Chapter 35 34

He was left alone, and he suddenly felt that the room was very big, so empty that it was even a little scary.There was nothing in the room before, but now it is obviously empty, as if something is missing.He closed his eyes.He is more comfortable.In his heart, the middle-aged man was still lying on the ground, and the young man and woman were still sitting in the corner.With them, he felt a little more dependable.He thought about their voices, appearances, and encounters carefully.From this, he thought about the future of that young man—what would he do?Are you going to join the army?Or... No matter what the young man is doing, he has given him the best advice anyway.If his advice is accepted, the young man will surely deal with the enemy like Zhong Shi did.Yes, the enemy is an infectious disease, Zhongshi and all young people should be turned into disinfectants!Thinking of this, he opened his eyes.The room is not so empty, it is still so small, so strong; it is no longer a small prison cell, but the birthplace of resisting the enemy and destroying the enemy.The enemy killed the middle-aged man and the beautiful girl for no reason, really; but only such random slaughter creates hatred and inspires revenge.The enemy did it right!If not, how could he have anything to do with the rise and fall of the country because he, a nerd who can only make some wine and play with flowers and plants?

His heart calmed down.He was no longer angry at the cruelty of his enemies.This is not the time to be reasonable, but the time to see who can kill whom.It is true that his feet are in irons, his teeth are already working several times, and his body is locked in this death-making hut; but his heart has never been so full as it is now.His body was imprisoned in a hut, but his spirit flew to history, to all places in China where wars were fought.He was unarmed, but he still had breath.He has persuaded a youth that he will wait here for many more, to strengthen them with his breath, to encourage them, until that breath is interrupted by the enemy.If he could walk out alive, he hoped that his bones would be crushed with the enemy's, like Zhongshi!

He forgot his poems, paintings, wine, flowers, and his body, and only felt that he was that breath.He even thought the hut was beautiful.It is his own, and it is also the prison of many people, and it is also the connection point between personal destiny and national destiny.Looking at the shackles on his feet and touching the wound on his face, he smiled.He decided to devour the rice ball brought to him, so as to resist the merciless whipping with the little nourishment it gave.He must live; live to die!He pinned all his hopes on a piece of wood like a man who has fallen into the water.He can't, absolutely can't, want to die again.He hadn't really been alive before; what kind of flowers and grasses are really like a handful of sand, falling out casually.Now he has life, this life is real, it will bleed, it will hurt, and it will shoulder the responsibility as heavy as Mount Tai.

For five or six days, he was not tried.At first, he was very anxious; when he was slow, he saw clearly: whether to interrogate or not, the power lies with the enemy, so what's the use of being anxious?He suppressed his anger.A bunch of straw came in through the crack of the door, and he put it on the ground, and took out one or two if nothing happened, and played with it.In the heart of the grass, he found a small worm, and he carefully put the worm on the ground, as if he had found a new friend.Chong lay there obediently, only curling up a little.He looked at it and couldn't think of anything that would make the worm more lively, happy, any more.As if apologizing, he whispered to the worm: "You thought it was safe in the straw, but it fell into my hands! I used to feel safe too, but everything about me is just a straw! Don't be angry, your life My life and mine are both big; but if we can protect ourselves, our life is bigger! I'm sorry I disturbed you! But who told you to trust straw?"

It was on the very night that the bug was caught that he was sent for trial.The place of interrogation is upstairs.A very large room, like a classroom.The light in the room was very dim, but just as he entered the door, a very strong light suddenly came from the opposite side, blinding him for a while.He was pulled to the judge's case before he opened his eyes again; at a glance he saw three glowing green faces—they were all disguised.The three green faces did not move, and the six eyes stared at him together, like three cats looking at a mouse together.All of a sudden, the three heads leaned forward together, showing their white teeth.

He looked at them without moving.He is a Chinese poet who has never believed in "strange powers and chaotic gods", let alone playing tricks.He thought it was ridiculous for the Japanese to play tricks in a serious manner.He didn't laugh, because he also admired the Japanese's ability to be as sincere as the devil! After performing all the tricks, the green kid sitting in the middle nodded slightly to the left and right, probably implying: "This is a powerful guy!" He began to ask, in blunt Chinese: "What's yours?" He blurted out to say: "I am a Chinese!" However, he controlled himself.He should take good care of his body, so as not to cause skin and bone damage due to temporary pleasure.At the same time, he couldn't think of any other suitable answer. "What's yours?" the kid asked again.Immediately afterwards, he explained what he meant: "You, the Communist Party?"

He shook his head.He really wanted to ask playfully: "The Nanjing government of the Anti-Japanese War was not owned by the Communist Party!" However, he controlled himself again. The green face on the left said: "August 1st, where is yours?" "At home!" "What are you doing at home?" After thinking about it: "I don't remember!" The green face on the left gave his eyes to the two green faces on the right: "This guy is amazing!" The green face on the right stretched out his neck, hissing like a snake: "You! You want to hit me hard!" !" Immediately afterwards, he retracted his neck and raised his right hand.

He—Old Man Qian—had a gust of wind behind him, and the whip hit his back like a red-hot iron bar. He fell forward and hit his head on the table.He couldn't control himself anymore, he roared like an angry tiger.He put his hand on the table: "Hit! Hit! I have nothing to say!" The three green faces gritted their teeth and smiled.They enjoyed the whoosh of the whip and the roar of the old man.They have no hatred against him, they cannot find out his crimes, they only want to see him being tortured, and they like to hear him shout; their profession, religion, and noble enjoyment are to beat innocent people.

The whip seems to be controlled by a machine, evenly, uninterruptedly, so accurately and powerfully.Slowly, the old man could only hum, exhaling like a horse with a broken leg, his eyeballs protruding so high.After being whipped a few more times, he felt sick and passed out. When he woke up, he was still in that hut.He was thirsty, but had no water to drink.The blood on his back has all stopped, but every time he moves, it seems like someone is tearing the scars.Enduring thirst and pain, he leaned his shoulders against the corner of the wall so that his back would not be pressed against the wall.He fainted intermittently.Every time he fainted, he felt his life radiating out like some steam.He no longer thinks about anything, and only calls his own name when he is about to pass out.He no longer distinguishes between day and night, forgets anger and resentment, he only calls to himself from time to time, as if reminding himself: "Live! Live!" In this way, when his life is flying into the darkness like a puff , you can hear your own call from a distance and then retreat.So he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes tightly, and kept the anger in his body.The rippling of life lessens the pain in his body; in half-death, he finds peace and relief.However, he refused to release himself just like that.He would rather endure the pain than hold on to life.He must live, live!

Japanese torture has become an art.It was a sunny afternoon when they summoned him for the second time.There was only one judge, in plain clothes.He sat in a tiny room with light green walls; the windows were all open, and the sunlight came in, hitting a pot of red hydrangea on the window sill.He was sitting next to a small table, which was covered with a dark green velvet blanket, and there was a very quaint little vase with an autumn flower in it.Next to the bottle, there are two small wine glasses and a bottle of light yellow wine.He held a volume of ancient Chinese poetry in his hand. When Mr. Qian walked in, he was still looking at the volume of poems, as if his heart had flown far away with the poems, and he forgot everything in front of him.When the old man approached, he put down the book in surprise and stood up quickly.He apologized again and again, and asked the "guest" to sit down.He speaks Chinese very fluently, and he reposts from time to time.

The old man sat down.The man inhaled again and again, poured wine into the glass, and when it was poured, he raised the glass first: "Please!" The old man raised his neck and drank the wine.The man also drank dry, and poured the wine again under his breath.After drinking the second cup, he smiled and said, "It's all a misunderstanding, misunderstanding! Please don't mind!" "What misunderstanding?" After drinking two glasses of wine, the old man felt hot all over his body.He wanted to say nothing, but the alcohol forced him to speak. The Japanese didn't give him a formal answer, but only smiled slyly; poured the wine again.Seeing the old man drink down the wine again, he said: "Do you know how to compose poetry?" The old man closed his eyes slightly as an answer. "New poetry? Or old poetry?" "New poems haven't been learned yet!" "Very good! We Japanese love old poetry!" The old man thought for a while, and then said: "The Chinese have taught you to write old poems, but you haven't learned new poems yet!" The Japanese laughed and laughed out loud.He raised his glass: "Let's make a toast to show that Japan and China share the same culture, honor and disgrace! We are brothers all over the world, and we are almost brothers!" The old man did not raise his glass. "Brother? If you come to kill us, you and I are enemies! Brother? A joke!" "Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding!" The man was still smiling, unnaturally. "They mess around, and even I'm not satisfied with them!" "Who are they?" "They—" the Japanese rolled his eyes. "I am your friend! I am willing to be your best friend, as long as you are willing to accept my kind advice! You see, you are an older generation of Chinese, drinking wine and reciting poems. I like you the most Such people! Although they can't help but act recklessly, they don't blindly blind themselves. They don't like your young people who can compose and read new poems; these people don't look very Chinese at all. , They were deceived by the British and Americans, and opposed Japan. This is extremely unwise! Japan's military force is invincible, if you dare to touch it, you will destroy yourself. Therefore, although I cannot stop them from using force, I also advise I can’t stop your young people from rebelling, but I am still determined to make more Chinese friends, friends like you. As long as you and I can see each other sincerely, we can slowly expand our power and influence, and make the relationship between Japan and China Do it well, and become a good friend who truly understands and helps each other, lives and dies together! What are you willing to do? You just say it, nothing is impossible! I have the power to release you, and let you achieve your desire to be an excellent student and become an official! "It's been a long time , the old man did not make a sound. "How?" The Japanese urged. "Ouch, I shouldn't be urging you! A real Chinese must take his time! Think about it slowly, shall we?" "I don't have to think about it! Willing to release me, please hurry up!" "What happened after I let you go?" "I don't agree to any conditions! Starving to death is a minor matter, but injustice is a major issue!" "Don't you think about it for me? I let you go for no reason, how can I explain it?" "That's up to you! I love my life very much, but I love my integrity even more!" "What integrity? We don't want to destroy China!" "Then what is the war for?" "That was a misunderstanding!" "Misunderstanding? Just misunderstand to the end! Unless history is a lie, one day, we will know what a misunderstanding is!" "Okay!" The Japanese slowly touched his face with his hand.His right eye was formed into a slit, while the left was open. "It's not a big deal to starve to death. You said, okay, you'll see when I'm hungry! You won't get any food for three days!" The old man stood up, feeling dizzy; holding on to the table, he regained his composure.The Japanese held out his hand, "Shall we shake hands?" The old man didn't say anything, and walked out slowly.He had already walked out of the house, and he was stopped again: "When will you figure it out, when will you let me know, I will be your friend!" Back in the hut, he didn't want to think about it any more, he just waited resolutely for hunger.Yes, the Japanese do torture people, wounding the outside and punishing the inside.He smiled instead. That night, three more prisoners came to the hut, all men in their 30s and 40s.From their terrified expressions, he knew that none of them were guilty; those who really did something wrong would quietly wait for the judgment.He didn't want to ask them anything, but only told them in a low voice: "You will be punished! You will die if you plead guilty, and you will die if you don't plead guilty. Why bother to be more merciful? There is no need to be afraid, the country is destroyed, and you should suffer! Be careful, if you can make it through, you will know how to take revenge!" For three days, there was nothing for him to eat.For three days, the three newcomers were tortured in turn, as if to show him.Hunger, pain, and the flesh and blood flying in front of him made him close his eyes without making a sound.He does not want to die, but since death has come, it is inconvenient for him to avoid it.He still didn't know what crime he had committed, and he didn't know why the Japanese insisted on persuading him to surrender. He was depressed.However, after three days of starvation, his mind became clearer; he saw clearly: no matter what the Japanese want to do, he should be firm anyway!If the Japanese say he is guilty, he is guilty, and he has to use his flesh and blood to receive the punishment. If the Japanese teach him to surrender, he is innocent. He sacrificed his life to preserve his integrity.Seeing this clearly, he felt that the matter was very simple, and there was no need to be depressed at all.He set up a metaphor for himself: If you meet a tiger, you don't need to reason with it, but you have to decide whether you dare to fight it or not!Don't think about why the tiger bites you, or why it doesn't bite you, you should try to fight it back! He misses his youngest son, Zhongshi.He couldn't even figure out why the Japanese never mentioned Zhongshi.Could it be that Zhongshi didn't do that glorious thing?Could it be that what Guan Xiaohe reported was another crime?If he was really arrested for Zhongshi's affairs, he would admit it without hesitation, and wait for the death penalty in peace.Yes, he is indeed willing to keep his life and do something more meaningful; however, in order to complement Zhongshi's heroism, he is not afraid of dying soon.The Japanese, however, did not mention Zhongshi, but persuaded him to surrender.What does that mean?Could it be that in the eyes of the Japanese, he looks like someone who can only surrender?Thinking of this, he became angry.Really, he lived for more than fifty years and did not do anything beneficial to the country and society.However, negatively, he has never done anything wrong to the country and society.Why do the Japanese see him as a traitor?vomit!vomit!He figured it out: the unclothed figures in landscape paintings are those who only listen to the piano and look at the flowers, aren't they the ones who stand by and do nothing about state affairs?The Japanese certainly like them.At most, they will retreat to the mountains and forests, "not eating millet"; they will never fight the Japanese desperately! "Good! Good! Good!" He said to himself, "Whether Zhongshi did or didn't do that thing, I should be a newcomer who is closely tied to the country to atone for the sin of standing idly by before. I am not implicated by state affairs, but because I was idle and lazy and missed state affairs; I deserve it! From today on, I must put life and death aside to save my life, so that I can completely give my life to the country!" Thinking about it this way, although his body was covered with dirt and scars, he felt that his whole body was transparent, like a big crystal. But the Japanese didn't stop torturing him because he was a crystal; even if he were a diamond, they tried to grind him down. He stood upright, upright, without grunting.When he couldn't take it anymore, he shouted: "Hit! Hit! I have nothing to say!" He gritted his teeth, but the teeth were knocked out.He passed out and they sprayed him with cold water to bring him back to life.They poured him cold water, buckets full, and then taught him to spit it out.They crushed his legs with sticks and burned his head with tinder.He endured it.His days passed slowly when he was awake; his days passed quickly when he passed out.He decided not to give in, he swallowed his life like a mouthful of saliva when he was about to spit it out. His interrogators changed almost every time.Different people use different punishments and ask different words.He no longer bothered to guess what crime he had committed.He could see that if he was willing to confess, he would have committed all the crimes, and if he confessed to any one, he could be separated from his body.On the other hand, if he is determined to persevere, he has not committed any crime, but is punished for refusing to falsely accuse himself.He also understood that the Japanese may not necessarily know what crimes he committed, but since they have captured him, it is inconvenient to let him out casually; it is good to hit him casually.Cats not only catch mice, sometimes they catch a beautiful and innocent bird, and play with it for a long time! His roommates came and went, he couldn't remember how many people there were.Whether they were released or killed when they left, he had no way of knowing.Sometimes, he passed out for a long time; when he opened his eyes again, the room had changed again.Looking at his bloody state, they seemed afraid to talk to him.As long as he still has a little strength, he encourages them, teaches them to remember hatred and prepare for revenge.This seemed to be the only purpose and mission he had to live on.He has completely forgotten himself, and only knows that he is a voice; as long as there is a breath, he will let out that voice-not wailing and pleading, but a signal to teach everyone to straighten their spines and raise their eyebrows. In the end, his strength could no longer support him.He had no pain, no memory; for several days, he was in a life-threatening coma. One day when the sun was already flat, he woke up.Opening his eyes, he saw a very decent man standing in the room looking at him intently.He closed his eyes again.In a daze, that person seemed to ask him something, and he couldn't remember how he answered it correctly.But he remembered that person pulled his hand very gently and affectionately, and he suddenly woke up; the heat from that hand seemed to reach his heart.He heard the man say, "They took me by mistake, and I'll be out in a while. I can save you. I'm helping, so let me tell you that you're helping too, okay?" He couldn't remember anything after that In a trance, he seemed to press a bucket on a booklet, promising never to tell others about all the tortures and tortures he had suffered.In the light, he was pushed outside a gate.He was lying on the base of the wall half asleep. The autumn wind was very cold, and it woke him up from time to time.His surroundings are dark, there are no pedestrians, and there are lights and dogs barking in the distance.He forgot everything in the past, and he didn't know what he was going to do in the future.What little strength he had left was only enough to make him crawl forward a few steps.He crawled forward desperately, not knowing where he was going, and not caring where he was going.With a soft hand, he fell to the ground again.He wasn't dead yet, but his limbs didn't have the strength to move any more.As if about to fall asleep, he suddenly saw a person - Guan Xiaohe. Like a drowning person who can see the whole life in an instant, he can recall everything very quickly.Guan Xiaohe is the leader of all this.A force he didn't know where he got made him raise his head again.He could see clearly: Behind him, that is, the place where he lived so many days, was Peking University.He decided to climb west, and Guan Xiaohe was on the west side.He didn't think of home, but only thought that he could find Guan Xiaohe in the west!Guan Xiaohe sent him to prison, and Guan Xiaohe would also take him back.He must be the first to teach Guan Xiaohe to see him, he is not dead yet! He crawled, he rolled, blood and sweat flowed from his body, and the sweat soaked the wounds so painfully, but he kept moving forward; there was always Guan Xiaohe in front of his eyes.Guan Xiaohe smiled and led him forward. He returned to the sheep pen with his last breath.He climbed through his street door.He does not know how he got into his own house, nor does he know his own house.When he woke up, he immediately thought of Guan Xiaohe again.Whoever hurts a good man is a sin who gets eternal life.He must immediately declare Guan Xiaohe's crimes... Slowly, he got to know people, and he could remember something about the past.He almost wanted to thank Guan Xiaohe.If it wasn't for Guan Xiaohe, he might have died on the road like a wounded wild dog.When he was able to laugh again, he often laughed at this matter——a murderer would save his victim so unexpectedly!He is very grateful to Ruixuan, Kim Sanye, and the four mothers for their care and service.However, his thoughts did not start with gratitude to them, but how to repay them.There was only one thing that hovered in his mind—he had to think about the whole process from being arrested to crawling out of prison.He thinks about it every day.The better the disease got, the more he thought about it.Yes, there are many, many small blanks, but gradually he has come up with a rough idea of ​​what happened.Gradually, as soon as he thinks of any event, he can immediately find the plot related to it, just like reciting "University" and "The Doctrine of the Mean" when he was young. Go on.This memorized story prevented him from forgetting what he should never forget—revenge because of his gradual recovery and the kindness and affection of his relatives and friends. Ruiyi asked him repeatedly, but he always refused to tell, not because he swore an oath to the enemy, but because he kept it in his heart, like keeping a rare treasure, unwilling to let the second person see it.Keep it strictly in his heart, so that he can strictly implement his revenge plan; scholars like to talk on paper, only talk but not implement; he is a scholar, he knows how to correct himself. During his imprisonment, the only thing he regretted was that he didn't remember who saved him.He vaguely remembered the person's appearance; he didn't remember the name, occupation, or where he was from; maybe he didn't ask at all.He didn't want to repay the favor; revenge was more important than repayment.Even so, he still wanted to know who it was; at least he felt that he should make another friend, and maybe that person would help him to take revenge. He also often thinks of his wife and children, but he does not miss them alone.He put them together with his imprisonment to increase the hatred in his heart.He doesn't deserve to be in jail and they don't deserve to die.But he was in prison and they died.This was not accidental, but because the Japanese wanted to capture him and kill them.He is a well-read person, and he should distinguish between grievances and grievances.If he only regards poisoning and killing as "destiny", he will no longer be able to live like a human being and die like a human being! After thinking about everything after being imprisoned, he began to think about the future. For the future, he has almost nothing to worry about, except for the placement of his daughter-in-law.She, in fact, is also easy to arrange.However, she was pregnant; he could forget everything, not just his unborn grandson or granddaughter.He can sacrifice himself, but not his offspring.He must take revenge, but he must also love his grandson.The other end of enmity is love, and their two ends can be turned back to meet one place, forming a circle. "Young Mistress!" He called softly. she walks in.He saw her for a long time before saying: "Can you walk? I will teach you to ask your father to go." She said yes right away.Her health has fully recovered, and there is a little red on her face.The scars in her heart have not healed, but for the sake of the baby in her womb and the sincere comfort of the fourth mother, she has decided not to cry casually or worry secretly, so as not to hurt the fetus. After she left, he sat up, closed his eyes and waited for Mr. Jin.He was eagerly looking forward to the arrival of Mr. Jin soon, but he regretted not telling his daughter-in-law not to leave in a hurry, but he muttered: "She will know how to pay attention! She will! Poor child!" After muttering several times, he I wanted to laugh at myself again: How can such a mother-in-law look like a person who wants to kill the enemy and take revenge! The young mistress left for about an hour before coming back.Mr. Jin's shiny red forehead was sweating, not because he came out, but because he came out in a hurry as his daughter rubbed it step by step.When he got to the house, he sighed: "If I want to follow her for a day, I will die of anxiety!" The young mistress has never been very talkative, but in front of her father, she can't help being coquettish: "I'm going to go!" "Okay! Okay! Go and have a rest!" Elder Qian's eyes shone kindly.On weekdays, he couldn't tell whether he liked her or didn't like her.He seems to have only one daughter-in-law, and there seems to be a curtain between his father-in-law and daughter-in-law.Now, he thinks she is the most pitiful and respectable person.All will perish, but she alone must live, that one more life may be added, a life that may make the dead immortal. "Third Lord! Excuse me, bring the wine bottle under the table!" He said with a smile. "It's just getting better, and I want to drink again!" Jin Sanye is not polite to his close relatives and friends.However, he found the bottle and two teacups.After pouring half a glass of wine, he glanced at his in-laws, "Is that enough?" Mr. Qian looked a little anxious: "Give it to me! I'll pour it!" Mr. Jin took a deep breath, filled the glass with wine, and handed it to his in-laws. "What about you?" Old Man Qian asked while holding a wine glass. "I have to drink too?" Old Man Qian nodded: "It has to be a glass too!" Jin Sanye had no choice but to pour himself a cup. "Drink!" Mr. Qian raised his cup. "Slow down!" Jin Sanye said worriedly. "It's okay!" Mr. Qian drank the wine in two breaths. After lighting up the bottom of the cup, he waited for his in-laws to drink.Seeing that his in-laws had also finished drinking, he yelled: "Third Lord!" Then he threw the cup on the wall so hard that it shattered. "What's going on?" Jin Sanye asked inexplicably. "No more drinking from now on!" Mr. Qian closed his eyes. "That's great!" Jin Sanye blinked, pulled up a small stool, and sat in front of the bed. Seeing that his in-laws were seated, Mr. Qian suddenly slipped off the edge of the bed and knelt on the ground; before his in-laws could come up with an idea, he kowtowed.Mr. Jin hurriedly pulled his in-laws up. "What's going on? What's going on?" While talking, he helped his in-laws to sit on the edge of the bed. "Third Master, sit down!" Seeing that Jin Sanye sat down, Mr. Qian continued: "Third Master, I beg you to do something! Although I kowtow to you, you can take care of it as long as you want, don't force it!" "Come on, in-laws, your business is my business!" Mr. Jin took out his cigarette pouch and slowly twisted the cigarette. "This is not a small matter!" "Don't scare me yet!" Jin Sanye smiled. "Young mistress is pregnant. I, a father-in-law, can't take care of her. I'm going to—" "Teach her to go back to her mother's house, right? Just say it, and it's worth kowtowing? She's my daughter!" Mr. Jin thought he was smart and generous. "No, there are more troubles! No matter whether she has a son or a daughter, you have to support the Qian family! I have entrusted my daughter-in-law and offspring to you! The daughter-in-law is still young, if she doesn't want to keep the chastity, let her remarry. Discuss with me. If she remarries, the child must be left to you, and you must raise him like your own grandson. I don’t care about anything else, I just ask you to tell him often that his grandmother, father, uncle, How did they all die! Third Master, this trouble is not small, you think about it before answering me! You promise, our ancestors of the Qian family have spirits, and they will all be grateful to you; if you don’t agree, I will never annoy you! Want to see!" Mr. Jin was a little confused. He was stunned while smoking his cigarette.He calculates, not thinks.He can take care of his daughter and grandson when he returns home; adding two more people to the family will not make him tired.But what does that mean?He can't figure it out!In order not to be in a daze, he asked back, "What should you do?" The wine was getting stronger, and Mr. Qian's face turned red.He is a little impatient. "Don't worry about me, I have my own way! If you are willing to take your daughter away, I will ask Li Siye to sell these broken tables and benches. After that, I may leave Peiping, maybe rent a small house, and let myself Stupid. Anyway, I have my way! I have my way!" "Then, I'm worried!" The red light on Jin Sanye's face gradually disappeared, he was indeed worried about his in-laws.In society, he has no status.People who are poorer than him, knowing that he is a ruthless man with strong hands and feet, all just bow and bow to him and stay away from him.People who are richer than him only greet him when they need him; after finishing the work, he gets a commission, and they ignore him.He only has a good friend like Mr. Qian, who can drink and talk with him besides business relationship.He couldn't teach his in-laws to leave Peiping, nor could he allow him to rent a small house to hang out alone. "That won't work! Even you, and my daughter, belong to me! I can afford to support you! You are over fifty, and I'm going to be sixty! Let's have two drinks together every day!" "Third Master!" Mr. Qian only called out, and said nothing else.He couldn't tell his plan, and felt that this violated the principle of "everything must be told to others".He also knew that Mr. Jin's words came out of sincerity, and he shouldn't be cruel not to tell the truth.After a long silence, he opened his mouth again: "Third Master, the year and month are wrong, we should go our separate ways! Simply put, do you agree to what you promised me?" "I promise! You have to promise me too, move to my place!" Sadly, Mr. Qian lied: "How to do this, let me try it first, and see if I can go on alone! No, I will definitely find you!" Jin Sanye hesitated for a long time before reluctantly nodding his head. "Third Master, the sooner the matter is done, the better! Young Mistress is willing to take whatever she wants, let her choose! You tell her to go, I have no face to tell her! Third Master, you have helped me a lot! I, as long as I don't die, forever, I will never forget your kindness!" Mr. Jin was about to cry, so he stood up quickly and knocked the cigarette pot hard twice.Then, with a long sigh, he went to his daughter's room. Mr. Qian was still sitting on the edge of the bed, unable to tell whether he should be happy or sad.His wife, Meng Shi, and Zhong Shi will never see each other again; now, he bids farewell to his old friend and daughter-in-law—and the unborn grandson!He should at least wait to see his grandson's little face; he believed that it must be very similar to Meng Shi.At the same time, he felt that it was only right to be so cruel. If he saw his grandson, he might just focus on being a grandfather and forget everything else. "It's better like this! My life was chosen for nothing, and I can't just waste it on holding grandchildren! I should celebrate that I have such a cruel heart-the enemy is much more cruel than me!" Looking at the wine bottle, he thought Have another drink.However, he didn't move it.Only wine can make him happy, but he must be worthy of the broken cup on the ground!He swallowed heavily. Just sitting like this, Noqiu walked in on tiptoe.The old man smiled.According to his determination, it doesn't matter whether he sees one more relative or friend.However, he was willing to see one more person after all; Ye Qiu came at just the right time. "What? Can you sit up?" Noqiu was also very happy. Mr. Qian nodded with a smile. "I'll be able to walk soon!" "Great! Great!" Nogumi said, rubbing his hands. Noqiu's face looks much better than usual, although there is not much flesh, but the color is no longer green.He was wearing a new blue cotton robe, and the cotton shoes on his feet were also new.While chatting with his sister-in-law, he took out his chest pockets.After digging for a long time, he took out fifteen one-dollar bills.Smiling, he gently put the bill on the bed. "What for?" Mr. Qian asked. Yeqiu laughed for a while before saying, "Buy yourself something to eat!" After speaking, his thin lips were tightly closed, as if he was afraid that his sister-in-law would not accept it. "Where do you have spare money for me?" "I, I, found a pretty good job!" "Where?" Noqiu's eyeballs stopped moving, and he was stunned for a while. "Isn't a new government formed?" "Which new government?" Nokyu sighed. "Sister-in-law! You know me, I'm not a boneless person! But what do I do with eight children and a sick wife? Should I really stare and see them starve to death?" "So you found a job in the government organized by the Japanese!" Mr. Qian looked at Noqiu's face with good eyes. Noqiu's face twitched. "I didn't go to anyone! I know shame! They came to me and asked me to help. My conscience can forgive me!" Mr. Qian slowly picked up fifteen bills, and quickly threw them on Noqiu's face: "Get out! Never come again, I don't have a relative like you! Go!" His hands trembled Point to the door. Noqiu's face turned green again.He really came to send money to his sister-in-law with all sincerity, in order to win his favor, who knew that the result would be a disappointment.He couldn't argue with his sister-in-law, and her sister-in-law was right to blame.He could only ask his sister-in-law to forgive him for what he had done as a last resort, but since his sister-in-law refused to forgive, he had nothing to do.He was also embarrassed to just go out like this, his sister-in-law was sick, and maybe he was a little angry, so he should hold back his anger and end this peacefully, so as not to have trouble seeing each other in the future.Sister-in-law is not only a close relative, but also a friend he admires the most, he can't just go out like this and break up with him.He couldn't stop licking his thin lips.It was inappropriate to sit or stand up, and he didn't know what to do. "Aren't you leaving?" Mr. Qian's anger still remained undiminished, urging Yeqiu to leave.野求含着泪，慢慢的立起来。 "默吟！咱们就……"羞愧与难过截回去了他的话。他低着头，开始往外走。 "等等！"钱先生叫住了他。 他象个受了气的小媳妇似的赶紧立住，仍旧低着头。"去，开开那只箱子！那里有两张小画，一张石谿的，一张石谷的，那是我的镇宅的宝物。我买得很便宜，才一共花了三百多块钱。光是石谿的那张，卖好了就可以卖四五百。你拿去，卖几个钱，去作个小买卖也好；哪怕是去卖花生瓜子呢，也比投降强！"把这些话说完，钱先生的怒气已去了一大半。他爱野求的学识，也知道他的困苦，他要成全他，成全一个好友是比责骂更有意义的。"去吧！"他的声音象平日那么柔和了。"你拿去，那只是我的一点小玩艺儿，我没心程再玩了！" 野求顾不得去想应当去拿画与否，就急忙去开箱子。他只希望这样的服从好讨姐丈的欢喜。箱子里没有多少东西，所有的一些东西也不过是些破书烂本子。他愿意一下子就把那两张画找到，可是又不敢慌忙的乱翻；他尊重图书，特别尊重姐丈的图书；书越破烂，他越小心。找了好久，他看不到所要找的东西。 "没有吗？"钱先生问。 "找不到！" "把那些破东西都拿出来，放在这里！"他拍了拍床。"我找！" 野求轻轻的，象挪动一些珍宝似的，一件件的往床上放那些破书。钱先生一本本的翻弄。他们找不到那两张画。"少奶奶！"钱先生高声的喊，"你过来！" 他喊的声音是那么大，连金三爷也随着少奶奶跑了过来。 看到野求的不安的神气，亲家的急躁，与床上的破纸烂书，金三爷说了声："这又是那一出？" 少奶奶想招呼野求，可是公公先说了话："那两张画儿呢？" "哪两张？" "在箱子里的那两张，值钱的画！" "我不知道！"少奶奶莫名其妙的回答。 "你想想看，有谁开过那个箱子没有！" 少奶奶想起来了。 金三爷也想起来了。 少奶奶也想起丈夫与婆婆来，心中一阵发酸，可是没敢哭出来。 "是不是一个纸卷哟？"金三爷说。 "是！是！没有裱过的画！" "放在孟石的棺材里了！" "Who?" "亲家母！" 钱先生楞了好半天，叹了口气。