Chapter 6 05

Ruiquan handed over the selection and burning of books to his elder brother.He loved books, but now he felt that his relationship with them was not very intimate.He should put down the book and pick up the gun.He loves books, family, school, and Peiping, but these no longer hold an important place in his heart.The blood of youth makes his imagination run wild.For the past two days, he even dreamed of running away.He hasn't decided how to walk or where to go, but his heart seems to have flown out of his body; standing in the house or in the courtyard, he sees the mountains and rivers, the bright military flags, the majestic scenery, and the blood red. world.He wants to jump and fight where there is blood and gunfire.There, he should have kicked the sun flag away, and planted the blue sky and white sun flag, fluttering against the wind!

China, which has been oppressed for more than a hundred years, has produced this group of young people. They want to rush out of the oppression of their families and society and become free people.They also want to break the shackles of the nation-state and become citizens who can stand tall in the world.They can't live happily unless they can create a new history of China.Their voice is resistance.Ruiquan is one of them.He regarded China as the most sacred family for thousands of years, and only as a relationship of life.When the country calls for help, no obstacle can stop him from answering; like a bird with its feathers ready, it will fly away from the nest without attachment.

Old man Qi was very worried when he heard Fourth Master Li say that he couldn't open the door of Qian's house.He knew that the Chin family had many books.He sent Ruixuan to warn Mr. Qian, but Ruiquan volunteered to go. It was time to light the lamps, and the two big locust trees outside the door looked like two huge hens, spreading their benevolent black wings, as if they wanted to cover the five or six families below.There are no lights in the other courtyards, except for No. 3—the only family in the Xiaoyangquan that has installed electric lights—the courtyard of Guan’s house is brightly lit, as if celebrating the New Year, illuminating the part of the locust tree leaves on the screen wall into green. Translucent.Ruiquan stopped in front of the screen wall for a while, and then went to No. 1 to call the door.Not daring to knock on the door forcefully, he knocked lightly on the door knocker twice, and made a false cough once or twice in a low voice, in order to attract the attention of the courtyard by doing both.After doing this many times, they asked in a low voice, "Who is it?" He recognized that it was Uncle Qian's voice.

"I, Ruiquan!" He put his mouth on the crack of the door and replied. The door opened quickly and lightly. The doorway was dark, Jiao Ruiquan felt a little uneasy.For a moment he couldn't decide whether to go in or not to go in.He had no choice but to explain his intention first, and see whether Uncle Qian invited him in or not! "Uncle Qian! Our books must be burned! Today Inspector Bai asked Fourth Master Li to tell us!" "Go in and talk, third child!" Mr. Qian said while closing the door.Then, he rushed to the front: "Let me lead the way, the courtyard is too dark!"

At the door of the house, Mr. Qian told Ruiquan to wait, and he went to light the lamp.Ruiquan said that there is no need to trouble.Mr. Qian had a sad smile in his voice: "The Japanese haven't banned lighting lamps yet!" After the lights were turned on in the room, Ruiquan saw that he was surrounded by long and short, dark bushes of flowers. "Come in, third child!" Mr. Qian called from the room.Ruiquan went in, and before he sat down, the old man asked, "How? Do we have to burn books?" Ruiquan scanned the room with his eyes. "These thread-bound books may not be robbed, right? The Japanese hate our readers, and hate those who read new books even more; old books may not cause trouble!"

"Ouch!" Qian Moyin closed his eyes for a moment. "But many of our soldiers are illiterate, and they also cut off Japanese heads with big knives! Isn't that right?" Ruiquan smiled. "If the aggressor is willing to admit that others are human beings and have humanity, he will get angry, and he will not be able to invade! The Japanese always think that we are all dogs, dogs that don't grunt when kicked or beaten!" "That was the biggest mistake!" Mr. Qian stretched out his fat short hand, asking the guest to sit down.He himself sat down. "I am a person who has never asked about national affairs, because I don't want to talk about things I don't understand deeply. However, I can't stand someone coming to destroy my country! I can let people in my country issue orders, but I can't See people from other countries come to be my managers!" His voice was still as low as usual, but not as gentle as usual.After being stunned for a while, he lowered his voice and said, "Did you know that my dick is back today!"

"Where is the second brother? Let me see him!" "Let's go again! Let's go again!" There seemed to be some secret in Mr. Qian's voice. "What did he say?" "Him?" Qian Moyin lowered her voice very low, almost whispering to Ruiquan. "He came to say goodbye to me!" "Where is he going?" "Nowhere! He said, he won't come back again! Teach me not to include him when registering for household registration in the future; he is not counted as a member of my family!" Although Mr. Qian's voice was low, there was a twinkle in his eyes. There is no light in ordinary times; this light contains eagerness, excitement, and a little pride.

"What is he going to do?" The old gentleman laughed softly for a while. "My second child is a person who doesn't like thread-bound books or foreign-style books. But he doesn't accept the Japanese! Do you understand?" Ruiquan nodded. "Second Brother wants to do something with them? But, is it inconvenient to say so?" "Why can't you say it?" Mr. Qian's voice suddenly rose, as if angry. In the courtyard, Mrs. Qian coughed twice. "It's okay! I'm chatting with the youngest of the Qi family!" Mr. Qian said out of the window.Then, lowering his voice again, he said to Ruiquan: "This is something to be proud of! I -- a person who doesn't move the horizontal grass and doesn't hold the vertical grass -- will have such a son. What should I be afraid of? I can only find poetry in words, my son - a car driver - will write poetry with blood when the country is ruined! I lost a son, and the country will get a hero! When The Japanese asked me: "Is that your son who killed us?" I leaned close to their spears and said: "Not bad at all! I will tell them: how many people like my son do we have?" When your large group of people come, we will cut you off one by one! The cars you take, the houses you live in, the water you drink, and the food you eat will teach you to be poisoned! Poisoned!" Mr. Qian said in one breath, She closed her eyes, her lips trembling slightly.

Ruiquan was taken aback.Dazed, he suddenly stood up, rushed over to Mr. Qian, knelt down and kowtowed: "Uncle Qian! I always thought you were just an idler who could only chatter! Now...I apologize to you!" When Mr. Qian expressed anything, he quickly stood up. "Uncle Qian, I plan to leave too!" "Let's go?" Mr. Qian looked at Ruiquan carefully. "Okay! You should go, you can go! Your heart is hot and your body is good!" "You have nothing else to say?" Ruiquan felt that Uncle Qian was cuter than anyone else, cuter than his parents and elder brother.

"There is only one sentence! Don't be discouraged at any time! Once a person is discouraged, he only sees the faults of others, not his own depression and depravity! Remember, third child!" "I remember! After I leave, I just don't Don't worry, brother! Brother Ruixuan is so thoughtful and capable, but he is tired of his family and can't escape! At home, he can't tell anyone, but he has to smile and treat everyone like a family member! I After leaving, I hope you will often give him some comfort, uncle; he admires you the most!" "Then, don't worry! We can't move all the million people in Peiping away, there must be some left behind. We can't leave this time. The old, the weak, and the remnants of the army must have courage, almost as much as you can walk away. You are going forward against the shells, we are waiting for the chains to be put on us, and we will not lose our integrity! Come, I will have a glass of wine with you!" Mr. Qian fumbled under the table for a while, and found a wine bottle, light green, clear, like emeralds--the wormwood he brewed himself.Regardless of looking for a wine glass, he poured two halves of the tea bowl.Lifting his neck, he swallowed half a bowl of wine in one gulp, and smacked his lips a few times.

Ruiquan didn't have that much capacity for alcohol, but he didn't want to show weakness, so he drank it all in one gulp.The power of the wine immediately warmed from the tongue to the chest. "Uncle Qian!" Ruiquan swallowed a few breaths before saying, "I don't necessarily want to say goodbye again, I have to keep it a little secret!" "Farewell? To be honest, after this farewell, I don't have any hope of seeing you again! The wind is bleak and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone!" Mr. Qian held the wine bottle with his hand, and his eyes twitched slightly. wet. The wine in Ruiquan's belly gradually dissipated, he was a little dizzy, and wanted to take a few deep breaths in an open place. "I'm leaving!" He almost didn't dare to look at Mr. Qian and walked out. Mr. Qian pressed his hand on the wine bottle and stared blankly.It wasn't until Ruiquan walked out of the house that he chased after him.He opened the street door for Ruiquan without a word, and watched Ruiquan go out; then, he closed the door gently and let out a long sigh. Ruiquan ate half a bowl of wine a little too much, and his blood flowed quickly in the cold wind, as if the river had opened its gates.Standing under the black shadow of the locust tree, his mind was like a revolving lantern, with many seemingly related and unrelated scenes galloping continuously.He saw that it was after dinner, when the lights were bright, on Meishi Street, in the area around Xianyukou, people with the smell of wine and hot faces, belching loudly and satisfied, were crowding into the theatre.In the theatre, under the bright lights that make people headache, Xiaowu opera is being sung.In a flash, he saw again: from Dong'an Market, from Beiheyan, a pair of young men and women, leaning on shoulders, with flowers of love in their eyes, going to True Light, or Guanglu, or Ping'an Movie Theater; Hulu Hulu ringing music, or love songs.He also saw small boats on the North Sea, swaying in the shadow of lights and lotus leaves; sitting and walking under the ancient cypresses in Zhongshan Park, modern ladies and gentlemen.At this time, everything should be bustling with rickshaws, horse-drawn carriages, trams, and cars, all running around. A cool wind blew his phantom away.He listened carefully, but there was no sound in the street.The most frequently heard tram bells and peddlers' cries are all stopped today.Peking is weeping! Suddenly, there was a light on the top of the locust tree, and as if in a dream, he suddenly saw many ridges.The light suddenly flashed away again, and the eyes were still black, even darker than before.In the distant sky, suddenly another ray of light flashed across the sky, flickering back and forth quickly; then, another ray intersected with the previous ray, and stopped for a while; white cross.The stars lost their brilliance, and the strange eyes of the invaders shot the dark night of Peking from outside the city.The whole city is silent, let this strange eye -- the searchlight -- show its power! Ruiquan lost half of his drunkenness, and his face was wet with tears at some point.He is not a man who likes to cry.However, the drunkenness, silence, and trembling white light merged with his beating heart, forcing tears out unconsciously.He didn't bother to wipe his eyes.With some tears on his face, he felt a little more comfortable in his heart. Number Three's door opened.Miss Zhaodi came out, stood on the steps, raised her head and looked upwards, probably looking for those white lights.She is small, as small and handsome as her father.Her eyes are the most beautiful, with deep double eyelids, a pair of very bright and dark eyes, and any part of the eyeballs turned into the orbit is obviously smart and charming.Without these eyes, although she looks very well-proportioned and delicate, there is nothing special about her that attracts attention.Her eyes move her whole body, her eyes cover up all her shortcomings, her eyes can express the most inexpressible thoughts and emotions for her mouth, her eyes can replace her heart and Lovely flowers bloom in the brain.Although she has no profound knowledge, no admirable personality and actions, but her eyes will make her conquer everything; seeing her eyes, people forget to think about other things, and only think she is cute.The light in her eyes will go to people's hearts and make people go crazy at once. She is now wearing a very short white silk gown, very short and wide, without a collar.Her white neck was completely exposed, and her small chin was turned up; it was like a fairy looking up at the sky to see what was going on.The light in the courtyard shone on the big locust tree, and the green color of the big locust tree was folded onto her white silk gown, giving the gown a little gray, like a shadow rubbed lightly with a pencil.This little shadow could not hide the luster of the silk, so the mixture of light and shadow made the robe tremble slightly, and the furry dragonfly's wings fluttered in the air. Ruiquan's heart beat faster.He walked over almost without thinking.He walked very lightly and quickly, standing in front of her as if he had fallen from the sky.This, startling her, put her hand on her chest. "You?" She put her hand down, and a pair of darker and brighter eyes fixed on his face because of panic. "Go for a while?" Ruiquan said softly. She shook her head, and said apologetically, "I was locked up in Beihai that day, and I dare not take any more risks!" "Do we still have a chance to visit Beihai?" "Why not?" She put her right hand on the door frame and asked with her face turned slightly.Ruiquan didn't answer her.He was very confused. "Papa said it wasn't that serious!" "Ugh!" There was surprise and disgust in his tone. "Look at your strength! Come in, let's make a few rounds of small cards, shall we? It's so boring!" She moved forward a little. "I won't! See you tomorrow!" As if dribbling forward, he ran to the front of his house in two or three steps.He opened the door and looked back, she was still standing there.He wanted to go back and talk to her a few more words, but he closed the door with a bang as if angry. He hardly slept well all night.Intellectually, he is willing to resolutely cut off all love - between men and women, parents, brothers, and friends - and throw himself into the waves of war to fulfill his little responsibilities to the country.But love and love -- especially love -- always managed to squeeze its way into his reason, and taught him to make a way for himself where there was no way.He thought: If he could escape from Peiping with Zhaodi and take up the work in the War of Resistance together, how wonderful it would be!He swore to himself that he decided not to fall in love while the war was still in progress.He only hopes to have a girlfriend he loves who can walk and work with him.If he can do this, his work must be particularly outstanding! Zhaodi's language and attitude made him very disappointed.He never expected that on the day when the city fell, she would still think about playing cards! Thinking about it again, he forgave Zhaodi again, and blamed all the crimes on her parents.He couldn't believe that her nature was unbearable.If she really loved him, he thought that he would be able to use words, deeds, and love to influence her and teach her to be a useful little woman. vomit!Even if her nature is not good, she is still cute!Whenever he met her he felt his body and mind absorbed into her black eyes; she was everything and he was nothing.He only felt happy, warm, and a kind of life agitation that no one else could give him.In front of her, he felt that he was a tender green frog lying on the small round water lily leaves in the lotus pond.All around him is fragrance, beauty, and tenderness! to her!The Japanese have already entered the city, so you still want to do this?Nothing!He closed his eyes tightly. However, he couldn't sleep.You thought it over again, but still couldn't figure it out. After thinking about it once, twice, three times, he himself felt impatient, but he still couldn't fall asleep. He began to think for her: If she stayed in Peiping, what would she be like?Maybe, her father will give her to the Japanese because of seeking an official position!Thinking of this, he sat up abruptly.Teach her to serve the Japanese?Teach her to give beauty, tenderness, and a thousand and ten thousand wonderful voices, eyes, and movements to the beast? However, what can he do if his speculation unfortunately turns out to be true?Still have to fight the Japanese devils first, right?He put his back on the bed again.The first time the cock crows!He silently counted one, two, three, four...