Chapter 9 Chapter VII

The ore was crushed quite neatly under the hammer. If you want it to be broken into four pieces, you can only make four pieces, and if you want to break it into three pieces, you can only make three pieces.Duohe thought, people can grow iron hammers and wooden handles into parts of their own bodies, and how to exert strength is all controlled by the nerves.Stones can also get acquainted with you. Sitting here and knocking for an autumn and a winter, they will break your wish along with you. She no longer has to ask the team leader for leave.Last year, she often wrote on a small note: "There is something at home, please take a half-day leave." These are the words and sentences Zhang Jian made up for her.He was afraid that her lies would be incomprehensible to others, causing him to wait in vain at the rendezvous place, and he was also afraid that the lies she wrote were not purely Chinese lies, which would arouse the team leader's suspicion of her identity.This is not like going to the butcher shop, the grain store, and leading the family members to the construction site. The backbone of women is much more sensitive than the political sense of serious cadres.During Chairman Mao's inspection, there were two sabotage cases revealed by the backbone of women.At the same time, a statue of Chairman Mao with adhesive plaster was found in the trash can: it was broken and bandaged with adhesive plaster.In another case, a mineral radio assembly team was caught, teaching middle school students to assemble radios, and these radios could receive English and Japanese.Duohe's team leader is now very dependent on Duohe's production efficiency: she sits for a whole morning or afternoon without saying a word, and produces the amount of ore for three people.The next day she transported ore, also non-stop, more reliable than a good machine: load the stones, get on the bridge, turn around, pull out the bottom of the barrel, lean back, and the stones fall into the carriage.In the beginning of spring, Duohe has been digging ore with everyone for a year, and she still bows when she sees people, with a big smile on her face, as if seeing you is the happiest thing for her today.People murmured to the group leader: Why is Dahe not like us Chinese?Why not?The Chinese are cooked enough for you to eat the vegetables in my lunch box in an hour, and I will break your half-stretched steamed buns.People are talking about hygiene.Then the hygiene is not right.What's wrong?Can't tell.

People gradually discovered that Duohe was short-hearted.You call her: Dahe, bring that bucket of mung bean soup here!She babbled and moved the enamel bucket that could only be lifted by two people.You said to her: That road is not easy to walk, so you use a shovel to pad while everyone is resting.She picked up the shovel and left without any doubt: while everyone is resting?Who am I then?Am I not part of the crowd? When the family members gather together, they always talk about whose husband beats his wife, and whose daughter-in-law fights wits and courage with her mother-in-law.One day someone yelled to Duohe who was coming down from the single-plank bridge carrying an empty barrel: "Zhu Duohe! Your sister is so lively and knows everyone, why don't you find a husband's family?"

"Exactly! How many people has Zhu Xiaohuan been a matchmaker for?" "Zhu Xiaohuan is a matchmaker, and it's a success! Our neighbor's brother-in-law is the daughter-in-law Zhu Xiaohuan introduced. The suburban vegetable farmer I met from the vegetable market is quite pretty!" "Zhu Xiaohuan wants to live in the old society, earning money will be old!" "Then what's the matter with her? With such a beautiful and white girl, she is almost always at home." "Zhu Duohe, how old are you?" Duohe looked at this, looked at that, they spoke too quickly, some were from the south, and some were talking in twos and threes, she didn't understand them all.

"May I ask you, Xiao Zhu, how old are you?" This time she understood.She stretched out two fingers first, and then stretched out nine fingers with both hands side by side.Her expressions and actions are very serious, like the kind of stupid people who want to prove that they are not stupid and know numbers.Then she smiled like that again, her sincere, big smile that never changed from strange to familiar. The family members froze for a moment.They just didn't get along with this Zhu Duohe, and they couldn't breathe anywhere, and they were stuck there. "Should I introduce someone to you tomorrow?" A southern woman said, "I have a cousin in Nanjing Institute of Chemical Technology. He is in his thirties. He is a good-looking man, but he is a little bald. When he is in his thirties, he needs to find someone who looks like him." Dahe is so gentle and beautiful, white and tender."

"Why don't you tan, Dahe?" Dahe has already filled the ore and walked towards the railway. "Powder it?" said a woman from Northeast China. "The Japanese face powder we bought in my hometown is very good. Every face will be white and fine. After the small Japan surrendered, the powder is everywhere." Dahe couldn't hear what they were saying at all.Only now did she put together the southern woman's words and spell them out into sentences.It wasn't until she poured the stone into the wagon that she realized what the spelled southern dialect meant.It was to introduce a bald man in his thirties to her.School of Chemical Engineering.Love pretty women.Thin skin and white flesh are just like her Duohe.

Everyone wants to marry her off, including Zhang Jian and Xiaohuan.If she could have given up her children, if she could have concocted a story to be believed, they would probably have married her. More than four months ago, she watched a group of people take Zhang Jian away in the elm bush behind the club, and when Zhang Jian appeared in front of her again, she knew that everything had changed, under the surface that nothing had changed changing.He changed the day shift that day and had a full day.This whole day will be in the past, but he will not change his life. He will take Duohe to a far away place, as far as the river where he once lost her.But that day, he had been sleeping since the night shift, and Dahe didn't even hear the sound of him going into the toilet or pouring water for washing his feet.He slept from eight in the morning until six in the afternoon.At that time, Dahe put his two sons at the dining table for dinner, and seeing him sleep with a bruised nose and a swollen face, he came out of the big house and dragged his two feet into the toilet in a muddy manner.He didn't see Duohesi at all, and he didn't respond to his son calling him.When he came out of the toilet, his son called him again. He turned around holding on to the door frame, as if he had been paralyzed from sleep, and now standing was a standing puddle of mud, and he would have collapsed without relying on the door frame.

Dahe called him.Duohe called him very special: Erhe.She called it that way more than ten years ago, Hungry Hai, Hungry Boy, Erhe.Xiaohuan corrected her many times, and then said with a smile: Erhe is Erhe.She was worried that she would not be able to bark correctly, so she tried to bark as little as possible. If she barked, it proved that she had no choice but to be impatient. He leaned there in a puddle of mud, with a large fold above his eyebrows. "I'm exhausted," he said. She looked at him in horror.He was punished?What kind of punishment did he receive?There was so much pain in his eyes.At this moment the door was unlocked, and Xiaohuan came in, bringing back the steamed buns and porridge bought from the cafeteria.Working in the cafeteria has nothing to do with the benefits of being a grandma, except that you don’t lose a lot of food.Xiaohuan complained to the sky: Is this fucking fried eggplant still called fried eggplant?Every eggplant is fucking eight months pregnant, with a bag of seeds!Xiaohuan is always the same, mean, and the canteen is becoming more and more unmanageable.It seems like nothing has changed.Zhang Jian went straight back to the big house and went to bed again.

Another week later, Zhang Jian was still in a deep sleep, as if he wanted to sleep back the energy and energy that had been consumed by his tryst with Dahe.He talked to Duohe by chance, that is, older children can really eat, and at the age of five, they can eat two liang of steamed buns!Or is it: the second child went downstairs to pee again?Someone downstairs just scolded it!Or: I don't need to iron my work clothes!Climbing and sitting everywhere in the factory, it will be out of style after a while! Dahe always looked at him.He always pretended to be confused, pretending not to understand so many words in her eyes: What are you going to do?Didn't you say you love me?You took my heart out, and you brought it back, but my heart is wild, and such a small place can't hold it!

He never gave her dating hints again.She signaled to him, but he pretended not to see it.She made the secret signal to ask him to give her a plain sentence face to face: what happened to him in the factory?Did Xiaohuan know?They have been like this since then, returning to half-baked, unclear relationships? This spring came early, and the surrounding area of ​​the quarry was green.Dahe sat among a large group of noisy family members, listening to them protect her as a matchmaker, and listening to them ask her about the secrets of skin care.Dahe always didn't understand what they were talking about until they had finished speaking for a long time.When she roughly understood that a certain woman was talking about the powder on her face, the woman had already come up.By the time she understood what the woman meant by walking towards her, it was already too late. The woman stretched out a finger and wiped it on her face, then looked at her fingertips.Only then did Dahe understand that a group of women bet that Zhu Duohe had put on powder, so he stretched out his hand to wipe it off to see if it could remove a little white.

Dahe stared blankly at the group of women in their thirties. The family members scolded the woman who stretched out her hand.It's not really reprimanding, but jokingly saying that she will touch people when she sees them being honest! The woman said: "Oh, so tender! If you don't believe me, come and touch Zhu Duohe's face!" The women ask Dahe if they can touch him.Dahe was thinking, they wouldn't go too far, could they?The women have come up one by one with one hand.Dahe watched them talking with each mouth, and they said good things.Dahe himself touched the place touched by them.When Duohe walked away, the family members said that something was wrong with Zhu Duohe, and asked her if her face should be touched, but she stood respectfully and let you touch it.

Duohetou climbed onto the truck heading home to the genus area.The behavior of the family members just now made her feel even more lonely.She wears the same straw hat as they do--a year's worth of weather, just as shabby as they do; she wears the same canvas overalls--both husbands weed out, so they're all fat and big, but they'll never See the difference from her. The truck moved.Every ditch truck threw her and all the women together, close to each other, but she felt their bodies against her.Before falling in love with Zhang Jian, she never thought that she would integrate into a Chinese society and let the Chinese recognize her as the same kind.She didn't even feel alone.She has her children: her own flesh and blood that she bred for herself--bloods that are half of the Takeuchi family blood.She once thought that as long as they surrounded her, Dailang Village would surround her.But these have all changed.She fell in love with Zhang Jian all her life. It seemed that whether he was the father of her child was irrelevant or not.How many times has she eloped with him in more than two years?She can never go back to where she was.The Dailang Village she built secretly was destroyed.She destroyed it herself.Because she longed for the country where Zhang Jian was born to accept her and integrate her indiscriminately.Because she fell in love with Zhang Jian fatally, she accepted his motherland without choice. All the families in the truck were giggling again.She missed the jokes they told.She will never fit in with them. Zhang Jian's sudden burst of love for her made her the loneliest person.The truck stopped, and the family members got off the car in a swarm, pulling one by one. Those who got off first followed under the car, and those who got off last shouted: "Jump, there is me!"Dahe slowly moved towards the back of the truck.What is she in a hurry for?There is no more Zhang Jian waiting for her with fiery kisses.When Dahe was the last to get out of the car, the other family members walked away. Duohe walked up the big slope, but didn't turn on the path leading to the stairs of his own house.She walked straight up the big slope, and the bell of the bicycle behind her gradually disappeared.The oncoming is more and more dense foxtail, and further forward, the pine trees come, and gradually there is a unique aroma of pine trees. With the steep hillside at the foot, the aroma of pine trees becomes more and more humid and shady.On the stone, there is a layer of moss gray, green and white.The little train whined and whined behind her.The moss of the stone, the long sound of the train, the aroma of the pine tree, is there more to bring her back to the Dailang Village that has ceased to exist more than ten years ago?No, these are enough.Dr. Suzuki was brought by the little train and then taken away by the little train.He jumped violently with thousands of people at the train station, a robot leg, a good leg, and a cane made a big fuss, and the creaking footsteps hurt the nerves of the girl Dohe.Dr. Suzuki has never been so evil.He predicted viciously that this little train might be their last chance to escape. If they missed it, they would leave themselves to the Soviet soldiers and the Chinese, who would pay their lives for the war.These Japanese land reclamation people were fooled by the government. Where is the wasteland reclaimed?The government unreasonably called the Chinese people's fertile land a wasteland and allocated it to them for reclamation.Sixteen-year-old Takeuchi Tazuru wonders if he's the only one who wants to follow Dr. Suzuki onto the little train.She didn't see the desperate situation clearly, she just wanted to appease Dr. Suzuki, who has always been gentle and gentle, and make him feel that at least it was not in vain after spending so much talking, and there is still an insignificant girl named Takeuchi Tahe who is willing to go to bed with him train.She also wanted him to see that she wasn't one of the deadpan villagers whom he called stupid.She had already pulled her mother and younger siblings to the door of the car. When her mother turned her head, she suddenly realized that the hand that had been pulling her and pulling her out of the village was actually her daughter Dahe's.Mother gave a big swing of her arms.At this time, she, her mother, and her younger siblings had different positions: her foot was standing on the door step, and Dr. Suzuki's robotic leg was a foot away.She thought a lot in a flash.She didn't know how she got down from the steps.Only after the train left did she have the time to sort out what had occurred to her for a moment. And until now, many years later, she still hasn't sorted out what she thought at that moment.The chirping of the little train, the scent of pine trees, and the moss on the stone made her return to Dailang Village. She suddenly thought that she was standing on the train step, looking at Dr. Suzuki's robotic leg, and thought that she would become attached to this mysterious leg. .It is the mystery of all Dr. Suzuki's mysteries.She was going to get very close to it. The aroma of pine trees is light for a while, then strong for a while, and whistles gently on the treetops.The whistle is moist, touching her forehead and cheeks.So what does it mean?Is the girl Dahe going to be the one who will serve Dr. Suzuki forever?If the mother's arm swung her away and she took a step up instead of down, she would be another Dahe, a Dahe who would not break her heart for a Chinese man. The oncoming pine trees are getting denser.She took hold of a tree and sat down on a stone thick with lichen.Her feet were not too far from the flood drainage ditch.It's been a long day, and it's not dark yet.This city is always impenetrable, either steel is produced here, or iron is produced there, or giant steel pieces are rolled out somewhere, so it always looks like there are miniature sunrises or sunsets. Dahe walked back slowly downhill.Only then did I feel that my legs were so heavy that I couldn't move, my knees felt weak, and I lost every step.Carrying stones is heavy work. Dahe stopped suddenly.She saw herself as a girl. The young girl Duohe was attracted by a spectacle: a stream of blood flowed from a crack in the stone as thick as a finger, flowed towards the sunrise, and gradually formed a ball on the edge of the stone: a blood ball the size of a pumpkin, translucent and trembling.How thick is the blood of several generations, flowing into something between solid and liquid.Several generations live together, body temperature, pulsation, and convulsions can't tell who is who, and finally it becomes a blood cell.After the girl Duohe heard the plans of the village chiefs for her villagers, she ran out of the village, towards the field.One by one the sorghum stacks came towards her, then dodged her, and then left her behind.That was her best run, running with the whistling wind in the open.The sorghum stakes under her feet wanted to nail her down one by one, piercing through the soles of her feet.She ran so that her hair was full of wind, and her clothes were full of wind.The wind ranges from cold to hot to scalding hot. How could she have imagined that the young girl Duohe was actually running towards these hundreds of identical red and white buildings, into the arms of a Chinese man she had lost, towards this heartbreaking night. It can be very simple, just find a tree on this mountain, hang a rope, and tie a slipknot.Gotta find a good rope.Good Japanese do this with good knives and guns.The ceremony is the most important, because how many such important ceremonies can there be in a person's life?She is not blessed with the most important wedding ceremony for a woman, this ceremony can no longer be improvised.She had to find a good rope. Almost walking downstairs of her house, Duohe saw a large group of people pouring out of the stairs, and heard Xiaohuan's voice from afar: "Who can borrow a car?" When the crowd got closer, Duohe saw the second child in Xiaohuan's arms.Someone in the crowd said: "Yo, his aunt is back!" Dahe squeezed away the people who couldn't help but caused chaos, and heard people talking along the way: It seems that he is not dead... Alive... Can he still be alive... When she squeezed closer, she saw that Xiaohuan was blind in both eyes Staring straight ahead, holding a child in his arms, he staggered but walked quickly.She could only see the top of the second child's head.Because she was holding the baby, Xiaohuan's tights were rubbed up and crawled on her chest, revealing a slender waist.Xiaohuan didn't feel it at all, she didn't even feel a wooden mop or cloth shoes on her feet. Duohe finally got close to Xiaohuan, stretched out his arm, and wanted to take the second child, and immediately took Xiaohuan's elbow: "Go away!" It was such a sharp elbow that it would cut through Duohe's arm like. People's discussions gradually connected in Duohe's comprehension and made sense: the second child fell from the balcony on the fourth floor.He and the older boy were flying paper darts down on the balcony, but somehow they climbed over the railing and fell down. Dahe is desperate.She squeezed to Xiaohuan again, and called out, "Er Kun (Japanese: the nickname of the second child)!" No one could understand what she was calling.Her two hands covered with ore powder turned into sharp claws, and she grabbed Erhai's arm, still shouting: "Er Kun!" She kept shouting, and Erhai, who had been closing her eyes tightly, opened them. . Xiaohuan stopped suddenly, two lines of tears quickly fell on the second child's face, her staring eyes became alive. The second child closed his eyes again. Xiaohuan sat down on the road, shaking the baby in her arms, crying and screaming: "My second child! What's wrong with you! What's wrong with you? Tell Mom..." The second boy didn't open his eyes, his gray face seemed to be fast asleep.There wasn't a trace of blood on his body, the old blue gown was washed white, the blue part of the extended cuff was still very fresh, and the patch on the elbow was black.This is a poor boy, but a very neat and self-respecting poor boy, how well patched, how crisp the clothes are with the iron! Xiaohuan said to Duohe: "Call him again!" Duohe called him twice.It was the second child's scientific name "Zhang Gang". The second child did not open his eyes this time. "Call like just now!" Dahe's eyes were dull, looking at Xiaohuan, she didn't know what she called just now. At this time, a person came by on a three-wheeled flatbed scooter. Xiaohuan got into the car with her second child in her arms, and Duohe got into the car too. The nearest to them was the factory department clinic.On the flatbed, Duohe reached out to feel the pulse on the second child's neck from time to time: it was still beating.Every time she took her hand away from Erhai's neck, Xiaohuan would look at her, and she would nod her head to show that Erhai was still alive.Xiaohuan urged the person on the scooter: "Big brother, hurry up! Big brother, the lives of the three of us are on your shoulders!" When I arrived at the outpatient clinic, the emergency doctor did various checks and said that the child seemed to have no serious injuries.No bones in his body were broken, and no internal bleeding was found. The only suspicious point was his head. At this time, the nurse brought a canned fruit to the second child, opened it, and fed him sugar water spoon by spoon.He has no problems swallowing.Will the child have no problem falling from such a high place?Xiaohuan asked.There's nothing wrong with it, he won't eat if there's an internal injury to the skull.Who will be okay falling from the fourth floor?It can only be said to be a miracle.Maybe the child's weight is too light, and the holly tree downstairs gave him another support.What should I do if I have a problem?From all inspection results, no problem can be seen. The doctor asked Xiaohuan and Duohe to take the child home first, and come back if something happens. "What will happen?!" Xiaohuan followed the doctor and stood up from the chair. "have no idea……" "I don't know you let us go home?!" She grabbed the front of the doctor's white coat. Doctor Xiucai looked at this northern woman as if he had met a soldier.She tensed her lips tightly, and the deep dimples on her cheeks were not sweet at all, which just emphasized her fierceness. "Let go... let go!" The doctor also became fierce, but he was still a scholar. "What do you think will happen?!" Xiaohuan's white coats in her hands increased a little. "How would I know? Are you being unreasonable?" "Don't talk!" "Xiao Ding," the doctor called back to the overwhelmed female nurse, "tell someone to throw her out! Make trouble for no reason!" Xiaohuan was already lying on the ground for some reason: "Push me! You son of a bitch, he pushed me..." A total of ten people came to the outpatient clinic. The female nurse proved that the doctor did not push Xiaohuan, and Xiaohuan accused her of protecting her.As a result of mediation by the director, an ambulance was dispatched from the outpatient clinic, and two people, one child and three people were sent to the People's Hospital for further investigation.There are authorities there, and there are many instruments. The doctor wiped his front which was turned into a rag by Xiaohuan, and muttered, "What's going to happen? I've finished eating that can of loquat in sugar water..." The emergency doctor at the People's Hospital was a woman. She lightly pressed here and there on Erhai's body. After finishing one item, she nodded and smiled at the two women who stretched their necks and looked at her.She smiled very softly behind the big white mask, and then she pushed the second child into the X-ray room, and finally let the brain examination machine check the second child's brain.After tossing around until after ten o'clock in the evening, she went to sit behind the desk and began to write something. Xiaohuan looked at her angrily.Dahe looked at Xiaohuan and took her hand, not knowing whether to comfort her or seek comfort from her.Xiaohuan's hand seemed unconscious, not as assertive as it used to be.Dahe felt that hand twitched subconsciously, and then twitched again, as if the female doctor had written each stroke in the second child's life and death book.No, it was written in Xiaohuan's own book of life and death.Xiaohuan was so engrossed that she forgot to close her mouth, and she could see a little golden tooth flickering faintly.On the contrary, Duohe is calmer than Xiaohuan. After all, she went to middle school in Dailang Village. According to all the inspection results, the second child is not in danger. The female doctor pulled down the mask, revealing her entire smiling face. "The child is not injured, everything is normal." She said as she stood up from her office chair. Xiaohuan somehow fell to the ground again, this time kneeling in front of the female doctor's feet, hugging her leg in a white coat, and began to cry. "Doctor! Thank you!" she whimpered. The female doctor was confused by her, and she was a little scared and embarrassed: "What can I thank you for! Your child is fine!" Xiaohuan didn't care about it, just hugged her leg and cried loudly: "Avalokitesvara is reborn... Our child is brought back to life... Great kindness and great virtue..." The female doctor pulled and hugged, and finally Duohe also came to pull, and then pulled up Xiaohuan who was crying into tears.The female doctor handed Duohe a few prescriptions and told her that the child is anemic and should eat more pork liver.The medicine on the prescription is to prevent internal bleeding, take it for three days, and stop the medicine if everything is normal for the child.Xiaohuan agreed to the doctor, "Alas, alas" with eyes swollen from crying.Duohe was surprised that Xiaohuan's wildness and ignorance made her farther and farther away from the idea of ​​"finding a good rope". The door of the emergency room opened with a bang, and Zhang Jian entered.He was wearing greasy overalls, a safety helmet on his head, and a towel around his neck. It looked like he had come off the crane directly.He was on the night shift from four in the afternoon to twelve o'clock in the evening. A neighbor brought the news to the workshop, and he rushed here. He went straight to the second child who was lying on the gurney, and the second child was his heart and soul.Ordinarily, he has no reason to be partial to the two identical sons, but he always feels that there is something about the second son that he cannot see through that fascinates him.Sure enough, the second child, who is often unexpected, performed another miracle. He hugged the second child and kissed him, the second child opened his eyes weakly to look at him, then closed them again.The female doctor said that the child was very frightened, and the trauma may need to be recuperated for a while. When he got home, Zhang Jian was furious at the two women. He didn't say anything when he was angry, and looked at them with a tiger face.According to Xiaohuan's words: This is his donkey getting up.The way he looks at people is horrible, you think he's going to grab a briquette or half a brick at any moment and shoot you, but most likely he'll shoot himself. He looked at them with horror. "Both of them can't see the child well?!" He spoke. "Who asked the neighborhood committee to run the canteen?" Xiaohuan said.As soon as Zhang Jian opened his mouth, everything would be fine, "If Duohe doesn't go out to earn that little money, we can't even afford pork fat!" Zhang Jian smoked for a while, and finally announced his decision: Dahe immediately resigned from his job.I can't afford pork fat or lard oil, and I can't afford cottonseed oil. I don't eat any oil, and I can't leave the child to the girl alone.Since the second child was sent to the hospital, the girl is still scared to hide in the neighbor's house.Mother Xiaohuan often has three words on her lips: "Uncover your skin!" "Smash your ass!" "Prick your mouth with a big needle." At this moment, Xiaohuan was standing outside the neighbor's house and yelling: "If you are capable, you will hide in that house for the rest of your life! Come back and see if I will expose your skin! Beat your ass to death!" Dahe pulled Xiaohuan's arm behind him. Although Xiaohuan took care of the children in the same way as everyone upstairs, it made Dahe feel embarrassed.Xiaohuan is not afraid of many things, but the first thing she is not afraid of is losing face.She pulled Xiaohuan towards the door of her house, a low table was knocked over, and a set of chess placed on it also flew, and some chess pieces flew directly from the gap in the railing and landed in the gutter downstairs.The chess master cried out, saying that two pawns were missing.Xiaohuan sneakily scolded them: "Aren't you missing two coins? Let's play along..." Dahe didn't move.What are you looking for for the rope?Make do with living.