Chapter 43 5. Unbreakable Jade

We returned to Kaifeng and became tenants of this ancient city again. In Xiyizhai on the campus of H University, my father also owns a study.Sitting under the long-lost electric light, he was full of gratitude to Edison, and every night he had to fully enjoy and almost rob Edison of the light invented by him, and he still refused to give up until late at night.Soon, the lecture notes he completed during his wartime wanderings were published by World Book Company under the title of "New Theory of Literature".He took the essence of more than 400 kinds of Guzi tunes with 600,000 words collected by himself, printed 1,000 copies of "Guzi Qucun" at his own expense, and distributed them to his colleagues and Nanyang who had provided him with the tunes. The public education center of each county to which it belongs.There are more than 330 kinds of Guzi music scores. After completing the translation of the composite score of the famous song "Pu Po Yu", I will publish it at my own expense under the title of "Guzi Music Puzzle", and at the same time continue to pay close attention to the theoretical interpretation of Guzi music. The writing of "Guzi Quyan".

One of the obvious consequences of printing "Guzi Qucun" at my own expense was that the quality of my family's food declined greatly, and I owed a foreign debt.My direct feeling is that when I went to junior high school, my father could not buy me a "tap water" pen, and he didn't bother to buy a dipped pen that should be eliminated by the times. I had to write English homework with a brush and was criticized by the English teacher. The reprimand and the ridicule of the classmates.My father said: "Tell them that Chinese learning is the essence and Western learning is application. You are bringing English writing into the art of Chinese calligraphy!" Mother asked: "How to repay the foreign debts owed? In the future, the "Guzi Music Book" will be printed. Where does the money come from?" My father said, "From my remuneration for the publication of "Guzi Quyan" in the future. At that time, Ban'er must have practiced Chinese-style English calligraphy almost, so I will give him a copy. A Severly or a Parker gold pen!"

I was encouraged by the bright future during the difficult journey of the brush, and continued to practice "Chinese-style English calligraphy" with the slender Huizhou wolf hair curvy and sketchy, and the English exercise book was also more expensive. The old Daolin paper was changed to cheap white linen paper, and the brush and white linen paper complement each other. The English teacher finally saw the taste from it and said, "Wonderful! How simple, how elegant, and how interesting his mother's is!" My mother made our five children, aged sixteen to six, line up in a horizontal line like a ladder, stand at attention, look at each other, and count. I am the result of the eight-year victory of the Anti-Japanese War, but I am old!" Counting it, my mother was only 36 years old at that time, and she had no energy to teach for the sake of our five children, and no one called her "Mr. Meng" anymore. ", but called her "Mrs. Zhang".

The first time my mother was called "Mrs. Zhang" was in Tantou, a small town.My mother resigned from the teaching position at Songying Middle School in Song County, and came to Tantou with my father to do housework.Someone called her "Mrs. Zhang", and she used to blushed and felt melancholy all day long.She teamed up with a group of professors' wives to fight for the right to serve the public. For example, they brought a large group of peasant women who didn't know what a tomato was to the experimental field of the Department of Horticulture, picked a bunch of tomatoes on the spot, and conducted a test of eating raw tomatoes. Demonstration, and let the astonished peasant woman taste the delicacy of tomato scrambled eggs.These peasant women gave the tomato a friendly name "foreign persimmon", and they all became the leaders in competing to grow "foreign persimmon" in their small vegetable fields.Then, in order to break the farmers' superstition that locusts are "divine insects", the mother set up an oil pan in front of the Guandi Temple, and had a competition with the professor's wives to eat fried "divine insects".The mother advertised that the protein of locusts and the belly fat of female locusts were superior to pork, beef and mutton.At this time, she bravely swallowed a deep-fried female locust, smacking her lips repeatedly and said, delicious, delicious!He also asked the farmers listening to the lecture, why don't they eat all the locusts instead of letting them ruin the crops?Farmers seem to be unable to afford the expensive price of deep-fried locusts, but seeing that those who ate the "magic insects" were healthy and healthy, they all used broken locusts in the early morning when the wings of the locusts were stained with dew and could not fly. The soles encircled and wiped out the locusts, and the results were brilliant.The mother, the professor's wives were encouraged, and their enthusiasm for scientific enlightenment to the public was greatly increased. With the support of the Department of Biology, they visited farmers with a microscope, allowing the public to see groups of animals swimming in raw water under the microscope. Rod-shaped, tadpole-shaped worms.There is also a thigh of a fly, which also shows a hideous and hairy appearance.Since then, many farmers have changed their habit of drinking unboiled water and learned to use quicklime to kill maggots in the cesspit.Mother was overjoyed to have found her worth again.However, the "hunger experience" began after that without encountering locusts.The microscope used to observe the fly's thigh also experienced the catastrophe of Tantou and its whereabouts are unknown.

The mother's situation did not seem to change after she returned to Kaifeng. The five children who gradually rose like stairs reminded her of her unchangeable identity as "Mrs. Zhang" all the time.My mother became irritable and quarreled with my father, saying: "Aren't we pursuing the liberation of individuality? Aren't we looking for our own green grass and little stars? Why didn't I find them, and instead lost my individuality, Can I only be your symbol?" The father said: "Let me become your symbol, for example, call me Teacher Meng's husband!"

Even though the mother is the "symbol" of the father, she seems to be threatened by Aunt Wan'er. The aunt who had returned to Kaifeng from Yancheng said that in Longting Park again, she saw her father and Wan'er sitting side by side under the shade of willows.The green grass on the grass is not as good as thorns and needle points, making them sit very comfortably and firmly, showing a very lingering look, a very dizzy expression, and 12 very sentimental teardrops hanging on Wan'er's face.Wan'er's head even leaned on her father's shoulder that she was very willing to accept as if there was no one else around. For a long time, the two of them trampled on the innocent grass again, blending into the shadow of the ancient city wall.This is almost a duplicate of an old negative that remained in my memory eight years ago.The aunt said indignantly: "This Wan'er is not yet thirty years old, just like a slim tuberose. My second sister is not old, but she is older than her!"

My father argued anxiously again: "What on earth are you thinking? Miss Wan and I 'recovered' an extremely important piece of cultural 'lost land' from the hands of death, you know? The "Gong Chi Notation" in "Gongchi Notation" are all translated into numbered notation and stave notation. A work that I paid intermittently for eight years can be declared completed after the synthesis of more than ten kinds of orchestral instruments in "Pu Po Yu". This is at the price of the last lives of the two old people! Liu Erhuqin supported the old, weak and disabled, dictated the last piece of melody, and died suddenly under the continuous artillery fire. Miss Wan’s father was also waiting on the hospital bed On the return of my daughter, I handed over the "Gong Chi Score" recorded by him to my daughter, and passed away on a crane. Miss Wan hastily translated the score in the grief of losing her father, and is still writing "Pu Po Yu" for me Can't I take a walk with her, talk with her, thank her, or offer her a little comfort with my shoulder? Besides, the female teacher is just outside the gate of Wuchao, next to Those who go to Longting Park, don’t go for a walk in Longting Park, should I go to Gulou Street and Xiangguo Temple among the crowds of chariots and horses to friction generate electricity, friction generate heat, and friction generate anger!”

Regarding the scenes described by my aunt and my father's eloquence, my mother adopted the "three nos" principle-listening and ignoring, dismissing, and not saying a word, but secretly accepted the employment of Luyi Middle School in Eastern Henan, and while my father was in the study of the university campus, The boss who was busy with him in his hometown also "unbreakable jade", took two young brothers and a godmother who took care of the younger brother and left without saying goodbye, and went to the border of Henan and Anhui five hundred miles away to teach high-level Chinese and become "Teacher Meng". went.I had just entered junior high school, and together with my older brother and older sister, I became boarders in their respective schools.

I am eleven years old, and occasionally I can't find the toilet in my dreams, and I will draw a large map of the world on the bed, which will amaze the boarders.They even found Europa and Africa on my map. If I just drew a small Hainan Island and woke up that day, they would all show a heartbroken look and urge me to make persistent efforts.I carried the bad-smelling bedroll with all kinds of maps superimposed on it to my father's study, and stayed there. Later, I was allowed to be a day student by the school for "reasons that cannot be explained".My father added a small bed in the inner room of the study, and put a water-proof tarpaulin under the sheet of the small bed, and let the alarm watch wake me up once every night.

I began to spy on my father with the ghost of a junior high school student. I often found Aunt Wan'er sitting in my father's study when I came back from school, and I felt sincere joy for it.If they were discussing the densely packed tadpoles on the staff, Aunt Wan'er would stop and hand me a roll of "Black Tiger" candy or a packet of spiced peanuts.If she was not in my father's study, I would use my nose to find the smell she had forgotten in the study, which was a faint "cold fragrance" containing absinthe. I also had moments of ulterior motives, trying to spot signs that would annoy my mother or make her jealous.One evening, when Aunt Wan'er came, I pretended to be playing in the campus, and tiptoed around to the window outside the study like a spy.Under the window, there are green vines on the grape trellis and the singing of crickets.I lay down under the ivy, gritted my teeth and endured the bites of mosquitoes, and eavesdropped on all the conversations between my father and Aunt Wan'er.

Father said, "Is everything ready?" "The musicians are finally assembled." Aunt Wan'er said, "They are all girls from female teachers, art teachers and kindergarten teachers. They have become very interested in "Splitting Jade". It can be synthesized." "It's hard for you! Sister Wan'er, I am looking forward to the day of synthesizing performances. This is the day I have been looking forward to for many years, but it is also a day that scares me..." "why?" "I want to say...but I don't know how to say..." "What's wrong with you? Just say it!" "I suddenly found that in my heart, you and "Splitting Jade" are integrated. Sometimes, I can't tell whether I am looking for you or "Jade". Looking for "Jade" even becomes looking for you Therefore, I just discovered my melancholy again, because once I listened to the performance of "Pu Po Yu", I lost... I couldn't find the reason to meet you." "For me, do I still need to find a reason?" "My feeling is to search, on the road in the wind and snow." "Is there any special reason needed?" "Yes, I need a reason to control my heart." A long silence followed.The mosquito bites almost made me unable to stand up, and I heard my father's sigh. "Little sister, give up your celibacy, choosing to be alone is unfair to you, and I will feel sad for it..." "So, who do you want me to marry?" I could hear Aunt Wan'er being angry. Father was silent. Aunt Wan'er wept and said, "But I don't hate you..." There was a slight commotion in the study, the sound of a chair being twisted on the floor.The crickets under the window stopped chirping.The air in the study seemed to be suffocating.After a long while, the panting sounds of father and aunt Wan'er came again. "Oh," said the father, "my heart trembles. My hands are cold, my hands are cold!" "What's the matter with you... what's the matter?" "It's okay, it's okay, the policeman in my heart is back!" There was a wordless silence in the study.Aunt Wan'er's sobs came again in the silence. I felt inexplicable compassion for my father and Aunt Wan'er.One morning not long after, my father said that he was going to the female teacher to listen to the synthesized performance of "Pu Po Yu".I suddenly remembered that this might be the day my father and Aunt Wan'er bid farewell, and I followed my father. We went there on foot instead of taking a "foreign car".Father couldn't afford to sit in a "foreign car".I'm used to hearing a word in economics: "inflation".When I followed my father to eat in the professor’s cafeteria, I saw a group of professors surrounded Wang Xiai, the administrator of the cafeteria, complaining that the oil, water and nutrition of the food were below the minimum standards required by the human body.Wang Xixi is a "senior worker" with a clever mind and hard work. After eight years of wandering with H University, he became a canteen administrator.Facing the enthusiastic professors, he talked about stand-up comics: "Professors, please bear with me, who calls you professors? If you are like me and have to queue up to buy noodles early in the morning, then You will know that when you stand in front of the counter, you will put up a price increase sign with a "plop", and you can only buy a bag of second-class "foreign noodles" for the money you could have bought. I had no choice but to grit my teeth. This old elder’s long queue counts as a waste of time. Let’s not buy his noodles! There is also a noodle shop in Beidaomen, so I will queue up at Beidaomen. Guess what? ? I haven’t run from one side of the road to the other side of the road, and there is also a new price on the other side. The price of buying a bag of first-class “Yang Noodles” can only buy half a bag of second-class “Yang Noodles”! The professor said , you hand over the money to me, and I will buy you a bag of first-class 'foreign noodles' right away! I believe what you say, and I believe it a hundred times! But how big is that bag?" Wang said. He likes to show a convincing smile, and replied: "Tooth powder bag!" The professors roared with laughter.Wang Xixi didn't stop here, "I want to talk about pork. In the past, the money that could buy a pig can only buy a pig's head now! If you blame me for not being able to take care of people, I will dare to say something that I don't know the depth of. It’s all because you are professors, and in this world, professors, professors, can’t you ‘get thinner as you teach’?” The professors roared with laughter again, and they all obediently enjoyed the meal arranged by Wang Xiai. On the way we went to the female teacher, my father waved his cane and said: "When the long clip comes back, there is no fish to eat. Then, we can eat whatever we want. When the long clip comes back, there is no car to go out. Then, just take a walk and use it as a car, which is good for health. Good." I said, "Dad, are your hands still cold?" My father looked worried, "My feet are cold too. Your Uncle Ru said that I stayed up too late. After listening to this performance, I want to take a rest." , adjust it." When we entered the female normal school, Aunt Wan'er hurried over and said, "The concert has been temporarily postponed, and I'm going to tell you!" My father asked, "Why?" Aunt Wan'er said, "American soldiers raped Peking University. Did you see the girl Shen Chong’s report? The government authorities didn’t care about it and let the murderer go unpunished. It’s so annoying and disgusting! The students have occupied the small auditorium and are holding a protest rally.” The father said: “Okay , should be postponed! But since I’m here, let’s go to the small auditorium together!” I also entered the auditorium with my father and Aunt Wan’er.The father raised his cane and followed the female students in shouting a few slogans: "Severely punish the American murderer!" .The father said in fear, "Oh, I'm sorry! My slogan is not good. I haven't shouted a slogan for many years!" Then he said to Aunt Wan'er: "You shouted well, very good! I will shout again in the future." Aunt Wan'er couldn't laugh or cry, and said, "You shout very well!" When my father and I came back, my father asked me: "Have you shouted slogans?" I said yes.The father said, "Very well. From now on, you have to shout out for Dad more. This is also the responsibility of a son. Dad's voice is not good." My father has already written "Guzi Quyan", which has a total of about 150,000 words, but there is still a tail left. After listening to the synthetic performance of "Pu Po Yu" and obtaining a complete auditory impression, I will write it again. His overall evaluation of "Splitting Jade" was added.Aunt Wan'er said: "Hurry up and send them away. The students who play the pipa and flute have all graduated and left school to find jobs in other places. Now people are in a panic and can't find new players for a while. I will hurry up." Father sent the manuscript and said to Aunt Wan'er, "Sister Wan, it's fate that continues to give me a 'reason'!" Aunt Wan'er's eyes were red again. One night after several months, Aunt Wan'er came to Xiyi Zhai and said: "Sir, I will invite you to listen to the performance tomorrow!" My father said: "Okay, okay, you have worked hard!" When I gave my father and Aunt Wan'er the last "reason" in the study room, she carried her schoolbag and said, "Aunt Wan'er, I'm going to Xierzhai to find a classmate to tutor in algebra." Aunt Wan'er said, "Am I hindering you?" Do your homework?" I said, "No, I'm afraid I won't see you in the future!" Aunt Wan'er's eyes were red again, she looked at me sadly, and sighed.My father said: "I will give you two hours, and you have to come back on time." I showed a eagerness to learn, and said: "No, there are a lot of exercises today, can you give me another half an hour?" Then go around to eavesdrop under the window, just say to the crickets under the window: "Don't bark!" It was less than two and a half hours after I left my classmate's house, and I sat on the steps of Building No. 7 and waited for a long time before I saw my father escort Aunt Wan'er out of Xiyizhai.I shrunk under the cypress tree wall, and saw Aunt Wan'er leaning helplessly on my father's shoulder, walking past me quietly.The smell that Aunt Wan'er left in the study was as cool and fragrant as mint, and the strands were floating in the air, unable to find a place to stay. The next day, I was going to listen to the performance with my father when a group of college students ran in dragging a long banner more than two feet long and said, "Mr. Great parade, this is a big slogan to be posted at the gate of the provincial government, sir, please sign and support it!" My father said: "Okay, okay! These three things should be opposed!" A classmate handed over a large A writing brush and a plate of ink.The father signed his name respectfully, examined it again and again, and said: "There is one thing that is not good, and the ink is gone. Let's take it away and fill it up!" The students said: "That's good!" run away. The father looked at his pocket watch and said, "Hurry up, we can't let people wait for us!" As soon as he walked out of Xiyi Zhai, he saw people crowded in front of the door of Building No. 7, and there was a sound of "ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."A group of female students ran over and said, "Mr. Zhang, do you have any bowls and chopsticks? Can you lend us them?" The father asked, "Is it the bowls and chopsticks for eating?" The female students said, "Yes, yes. , We are fighting hunger, we have to beat the bowls and chopsticks along the way, we forgot to bring them!" My father turned around sharply, opened the door, and suddenly remembered, "Oops! The bowls and chopsticks are in the cafeteria." At the same time, inspiration came out, and she picked up the enamel washbasin, knocked out a crisp sound of "dang" with the brush holder, and said with great joy: "This thing is very good, you can knock on the basin!" The female student took the washbasin and wanted to go , Father saw that many female students were still empty-handed, and said: "Wait a minute!" Picked up a teacup, knocked it, and said: "Oh, the sound is very good! You can take all the teacups and mouthwash cups. A little bit, this shows that the requirements of the students are really very low!" The girls almost swept the above-mentioned utensils in the study room, beat them, and cheered away. The father looked at his pocket watch again and said, "Let's go for a trot!" We were squeezed by the parade in the human wall on the side of the road, and we were separated from the parade at Dongsimen. When we arrived at the north entrance of Shudian Street, we saw that at the Xinjie entrance on the other side of Zhongshan Road, there was a crowd of people. A line of armed policemen stood.Both the women's division and the provincial government are on the west side of Zhongshan Road, and the security headquarters issued a no-passing order to prevent the parade from passing through Zhongshan Road.The father looked at the pocket watch again and said, "Let's take a detour, everyone is in a hurry!" My father led me through the bookstore street again, planning to detour around the corner of the palace and then to the female teacher.Unexpectedly, when I arrived at the back street of Xiangguo Temple, I happened to meet the parade again.I saw someone holding a big black lantern under a red banner.My father said: "This means that in the long night, the lanterns are dark and there is no light!" Beside the lantern, someone used a bamboo pole to pick up a whole skeleton, which was taken out of the laboratory of the medical school. Showing his sharp white teeth.My father said again: "This means that the people are starving and dying everywhere!" Wherever the parade went, passers-by stopped and applauded, and some shop assistants also jumped up and shouted slogans with the students.When they reached the east side of Xinggong Corner, the parade surrounded a car, and the car couldn't move.The students used laterite water and lime water to write slogans all over the car, and the car immediately turned into a flower crawler.A student climbed onto the roof of the car to give a speech.The father looked at the car on tiptoe, and said, "The man in the car is the director of the receptionist, Director Zhang! He made a fortune in national calamity, and today he is surrounded by the people!" The father suddenly Asked me: "You said, where was my father more than 20 years ago?" Seeing that I was at a loss and asked, my father pointed to the student who was standing on the car and gave a speech and said: "I am standing where he is standing now. .At that time, my blood was boiling hot. Now, it's up to them!" We followed the parade to the corner of the palace, and suddenly found that Aunt Wan'er was pushing forward in the crowd on the opposite side of the road, but was blocked by a row of military police with submachine guns.She sent a message from the top of the military police: "Don't squeeze, it will be held another day!" I believe that this is the "reason" that fate will not let father and Aunt Wan'er lose them. That night, the military police set up several machine guns in front of the gate of H University and blocked the gate.The machine gunner prostrated himself on the ground ready to fire.The military police, led by "professional students" who had entered the school from the "Youth Army", broke into Dongzhai, where the students lived, and arrested more than 70 students.The police car howled terribly late into the night. During those few days, my father paced the study indignantly. Later, he and other professors came forward to bail out the arrested students respectively.After the two students bailed out by their father were released from prison, they came to Xiyizhai to express their gratitude to their father, and then left the school, whereabouts are unknown.When my father was walking in front of Xiyizhai Gate, he met a student wearing the uniform of the "Youth Army". He stepped forward and asked his father: "Mr. Zhang, do you know where the student you released on bail has gone?" The father asked back: " Where can they go?" The "Youth Army" said: "Go to the Yellow River and go north, Mr. Zhang is responsible!" The father said: "Where do they go? It's their freedom. I'm released on bail. They are just my students." The "Youth Army" said: "Oh, please forgive me, I just want to say to my husband, please don't worry about other things, just do your own learning!" The father said: "Okay, now Please take a walk together and talk about your homework!" "Youth Army" said: "Thank you sir, I will ask you for advice next time!" That night, the military police arrested a few more students. The next day, Aunt Wan'er knocked lightly on the door three times again, walked into the study so silently, and looked at her father while breathing lightly like that.My father looked at Aunt Wan'er silently, and said sadly: "Let's go with nature, the current world doesn't care about 'jade'. Please keep the score well, we can use it later. Wanmei, you have to cherish yourself !" Aunt Wan'er said with tears in her eyes, "You have to cherish yourself too!" Mother came back from Luyi.Students in Luyi were also marching, and the military and police were also arresting people.The sound of guns and guns in eastern Henan was like a thunderstorm in summer, and it would fall from the head with a bang and crackle at some point.Once the mother went among the students, she would show the "genes" of her grandfather's family, and there would always be a group of "radical" students around her, gathering at her residence.My mother was fired from the school, but a group of students escorted her back to Kaifeng. When the mother came back, she had returned to the appearance of "Mr. Meng".Ten years ago, the cousin who managed the guest room in the old man's manor quietly appeared in Kaifeng.As a teacher of Chinese language at High School, my mother took the post of librarian of H University, which made it possible for her to hand over the key to the library to my uncle at any time, and the library became a secret gathering place for my uncle and his comrades. .All this seems to be hidden from my father.But the father smiled and said to his mother: "What's the matter? The lights in the library are still on in the middle of the night, don't you find it dazzling? Why don't you come to my study when you study so hard?" The mother said happily: "Okay, They're waiting for you to say that!" But I miss Aunt Wan'er.After my mother returned to the provincial capital, I never saw Aunt Wan'er again.