Chapter 12 11

A person born in a certain culture may not know what that culture is, just like a fish in water, he cannot jump out of the water to see clearly what the water is.If he himself cannot fully understand his own culture objectively, then others who can observe objectively, and because they live outside this culture, it is extremely difficult to taste its taste, and often judge him beautiful because of a little rouge. Or a few pockmarks to conclude that he is ugly.Unfortunately, if the observer is eager to collect some information to prove a prejudice in his mind, he may only look at the pockmarked ones and close his eyes to the rouged ones.

Japanese people are very careful.For a long time, they have observed and investigated everything in China very carefully, and they claim to be the people who understand the Chinese people best.They may be more aware of China's industrial, mining, agricultural, commercial and military situations than the Chinese, but if they want to use those figures as the basis for understanding Chinese culture, it is like taking a travel guide and trying to compose a poem about appreciating mountains and rivers. Come.At the same time, in order to practice deceit and deceit, most of the Chinese they contacted were the dregs of the Chinese nation.These scum, unfortunately, gave them some convenience, and they thought that knowing these people meant knowing all Chinese people, and thus concluded that there is no etiquette, justice, honesty and shame in Chinese culture, but only male thieves and female prostitutes.International friendship is the real basis for understanding cultures. Only by understanding and respecting each other's cultures can there be peace in the world.The Japanese method, on the contrary, is like a thief who goes to a big house to steal, and by bribing a dog or two he steals something valuable; from then on, he thinks that everything in the house should be his, And thought that there were only one or two dogs in the house that could be bought with steamed buns.This taught the Japanese a big loss.Their carefulness, shrewdness, hard work, and bravery have all become hard-working because of those two dogs. They have become habitual thieves, and thieves and thieves will be judged by all mankind!

They did not expect that after the fall of Pingjin, there would be a full-scale war of resistance in China.In the minds of their soldiers, they thought that if they had robbed Pingjin with guns, they could use the method of military occupation. On the one hand, they pretended to wait for a political settlement, and on the other hand, they carried out robbery and filled their pockets with gold and silver.In this way, they can not only achieve the goal of making a fortune, but also make the military's reputation continue to increase in their country.Therefore, the war of resistance in Shanghai made the enemy bandits in Pingjin panic.They had to go to war on the one hand and stabilize Pingjin on the other; they couldn't take all the treasures of Pingjin with them to fight.How to stabilize Pingjin?They didn't have much preparation in advance.Wanton massacres are of course the simplest and quickest way. However, with the Nanjing government's all-out war of resistance, they began to feel that massacres might be dangerous. Guard Pingjin.If at this time, they could see clearly that since China dared to resist the war, it must be because in addition to military calculations, there is still available popular support, and in the material losses, they have the unbearable determination, and they will withdraw their troops in time to prevent the war. plunge themselves into the bottomless abyss.However, they do not believe that China is a country with a profound culture, but only estimate everything by the number of guns.The greatest tragedy of human beings is that each other estimates their value by force, like a bear or a dog, always wanting to test their own strength, while ignoring that wisdom is the most valuable and truly valuable.

The Pingjin political organization that has been brewing for a long time, outside the half-dead government affairs committee, only came out of the useless local maintenance committee and the city government that maintained the ground for the Japanese.The Japanese soldiers were very unhappy, because such a crude scene was quite detrimental to the dignity of the "Empire".The traitors were very unhappy, because there were so few people in the early stage, and they only liked it for nothing, and they couldn't all become officials immediately like a swarm of bees.Ironic people call this a puppet show, but in fact a puppet show also needs to be well-dressed, complete with gongs and drums, and must be complete; this is not a puppet show, but just a monkey show with one gong, one sheep, and one monkey.How ridiculous and pathetic it is to use money, painstaking effort, and human life in exchange for only a monkey trick!

After hearing John Ding's words, Guan Xiaohe decided to join the monkey show, and put aside the full-scale war of resistance, and never considered it again.Now that the mayor and the chief of police had announced it, he decided to campaign with the city government and the police station.He doesn't know anything about municipal administration and police administration, but he always thinks that being an official is a special skill, and he doesn't care if he has any special knowledge. He and Da Chibao ran for another three or four days, but still had no results.In desperation, Xiaohe found some reason to forgive himself: "I see, maybe the battle in Shanghai was just for everyone to see, but in his heart he still made peace. After the peace was made, the officials in Beiping were still appointed by Nanjing." , so now Beiping is much more attractive. Otherwise, with our little ability, experience, and ability to do things, how could we just miss it?"

"Put your shit on!" Da Chibao was also unhappy, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat. "Where is your ability? Let me ask you! If you really have the ability, as soon as you go out, reach out and get an official to have a look at you! Don't say that you are a wimp, just vent your anger by guessing wildly! It’s growing, is it okay to be discouraged now? Straighten your spine, what are you going to do!" Mr. Guan smiled sadly.In order not to quarrel with his wife, he secretly decided: No matter what method he uses, he must get an official to teach her to know!

At this time, true news and rumor-like news came blowing into Peiping like gusts of wind in different directions and different temperatures.Peiping has died in the hearts of the people of the world, but the people of Peiping are still alive with China, and their hearts are still beating with the heroic resistance of all parts of China.The Volunteer Army in the Northeast was active again, the enemy at Nankou suffered two thousand casualties, our army in Qingdao repelled the enemy who landed, and Shijiazhuang was bombed... These true and false news, one after another, spread all over the country in a short time city.What especially excited the people in Xiaoyangpen was a young driver who drove a truck into a mountain stream near the south entrance. The young man and the thirty Japanese soldiers on board were all smashed into meat paste.Who are the youth?Nobody knows.However, people guessed that it must be the second young master of the Qian family.He was young, he drove in Beijing, and he never came home... These facts gave strong evidence to their guess, it must be him!

However, the street gate of Qian's house was still tightly closed, and they had no way to inquire about the news.They can only look at the two doors without door gods and not much paint, to express their respect and admiration! Ruixuan was both surprised and happy when he heard people's mutterings.He often heard from his grandmother that when the Eight-Power Allied Forces entered the city in the Year of Gengzi, many high-ranking people and their families committed suicide and were martyred.No matter what their psychology of martyrdom is, he always thinks that daring to die is a manifestation of integrity.This time when the Japanese invaded Beiping, people seemed to be smarter than in the Year of the Gengzi. Except for the soldiers who died in battle, there were no officials or people who died in battle.Is this really smart?He couldn't be sure.Now, hearing that Second Young Master Qian had acted more heroically and meaningfully than committing suicide and martyrdom, he felt that the people of Peiping were not as ruthless as himself, but had heroes too.He believed this to be true, because old man Qian had told Ruiquan about the second young master's decision not to go home.At the same time, he was deeply afraid that this matter would affect the whole family of the Qian family, if everyone casually nominated the spread of the Taoist surname because of their admiration for Qian Zhongshi.He asked fourth master Li to go.

Fourth Master Li agreed and secretly told everyone not to make any noise, and praised: "If we are all like the Second Young Master Qian, let alone the little Japan, even the big Japan would not dare to flirt with us!" Ruixuan originally wanted to go and see Mr. Qian, but he didn't. First, he was afraid of drawing the attention of the neighbors, and second, he was afraid that Mr. Qian didn't know about it yet, so he would make the old man feel uneasy if he said it. Fourth Master Li went to ask everyone, and everyone felt that they should pay attention to this.However, before he met Xiao Cui, Xiao Cui had already told You Tongfang.Although Xiao Cui offended Mr. Guan and Da Chibao, You Tongfang and Gaodi still took his car; Tongfang was sympathetic to the poor, so she deliberately hired his car and gave him more money. It was not in vain to teach Xiao Cui to be slapped in the face of Da Chi Bao; Gaodi deliberately rebelled against his mother, the more his mother hated Xiao Cui, the more she took his car.

Sitting in Xiao Cui's car, Tong Fang always liked to chat with him.At home, all housework is handled by Da Chi Bao, and Tong Fang can't interfere.Although she is married, she cannot be a housewife. She feels like a whore living in a hotel!Therefore, she loves to ask Xiao Cui about her parents, and envies Xiao Cui's wife—although she is poor and often beaten, she is a housekeeper and housewife.As for Xiao Cui, he not only reported housekeeping to Tongfang, but also talked about the situation in the neighborhood.Following his usual example, he also told her what he was proud of. "Mrs. Guan!" Not in front of the Guan family, he would always address her as Mrs., just to show that it was good for good. "A strange thing happened in our alley!"

"What wonder?" she asked, to give him more breath. "I heard that the second master of the Qian family fell to death a carload of Japanese soldiers!" "Really? From whom?" "Everyone says that!" "Drink! He can do it!" "People in Peking are not all wimps!" "And what about himself?" "Of course I'm going to die too! It's a desperate thing!" Tong Fang returned home and told Gao Di these words in a meaningful way, but was overheard by her younger brother Zhao.Zhaodi told Mr. Guan again as if "the agency's special telegram". After listening to the report of recruiting his younger brother, Xiaohe was not moved at all.He just thinks that Second Young Master Qian is a bit stupid: a person only has one life, and it doesn't count to spare himself in order to kill someone else!Apart from this point of criticism, he didn't attach much importance to this special telegram.By the way, he told Da Chibao. If Da Chi Bao decides to do something, he will dream about it even in his dreams.Right now, her mind is completely preoccupied with Guan Xiaohe's sports officer, so when there is a gust of wind, or a magpie comes up from the eaves, she thinks it has something to do with Mr. Guan's official career.After hearing about Qian Ershao, she immediately made a new decision. "Xiao He!" Her eyes blinked, and her face was covered with a solemn and mysterious look, just like the Empress Dowager discussing national affairs with cabinet ministers. "Report! This is your way in!" Xiaohe was stunned.Teach him to take bribes, he dares to do it; but he doesn't have the guts to kill people directly. "What's the matter? You!" Da Chibao interrogated. "To report? Then the house must be ransacked!" Xiaohe felt that if the Qian family was ransacked and all died under the knife, Mr. Qian would definitely come to haunt him! "You loose-headed guy! You have to take care of your own future, why do you care whether others ransacked the house or not! Besides, you have been nailed by old man Qian and want to take revenge? This is your chance!" Hearing "revenge", he moved a little.He thought that Qian Moyin shouldn't be so repulsive to others; then, if the Qian family was really ransacked, it would be their own fault--probably they wouldn't be haunted after death!He also figured it out: Qian Moyin's stinking and hard smell is not because of his relationship with the Japanese, but because of his connection with Nanjing.So, if Nanjing really wins and Moyin gains power, will there be any benefits for him—Guan Xiaohe? "Is this news true?" he asked. "Tong Fang heard about it, ask her!" Da Chi wrapped Yizhi. The result of interrogating Tong Fang did not convince Xiao He that the news was absolutely true.He didn't want to ask for a reward with credible and suspicious news.The big red bag has another view: "It doesn't matter whether it's true or false, just sue him! Even if the news is false, it doesn't matter. Our news is false, but our heart is not false; it is not a bit of a shame to teach the higher-ups to know that we are sincerely facing the Japanese." Is it good? If you are timid, I will go!" Xiaohe was still not quite at ease, but she didn't dare to work for the Queen's personal conquest, so she agreed. Tong Fang quickly told Gao Di again.Gaudí turned on the mill in the house.Zhongshi, the hero of her fantasy, really became a hero.She felt that this hero should belong to her.However, he is dead.Her love, prophecy, and beautiful dreams all came to nothing!If she doesn't have to go to a nunnery, and if there is still work for her in the world, she should first rescue the Qian family.But how would she go to see Mr. Qian?Mr. Qian didn't come out often, and the street gate was always tightly closed; if she called the door, her family would hear her.Write a letter and slip it in through the door?It's not appropriate either.She had to meet Mr. Qian in person before she could speak in detail and earnestly.She went to ask Tongfang for help.Tong Fang suggested climbing over the wall.She said, "Isn't there a small locust tree on the west side of our south house? Once you get on the locust tree, you can reach the wall!" Gaudí was willing to take such a risk.Because of Zhongshi's sacrifice, her heart was full of fantastic thoughts.She thought that Zhongshi's death was inspired by her spirit, so she should do something extraordinary after his death.She decided to climb the wall, and asked Tongfang to watch the wind for her. It was about nine o'clock.Mr. Guan has not come back yet.Da Chibao had a headache and went to bed early.Zhaodi is reading a love novel in the house.Gaudi decided to take this opportunity to go to the west courtyard.She told Tong Fang to listen to the door, because she didn't have to climb the wall when she came back. There were tiny beads of sweat on her short nose, and her hands and lips were trembling slightly.The danger of climbing the wall and the suddenness of her actions made her excited, brave, and a little scared.Climbing to the other side of the wall, she can see the hero's house; although the hero is dead, she can still see some relics of the hero; she should ask for one or two, as a souvenir!Thinking of that, her heart beat faster; if Tong Fang hadn't given her a hand, she would not have been able to climb that little tree.After climbing the tree, her mind became clearer, and the danger drove away all illusions.Her eyes were wide open, and she firmly grasped the wall with trembling hands. It was with great difficulty that she turned away.Turning around, with her hands on the wall and her feet in the air, she just gasped for breath and forgot about everything else.She didn't dare to look down, and didn't dare to let go, she just closed her eyes and struggled to hang there.For a long time, she was lost in her mind, and her hand was let go due to weakness, and she fell to the ground.She was tall, and the ground in the west courtyard was quite soft due to the flowers, so she only felt a shock in her heart, but her legs and feet didn't hurt.At this time, she was much more awake and her heart was beating fast.Turning around again, she saw clearly: the rest of the rooms were dark, only the west room of the north room had a little light.The light was blocked by curtains, and only a little bit came through.In the courtyard, the heights are uneven, and the clumps are full of flowers and plants; in the faint light, they look like some crouching people.Gaudí's heart beat faster; she was bold, covering her chest with her hands, and slowly moved forward tentatively with her feet, with the bottom skirt hanging on branches like thorns from time to time.With great difficulty, she moved outside the north room, where two people were talking softly.She held her breath and squatted under the window.The voices in the room were one old and one young, the old one (she thought) must be Mr. Qian, and the young one must be Mr. Qian.After listening for a while, she could tell that the young man did not have a Peking accent, but someone from Jiaodong.This aroused her curiosity, and she wanted to stand up to see if there was any gap in the curtain.Eager to stand up, she forgot the window sill and put her head on it.She only spat out "Ouch", but it was heard in the room.The lights went out immediately.After a short while, Mr. Qian's voice asked, "Who?" She panicked, covering her chest with one hand, pressing her head with the other, and half squatted and half stood there. Mr. Qian came out gently, and asked in a low voice, "Who?" "Me!" she replied in a low voice. Mr. Qian was startled: "Who are you?" Gao Di stood up attentively: "Hold down! I am the young lady next door, and I have something to tell you." "Come in!" Mr. Qian went in first and lit the lamp. Gaudí's right hand was still touching the bag on his head, and he walked in slowly. Mr. Qian was originally wearing a short jacket, but hurriedly found a big shirt and put it on, but buttoned a wrong button. "Miss Guan? Where did you get in?" There was dew on the first foot, the clothes were hung by flower branches and there were several holes, there was a bag on the head, and the hair was messed up. Looking at myself and Mr. Qian, I thought it was very funny.She smiled. Mr. Qian's attitude was still calm, but he felt a little inexplicable in his heart, and he blinked and stared at her blankly. "I jumped over the wall, Uncle Chamber!" She found a small stool and sat down. "Jump over the wall?" The poet glanced out. "Why jumping over the wall?" "There is something important!" She felt that Mr. Qian was so honest and cute, and she shouldn't be suffocating him anymore. "About Zhongshi!" "How about Zhongshi?" "Uncle, don't you know?" "No idea! He didn't come back!" "Everyone said, everyone said..." She lowered her head, stunned. "What are you talking about?" "It is said that he killed a carload of Japanese soldiers!" "Really?" The old man showed his greasy black teeth, and opened his mouth a little, waiting for her answer. "Everyone says that!" "Whoa! What about him?" "and also……" The old man lowered his head slowly, and moved his eyes to the side, not daring to look at her again.Gaudí stood up hastily, thinking that the old man was about to cry.The old man suddenly raised his head again, he didn't cry, but his eyes were moist.After poking his nose, he reached out to touch the wine bottle under the table. "Miss, you..." He didn't speak very clearly, and he added the second half of the sentence - don't you drink wine? -- swallowed it back.Hou Dundun's hands trembled slightly, he poured half a teacup of Yin Chen wine, and swung his neck to take a big gulp.Wiping his mouth with his cuff, his eyes lit up, he looked at the high place, and said in a low voice: "Good death! Good!" Hiccupped, he bit his upper and lower lip with his black teeth. "Uncle Qian, you have to go!" "Walk?" "Let's go! Everyone is arguing about this matter now. If it gets into the ears of the Japanese, wouldn't it be a crime to destroy the family?" "Ugh!" Mr. Qian suddenly smiled, and picked up the wine again. "I have nowhere to go! This is my home and my grave! Besides, when the knife is on my neck, if I dodge it, it would be too brave! Miss, I thank you! Please go back! How to get there ?" Gaudi felt very uncomfortable.She couldn't tell Mr. Qian about her parents' poisonous tricks, and Mr. Qian was so pure, upright, and cute.She forgot all the fantasies formed by many days, forgot her fictitious love for Zhongshi, and forgot that she was coming to see the "Hero's House", she was facing a lovely old man who was going to suffer; She should try to save him.However, she couldn't think of an idea for a while.She hid the uneasiness in her heart with a little smile, and said: "I don't need to jump over the wall anymore, do I?" "Of course! Of course! I'll open the door for you!" He drank the rest of the wine in the glass first, then shook his body slightly, as if his hair was dizzy. Gaudi supported him.He collected himself and said, "It doesn't matter! I'll open the door!" He started to walk out.As he walked, he muttered: "Good death! Good death! My..." He didn't dare to call out his son's name, put his hand on the door frame of the house, and stood there for a while.The jasmine and evening primrose in the courtyard gave off a strong fragrance, and he took a deep breath. Gaudi couldn't understand the complex feelings in the old poet's heart, but only felt that everything about Mr. Qian was different from his father.The difference she felt was not in the clothes and appearance, but in some indescribable aura. Mr. Qian was like an ancient book, magnanimous, elegant, and dignified.Once inside the gate, she said something from her heart: "Uncle Qian, don't be sad!" Old Man Qian agreed twice, but remained silent. After leaving the gate, Gao Difei seemed to run a few steps.Her motivation for jumping over the wall is out of fun, adventure, and secret love; saving Mr. Qian is only part of it.Now, she feels fulfilled and enthusiastic, and forgets about Zhongshi, but only remembers Mr. Qian; she would like to tell Tong Fang all about it immediately.Tong Fang was waiting for her inside the door, and opened the door before calling. Mr. Mo Yin stood outside the gate, looked up at the dense black leaves of the big locust tree, and sighed.Suddenly, with an idea, he quickly ran to the door of Qi's house.Just in time for Ruixuan to close the gate, he called Ruixuan out. "Do you have time? I have a few words to talk to you!" He asked in a low voice. "Yes! If you hadn't come, I would have closed the door and gone to sleep! I have nothing to do, and I can't even read a book!" Ruixuan answered correctly in a low voice. "Okay! Come to me!" "I'll go in and say something." Mr. Mo Yin went back first, and waited for Ruixuan in the doorway.Ruixuan came right after him. Although he hadn't walked a few steps, he was a little out of breath; he knew that Mr. Qian must have something important to visit at night. In the house, Mr. Qian held Ruixuan's hand and called out, "Ruixuan!" He wanted to talk to Ruixuan about Zhongshi.Not only to talk about Zhongshi's death, but also to tell Ruixuan everything about his son - what he was like when he was young, how he went to school, what he likes to eat....However, he swallowed a few breaths, let go of his hand, and moved his lips slightly, as if saying to himself: "What are you doing talking about that!" After making a gesture, he asked Ruixuan to sit down, and Mr. Qian put his hands together. Putting his elbows on the table, facing Ruixuan's, he said in a low voice and earnestly: "I want to ask you to do me a favor!" Ruixuan nodded and didn't ask anything; he felt that as long as Uncle Qian taught him to help, he should immediately agree. Mr. Qian pulled a small stool over and sat down, his face still facing Ruixuan, and he closed his eyes for a while.When he opened his eyes, he felt much more peaceful, and the flesh on his face loosened a little. "The night before yesterday," he said in a low and peaceful voice, "I couldn't sleep. This whole journey has caused me insomnia every night! I think that people who have lost their country should at least have insomnia! If they couldn't sleep, I went outside the door. Going for a walk. Gently opened the door, I saw a person standing close to the pagoda tree! I hurried back. You know, I don’t like to say hello to my neighbors. Back, I thought about it: this He was not like his neighbors. Although I did not see his face clearly, in his overall outline, he was not like anyone I knew. This aroused my curiosity. I am not nosy people with insomnia, but people with insomnia have very delicate brains, and I can't help but want to see who he is and what he is doing under the tree." At this point, he closed his eyes again, and then poured the remaining drops from the cup into his mouth , smacking the taste. "I didn't think he was a thief or a bandit, because I had nothing of value to be afraid of stealing. I didn't think he was a beggar either. I thought he must have a bigger problem than having no food or clothing. There was a small crack in the door, and I looked out with one eye. Sure enough, as I expected, he had great difficulties. He walked back and forth very slowly under the locust tree, stood still for a while, and looked up. Look; after a while, he lowered his head and walked slowly. After walking for a long time, he suddenly walked towards the blocked door of Lucy very quickly. He began to untie his belt! I waited, waited cruelly! Waiting for him to take off the belt Don't go out until it's tied up; I'm afraid I'll scare him away if I go out too early!" "That's right!" Ruixuan didn't want to interrupt the old man's words, but seeing that the corners of the old man's mouth had froth, he inserted a word or two to teach the old man to take a breath. "I ran out very fast!" Mr. Mo Yin's eyes lit up. "Hug him around the waist at once! He got angry and punched me twice. I called my friend softly! He stopped struggling, and his whole body trembled. If he keeps struggling with me, I must let go, he is young and strong! Come! I let go and said this. He came in with me like a lamb!" "Still here?" Mr. Qian nodded. "What does he do?" "poet!" "poet?" Mr. Qian smiled: "I said he looks like a poet. He is really a soldier. His surname is Wang, the platoon leader of Wang. He fought in the city and failed to retreat. He had no money and only wore a ragged trousers coat. It was not easy to escape. When he got up, he was afraid of hurting others, and he was afraid of being captured by the enemy, so he wanted to kill himself. He would rather die than be a prisoner! I said he was a poet, but he didn't know how to write poetry; They're all called poets; he and I get on pretty well. It's this man's business that I've asked you to come. We've got to try and teach him to get out of town. I can't think of a way, and, moreover," the old gentleman paused again. up. "And, how? Uncle Chamber!" The old man's voice was so low that it was almost hard to hear: "Besides, I'm afraid that he will suffer from me! You know, Zhong Shi," Mr. Qian choked in his throat: "Zhong Shi, maybe he is dead! Maybe I I have to pay for my life! It is said that he threw a carload of Japanese soldiers to death. The Japanese are so small, how can they spare me for nothing! Unfortunately, they came to my door and found Wang Pai long?" "Who told you that Zhongshi is dead?" "Don't worry about it!" "Uncle, shouldn't you hide for a while?" "I don't think about that! I have no power to kill the enemy and avenge my shame. I can only stay in danger. How can I accompany my son when he dies? I think the Japanese will find out that he is my son, and I will You cannot deny that he is my son! Yes, as long as they arrest me, I will tell them loudly that it was Qian Zhongshi who killed you, my son! Well, let’s not talk about this anymore, but let’s Quickly decide how to teach Platoon Commander Wang to escape from the city immediately. He is a soldier, he will kill the enemy, we cannot teach him to die here!" Ruixuan touched his face with his hands, thinking carefully. Mr. Qian poured half a glass of wine and drank it slowly. After thinking for a long time, Ruixuan suddenly stood up. "I'll go home for a while and discuss with the third child; I'll be right back." "Okay! I'm waiting for you!"