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Although it was already autumn, Poet Qian was only wearing a single-cloth blue cloth gown.He had more gray hair; his sunken cheeks were surrounded by a wild white beard.He is no longer like a person in the city, but like a hermit practicing Taoism in a deep mountain and an old valley.Quietly, he sat on a cattail beside the altar, tapping the wooden fish lightly. Hearing footsteps, the old man knocked the wooden fish louder.With one eye, he could see that it was Ruiquan who came in.He wished he could go over and grab Ruiquan's hand immediately.However, he dared not move.He had the heart to control himself.At the same time, he also wanted to see how Ruiquan acted, whether he had all the caution he should have.He knew that Ruiquan was brave, but bravery must be accompanied by caution in order to succeed.

Ruiquan entered the Buddhist hall and gave the old man a look, but he didn't recognize that it was Uncle Qian.He put down the piggyback peacefully, then kowtowed respectfully to the Buddha statue.He knew how to put on a show, no matter how eager he was to see Uncle Qian.He must worship Buddha first; if someone still nails him, he will let the nail know that he is a countryman, that is, the superstitious fool that the Japanese want to see. The old man, seeing Ruiquan's tranquility and acting, nodded his head.He stood up gently and coughed; then, he walked behind the Buddha statue. Although Ruiquan still didn't recognize the old man, he could hear the old man coughing. The words "Uncle Qian", affectionate, forceful, and natural, rushed to his lips.However, he swallowed them.Picking up the piggyback, he also walked behind the Buddha statue.Bypassing the Buddha statue and exiting the back door of the main hall, he came to a small courtyard.

There is a small brick tower in the courtyard, and beside the tower is a cypress tree with a crooked neck.There are three cottages to the west.Outside the southernmost room, Poet Qian whispered a few words to a monk in his fifties.The monk took a look at Ruiquan, made an inquiry, walked into the main hall, and went to beat the wooden fish. Poet Qian nodded his hand to Ruiquan, turned his legs, and walked into the northernmost hut.Ruiquan followed closely behind the old man. As soon as he entered the door, "the third child" and "Uncle Qian" shot out at the same time like two balls of fire.Ruiquan tilted his shoulders and dropped his luggage on the ground.All four hands are immediately clasped together.Ruiquan called "Uncle Qian" again, but couldn't think of anything else to say.In his memory, Uncle Qian was a fat, thick, black-haired, peaceful and gentle man, a poet.He also thought that Uncle Qian should be surrounded by various flowers and old books.He never imagined that Uncle Qian would be in such a mess and in these dilapidated temples.After a while, he recognized Uncle Qian, just as he vaguely recognized the streets and directions after looking at the bombed city for a while.The old man's eyes were closing and closing as before.The old man's voice was still so soft and kind.

"I look at you! I look at you!" the old man said with a smile.His sunken cheeks don't help make his smile nice, but the laugh lines at the corners of his eyes are nice. "I'll see you, third child!" Ruiquan blamed the stiff for teaching the old man to watch, not knowing what to do, so he just smiled foolishly. The old man looked at the third child and nodded slightly again and again.Suddenly, the old man lowered his head.He thought of his children and grandchildren. "What's the matter? Uncle Chamber!" The old man slowly raised his head, and forced a smile. "Nothing, just sit down!"

Only then did Ruiquan see that there was only a wooden bed, a small table that couldn't stand unless it was against the wall, and a chair.The old man sat on the edge of the bed, Ruiquan pulled the chair over, moved closer to the old man, and sat down. The old man was trying to control himself in his heart and stop thinking about his children and grandchildren, so he was speechless. Ruiquan heard the sound of wooden fish in the front hall. "Uncle, why did you become like this?" Ruiquan broke the silence. The old man's lips moved.He wanted to recite to Ruiquan the process of being imprisoned and tortured, as well as the death of his family.However, he thought that Ruiquan had just come back from the outside and must have seen the battlefield; how many people may have shed blood and died on the battlefield in a day or an hour; what value can a little bit of his own suffering have?He was firm and brave, but he was also humble.

"Teach the Japanese to clean up." The old man said in a low voice, hoping to satisfy Ruiquan with just one sentence. "What?" Ruiquan stood up abruptly, staring at the old man's forehead with a pair of black bean eyes. Rui Quanwan never thought that Poet Qian, Uncle Qian, the most honest person in the world, would be poisoned.After three or four years outside, because he refused to be homesick, he left Peiping cold.He thought that in the past few years, Peiping must have kept silent and not shed a drop of blood, and used its ancient city walls to enclose more than a million subjugated slaves.Who knew that even an honest person like Mr. Qian would be punished, and would resist the punishment?

The indifference to Peiping, he thought, meant concern for the whole country.Therefore, he made a plan that although he returned to Peiping, he would never inquire about family matters.This is too cruel, but it is understandable to forget the home to always remember the country.Now, hearing Uncle Qian's words, he immediately thought of his family members.If Uncle Qian will be punished, everyone has the possibility of being punished, and his family members are no exception.Especially his elder brother; the elder brother is more eligible to be sent to prison than Mr. Qian.He couldn't help asking: "Where are the people in my family?"

Old Man Qian said in a low and gentle voice, "Sit down!" Ruiquan sat down again foolishly. The old man dared not raise his eyelids again.Feeling sad, I lowered my head and thought: Should I tell Ruiquan the truth? "Uncle Qian!" Rui Quan urged. Old Man Qian didn't want to teach Ruiquan to hear about the tragedy at home as soon as he returned to Peiping.However, if he didn't say anything, would Ruiquan go to other places to inquire?He decided to tell the truth, knowing that Ruiquan might be able to cry without any shyness in front of him.He is Ruiquan's old friend and neighbor; he knows how Ruiquan wore crotch pants when he was a child.Well, if Ruiquan wants to cry, it should be in front of him.He lowered his head so low that he said very slowly, "Your father and second child are finished! Everyone else is fine!"

After seeing the enemy's bombardment of the city, seeing the battlefield between mountains and rivers, and seeing the killing and death, Ruiquan's heart seemed to grow a thick layer of skin like the palm of a hand that has been manipulated for a long time.Hearing the old man's words, he was not immediately strongly stimulated.He asked "What?" as if he didn't understand.However, without waiting for the old man to say anything, he lowered his head, tears streaming down his face, and called softly, "Dad! Daddy!" The old man was very embarrassed, put a hand on Ruiquan's shoulder, and called softly: "Third brother! Third child!" He didn't dare to dissuade Ruiquan. Who can not be sad when his father dies?He was unwilling not to comfort Ruiquan, who can see his friend sad and not comfort him?But what words to comfort?The old man was sweating anxiously while calling "old three".After crying for a long time, Ruiquan straightened his neck, "Tell me, what happened to Xiaoyangpen?" He seemed to have forgotten China, even Beiping, and only remembered Xiaoyangpen, the place where he was born.

The old man was happy to say something that would lessen Ruiquan's misery; simply, he told about the Guan family, Xiaowen and his wife, Xiaocui, and the shed builder Master Liu. After hearing this, Ruiquan was stunned.He didn't expect that so many things would happen in such a small and secluded place as the lamb pen, and so many people would die.Hmph, he traveled all over the country to find the battlefield, and it turned out that the battlefield was at his home, in the alley!He went out to find the enemy, and the enemy forced his father to death in Beiping and killed his neighbors.He shouldn't regret running away from Peiping, but his youthful enthusiasm made him regret not being able to protect his father at home.He lost his composure, his heart jumped from home to the mountains and rivers, and from the mountains and rivers back to the lamb pen.He can no longer tell where the real China is and where he should fight.He only felt that the most reasonable thing was to immediately kill an enemy's head and sacrifice it to his father!

He didn't dare to look at Uncle Qian again.Uncle Qian is the hero, the real hero, who dares to support his injured body in the eyes of the enemy, and do things to restore the country and avenge him. Seeing that Ruiquan was silent, Poet Qian did not dare to open his mouth to say anything, although he was eager to hear the news and news that Ruiquan brought back from outside.In front of this young man, the old man felt that what he had done was nothing more than unplanned and insignificant little things.On the contrary, the ashes on Ruiquan's body are the ones that flew on the battlefield, and what Ruiquan knows is the state's major affairs. In this way, the old and the young all wanted to pour out the words accumulated for several years as soon as they met, but instead they looked at each other without saying a word.They all listened to the sound of wooden fish in the front hall.It was Ruiquan who said first: "Uncle Qian, tell me something about yourself!" "My own business?"Besides, Ruiquan just finished crying, the old man's words may be better than boring, empty, comforting. "My business is many, but it is also very simple. Let me explain it this way; my work has three stages: the first stage is after I was sentenced and released from prison. At that time, I had no plan, just wanted revenge. I had a breath in my heart , It was anger, it was hatred, which urged me to give up my quiet life, and went crazy to publicize and assassinate. At that time, I was anxious and angry, so I couldn't tolerate other people's opinions. Anything that differed from my opinion Yes, I regarded them as enemies. At that time, I was singing a one-man show. "Slowly, I came to the second stage. I am willing to do it, dare to do it, and attract friends. Well, I see clearly that I should have friends and work together to do it. Although I haven't changed this yet. It's me, and the other end is the attitude of the country, but I know that working hard alone is far less effective and powerful than everyone working together. Well, I don't care what other people's plans are, what factions they are, as long as they come to greet me, I will Just willing to help. They taught me to write articles, okay, I wrote. They taught me to take the propaganda out of town, okay, I went. They taught me to plant a bomb, just prepare the bomb for me, okay, I Go. In this way, I began to figure out the way, and I had a job that I couldn't do; moreover, I didn't feel idle anymore. I became a machine against the enemy, and I will do my best to anyone who wants to use me. At the same time, I No scruples, no calculations about rewards and futures. I belong to all those who resist the enemy, and do everything that resists the enemy until death. If the first stage is personal heroism or vengeance, the second stage is cooperation patriotism. In the former, I want to avenge my wife, children, and myself; in the latter, I join the work of resisting the enemy, forgetting about personal grudges, and want to avenge the country.” Now, I have reached the third stage.Did you see that monk just now? "The old man pointed to the front hall." He is Monk Mingyue, my best friend.The friendship between the two of us was innocent and strange.As for me, when I met him in the first day of junior high school, I was determined to take revenge and kill people.As for him, even though the city of Peiping is dead, he still does not change his belief, and he does not advocate killing.In this way, I thought that even if the Buddha was born in Beiping, the Buddha would still have to be angry and fight against the enemy, if the Buddha's parents and brothers were all killed by the enemy.Monk Mingyue doesn't see it that way, he thinks that aggression, war, is just doom, it's the animal nature of the whole world that hasn't retreated, and it's not the sin of any one person.It is strange to say that we two have such different views that we have become good friends.He does not advocate killing, because he believes that vendetta killing only encourages people's evil, but cannot eliminate war.However, he went to beg for alms and provided me with food.He doesn't advocate murder, but keeps friends with blood on their hands; ridiculous! "However, although I do not accept his beliefs, I have been somewhat influenced by him. He taught me to take a step further—from the revenge of the country to the entire war of annihilation. That is to say, our war of resistance is not only Revenge, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, but against militarism, so as to build a future peace. "In this way, I found myself again, and I was the same as I was before the war. That is to say, at the beginning of the war, I was suddenly poisoned, my family was destroyed suddenly, and I became crazy. Only killing and destroying is enough to make me I vent my hatred. I forgot my usual ideals and poems, and went to fight the wild beasts. At that time, I regarded death as home, and only wanted to die with the enemy quickly. Now, to say something that may make you laugh at me, I seem to be long I have matured. While working, I also have ideals. I don't just throw my head away, but I want to do things steadily, calmly, and calmly, so as to achieve my ideals .So, I say, I have found myself again. Before, I was a man of peace; now, I am still. If there is a difference here, it is that before the war, I used to be peaceful in idleness; now, I am It is to use Shen Yi to be resolute and brave to obtain peace." I don't need to tell you, one by one, what I have done.I'm so glad to tell you about this little change in me.Change is the stage of growth.I'm not dead, and I don't seek to die just out of anger. I'm like a child, or a sapling, growing every day.In this way, danger and hardship will not be scary, because my eyes are looking at the distance, just like the monk Mingyue always looks at the western sky.I no longer have to grit my teeth and frown, but can move forward without haste or compromise; I know that what I am doing is what any person with ideas and ideals should do; I can be confident.Yes, I have not converted to Buddhism today, nor will I in the future; however, Monk Mingyue did give me a good influence.I am grateful to him!He started from the Buddha’s saying that the Dharma is to obtain eternal life; as for me, I went from resisting enemies and revenge to establishing peace—if the ultimate goal of human beings is to live in peace and happiness, I think I will also get eternal life! " Carefully, Ruiquan listened to what Uncle Qian said without saying a word. He didn't expect Uncle Qian to speak in such a general way.He originally thought that the old man must tell him some facts with dates and places from his mother-in-law.After listening to this long passage, he stared blankly at Uncle Qian.Yes, Uncle Qian's body, just like his mind, has changed.He didn't seem to know him anymore, and he seemed to know him a little more, old man Qian.Old Man Qian didn't state the facts, but even though the long passage lacked specific things, Jiao Ruiquan was not only moved, but also saw himself; like himself, hasn't he changed in the past three or four years?Didn't it also change from a rush of heat to quiet thinking?He immediately felt that his heart was close to the heart of the old man.The old man's experience and changes are almost Ruiquan's own. He really wanted to tell the old man all his experiences, but he couldn't muster up the courage to say so.In fact, if there is no program with ideas as clues, it is just a few scattered bricks and tiles, it doesn't matter whether you say it or not. "Third, tell me about you!" The old man said with a smile. The third child stretched his legs. "Uncle Qian, don't you need to say it? I'm changing too!" "That's good, good!" The old man fixed his eyes on Ruiquan. "You see, if I were to others, I would never say the same set of words just now. I am afraid that people will say that I, Lao Wang, sell melons and boast about myself. To you, I have to say that, because it is an absolutely true fact. Only when you are right Tell me, you can really see my heart. If I only talked about old millet and rotten sesame seeds, you might have been sleepy early! Oh, third child, don’t you think I’m just talking nonsense, extravagance?” "How can I? Uncle Chamber!" "Okay! Okay! Let's talk about it, tell us about you! I would like to know more about things. Only by knowing more about things can I be more generous!" Ruiquan couldn't help but speak.He narrated everything he saw and heard after escaping from Peiping.As he talked, Ruiquan felt unprecedented joy and excitement.This is a heart-to-heart talk with Uncle Qian, he has nothing to worry about; besides the facts, he also expresses his own opinions and criticisms. Waiting for the third child to finish speaking, Qian Shi finally said: "Okay! You have seen China! China is just like you and me, with so many contradictions! I hope we can solve those difficulties and difficulties with no discouragement and noble ideals. contradiction!" "We work together?" "certainly!" The hearts of the young and the old meet in one place.