thick shade of willow trees with crooked necks protruding from the wall, I saw him hugging and kissing "Xihua" from the Department of Education. The chirping and the long kiss of the sun sinking rapidly are not the "quick guns" in Zhangji's grove.I am sensible, and I have learned to feel sorry for Aunt Li, and when I see tea eggs, it will also arouse my premature sentimentality.

My father said that Aunt Li once went to Tantou to find He Jie with a small bundle containing her dowry.However, He Jie took "Lihua" from the Department of Education and invited her to have dinner at "Little Restaurant".Aunt Li put down her chopsticks and left Tantou crying.When my father came to Pinglang Palace to visit Aunt Li, he avoided talking about He Jie, and just expressed his surprise, "Mr. Li, why did you end up here?" Aunt Li said: "It's only a hundred miles away from Zhangji in the inner township, and it's still at the door of our house. But you made a big circle and came back again. But I didn't know you were at H University, she...she I didn't know you were at H University, she...she thought you were still in Beiping, and she was afraid that you wouldn't come back, so she still missed you!"

For a moment, I was not sure who the "she" Aunt Li was talking about. The father showed a sad look and stopped talking. Aunt Li blamed and said, "Why, did you forget her? I mean, I am sister Wan'er. She is still teaching music at her alma mater, Mrs. K, who is still in Neixiang Xiaguan, which is a short distance from here. It's close!" Father said: "Didn't Miss Wan go to Laohekou?" Aunt Li said: "She broke up with the inspection chief long ago. Sister Wan'er is actually very brave. She couldn't live with him, so she ran back resolutely, published a divorce statement in the newspaper, and dragged her down." No matter how complicated things are, as long as you grit your teeth, it will become simple, right?"

Father avoided Aunt Li's eyes and was speechless for a while. Aunt Li said again, "I have discussed it with Wan'er, the two of us will live alone for the rest of our lives!" Father asked, "Why?" Aunt Li glanced at her father, "You men can't measure the weight of a woman's heart!" Of course, as a man under ten years old, I can't figure it out, but I miss Aunt Wan'er very much.Her trembling fingers, her mournful expression, her flushed cheeks and sudden embarrassment, her silhouette crying while playing a kite, her moles.And that heavy, thick book.Father hasn't read that thick book for a long time.

After my father saw Aunt Li, I stared at him like a spy.That night, I found that my father took out the thick book from the broken suitcase, stroked and stroked it in his hand, but did not open it, changed the place again, and put it in the mail bag.My father said that the "Convention of Nations" stipulates that this is a protected mail bag, that is, no one can violate the mail bag during war. Aunt Li started to teach us how to sing.She said that she had gone to a female teacher's music department for further study, and Sister Wan'er was her teacher.She wants us to learn to sing with our hearts, not with our throats.The song she teaches is no longer "Little White Rabbit, Be Good", but "My Home is on the Songhua River in the Northeast".She taught this song with tears in her eyes. When she sang "Wandering, Wandering", she started crying, and the whole class also started crying. "Father and mother, father and mother..." I remember that when we sang here, we choked up and cried in unison.Children in times of war cry over the loss of their hometown and loved ones back home, but not over the loss of their birthday cake.I cried because I thought of Aunt Xue.Please forgive me, as I write this, my heart is trembling again.I had to take off my presbyopic glasses and wipe away the hot tears that didn't age. Aunt Li taught us to sing several songs, in addition to "My Home is on the Songhua River in the Northeast", "March of the Big Sword", "Soldiers, Farmers, Industry, Students and Businessmen, Let's Save the Nation Together", and "Songs for Difficult Children" wandering in the wind and rain ", "Come in February" in which a farmer wants to "grain more grains to send to the army", a big girl wandering in a foreign land misses her hometown, dreams of her parents, and makes a cold clothes for her lover to go to war.Then, Aunt Li tore off her red satin quilt, and wrote in big black characters on the fiery red quilt: "Anti-Japanese Fundraising Team". I began to show disrespect to my father's Guzi song and the "Pu Po Yu" he chanted all day long, and stared at the mailbag where my father stored the manuscript of Guzi song, feeling that it was a good donation bag, almost an ultimatum in a tone of voice begging for the mailbag.Surprisingly, my father listened to my explanation of the purpose, and looked at me with a look of eyes that finally discovered "My Thousand Miles Horse". The thick book was poured out, and I whispered a few words to my mother, stuffed a stack of banknotes and copper plates that had been carefully checked twice into the mail bag, and then handed the mail bag to me and said: "This is a very special case." Good donation bag, me and your mother put it at the bottom. But, you have to remember, this month, maybe longer, we are not allowed to eat meat, only bean sprouts, understand? You and The older brother and the older sister have to take turns on duty to help mother choose the tail for the bean sprouts." I absolutely hate picking sprouts, and our fundraiser was a great success. Aunt Li took aim at every slightly larger store in this commercial port.Early in the morning, when the abacus in the shop was held up by Zhang Xianer and shaken, making the abacus pearl make a sound like fried beans to pray for the blessing of Marshal Zhao Gong, the red satin quilt was blown by the wind on the river. Like the sound of hunting flames burning along the street, our two columns will turn into a horizontal team at any time to quickly outflank, block the fronts of each store in turn, and then start to speak, sing, and shout slogans, as if the Japanese devils are hiding in this store in the shop.I was more honored to step forward and stand next to Aunt Li, singing with a mailbag.I made the mouth of the mailbag so wide that it could almost fit a cow, and often only small notes and copper coins got in.For every donation, no matter how much it is, Aunt Li will check it in public and report the number loudly, and ask the store owner to write the donation amount in our donation book. In front of a well-known grain workshop, we sang three songs before an arrogant copper plate flew out and landed on the ground "dang".Aunt Li picked up the copper plate, held it up high as if picking up a gold ingot, and announced to the crowd like singing: "Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the country. Shopkeeper Zhao donated a copper coin to the anti-Japanese soldiers!" Laugh.The face of shopkeeper Zhao Da showed the color of pig liver, and said: "Don't worry, don't worry, I blame me for taking the wrong one!" He took out a piece of silver ocean fiercely, pinched it between his fingers, and shook it against the sun, so that everyone could fully enjoy it. Feeling the luster of the silver dollar, I blew on the silver dollar again, making it make the sound of mosquitoes flapping wings, and then a warm light drew an arc, and slid into my mail bag.Aunt Li raised her voice and sang again: "Master Zhao is very patriotic, and once again donated generously, donating another 'Yuan Datou' for the anti-Japanese soldiers!" The crowd clapped their hands. Aunt Li looked dignified, her eyes sparkled, and her counting voice was like a lark singing in the air.After hearing this, various businesses competed to compare the amount of donations.My friends and I were all moved by the patriotic enthusiasm of the businessman. When we sang, we were moved first, and tears rolled down our faces.There were also tears in the crowd.Aunt Li's voice to report the count became clearer and more touching.I also feel more and more the weight of the pouch.The mailbag slung over my shoulders reminded one of a large saddlebag on the back of a small donkey, with both ends almost dragging on the ground.In order to keep it from getting dusty, I walked on tiptoe and proudly puffed up my chest.But shopkeeper Zhao shouted behind him: "It is said that our Jingziguan woman can knock down men from three provinces. This woman leads a group of children, but she is playing our Jingziguan man like a monkey!" Someone answered. : "Don't take regret medicine, anyway, it's not putting money into the woman's hole!" The red satin quilt scrambled up the slope to the north of the ancient town.There is a big family on the slope celebrating the 60th birthday of the old man.When we squeezed into the gatehouse, we were blocked by the wedding shed.A female artist dressed up in fancy clothes was beating the octagonal drum and singing major tunes, together with her accompaniment of Sanxian, Guzheng, and sandalwood board, completely occupying the place we should occupy.In the main room opposite the female artist, an old man with a mustache and a black satin vest was sitting.The wedding sheds on both sides were full of birthday guests, all shaking their heads to enjoy the female artist's performance.I have seen this female artist before, and people in the town call her "Lang Sansheng", and some people call her "Flower Pheasant".She went to the Gospel Church to worship, but no one wanted to sit next to her, so she curled up in the corner of the last row of the church, occupying a pew alone, as if she was a woman abandoned by God.Her voice couldn't sing hymns well, and she always went out of tune and rushed to the high register to dominate.When a warm-hearted widow raised a small wooden box to collect donations for poor church members, she also took out the money early and held it in her hand.The widow walked past her without seeing her.She left the church crying. I don't understand what song "Lang Sansheng" sang, but she sings too charmingly, too flamboyantly, and too tiresomely, and a single word's dragging accent will be pulled out of the wedding shed, from the eaves to the tree. On the treetops, the leaves rustled wildly, and then fell from the treetops, slipped into the cracks in the wedding shed, and scratched everyone's heart and eardrums.I discovered somewhat philosophically that what she sang and what we sang were not spiritual products in a material world.The festive atmosphere in the wedding shed is also far from the "anti-Japanese sentiment" we are immersed in.But she had no intention of stopping, neither she nor He Shou's guests noticed our existence.I began to feel anxious and annoyed, but suddenly I saw my father also sitting crowded in a corner of the wedding shed, putting the large book clip that he and Aunt Waner used together several years ago on his lap, holding a pen, He listened with straight eyes while remembering in sweat. I feel ashamed of my father recording Lang Sansheng’s songs in such a flashy place so ostentatiously and secretly. In order to stop Lang Sansheng’s singing and also to interrupt my father’s recording, I secretly made an appointment with my friends and jumped to Lang Sansheng In front of us, suddenly, our beautiful red flag was torn apart.There was an explosion in the wedding shed.Lang Sansheng hid behind the musician, rubbed his chest and shouted: "Oh, my old birthday star, where did this swordsman come from?" The old birthday star looked at the big red quilt and said: "Oh, the fundraising team, is it just a beggar? The father stood up and said, "Mr. Gao, they are the students of the primary school in this town. Some of them are the children of the teaching staff of H University. They can't be wrong. That one is Teacher Xiao Li. They also rehearsed a very good program." Mr. Gao said: "Excuse me, Mr. Li, please sit down!" Aunt Li said: "I'm sorry, the students are young, and they rushed to the big sister's place, so let the children sing a few songs for her." Ge'er, pay homage to the old birthday star!" I remember that just after we sang "My Home is on the Songhua River in the Northeast", a big man among the guests burst into tears.Mr. Gao said: "Adjutant Li, I know you are homesick, don't be sad, today we have to treat these children kindly, just show our hearts!" We were infected by the crying, and we sang more emotionally .When singing, a string player also tuned the strings along with the singing, and served as an accompaniment for us.We finally sang "Big Knife Cuts Off the Devils' Heads".Some of the guests responded, and my father also stood in the distance and waved his arms to beat the time for us. As soon as the song fell to the ground, a servant came running over with a plate covered with red cloth, and announced in a long voice, "Master Gao asked the lady and the students for their hard work, and donated ten yuan in cash to fight the devils!" Aunt Li My eyes lit up with joy, and I bowed and said, "Thank you, Mr. Gao!" My heart trembled with joy too, and I opened the mouth of the mailbag wide, watching white silver dollars clattering into the mailbag. Lang Sansheng also held a small basket, and crawled around in the wedding shed, saying incessantly, "Grandpa, give me a face!" The guests threw change into the small basket one after another.The servant said loudly: "Hey! Why are you making fun again? Which pot are you busy with?" Lang Sanxing said with a look of grievance: "Students are thin-skinned and don't know how to collect money. I'm acting on behalf of the children." Collect money!" She said, tears overflowed her eyes, she continued to collect money in a small basket, and said, "Thank you, thank you for the children!" She ran over with a small basket of money, and told Xiao Li My aunt said: "Quickly put it away, I blamed me for being blind just now. I am also a refugee who escaped, and one of my brothers is still fighting devils in the front line!" She poured the money in the basket into the pouch, took my hand and said: "Don't panic, little brother!" Picked up a dirty little cloth bag from the drum stand again, shook the cloth bag upside down, and wiped out the crumpled small bills and dirty broken copper plates Poured it into the mail bag and said: "Give me a face and tell me to be patriotic!" Aunt Li led us to bow to Mr. Gao, to all the distinguished guests, and to the three provinces of Lang in turn.When she bowed to Lang Sansheng, she was startled, she squatted on the ground and cried loudly, saying: "I can't bear it, people like me can't bear it!" I don't know why she's crying, but my nose is sore and my heart is as heavy as a mailbag. When we were leaving, we heard the female artist crying again: "My lord, I can't sing my song anymore! I'm so panicked, please take a breath..." Aunt Li posted up the money we raised and posted it on the gate of Pinglang Palace, attracting crowds of onlookers.Someone asked, who is this Wang Cuixiang on the list? Why haven't I heard of such a person in the town?Someone replied with a sneer, it's that flower pheasant and Lang Sansheng, her money is just as shameful as a brat!I found that I could no longer tolerate the insult to Lang Sansheng, so I hid behind a large stone tablet, aimed a slingshot at the buttocks of the spitter, and fired an angry projectile.This projectile was only aimed at the dirty word "flower pheasant". At that time, I didn't understand what "Lang Sansheng" meant, so I still owe him a projectile. Aunt Li entrusted the newspaper office in Nanyang to transfer the donation to the anti-Japanese soldiers.For this reason, the newspaper published a report "Xiao Erlang in the ancient town, raising donations to hit the East".Aunt Li circled the report with a red pen and pasted it on the gate of Pinglang Palace, attracting many readers to stop and watch.My father also put his glasses on to read the newspaper, only to find that the same newspaper had published a letter from a reader in the "Public Mailbox" column, discussing the phenomenon of "singing songs incessantly" in some places in the Nanyang area at the critical moment of the enemy. He lashed out violently, and there was also a passage involving my father: "Whoa! There are still scholars and celebrities publishing notices to solicit obscene songs and obscene words. If they don't realize it, not only will the country fail, but we will die without a place to bury us!" At the end of the letter, Du Mu's poem "Parking in the Qinhuai River" was also presented: "The smoke cage is cold, the water is moon cage and the sand is in the cage, and the Qinhuai River is near the restaurant at night. The business woman does not know the hatred of subjugation, and she still sings flowers in the backyard across the river." Father read the newspaper, walked around a few circles in a panic, hurried into Pinglang Palace, and solemnly explained to Aunt Li that the reason why he appeared in Mr. Gao's hall was only to record Wang Cuixiang's death. A discount on "The Moon Comes Late" from "Chen Miaochang" sung by Ms.Just imagine, if you have sought this song in many ways but failed, and finally met this song in the teahouse of Jingziguan, you will definitely follow Mr. Gao's hall meeting to complete the record.How can such a godsend opportunity be missed?do you think so?But it is definitely not some "obscene lyrics". Its sincere sentiment and lively language are created by countless folk art geniuses, which cannot be created by literati behind closed doors!Moreover, the reason why he collected the manuscripts of Guzi music is precisely to protect the folk culture of our Chinese nation at a critical juncture when the survival of the nation depends on the flames of war!Hope it won't cause Mr. Li's misunderstanding.Etc., etc. Aunt Li didn't pay attention to the "Public Mailbox" when posting the newspaper. She was stunned and didn't know what her father was talking about. After finally figuring out the whole story, she stumbled and said with a smile: "I see you are in a hurry! No wonder Sister Wan'er said that you sometimes look like a big boy." What about my child! I didn’t see that article at all, the newspaper was not posted for you, I just tore it down!” The father hurriedly stopped him and said, “Oh, absolutely no! That’s a cry of justice. The criticism of "string singing is endless" can be said to be three-pointed, and I also feel the same way! Besides, you led the righteous deed of "Xiao Erlang in the ancient town, raising donations to fight in the East", and it should be published in the newspapers and made known to the world. How can you tear it off!" Aunt Li said: "Then, can you tell me to appreciate the "Moon Comes Late" that you wrote down?" My father shook his head repeatedly and said, "No, no, wait until the devils are defeated, and then give it away. Take a look." Half a century later, I found this piece of lyrics in my father's record, and the excerpts are as follows:  (drum tail) Miao Chang said: "It's getting late and rest, and the two of you will enter the red silk." Hong Ling was caught by the wind and waves, and suddenly she heard the golden rooster choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, and choking. Miao Chang was annoyed when she heard this, and she only complained to the sky a few times: "There is a leap moon in leap years, why, why is there no leap five watch?" Although I can't guarantee that this song is an immortal masterpiece, it seems that I can't identify it as "obscene music and obscene words".After his father followed the female artist for several days and finally got the song, he also received a concise anonymous letter: "Lang Sanxing is not a good bird, I advise you to take care of yourself!" Professor Lu, a doctor of German medicine, asked solemnly: "Excuse me, what does he mean by asking me to take care of my health?" Professor Lu said, "Probably beware of sexually transmitted diseases such as syphilis!" The father jumped up suddenly, "What? Ms. Wang Is Chen Miaochang also infected with syphilis?" Professor Lu shook his head with laughter, and said, "Someone just made fun of you, I'm making you anxious!" Syphilis germs or not, I have returned the mailbag to my father.Father put the manuscript and the newly acquired "Moon is Late" into the mail bag again.Whether it was due to hygiene concerns, my father hadn't opened the mail bag for a long time. H University was also badly hurt, and no more classes were held.My father didn't seem to care much about "Splitting Jade" anymore, and he had nothing else to do, so he studied the English version of the "Bible" under the grape arbor of the Gospel Church, and taught it to the British pastor Angell. , and wrote the English "Gospel of Mark" with a brush to practice "Liu Ti" English calligraphy, and finally achieved a positive result.Ingres praised him as a rare English calligrapher in the world.The father was full of ambition, and with a wave of the brush, he wrote a "willow" English "banner" for Angel: "The true, the good and the beautiful" The pen is full of ink, and there are twists and turns in the song. It really is a pen dancing dragon and snake. Angel asked local Chinese woodcut door god print experts to carefully frame the "banner" and hang it in the Western-style living room. Looking up and admiring: "Lord, what a wonderful culture!" I'm glad that my father seems to have got rid of the ghost of "Splitting Jade". The days of peace did not last long, and Aunt Li asked me to act as a messenger again. She was about to hand the letter to me, but she withdrew her hand and said, "No, let your father pick it up in person." My father came as ordered.Aunt Li said: "Mr. Zhang, don't worry, you still have an unswerving supporter!" She handed the letter to her father and said: "Wan'er has seen your 'advertisement', she wants me to share this Give the letter to sir." The father hastily took out the letterhead, turned his back to read it, and said ecstatically, "Ah, she found Liu Erhuqin through her father, and "Splitting Jade" is indeed in Liu Erhuqin's hands, and it has been I promise to present this song as a gift, and she will go to Nanyang to record it!" My father repeatedly bowed to Aunt Li and said, "Thank you, thank you so much!" Aunt Li said, "Who are you thanking? Hurry up. Go find your 'jade'!" Accompanied by the mysterious "Jade", the mysterious Aunt Wan'er came to her father again.The father seemed a little worried, so he handed Wan'er's letter to his mother for reading, and the mother pushed it away and said, "Just find 'Yu', I won't read it." The father wrote a reply to Wan'er, and gave it to the mother for reading, The mother said again: "I don't want to read it, just don't forget to say hello for me." The father sent a reply, and studied Wan'er's letter anxiously, saying: "What a pity! There are also "Shuangyu", two Qupai have been destroyed in the war, and have been lost since then. The pain they caused in my heart is no less than a piece of land looted by devils! "Splitting Jade" must not be thrown away again!" He tried to his mother and said: "It's just ... It's just that notation work is not easy. It has to be played repeatedly, recorded repeatedly, and then repeated auditions and corrections according to the records. It is very difficult for one person to complete it!" The mother said: "Don't be so wordy! Take you to avoid evil spirits. The walking stick, the umbrella that scares the wolf, just hurry up and hit the road. However, beware of the bombs in the sky!" Unfortunately for the mother.On the second day of his father's departure, Angel told his mother in Chinese with the "four tones" misplaced: "Mrs. Zhang, you don't want to 'get money (nervous)', you must not 'get money' to be 'number (good)'! This morning , I heard from the radio ...  heard... oh, have you 'got money'? This is a 'joke (news)' without a 'number', the Japanese army invaded 'Nanyang (Nanyang)', The vanguard has already exchanged fire, and the battle is very fierce. You must not "get money" before you "number"! Have you learned to "get angry (pray)"? Oh, let's "get angry" and bless Mr. Zhang "Ping dark (safe) )'!" Mother doesn't know how to pray, she just draws messily on her chest.I know that my mother wanted to draw a relatively standard cross, but drew a substandard circle.My brother and sister and I fell into sudden terror, and we all drew circles on our chests in a mess.In front of the statue of Jesus hanging on the cross, Angel began a prayer that I couldn't understand: "Sing the name of the Lord for peace, the Lord walks with the Lord in the dark, the Lord will protect the road in danger, and be safe in the Lord." In my arms. Amen!" I did see a flash of inspiration on the cross.Then, I saw wave after wave of fugitives crawling over from the East River beach like ants on a hot pot.The teachers and students of H University who had experienced the catastrophe in Tantou also joined the ranks of hot pot ants in a hurry and fled to Shaanxi. Only the mother and her five children were left waiting under the cross of Jesus' crucifixion, waiting for the missing father.The philanthropic widow and aunt came to her mother, and with the "tick" of the wall clock, repeated the same hymn repeatedly: "My heart, calm and quiet, wait for Christ wholeheartedly. My heart, Stable and quiet, like lying in the arms of a loving mother..." I finally saw my father lift up the hem of his gown and walk towards the "loving mother" with a swaying cane. My father's cane always looms large in my memory at this time.It was the same cane that had no deterrent effect on wolves.Father was boasting of the naturally curved handle on his cane.When the fierce battle was in full swing on Wollongong outside Nanyang City, my father used this curved handle to pick up a basket of steaming steamed buns, carried his cane on his shoulder, and joined the ranks of Nanyang people supporting the front line.That was the first time my father "advanced under the fire of the enemy".A basket of hot and fragrant meat buns was dripping on his back, and he accompanied the team to the Wuhou Temple. Zhuge Liang and all the people found that there was one more person in the relief team, so they handed over the suspicious person to the leader of the relief team. County Magistrate Lee.Fortunately, the county magistrate Li was an old acquaintance of his father, "What? Why did you come here to deliver the steamed stuffed bun?" The father said, "The stuffed stuffed bun caught me. If the soldiers in front eat it, they will have a stomachache!" A cannonball landed not far away and exploded.County Magistrate Li shrank his neck and said, "Okay, don't get in the way here!" His father said, "I want to go to the city to find someone, but the soldiers guarding the city gate won't let me in. How about taking me into the city?" The county magistrate Li said: "Everyone is running outside the city, why do you want to drill into the city? All non-military personnel have been evacuated outside the city, who else can you find when you go in?" Another machine gun bullet swept across the city. On the wall, County Magistrate Li hurriedly pushed him and said, "You hurry up, I can't care about you anymore!" My father turned around and went west, then ran to Neixiang Xiaguan, where the Women's Normal School was located, to look for Wan'er, but the school building was empty.The farmer said, go to Shaanxi to look for them, they have already gone far away!