Chapter 63 Cremation(17)

Jurengong is in great trouble.How to tell Ergou?Since the enemy entered the city, he has repeatedly lost face in front of Ergou.However, those embarrassing things all came from his inability to deal with the Japanese, and teaching the Japanese to scold him seems to be the most appropriate thing, so this kind of embarrassment, after thinking about it, can be equal to no embarrassment.Now, he has to lose face again, and the reason for losing face is that he can't control his own daughter; if he can't even control his own daughter, what kind of work does a person have?In order to hide his embarrassment, he came back angrily, cursing as he walked; when he saw Ergou, he didn't report the process of negotiating with Menglian, but continued to scold Ergou, so as to teach Ergou: "Look, I'm the one with you!" The old man will also get angry and curse!"

Just as he was about to sit down, Meng Lian also followed in gently.He was embarrassed to continue cursing, but he didn't dare to stop suddenly, so he made some random noises without knowing what to say, and put down the hookah vigorously!Unintentionally, he pulled down a teacup with his sleeve and shattered it on the ground.These noises made him feel satisfied, but at the same time he was a little scared, afraid that if he really got angry, it would be harmful to his health.Menglian didn't look at her father, but focused on Ergou.Er Gou avoided his eyes and pursed his lips, as if he didn't bother to look at her.In his heart, he was very uneasy.He was a little afraid of her, and there seemed to be some inviolable righteousness in her. "Ergou!" Her voice was small but powerful, like the tip of a needle.She wanted to teach the muscles on her face to relax, showing a nonchalant look.However, she didn't do it; there was no blood on her face; her muscles shrank urgently, as if she had suddenly caught a cold. "You just invite the Japanese, I will definitely accompany them! Without a pistol, I at least have a knife and scissors; I will stab half of them to death, show you! Even if I don't have a knife and scissors, I still have teeth and hands! If I beat them to death, even if I die, you will not survive, because you are the master, and you invited them to come to seek death! Do you understand?"

Wang Juren wanted to plug his ears and eyes with his fingers.At this time, he almost really hated Menglian!He said in his heart: "With my self-cultivation, how could there be such a pungent little girl? My old life must be ruined in her hands! Hateful!" Er Gou's eyes have almost never been opened so wide!He began to understand: he had offended a person who really "eat raw rice"!That's right, if Menglian offended the Japanese (not to mention assassinated with knives and scissors!), he himself must die with him! he laughed.He quickly picked up the two invitations and put them in his pocket. "Just kidding! Just kidding! I didn't invite the Japanese, I just wanted to scare you! Forget it, I'm leaving!" He twisted his body twice, like a big loach, and wanted to go out .

"Ergou! Don't go!" Menglian ordered him. "I've made it clear to you, from now on, you are not allowed to think of me again! Tell you, even if I marry a wild boar, I can't marry you! You are afraid of the Japanese, and I hate the Japanese! Get out!" She said A mouthful of saliva fell on the ground. Ju Rengong wanted to say something; before he opened his mouth, Ergou had already "rolled out".He heaved a long sigh.Menglian glanced at her father and walked out quickly. Uncle Song came in from the outside.Menglian didn't wait for him to say hello, she crossed her mouth.Uncle Song quickly followed.

Uncle Song seemed to suddenly grow ten years older.The enemy has not bullied him in any way, because he is Wang Juren's tenant, and Wang Juren has already given him a cushion.However, Uncle Song suddenly aged ten years.What he saw and heard were all things that should be gritted his teeth and shed tears. The whole Wencheng was flooded with tears and blood. Wencheng's happiness or sorrow is like how a doctor can judge whether a person's heart is healthy or not by hearing.On weekdays, when he hears trumpets and gongs and drums from a distance, he knows that there is a funeral or happy event in the city.In the early morning, the singing from the wind will teach him how many elementary school students are raising the flag and singing the national anthem.He likes children the most, and he is eager to have a fat grandson.The sound of firecrackers in the city made him feel the excitement of the New Year. ...lives outside the city, but he doesn't feel lonely, because the sounds in the city are like a phonograph, and he can hear the play without going to the theater.Now, there is no sound in the city, drum music no longer accompanies weddings and funerals, fireworks no longer welcome the seasons, children’s singing has become mute; when the wind comes, what it brings is nothing but emptiness, stopping in the pine trees For a moment, weep!Wencheng is dead.Occasionally, he also heard a little noise - gunshots.The enemy is shooting people in the city again!

On weekdays, there are always people in the city, whether they are knowledgeable or not, who come to him to drink saliva and rest their legs.Even if he doesn't go to town often, he knows what's going on in town.Now, people in the city dare not come here anymore; the enemy hates this pine tree, and anyone who walks through the woods should be beheaded.He has almost severed ties with Chengli, and Wencheng no longer greets him.In the morning and at night, he must have seen some enemy soldiers with guns walking past his fields.They taught him to see evil and evil, and the reason why there was silence in the town.

On weekdays, although Wencheng is not a happy place where the doors are kept open at night and the roads are not picked up, one can live in peace inside and outside the city; even if there is an occasional thief or robbery, it seems to only increase the mutual concern of the residents instead of making a fuss. feel threatened.Now, those enemy soldiers who patrol in the morning and evening are the No. 1 robber in Tianzi.They take whatever they see, and whatever they like.Chickens and ducks, pigs and sheep, clothes, jewelry, women, are all the same.They are pirates, the most ruthless, most petty pirates.What Lao Zheng saw and heard was the dirtiest, shameful, and barbaric history—although it was still short, it was no longer something a bloody person could bear.What worried him most was Xiao Zheng and his wife.Xiao Zheng is so bold and bold, while his daughter-in-law is so young and ignorant.Women, nowadays, are sin and disaster.He kept watch over them day and night, so as to keep them safe from the bayonets and beasts of the enemy.He is the eyes, ears, and nose of the hut; he is always watching, listening, and sniffing like a hound, lest the enemy catch them unawares.There is hardly a day when he does not say to himself: "Kill, kill my old man! God, please leave my son and daughter-in-law behind!" During the day, he was panic-stricken, and whether it was the crowing of an eagle or the barking of a dog was enough to make his heart beat; He listened to the wind in the pine, or looked at the blue sky, as if there would be disasters falling from the forest or from the blue sky.At night, he slept restlessly.He recalled the peaceful scene in the past, and the heroic sacrifice of Company Commander Tang, and planned for tomorrow.There is no tomorrow, and tomorrow's life and death are no longer up to him to decide.Whenever those enemy soldiers with guns want your life, you have to go to another world.

He likes work the most. The smooth wooden handle of the hoe and shovel and the smell of the ground always give him a little joy.Holding a hoe, standing on the ground, taught him to feel as stable as a pine tree, and his life took root in the ground.Now, he is too lazy to go to work, because Wencheng is dead, and his own tomorrow will not be bright again.He often sits in a daze.When he was in a daze, he realized many truths.He was in town before the war, listening to lectures by students and gentlemen of the school.He heard moving terms and principles such as "patriotism" and "subjugation".Their words did move him, but only for a moment;Those matters of patriotism and national subjugation are too far away from him, just like hearing that an American chicken weighs nine catties. Although it is interesting, it has nothing to do with him.Now, he realizes many truths.If he had the opportunity to give a speech, he would definitely tell many facts about patriotism and subjugation.In the Menglian room, Menglian sat down, and Uncle Song stood up.No one said anything.Meng Lian wanted to ask him to sit down, but before he could say anything, the silent, hot tears were already streaming down.She hid her tears from her father and Ergou; now, she saw Uncle Song!Uncle Song, I don't know why she was crying, and he didn't bother to ask, the old tears flowed naturally.Tears come from the heart, and when we cry together, our hearts will be comforted together.None of them persuaded anyone, but let their tears flow to purify the grievance in their hearts.

"Miss Lian!" Uncle Song wiped the tears from his beard and called in a low voice. "Miss Lian! Let's talk for a while!" Meng Lian didn't make any unnecessary movements or coquettishness, and gently rubbed her eyes with a handkerchief, generously and resolutely, holding back her tears.From tears, she raised her voice: "Uncle Song!" Uncle Song sat down automatically, wiped his beard wet with tears with his right hand, and stared blankly at Miss Lian.In a low voice, briefly, she told him the grievance in her heart. "What should we do? Uncle Song!"

"What should I do?" Uncle Song only gave such an echo, and there was nothing he could do. "I want to escape, but how do I escape?" She lowered her voice extremely low.Uncle Song shook his head. "Then be careful! A young lady, where can she escape in this time of chaos?" Uncle Song's sympathy, concern, and caution gave her a lot of comfort, although he didn't have a brilliant idea. "Don't run away, I can't do it!" Her brows frowned; followed by a slight smile on her face; she wasn't optimistic about the matter, but because Uncle Song was on the side, she felt happy in her heart.

"If you don't escape, you can't do it!" He bumped into her voice like a mountain. "What should I do?" Uncle Song's cheeks moved tightly, and he froze again.After being stunned for three or four minutes, he found the words: "Miss Lian! If you want to escape, I will follow you! But there is one level, I don't care about my bastard and wife! The Japanese are looking for women everywhere, Widow Li from Wangtun With her eighteen-year-old girl, twelve days ago, Du—Miss Lian, you understand, I dare not go into details! I am worried about my daughter-in-law!" "I can't implicate your old man!" "But, only if I follow you, can you dare to escape with confidence!" The hearts of the old and the young touched one place.They haven't figured out a way yet, but they feel warmth and hope in their hearts.They feel that as long as they do not surrender to the enemy, they will have a way of saving themselves, with all the dangers and difficulties involved. "Miss Lian, let me ask you something first." "What?" There were indeed laugh lines on her face, she was happy, and she felt that she was important. "I found out," Uncle Song lowered his voice very low, "Our county magistrate now lives in Daliu Town!" "How?" She leaned closer to him. "I'm going to pay the money!" "Pay money and food?" She didn't seem to know that there was such a thing in the world. "I want to lighten Ju Rengong's crime!" His voice was already low as a whisper. Menglian thought for a while. "I understand! It should be done this way!" "Someone has already done this, and handed over the money and food to the county magistrate of 'our'. We should do the same, so that the county magistrate knows that Ju Rengong is not really 'following' Japanese devil, he is still from China!" Uncle Song's demeanor taught Meng Lian that although he wanted to help Ju Ren Gong, he didn't dare to talk to Ju Ren Gong directly; he knew that Ju Ren Gong loved money. Meng Lian was speechless for a long time.The war had changed her, and she had now learned how to think.In the past, all her actions were determined by momentary pleasure; now, she has been overwhelmed by the war, and she must try to use thoughts and plans to teach herself to stand up. "You, Uncle Song, go and tell Dad. I can't go, he and I just got angry. He loves money, and he loves life even more! Explain your reason for coming, and see his eyes roll tightly, and the matter will be considered a success." Already!" "Oh," Uncle Song stood up, and wiped his tearful eyes with the back of his hand. "Miss Lian, if Jurengong is willing, I'll take a trip! It's a hundred and twenty miles away, and I can get there in a day and a half. Just let me check the situation on the road. If it's easy to go, miss Lian, run away But it's kind of, kind of—" "I've got it!" After Menglian found the appropriate words for him, her heart lit up, as if she had seen a way to escape and regain her freedom. Uncle Song patted the dirt on his clothes with fingers like jujube sticks, trampled on his shoes, coughed dryly once or twice, and went to see Jurengong.