Chapter 56 Chapter Twenty-Three

Chongqing, the capital of fog in December, is as cold as Jiangnan.Today is the anniversary of Fudan University. Just now, Mr. Wu Juenong, the dean of the department, made a special report on "The Mission of Fudan Tea People".After the meeting adjourned, Hang Han specially asked for a printed copy of Mr.'s report, and walked to a teahouse in front of the school, where he still had an important appointment.Hang Han's current identity is a regular college student who is about to graduate from the first tea department of Fudan University in Chongqing.Like many of his classmates in the university, he retained his pre-war habit of enjoying teahouses.

The relatives of the Hang family who are far away in the south of the Yangtze River, if they see Hang Han now, they may not be able to recognize him.Hang Han's appearance has undergone a huge change.Like his father, he has a beard and heavy brows that are almost joined together.His skin was rough and dark, and his chin was square, like it was made of concrete and steel.His character is more and more like his mother, taciturn and very introverted. The warm and humid Jiangnan has stayed in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River like a dream.The young tea master Hang Han, the next generation of the Hang family's Wangyou Tea House, followed his father up the river and came to the upper reaches of the Yangtze River - Chongqing, the capital of the rear of the Anti-Japanese War, and it has been more than two years.

Hang Han has never been to the hinterland of China before, and his understanding of Sichuan is very vague.But from Mr. Shike's talk after drinking, he knew that Cuba Shu is the hotbed of the birth of real tea all over the world, but he really didn't expect that there would be so many teahouses in Chongqing.This is completely different from Hangzhou City, Fangshi, who has to climb the ground when going out, has a lot of headaches.It took him a lot of time to understand their indirect pronunciation of Sichuan dialect.But Hang Han likes the teahouses here very much, and the owners of the teahouses seem to know the college students’ preference for teahouses. Outside the gates of Shapingba Central University and Fudan University in North Pound, there are so many teahouses in the city.

It was the first time for Hang Han to go to the teahouse with his classmates. Looking at the rows of reclining chairs and coffee tables sandwiched in them, such a spectacular scene, he exclaimed "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh My Hangzhou uncle who opened a tea shop would be happy if he saw the tea house here." A classmate from Chengdu in the same dormitory said disapprovingly: "Student Hang, you are so rare and strange. Sichuan! Teahouses are the best in the world, and Chengdu teahouses are the top four. Our teahouses in Chengdu are worthy of your shouting! If you are in the street Walking up, there is a teahouse with low tables and bamboo chairs within a few steps, and there is a public toilet next to it. I counted it when I went home a few days ago, and I counted nearly a thousand public toilets, so there are nearly a thousand teahouses at least. Right. Of course, the number of teahouses in Chongqing has grown dramatically in the past few years. Compared with the small bridges and flowing water houses in the south of the Yangtze River, don’t our teahouses here have more grandeur?”

Hang Han smiled lightly and said, "Each has its own style." After all, he still has a little hometown complex, and he doesn't want to belittle the teahouses in Hangzhou because of the Sichuan teahouses. He often goes alone to a big teahouse in front of the university to drink open-air tea.He also learned to lie on those extremely comfortable bamboo chairs, and call out to those tea doctors who are called "Masters" here: "Glass—" At the beginning, Hang Han didn't know how to sell glass in the teahouse, and the glass could still be eaten.The students from Chengdu saw his confusion, so they ordered a cup of tureen glass on the spot. Hang Han opened the lid of the tea and couldn’t help laughing—it turned out that the glass tea is boiled water, and Hang Han learned a lot]!Shocking special humor too.

Although Hang Han is used to coming to teahouses to drink glass tea, he obviously does not have the language genius of his cousin Hang Yi.Until now, he still can't speak a complete sentence in 11 languages.This dialect seemed to him almost a kind of singing.He often heard the old smoking tea drinkers lying next to him suddenly shout—Master, bring Ge Hong——Hang Han took a lot of effort to realize that it meant lighting a fire.Just this cry, the tone is also well-defined, ups and downs, which can be recorded in four-two beats.Hang Han once "", """"""④①"EF:] u-JVM-; he plans to sing it to him when he reunites with Hang Yi one day, and he believes that he will "take it for this sentence" Ge Honglai laughed out loud.

In addition, how many teahouses here can make people taste.Let’s just talk about the couplet at the door. In the occupied area of ​​Hangzhou, the hometown of Hang Han, how could we still see such a sign—air raid impermanence VIP tea is paid in advance, and the official has ordered the national defense to stop talking about it secretly.Sometimes the air raid really came, and while Hang Han was running, he heard someone singing: The night wind is blowing and the weather is dry, and the teahouses on the East Street are really lively. Upstairs and downstairs are full of customers, and the waiter is screaming for boiling water.

A group of students ran into the air-raid shelter and sang in harmony with the voice: It's easy to complain when talking about state affairs, and it's bad for you and me if it causes trouble. Hang Han thinks this kind of life is very interesting. During the Anti-Japanese War, many people from all over China came to accompany the capital.Throughout the year, no matter what time of day, the teahouses are full of people, and they do as the Romans do. No matter you are from Xialiba or Yangchun Baixue, when you enter a teahouse, you will always sit on a bamboo chair or lie on a bamboo deck chair.After a while, the waiter was like an acrobat, striding out to the scene.He only heard a chant, but saw that he was holding a bright copper-colored teapot in his right hand. According to Hang Han's estimate, the teapot's mouth, which was as thin as a pen, was one meter long, and it was folded and folded in the crowd. Even if Hu understands cattle, he can enter and leave a place where no one exists.The left hand held a silver pewter mat and a white porcelain bowl, like holding a lot of lotus.Before I got to the tea table, I saw a wave of my left hand, and heard a "wow", a string of tea mats came out of my hand like a flying saucer, and then I heard the tea mats "cluck, cluck, cluck" on the table for a while. With a groan, he flew around and stopped beside every tea customer.Then it was the turn of the teacups to make a sound of "Zha Zha Zha...", Ding Ling's eyes were bewildered for a while, and the tea bowl was already sitting on the tea mat in the blink of an eye.People didn't understand what was going on, but they suddenly saw the waiter standing one meter away, with the real demeanor of a general, pouring the Milky Way into the sky, and far away, the tea in the long and thin spout could no longer restrain himself, and the tea flowed straight He rushed towards the teacup, and the tea dust swirled up from the bottom of the cup.Before anyone could see what kind of tea it was, the waiter stepped forward, raised his little finger, and shook the tea lids, one by one the tea lids jumped up as if they were alive, and flew to the place like a thunderbolt. On the teacup.Once again, the person making tea has already integrated into the deeper and farther camp of tea chairs.

Hang Han appreciates this hot and fiery way of brewing tea which is completely inconsistent with the leisurely style of Jiangnan people.People in teahouses in Hangzhou usually drink tea in teapots and cups. Although they also use tea bowls, it is not as authentic as people here.It turns out that people in ancient times had tea bowls but no tea mats.The tea mat was invented by the daughter of an official named Cui Ning in Chengdu in the Tang Dynasty. It was originally designed to prevent hot hands. On weekdays, Hang Han also went to the countryside to do as the Romans did, and he was very comfortable drinking a bowl of tea.Today, he didn't order tea first, and the people he was waiting for hadn't arrived yet, so he began to read Mr. Wu's speech seriously.

Through the efforts of President Wu Nanxuan and Fudan alumni, our school has changed from private to national. All our teachers and students feel very gratified.Because the past was really precarious and life was difficult, we all saw the wind and frost on the principal's head and forehead in the past few years, no matter which students, we were very clear and sympathetic. In the past, China's tea industry was run by poor small farmers with little knowledge and businessmen who lived on exploitation. This industry, which our ancestors worked hard for thousands of years, was almost dying.Since the Anti-Japanese War, it has changed from a private operation to one of the state-owned enterprises.Naturally, we should also use Fudan from a private institution to a national institution, believe in its future in the same way, and celebrate with joy and encouragement in the same way.

The tea industry in China has its greatest future. Not to mention the tea in the world, we are the only home country, and our production area is vast, there are many kinds of tea, the marketing is wide in various countries, and the special quality is good. It is beyond the reach of all tea-producing countries.However, we have two biggest shortcomings. The first is the lack of science, and the second is the lack of talents. In the past, tea has declined year by year, because other tea-producing countries, such as India and Ceylon, were tasked with researching, improving and guiding by the British; Java and Japan were diligently engaged in the work of reformation by the Dutch and Japanese themselves .My company is managed by ordinary people who work hard and don't know what science is. Just like the Broadsword team defends against tanks and uses shotguns to defend against modern aircraft. No matter how brave you are or how sharp you are, you can beat him. The stakes of Firenet and the threat of bombs? There are 70 or 80 students in the Department of Tea Industry in this school. Some are good at biology or chemistry, some are good at accounting and trade, some are engaged in cultivation, and some are dedicated to manufacturing.There are tens of millions of other graduates and non-graduates, each with their own strengths, each making the best use of their own strengths, and will come out in the future to take on the tea industry and other jobs. I believe that within ten years, at most twenty years, China's Tea science has not only made leaps and bounds in practical use, but will also make infinite contributions to the production and consumers of tea in various countries.As for the development of China's tea foreign trade, as well as the number of domestic sales due to the improvement of post-war culture, the improvement of quality, and the increase in consumption, there is no doubt about it. As for the current blockade of Haikou by the Japanese invaders and the difficulty of transportation, the sales of tea are relatively bleak, some institutions themselves are not sound, and personnel have to be adjusted, etc. These are inevitable phenomena during wartime and transitional times.In the future, all students will be able to go out to face the difficulties in the society, and the whole society can be reformed, and even the harsh environment can be cleared up without any effort. Besides, don't we have a magic weapon "Fudan Spirit"?Everything depends on the efforts of the students. When Hang Han saw this, he felt some movement around him.He raised his head, only to see a man in shabby clothes coming from Sichuan, his complexion was sallow, skinny, with a patch on his head that could no longer be seen in its original color. The chair looked sadly and anxiously. When Hang Han first arrived here, he didn’t know that this was also a bowl of rice as a last resort, and the difference from beggars was actually not that big. It turned out that these people hurriedly handed it over when they saw someone wanting to smoke. A long hookah, and then squatting on the ground to keep lighting the smoker, so as to make a small profit. Maybe this person saw Hang Han's sympathetic eyes and thought that he would be one of his customers, so decisively He walked towards Hang Han, sat down on Hang Han's body, and stuffed the long cigarette pouch. Startled, Hang Han quickly stood up, shook his hands and said, "I'm sorry, I don't smoke, I'm sorry, I don't smoke." The more sorry he was, the more the man sat still at Hang Han's feet, looking at Hang Han with an almost numb but even more mournful expression, as if he was silently reprimanding Hang Han for his "sorry".Hang Han was at a loss, and there was laughter like a silver bell shaking beside him: "Look what scares you, isn't it because you don't know how to smoke?" Hang Han exclaimed overjoyed: "Little aunt, I really thought you wouldn't be able to come today." Standing in front of Hang Han was none other than Hang Jicao, the daughter of the Hang family.She was still in high spirits, and the war had not changed her face or spirit in the slightest.She quickly took out a few dimes from her pocket, threw them to Hang Han, and then pouted at the poor man sitting on the ground.Hang Han understood, and quickly said: "I have it, I have it." Then he took out a few dimes, added them together, and gave them to the man, and the man thanked him and left with his cigarette pouch.Ji Cao looked at the man's back and said, "Han'er, you must never smoke this kind of cigarette. I heard people say that the cigarette is mixed with opium. Once you get sick, you will be seriously ill." Hang Han smiled and sat down.I haven't seen my little aunt for several years, but my little aunt is still my little aunt, and teaching her nephews is still her sacred and inviolable duty... In a big teahouse like a food stall in the foggy city of Chongqing, the uncle and nephew sat and talked peacefully. "You really know how to choose a place. You are so close to the school, but far away from my nursery school." "I didn't pick this, it was my father who informed me. His house is actually not far from our Fudan University, but I have never been there." Hang Han explained. . .one A place where people talk.Hey, let me tell you, I don't care about any air strikes, officials..." Hang Han smiled, he knew that the little aunt was referring to the couplet at the door. Ji Cao didn't smile, she looked serious, and said, "Really, why didn't your father ask us to go to the teahouse by the Jialing River—" She sang softly: That day, the enemy attacked my village, I lost my home, my family, my cattle and sheep, Now I'm wandering on the Jialing River, I seem to smell the fragrance of the soil of my hometown-…· She sang the famous anti-Japanese song "On the Jialing River", which everyone is still familiar with.The problem is that she always surprises Hang Han with her sudden improvisation. Ji Cao also said: "There is a couplet in the teahouse by the Jialing River, and that's called a stick. The outside of the building is five hundred miles away from Jialing, which Feidaozi couldn't draw with a single brush. There are thousands of years of history in his chest drawn out by Lu Quan's seven bowls of tea." "!" "Where is the good point?" "That's up to you." "In the face of the Jialing River, which flows endlessly outside the teahouse and stretches for hundreds of miles, who doesn't lament Wu Daozi's courage to complete the five hundred miles of the Jialing River in one day, and who can't think of the long history of such a dead man? "Yi Cao exclaimed like a man.She still raps.Every time she met Hang Han, she kept talking, but Hang Han learned to listen.He kept his mouth shut, he couldn't tell her how her elder sister Jiacao died, and how her mother Luai died.He and his father, Jiaping, had already agreed with his uncle Jiahe, who was far away in the south of the Yangtze River, not to tell the truth of all this to the rest of the family. To this day, Jicao still thinks that his sister and mother are still alive. Every time I see Aunt Jicao, there will be some complicated emotions in Hang Han's heart.When the little aunt talked to him endlessly with such a stubborn expression, he would often suddenly think of another person for no reason. Two years ago on the night of the Ching Ming Festival, when Hang Han and Chu Qing successfully tricked Shen Lucun out of his private house in Jewel Lane and stuffed it into a car, he clearly remembered that before they gave Shen Lucun When stuffing the things, he still had time to say a word: "Han Er, I am your uncle!" He never doubted whether his uncle should die - of course he should die - if he is still alive today, he will undoubtedly be a pivotal member of Wang Jingwei's government in Nanjing, so in the end he still has to die .The Pacific War has broken out, the whole world is involved in the war, and all fascists and their lackeys will surely die.In this regard, Hang Han is like many radical young people.What made Hang Han terrified was that when Shen Lucun finished his last words, his face suddenly changed strangely, and his face suddenly became like his sister Shen Lu's love.In the dark night, Kang Han turned his head away, he didn't want to see his distorted and distorted face.He knew that Shen Lucun would not be able to escape tonight no matter what.Even though the uncle spent almost two full hours just now, patiently and kindly explaining their Three People's Principles theory to him, made him tea several times, and sent him to the door in person—this is the serious problem , They not only betray the country, but also have the theory of betraying the country-they should die more than people like Wu You. Hang Han didn't really know how Shen Lucun was executed.They arrived at a place in the dark, and then Chu Qing and his comrades got out of the car.He wanted to get off, but was stopped by Chu Qing and said, "You'd better stay in the car." It didn't take long for them to get in the car again.None of the violent means that Hang Han imagined in his dream was used.Then, they were sent by car to a cargo ship.On the boat, he almost found his father by accident. He was escorting a boat full of tea boxes, going out from the Qiantang River, and then overland to Ningbo.These tea leaves will be shipped from Ningbo to Hong Kong, where they will be bartered by Fu Wah Company for foreign currency and arms. When bidding farewell to Chu Qing in Ningbo, the gray-eyed girl said with a hint of regret: "I really wanted to take you away. You see, this place is really not far from our base, but your Both your uncle and your father hope that you can go to Chongqing to study tea. Your uncle said to me-let my son kill people, and leave my nephew to build. Now I want to hear your own idea." Hang Han thought for a while before asking: "Is that what my uncle really said?" Chu Qing nodded and said, "Your uncle is a very far-sighted man." Hang Han raised his head again hesitantly, and asked: "...does he know about that?" Chu Qing said seriously: "What's the matter with you? Didn't I tell you that the assassination operation is absolutely confidential, and no one is allowed to disclose it except those who participated in the operation. This is the discipline of the organization. Why, you suspect us strictness?" Hang Han lowered his head, this is the difference between him and Hang Yi.It is precisely that he, who seems to be more disciplined than Hang Yi, is even less able to adapt to the rigor of this organization.He couldn't even adapt to the tone of Chu Qing's words just now. For some reason, her originally gentle girl's face always seemed to be covered with a layer of iron armor, as if she had experienced too much blood and fire. There is a girlish luster. Chu Qing must have realized her blunt tone, smiled apologetically, and said, "I really hope you can stay with us." Hang Han knew what she was referring to, but Hang Han still believed in his claim. "Saving the nation with science, can it be the same as communism?" Hang Han asked cautiously, he lacked a real understanding of any doctrine. "It's the same, it's not the same." Chu Qing pondered, and said, "It's strange, Hang Yi is the same as you. He always said that freedom, equality, fraternity and communism are similar. But communism is unique. comparable!" Hang Han looked at Chu Qing, and suddenly asked in a daze, "Do you like Hang Yi?" Chu Qing was stunned for a moment, and after a while, she smiled slightly, and the iron armor fell off her face.She reached out her hand like a big sister, patted Hang Han on the cheek, and said, "I, I like you two." Hang Han also laughed, this is the first time he smiled comfortably since he acted that night, he said: "I know you like him, I will tell him. After I arrive in Chongqing, I will write to him. I decided to go to Chongqing with my father." Hang Han and his party first arrived in Wuhan, and then transferred to Chongqing.At that time, Fudan University had not yet established a tea department, and Hang Han worked under the trade committee where Mr. Wu Juenong and his father Hang Jiaping belonged, participating in the inspection of tea for export.He often served as an assistant, accompanying Mr. Wu Juenong and his father to travel far and wide.They travel day and night between Chongqing, Hong Kong and various major tea regions.During the period, due to the poor road conditions during the war, they had several car accidents.The most dangerous time was to go to Guiyang with Mr. Wu Juenong and others. As a result, the car overturned on a winding mountain road called "Hanging Rock". Fortunately, it was blocked by a big rock and did not fall into the abyss. Hang Han didn't mention this matter to anyone, even when his father asked him after he knew about it, he didn't go into details.He couldn't help being a little surprised, how much pain the family had experienced in the past, how many narrow escapes, and he was used to not having a father at that time.Now suddenly a yelling father appeared, his temperament was completely different from that of his uncle.He is full of talent, showing off everywhere, and everything can rise to the top of international, domestic, and world wars.After hearing about Hang Han's distress, he made a long-distance call to his son, and the fire on the other end of the phone asked repeatedly if Hang Han was injured, and he must go to his home to recuperate from his injuries.Hang Han is very unaccustomed to this kind of enthusiasm, and he can't explain why, the relationship between him and his father has not been successfully adjusted because they finally got together. He didn't mention these things at all when he wrote to his family in Jiangnan.This was originally a letter from home to report safety, but Hang Han talked about a lot of tea in the letter.He remembered his uncle's words and thought that construction was his bounden duty.The sudden opening of the world and the enthusiasm of the whole nation made Hang Han a young man with passionate ideals. In his letter, he said: Dear Uncle, Dear Mother: I don't know if this letter can reach you as scheduled, because I can't send the letter directly to you, but I have to go all the way, maybe the letter will reach you.It's been a long time since.I first want to tell you what is my job.Now I want to tell what I know about tea, which I believe is a matter of great concern to my uncle.As far as I know, despite the difficulties, we have made great breakthroughs in our work.For example, in the purchase of tea in 1938, we added more than 100,000 boxes in Zhejiang and Anhui provinces alone. In such a cruel war, our tea purchases broke the highest record in history.From this point of view, I still agree with my father's view that the War of Resistance is construction, and this has been proved by facts. In 1939, we took advantage of the victory and advanced again, and all indicators exceeded the quota requirements. In the past two years, he overfulfilled the barter contract with the Soviet Union and exported a lot of red and green tea to Britain, France, the United States, the Netherlands and other countries. The international reputation of Huacha was strengthened, and the tea farmers and tea merchants also gained greater benefits than before the war. The family received letters from him one after another, but it was almost half a year later.And the same is true for the letters he received from home. This is the postal route in wartime.The letter was written by my uncle, and it was written directly to Jiaping, with a reply letter to Hang Han included. At this time, Fudan Tea Department was already in the midst of pregnancy and childbirth in October. The establishment of Fudan Tea Science Department is a major event in the history of Chinese tea science. This matter has been brewing for a long time. Mr. Wu Juenong has discussed it with his disciples and friends many times, and Hang Jiaping has also helped him with many specific affairs. In 1939, Mr. Wu Juenong met Mr. Sun Hanbing, a professor, dean and dean of the law school of Fudan University when he was in Hong Kong. They quickly reached a consensus after discussing that a large number of professional scientific and technological talents must be cultivated to revitalize the tea industry.Mr. Sun Hanbing immediately reported to the then President of Fudan University, Wu Nanxuan, and Mr. Wu obtained the consent from the then Trade Commission and China Tea Company to form a team consisting of Wu Nanxuan, Sun Hanbing, the general manager of China Tea Company Shou Jingwei and the then director of the company. Mr. Wu Juenong, Director of the Tea Department of the Trade Commission, Assistant Manager and Chief Technician of the China Tea Corporation, was a member of the Tea Education Committee, and agreed to co-organize the Department of Tea and the Specialized Course of Tea in Fudan University. Recruitment from tea-producing provinces.It can be said that this is the earliest tea department established in Chinese colleges and universities, and it has a profound impact on the development of higher education in China's tea specialty, the cultivation of talented people, and the restoration and revitalization of the tea industry. As early as May, Hang Han knew that he would become one of these young tea masters and students.He and his father's good friend, Mr. Sun Hanbing, are also very familiar with each other, so they were the first to know about these enrollments from various channels.Unexpectedly, half a month later, Mr. Sun Hanbing would be killed in the indiscriminate bombing of Fudan University in Beifu by Japanese planes at the age of 37.The person who first suggested the establishment of a department of tea science in Chinese colleges and universities did not see the day when the department of tea science was actually established. It was at the funeral of Mr. Sun Hanbing that his father met his son Hang Han. It was already the autumn of 1940, and Hang Han was about to become the first university student of the Tea Department of Fudan University.After the funeral, he handed his son a letter from Hangzhou.Uncle's letter is not long, but Hang Han believes that only he can fully understand it.The letter said: I thought that we would meet again somewhere in the near future, but it seems that we will have to wait for a while.Fortunately, I have spent half my life waiting, which is not surprising.I only hope that my son and nephew will get what they want.It is my heart to devote myself to tea learning. I hope that Han'er will start well and end well, and don't give up halfway.Everything in the family is always the same as it is changing. How you live your life when you are there has not changed much now.Because your future is promising and your situation is stable, your mother asked me to tell you again and again, study and work at ease, and don't worry about it.What was said at Cuiwei Pavilion in Lingyin Mountain in the middle of the night a few years ago finally came to fruition today.Beyond thousands of mountains and rivers, uncle and nephew should have a clear conscience.Also, after receiving Yi'er's news, I learned that you had an unexpected encounter, and by accident, it almost became an eternal hatred.Acting outside, be careful everywhere, I even] waiting for the day of family reunion.Cut it! Jiaping didn't wait for Hang Han to ponder the letter carefully, so he hurriedly asked: "The last time I went back to Zhejiang and met Hang Yi, why didn't you mention it to me?" "Didn't I tell you I saw him?" Jiaping frowned and said, "Can this count as mention? Your uncle wrote to tell me that you were almost buried alive by Hang Yi. Is there such a thing?" Hang Han froze for a moment, and said, "This is purely a misunderstanding. Their subordinates regarded me as a Japanese traitor. Why, how did they know about this?" "You think if you don't say it, no one will say it." Hang Han stopped explaining.He originally thought that such a thing happened between their brothers, and no one could bring it up again. The fact that he was almost buried alive by Hang Yi was indeed, as Hang Han himself said, a pure misunderstanding.He once escorted a tea boat with tea boxes, and was intercepted in the middle of the night when he passed a certain river in the Hangjia Lake Plain.At first he thought that the other party was a traitor and a robber who came to block the way and cut the path.Unexpectedly, without saying a word, the group gave each of them a shovel, asked them to dig a hole by the river, and ordered them to jump down after the hole was dug.Before they could recover, the wet soil was thrown on them.Only then did Hang Han hurriedly shout: "What are you going to do?" "I still don't understand, I'm going to kill you bastards and traitors!" one of them shouted, she was still a woman. Hang Han breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and quickly said: "Misunderstood, we are not traitors, we have something to say." "I have something to say, what do I want to tell you? Speak Japanese. You guys, the first one is a traitor. Along the way, the Chinese tea is stolen to Shanghai and sold to the Japanese. We don't know? We The captain said, all traitors like you will be killed, and none of you will be left behind!" At this time, the soil had reached his waist, and Hang Han began to feel breathless, and at the same time he felt dumbfounded.These tea leaves were collected through my uncle.Along the way, he pretended to be a traitor ship in order to deceive the Japanese, and he also pretended to be a Japanese translator.Unexpectedly, not only the enemy was deceived, but also his own people. Seeing that the soil piled up and they were about to die for no apparent reason, Hang Han suddenly had an idea. He thought of the inspiration that the woman had mentioned about their captain just now, and he suddenly thought of Hang Yi.Didn't Hang Yi also become the captain of the guerrilla team? Perhaps they would have heard of his name, so it's unknown if the misunderstanding can be resolved.He panted and shouted again: "Wait a minute, there is someone who can prove that we are not traitors. Have you ever heard of Hang Yi? The captain of the guerrillas in the water town." Someone shone a lantern in his face and asked, "How do you know him?" "He's my brother, how can I not know him?" Those who filled the soil stopped their hands in unison.Hang Han saw them gathered together, discussing what to do.That woman, they called her Tea Girl, said that she could call the captain to identify her, she was a liar, and it would not be too late to kill her.Hang Han was ecstatic when he heard it. He forgot that he almost lost his life, and was immersed in the joy of the reunion of his brothers. Sure enough, after a while, Hang Yi came over.Using a lantern to take a picture of Hang Han, who was half buried in the soil, he laughed loudly, patted Hang Han's half body that had not yet been buried in the ground, and said: "It's really a flood that rushed into the Dragon King Temple. I wanted to bury a traitor, but my brother was killed. It's buried. Tea girl, hurry up and dig him out!" The tea girl exclaimed in surprise: "It's really your brother, captain. Why can't I see anything like you all the way? He also speaks Japanese all the way. I'm sorry, I'm going to ask someone to dig you out." When Hang Han shook the soil and climbed up, he couldn't help but said with lingering fear: "It's so dangerous, fortunately I thought of you, otherwise I would have become a wronged ghost. You don't know how to figure it out before you start, and then you talk about it." , He is really a traitor, so he might just be buried alive." "Resisting Japan is not about writing poetry. Where did the subtleties come from? There are always incidents of accidental injury. Who told you to pretend to be so Japanese along the way. We have been watching you, but we have been watching you for two days. If you really died in my hands, you would sacrifice yourself for the Anti-Japanese War, and there is nothing you can do about it." Hang Yi strode forward without any guilt or fright at all. They talked all night long that night.Hang Yi introduced his anti-Japanese army and described how he got on this road. He didn't evade his first murder at all.In the dark, he lay on the bed, stretched out his hands, and said appreciatively: "Look, my hands are bloody now, full of fascist blood!" Hang Han was silent for a while, then said: "I have killed people too!" "It's not surprising at all!" Hang Han jumped up from the bed at once: "Chu Qing told you?" In the dark, he couldn't see Hang Yi's expression, only heard his different tone: "She will tell me, she will still be her? But I know she went to Hangzhou, who did you attack? " "can not say." "I know who it is." "Don't say it!" Hang Han who just lay down jumped up again. "Okay, I won't say, but you still seem to kill too few people." "Uncle said, let you kill people, I will build." Hang Yi suddenly fell silent, and after a while he said, "I never imagined that a gentleman like father would talk like this." Hang Han turned his face to look at Hang Yi who was lying on the opposite bed. Under the candlelight, the profile and demeanor of his long-lost cousin was surprisingly similar to his uncle who was trapped in the Yangbatou compound in Hangzhou.Startled, he clasped his hands to his chest. "I heard Mr. Zhao is in trouble..." Hang Yi raised one hand in the air, tossing the pistol, and said thoughtfully. "Originally, my uncle and my mother were going to come out, but they stayed to handle Mr. Zhao's funeral, and then they were put under house arrest and not allowed to leave Hangzhou City." "I know." Hang Yi replied, "I know everything about Hangzhou." Hang Han thought of grandma and eldest aunt, he thought that Hang Han knew all this... "—why don't you mention grandma and great aunt?" Hang Han held his breath!Really, Hang Yi knows what happened in Hangzhou.Just in a daze, Hang Yi jumped up and rushed out the door.Hang Han held back for a while, but couldn't hold back, and rushed out too.There is a river in front of the door, and the smell of grass and fish permeates the riverside.Occasionally, when the water waves are bright, there will be the sound of fish jumping.In the grass, some wild birds were cooing.Hang Yi squatted by the river, staring blankly at the river.Hang Han stood there, not knowing what to say.After a long time, Hang Yi asked, "Han'er, what did you see in the river?" Hang Han looked carefully for a while, then shook his head and said, "It's too dark. What about you, what did you see?" "I saw blood." Hang Yi replied. Their respective eyes were moist, but they didn't want each other to know. By the time they finally calmed down, it was already late at night.But none of them fell asleep.Perhaps in order to find a lighter topic, Hang Han mentioned Chu Qing: "Does she come often?" "Come often." "Are you under her leadership?" "No, I lead myself." "Then she still comes here often?" "She came to convince me, to convince me to come under her leadership." "What about you?" Hang Yi was silent for a while, then suddenly broke out into a chuckle in the darkness, and said, "Well, sometimes I listen to it, sometimes I don't want to listen to it, so I don't listen..." "She once mobilized me to go to the base with her." "She also mobilized me, she even mobilized me to go to northern Shaanxi!" "Why didn't you go?" "Me, I haven't killed enough Japanese." Hang Yi said casually in the dark, his lazy tone sounded very cruel. "Then she still comes to look for you?" Hang Han asked hesitantly. "Come on, she is here on behalf of the organization. I am one of all the anti-Japanese forces that can be united. Her organization has entrusted her with the task of uniting me." "Then you two will be arguing forever." "It's not like we've been arguing forever!" "Did she discuss communism with you?" "怎么不讨论，来一次讨论一次。不过这和抗日还不是完全一码事，这是信仰。你读过《共产党宣言》吗？" "No." "这是他们的《圣经》，我不想在没有搞明白之前就进去，我不想因为喜欢她就进去。明白吗？" "我可真没想到你一下子成了一个这么沉得住气的人。" "那是因为我欠了人家的命。"杭忆声音发闷地回答。 "What did you say?" "不谈这些了，谈些别的吧，你有女朋友了吗？" "哪里的话。你呢？她知道你喜欢她吗？" "怎么不知道。她每次来，我都和她睡觉。" 杭汉的脊梁骨一下子抽直了，他盯着发黑的河水，半天才说："你、你、你……你怎么可以和她、和她——"他牙齿打了半天架，也说不出那"睡觉"二字。 "那你叫我怎么办，像从前那样给她写诗？" 杭汉好久也没有再说话，杭忆站了起来，说："老弟，是不是不习惯我的变化了？我让你吃惊了。你晓得这里的人们叫我什么——冷面杀手！可是在她眼里，我依然是一个黄毛小儿。" 杭汉这才说："我晓得她喜欢你，她从一开始就喜欢你。那时候你的手指白白的蘸着墨水写诗，从那时候开始她就喜欢你，可是……"杭汉叹了口气，"你不要随便和她……"他还是没能够把"睡觉"两字说出来，"她这个人，心重得很。" 杭忆沉默了一会儿，说："汉儿，你可是一点也没有变。有些东西你还没经历。你不晓得，我做不到不和她在一起；你不晓得那时她是怎么样的，她像一片春风里的新茶嫩叶，就完全是另一个人了。你不懂，小孩子，你不懂……" "你爱她？" "我爱她，爱她，爱得有时恨不得朝自己脑袋上开一枪……" 他一边咬牙切齿地说着，一边搂着杭汉的肩膀，离开了河边。天快亮了，他们这对久别重逢的兄弟，还有许多话要说呢。 那一次从江浙回来，杭汉就再也没有机会回江南了。不过他还是不断地给家里写信，告诉他们种种事情，其中包括意外地与小姑妈寄草在重庆的相逢。 自从寄草出现之后，亲情就开始热闹和错综复杂起来，比如今天的约会，就是寄草特意安排的。杭汉拉开竹椅，让小姑妈坐下了，对面几张椅子还没有拉开，寄草就皱起眉头说："我在保育院值班，还担心着迟到不礼貌呢！怎么，我们倒是先到了，他们却是迟到一步的，什么礼数？二哥这个人也真是的。是不是那女人使的鬼？" 杭汉摇摇头，小姑妈的想法总是那么出人意料之外。从前在家的时候，他就知道亲戚间对小姑妈的一种评价——林藕初加沈绿爱，等于杭寄草。杭汉想，刚才他坐了好一会儿了，也没想到什么女人搞不搞鬼。 杭汉到现在也没有谈过恋爱，他也不太了解女人们，更不了解他的那位后妈。虽然他已经在重庆呆了两年了，但他还一次也没有见过这个神秘的南洋富商的画家女儿，他甚至连一次也没有到过父亲在重庆的家中。他只看到过那母女两个的照片。寄草不停地问他，那女人到底漂不漂亮？到底是她漂亮还是他母亲叶子漂亮？还是她杭寄草漂亮？杭汉实在是弄不懂这些女人之间的差别——他从小就在美人窝子里长大，没有比较就没有鉴别。再说他天性和杭忆不一样，他们两个，在女人问题上，可以说是一个早熟一个晚熟，他实在没法回答这问题，只好说："我看，还是那个小女儿漂亮。" 其实这话也是随便说的，从照片上看，那女孩子还没长成一个人呢，睁着一双木不愣登的大眼睛。如果说这也算是个美人儿，那么，也只能算得上是一个小木美人儿吧，和杭家那些一个个人精儿似的女人可是不能相提并论的。 寄草一听到这话就笑了，说："你啊，大傻瓜一个。那孩子才多大？我听说，她可不是你爸爸生的，是那女人结婚时带过来的呢。" "谁管谁生的，反正现在她叫我父亲爸爸。哎，不说这些了，我们还是先喝茶吧。他们来了，你自己看到了就知道。爸爸不是说了，今天把她们母女两个都带来吗？" "什么你爸爸说的，还不是我说的！"寄草就很得意地说，"你爸爸才怪呢，老想着让我到他的新家去见他的那个新女人。我可不去她那里。她呢，当然也不会去我那里。最后我才提出了这么一个方案——茶馆，中立地带。" 杭汉不由自主地又看了看这个大茶馆。他们是坐在半露天的走廊上，隔着走廊可以看到茶馆里面的戏台子上，有一个人正在说着评话。说的是杭汉在江南茶楼里时常听到的那种根据话本改编的故事。一听这说书人的口气，就知道这也是从他们江南一带流落到此地来的艺人，说的是一段元代《清平山堂话本·快嘴李翠莲记》中的片段。只见那艺人捏着小嗓说： 公吃茶，婆吃茶，伯伯姆姆来吃茶。 姑娘小叔若要吃，灶上两碗自去拿。 两个拿着慢慢走，泡着手时哭喳喳。 此茶唤作阿婆茶，名实虽村趣味佳。 两个初偎黄栗子，半两新炒白芝麻。 江南橄榄连皮核，塞北胡桃去壳祖。 二位大人慢慢吃，休得坏了你们牙！ 两个听到这里，都会心地笑了起来。这可是久违的乡音啊，难为能在这里听到。寄草心里好像很高兴，捂着嘴笑个不停，还说："我记得从前在家的时候，大哥常常要出我的洋相，叫我快嘴李翠莲的，那时倒也不觉得李翠莲是个什么样的人物，反倒是在千山万水之外再听了这个段子，才知道她的趣处来。" 杭汉见小姑妈高兴，才说："你们想见就你们见吧，何必又一定要拉上我呢？我自己的那一摊事情还忙不过来呢。前日检验茶，在码头，又差点和他们孔家的人打起来，这帮青皮！" "你懂什么，正是因为你的那摊子烦心事儿，我才约着他们一家出来喝茶，你以为我小姑妈那么吃得空啊。"寄草突然说，"我就想看看这女人靠不靠得住，对你好不好？你爸爸从来就是一个没脚佬，天涯海角到处在飞的人。我这一走，你在重庆连个依靠的人也没有，小姑妈我不放心。" 杭汉很吃惊，说；"怎么你又要走？你不是在保育院好好地当着你的老师吗？我们好不容易才重逢，才没过多久，你怎么又要走了？你说我爸爸是个没脚佬，只晓得飞，你自己可不也是一个没脚佬了吗？" 寄草摊摊手，苦笑了一声，说："你可别把你爸和我扯一块儿啊。我是为了谁变成没脚佬的，你爸爸是为了谁变成没脚佬的？" 杭汉愣了一会儿，才问："有罗力哥哥的消息了吗？" 这也是一种很奇怪的称呼，杭忆、杭汉都叫寄草姑妈，但是却叫比寄草还大的她的未婚夫罗力为哥哥。也许潜意识里，寄草就是他们的姐姐，他们就是同一代的人吧。 提到罗力，寄草就来了劲。原来她已经打听到了，太平洋战争一爆发，罗力就上了中缅边境，这一次消息确实，有人正从那里回来，说他们亲眼看见了罗力。他本来是一个标准的军人，作战参谋，可是因为他会开车，现在却成了一支车队的队长，日夜在前线拉运战备军需物资。 从J；冲到中缅边境，那是什么样的距离啊？杭汉也不顾辈分大小了，就几乎气急败坏地说："你疯了，跑那么远去！我听说日军正在那里大规模调兵，英军和印度军队还有缅甸军队，再加上我们中国军队，都在那里准备打大仗。你去了，未必找得到他。再说，你即便找到他，他一个军人，看到你这么一个女人去了，又能帮他做什么，你不就是给他添乱去吗？" 寄草倒是一点也无所谓，一副横是横拆牛棚的架势，说："你又不是不晓得，我本来就是一个疯子，我们家的女人都是疯子。嘉草姐姐不是疯了吗？你们却不晓得，她疯的那会儿，我也就疯了。你不要对我再说那些不让我去找罗力的话了。我找不到他，我就得死，我找到了他，也可能是一个死。两死相比，我还是选择了找到了他死的路。……你啊，小毛头孩子哪，你晓得什么叫疯狂啊！我能跟你说什么呢？你这个毛头孩子，有一天，到依洛瓦底江去收我的疯狂的尸骨吧……行了，我们来喝茶吧，记得西晋文学家张载的《登成都白茹楼》吗——芳茶冠六清，溢味播九区，人生苟安乐，兹士聊可娱……来，我们也学一点古人的洒脱。此地不是江南，此地惜别，无柳可折，我们入乡随俗，还是点一道茶吧——" 不远处的茶房看到她举起了手，走了两步，又看到对面坐着的小伙子把那年轻女子的手又按了下去。他认识这个南方人大学生，他常常是心事重重的——不要去打搅这些流离失所的人们吧，他就知趣地又退了回去。然后，他看到一个十一二岁的小女孩惊慌失措地跑进了茶馆，东张西望着，一边擦着脸上的泪水，一边跺着脚。茶房又看到那大学生模样的人站了起来，走了过去，和那女孩子说了几句话。然后，急急地走到刚才那女子身边，那女子听了没几句，就尖叫了起来，一茶馆的人几乎都被她的叫声吓了一跳，还没弄明白这是怎么一回事，这一行三人，已经消失在茶馆里了。立刻就有人凑过来打听那是怎么一回事。那茶房摇着头说："我也不清楚，好像是谁出事了。也许，就是那小女孩子的亲人，没听清楚，这年月，不是每天都在出事吗……"