Chapter 80 79

People in Xiaoyangquan only noticed Sun Qi's disappearance, but they didn't expect him to be buried alive.Hunger made people overwhelmed, and no one tried to find him.Mrs. Sun Qi is a woman in her forties who never smokes or smokes, and is a woman who does not attract attention.Seeing that her husband never came back, she shed a few tears and returned to her natal home.The old residents of the Little Sheepfold have lost another family in such a silent manner. Slowly, the term and method of disinfection spread to people's ears, and they began to wonder if Sun Qi was the victim of this method.Despite such doubts, everyone is not happy to talk about it as a topic.They don't even have good bellies either.What if Sun Qi really had a stomachache and...they themselves?This is too miserable, too terrible!Don't mention it!

It's "Qiqi" again.The Japanese put away the five-color flags and sold them the blue sky and white sun flag.There is also a new piece of yellow cloth on the flag, printed on it: "Anti-Communism and Peaceful National Construction".They don't know the yellow strip, and they don't believe the words on it.Lowering their heads, they dare not look at the deceitful flag again. In addition to this flag, they also saw: the yellow Manchurian flag with red, blue, white and black stripes on the left corner, and the Mongolian Federation flag with a wide red stripe in the middle and narrow yellow, white and blue stripes above and below.They had never seen the flags and did not want to acknowledge them.They know that under these banners, anyone with a stomachache can be buried alive!

In addition to flying these flags, the Japanese also mourned the "loyal souls" of the oriental samurai with great fanfare.In Nanyuan, Xiyuan, and Zhongshan Park, there were extremely solemn memorial services, as if history had to be rewritten and the Chinese had to bear the responsibility for the war. The people in Xiaoyangpen can't help counting (this is the best day to "clean up the accounts"). In their small alley, there are already several families ruined, good or bad, damned or not damned .They thought of the thick and mature Qi Tianyou, Mr. Qian and his wife who could write poems, the two young masters; Xiao Cui who was as strong as a little leopard; The Crown House that burned down.Also, the third child of the Qi family, Master Liu, the shed builder, they escaped, are they alive or dead?Hmph, and Qi's second wife, didn't she marry a traitor?Anything goes, they lament, but nothing good!

Cheng Changshun didn't want to go out to do business, he was afraid of seeing those deceptive flags on the street and those Japanese men and women in uniforms.However, he must go out.His wife knows that today is "Qi Qi", so she must think of Xiao Cui, and he must avoid her, not wanting to see her sad eyes. Ruixuan also took a day off.This is not his father's memorial day, but he thinks of his father; this is not the anniversary of his escape, but he thinks of him.He didn't want to think of his second child at first, but he couldn't help thinking of it.He was the only one left among the three brothers!

As if celebrating the Yulan Festival when he was a child, Ruixuan thought of the tens of thousands of men and women in Beiping, all of China who were killed, bombed, raped, drowned, and buried alive.This day is not like the Ching Ming Festival, where it is enough to go to the tombs of one's ancestors to pay homage; this is not the Ching Ming Festival, but the Yulan Festival.Closing his eyes, he could imagine thousands of souls, headless, limbless, blown to pieces, all rushing forward with blood and hatred, demanding revenge from the living; Yes, men and women, and babies in the womb, all in the air, in the wilderness, in water and fire, looking up to the sky, crying out for revenge!This day will make the little heart go from the concerns of daily life to the imagination including heaven and hell.In this day, reality and imagination are united, and kindness and hatred are particularly distinct.

He was eager to see Mr. Qian Moyin and have a chat.But talk, talk, what's the use of mere idle talk?He didn't dare to think about it anymore. On such a historical day, he had no choice but to see batches of dead souls in his imagination, without the determination and action to take revenge.He regretted taking a day off. Xiao Shun'er and Niu Zi took Dad's hand and pulled it out, wanting to play outside the door.Ruixuan was not happy to go out, he thought that today he should just squat in the room, reminisce, silently pray, and confess by himself.However, he did not refuse the children's small request.He was stunned, and he followed them out.

The day is still very hot, but there are some cool breezes from time to time.The leaves of the two old locust trees outside the door moved slightly from time to time, and some locust flowers that had failed to bloom fell gently.As soon as the children came out of the street, they saw two locust insects, each hanging on a long silk, playing on a swing.Xiao Shun'er was about to run to catch the locust tree insects when a group of Japanese men, women and children came out from the No. 3 yard, all dressed in the best clothes, obviously going to the memorial service.The Japanese children all held the little sun flag in their hands and ran forward bouncingly.Women in gowns, bouncing their buttocks, followed the men behind.

Ruixuan stood still inside the threshold, and suddenly felt evil in his heart. "Dad!" Xiao Shun'er was eager to catch the locust tree insects, "Let's go! Dad, are you afraid of the Japanese?" Ruixuan didn't say anything, but his face turned red. "Dad!" Xiao Niuzi also remembered the words: "They all go to Beihai, right? See lotus, eat ice cream, take a boat, how good is it? Niu Niu, too? Daddy take Niu Niu?" "Beihai, the lotus... are not ours!" Ruixuan thought about this sentence.However, the words had reached his lips, and he swallowed them again.

At this time, Lao Wang—the seller of sesame seed cakes and fried dough sticks—came over with a basket on his shoulders.He was a tall man, but his age--in his seventies--had made his back terribly arched.There are only a few strands of his hair left, which are white and limp lying on his head.His voice was already hoarse due to decades of yelling regardless of the weather, so he was holding a wooden clapper full of sludge in his hand.Ruixuan has been buying his stuff since he was a child, because his fritters are really fragrant and deep-fried.Pharaoh never hated it, he didn't take advantage of the children's cries and stood still in order to do more business.Today, he stood still.He couldn't easily see Ruixuan, and wanted to chat a little.He only knew Ruixuan's baby name—seeing that the children were here, he was embarrassed to call it out.With a hoarse voice, he said: "Didn't go to work, today? Alas!" The old man sighed and said: "Alas! This is the first day of opening! It's been more than ten days, and I haven't received any flour! Today is Qiqi, The kindness of the Japanese is why I got this. I can't help it! The business can't be done, and I can't go home. The tutor devils are all burned!" He opened the cloth covering the basket: "Look! This is Shaobing? It’s not enough to eat two bites! I’ve never done anything wrong in my life; now, but... I can’t even get the flour, so what are you talking about?”

Xiao Shun'er and Niuzi had forgotten about Sophora chrysalis and Beihai, they put their little hands on the side of the bamboo basket, and their four small eyes like glass beads turned around on the sesame seed cakes and deep-fried dough sticks. Ruixuan casually said a few words, not because he looked down on Lao Wang, but because his attention was also focused on the bamboo basket.Feeling in his pocket, he found that there was still some money, and he picked up six sesame cakes and six deep-fried dough sticks at once.Xiao Shun'er and Niuzi took a long breath together.Lao Wang used Malan leaves to wear fried dough sticks and handed them to Niu Niu; Ruixuan asked Xiao Shun'er to wrap up fried dough sticks with the lapel of his clothes. "Take it, everyone eat, don't run away!"

Xiao Shun'er couldn't control her legs, so she only took two steps before changing to a gallop.Niuniu didn't dare to run away, but made up for her joy with a sharp scream: "Mom—you stick!" The two children ran in, Ruixuan and Lao Wang sighed together.Old Wang knocked on the clapper again; he walked away with his hairy back; Ruixuan was left standing alone, not knowing whether to laugh or laugh, and muttering to himself: "Shall I commemorate Qiqi with some sesame seed cakes? Huh!" The Japanese old lady on the 1st came over and greeted in English: "Good morning!" Ruixuan took two steps forward: "Good morning! I should have gone to thank you earlier, but..." "I understand, I understand!" She stopped him and pointed to her street gate: "They went to Qianmen Station to pick up the ashes, the ashes!" She swallowed, as if she still had a lot to say, and she didn't say no. Out. "Then..." Ruixuan naturally wanted to comfort her, but quickly restrained himself, he couldn't regret the fallen enemy, even though the old woman had helped him.After being stunned for a long time, the old woman thought again: "When will we change from half beast, half human, to fully human and stop fighting?" "Maybe you and I have no animal nature," said Rui Xuan Cang smiled and said: "But you can't stop your men from killing the Chinese, and I didn't stop you from killing us because of my love for peace! In my heart, I really think that all the wars since ancient times are not worth shedding A drop of blood, but judging from today's situation, I feel that shedding all the blood is better than being conquered!" The old woman sighed and walked slowly home. Rui Xuan, still standing in front of the door, heard the singing of Xiao Shun'er and Niu Zi.He was close to tears.How innocent, how easy children are!If people used their intelligence and thought about it for children, why would there be war in the world!When he returned to the courtyard, his heart couldn't be at ease no matter what.Walking out slowly again, looking at the door of No. 1, he finally figured out that he wanted to see how the two Japanese women brought back the ashes.He hated himself for doing this, it was clearly to satisfy his worthless wish - if I don't fight, the enemy will survive! For a while, he thought that he had to enlarge his mind a little bit, and he couldn't be like a fly seeing the death of its own kind without being moved.People are always people, and the Japanese are people too, and the death of No. 1 man should also be sad.After a while, he thought again, if the invaded did not resist and killed the aggressor, wouldn't it prove that the law of the jungle can prevail unimpeded, and there is no justice in the world anymore? He couldn't think of a central reasoning that could make him hold on to it, thus reducing his contradictions and hesitation.He can only go in and out, like an ant on a hot pot. Just before noon, he saw it.His eyes lit up and his heart beat faster.Immediately afterwards, he changed his mind and turned around to walk away.However, his legs did not move. Two Japanese children, holding a small sun flag in their hands, stood outside the door in a dignified manner, waiting for the old woman to open the door.They are no longer as mischievous as usual, but seem to have some important responsibilities and missions placed on their small bodies.They are no longer naive children, but little old men with a historical mission; they seem to have a deep understanding of the "glory" of their family, the glory of burning their own limbs into ashes and putting them in small bottles. Very quickly he thought: If he himself died, what would happen to Xiao Shun'er and Niuzi?They, hmph, must be pulling their mother's skirts, going out and crying, must be!The Chinese will cry, crying unabashedly!The Japanese, even children, know how to keep tears in their hearts!But isn't it more natural and more humane to cry out of grief?Wouldn't it be more barbaric to have the heart to kill and commit suicide?Before he could give himself a proper answer, he heard the door of No. 1 open, and both doors opened.His heart beat faster with the sound of the door opening.He felt that, no matter what, he should also sympathize with the old woman-she was not entirely Japanese, she had seen the whole world, and Japan, in her heart, was only a small part of the world; therefore, her heart It transcends stereotypes such as race, nationality, and religion.He wanted to go away, lest the old woman should see him; but he still did not move. The old woman came out.She also changed into a dress - a black ground with printed "monfu" on the shoulders and back.When she came out, she put her hands on her knees, bowed deeply, and waited for the ashes to arrive. Two women came, holding a small square box wrapped in a clean white cloth.They also all wear "monpay".The old woman's waist bent even deeper.The two women seemed to be holding the imperial decree, without any expression on their faces, they just walked in the door mechanically, solemnly, and ruthlessly.The door closed again.In Ruixuan's eyes, there was still the black floral dress, the snow-white cloth, and the three puppets-like women standing there blankly.His ears listened, expecting to hear a cry.No, nothing happened.Japanese women don't cry out loud.A gust of wind blew off a few locust leaves, and a dry branch rang softly. He thought of his father's death, Meng Shi's death, Xiao Wen's wife and Xiao Cui's death.Didn't everyone cry when they died?Why are Chinese people so afraid of death and love to cry?Is it because Chinese culture is over-ripe, or is it that other people's culture is not yet mature enough to cherish life and tears? He couldn't answer.What made him even more embarrassed was that he found that his eyes were wet.He knew he should not grieve for his enemies, who had killed thousands of Chinese, including his father and younger brother.However, he also knew that there was nothing wrong with being sad about death; enemies were human too. His heart became a swarm of bees.Life and death, love and hate, laughter and tears, patriotism and war, are like a pair of twin babies, he can't tell which is which, and which is good and which is bad!He sat blankly on the threshold, watching the locust leaves swaying in the wind. When I met Mr. Fushan the next day, Ruixuan really wanted to raise all these questions and have a chat with the old man.However, seeing the old man's expression, he shut his mouth.After this process, Mr. Fushan is simply not happy to chat with anyone.The Japanese actively opened up the Cantonese-Chinese line, drove away the Anglo-Americans in Tianjin, and their secret activities in Siam, Burma, Annan and India, all made him see clearly that sooner or later Japan would attack Hong Kong and Singapore.Although he considered himself an oriental, in his heart, he couldn't bear the imminent failure and disintegration of the British Empire.He doesn't like aggression and war, but as a British citizen, he can't help but believe that the British Empire should occupy Hong Kong and Malaya.However, if Japan really attacks Hong Kong and Southeast Asia, can Britain defend those places?Thinking about it again, his neck stretched out and he still felt breathless. Sometimes, he thinks that China's foreign aggression in the past century has been caused by Britain; Britain is the culprit who opened China's door with its warship policy.Thinking of this, he couldn't help saying: Japan should stand with China and beat out all the white people; the Sino-Japanese war is killing each other, creating opportunities for the white people to oppress the Orientals. However, after saying this, he immediately regretted it.No, no, China and Japan cannot join hands!The United Kingdom and Japan have been in an alliance, and today Britain and Japan should restore the old good, one east and one west, controlling the whole world from a distance!He loves Chinese people, and he really hopes that Britain and China can become friends.However, from the standpoint of the British Empire, he felt that the hateful Japanese seemed to be better than the Chinese, and he was more of a friend. His heart was tossing and turning, so he didn't want to chat with Ruixuan anymore; he no longer knew what his position was and what he should be. Leaving aside these major events, if the Japanese really wanted to fight against Britain, what would happen to him personally?He has courage and is not afraid of death, but if he is captured by the Japanese and locked up in a concentration camp, it will be...he dare not think about it anymore.He did not want to be seen with trembling hands!In order to relieve these worries, he wanted to finish writing that "Peking" as soon as possible, so that he would have a long-lasting souvenir.He looked at, fiddled with, the pictures and photos he had collected over the decades; however, he couldn't write a single word.Ruixuan almost didn't dare to look at his old friend.The old man's long face, pointed nose, and gray-blue eyes are still the same, but he has lost that stubborn and kind smile.War has changed the face of everyone. In this way, a good Chinese and a proud British are so relatively silent, and the ghosts of war play tricks on their feelings and thoughts, making them silent and painful.In war, no matter who is good or bad, who is right or wrong, all who encounter it must be destroyed.