Chapter 91 to Qinglong Bridge

The National Day is in full swing, but far away from Beijing, go to Qinglong Bridge. The car started slowly, only to see the endless pale yellow plains and the continuous distant mountains at the end of the day. ——The further you go north, the deeper the mountain becomes.The rocks standing on the wall flew past the car like a screen.From time to time, there are very shallow dark green mountain springs flowing under the rocks. The leaves of the mountain persimmon trees have fallen off after the autumn wind, leaving only a few green half-ripe persimmons hanging on them.Facing the morning wind, the withered grass on the mountain moved peacefully, like a huge blanket.

"The original is also very beautiful, but Jiangnan..." I stood bored against the cold iron stove. They were all talking and laughing at the window, and I looked over their shoulders at the soldiers sitting in the corner over there. "Soldier!" Maybe it's hidden in my nature, I often pay attention to soldiers unconsciously in the crowd. O world!forgive me!My experience is too shallow, really too shallow!My experience tells me this, and I can only tell the world so loyally and bravely, saying: "I have never seen such a beastly, depraved, and evil soldier as I read in books and newspapers in my life." !"

Maybe experience deceives me, but I am weak, but I dare not deceive the world! A friend said to me,——we were in the courtyard at that time, watching our military classmates from a distance—"Whenever I saw a person in gray and yellow clothes, I felt a kind of loathing and trembling with terror. " I looked at her and said solemnly: "I never think like this. When I see them, I will always have a serious thought!" She laughed and said, "You have never been in a military disaster!" I said, "What about you? ?” She said, “Me neither, but I often read stories about vicious soldiers in books and newspapers…”

I am deeply saddened!In my heart, unspeakable pity and depression have been lurking latently for several years!Writer! How come the people with swords and guns in your writing are all so crazy and cruel?The blood and tears of the civilians flowed out, but where did the blood and tears of the soldiers go? All the soldiers were wiped out under the pen, and the chaotic, dark and tyrannical masses were engraved in people's hearts.From then on, the solemn military uniform has become a red blood mark; the loyal soldier has become the follower of Satan.Poor soldier, from now on in people's hearts, there will be no bright day!

Although my experience told me so resolutely, I dare not believe it. What ordinary writers write is true.The masses of soldiers are just like other masses, there are good people and there are also bad people.However, writers, no matter what, you must be blamed for causing people's unreasonable, unconditional, and generalized aversion to all people in gray and yellow clothes! Let's talk about humanity!Take these brave and bloody youths out of the field of education, and shut them in the dark and cruel sphere of influence, so that they can't stop absorbing the habit of cruelty and killing their instinct of love and compassion.When there is something to do, drive them to the death place where they slaughtered their own kind; when there is nothing to do, tell him to wear tattered military uniforms, eat black flour, drink cold water, and get up in the middle of the night to guard and leave the team. Acoustic moderate life.A letter from home came: "We want to eat!"

He wrote back and said: "There is no money, and we are in arrears for seven months!——" Poor young man of the Republic of China!On the road to the end of mountains and rivers, where is your fork? ... My thought tide, then rises without limit.Countless ideas rush together, but time is but a moment. The car door opened and three men in military uniform entered.The first one, with a pink hatband on his head and a dark yellow woolen coat, was tall. The two behind him were slightly shorter and wore only ordinary yellow military uniforms. They filed through the crowd and passed in front of us. Go straight to where the soldiers are sitting.

They still looked out of the window without paying attention, or talked and laughed with each other.I was silent, following them with my eyes fixed. Over there a soldier stood up.Two red collar patches surround his slender neck, making his face darker.His face was slightly pockmarked, and he was of medium stature. He stood up and only reached the inspector's shoulders. The inspector with the pink hatband was looking sideways at us.I can see it clearly: a round face, short eyebrows, broad shoulders, a thin belt tied around the waist, holding hands behind the back.The white velvet gloves were slightly stained, and the white cloth wrapped around the arm had also turned gray. The following words were written on it, "Chahar Main Station, military and police inspection..." We couldn't see them behind our backs.

He asked calmly, "Where are you from, and where are you going?" The soldier stood upright, and when he heard the question, he quickly unbuttoned his military uniform and took out a business card from his inner pocket. Come with your passport and hand it over without a word. —perhaps a few words were spoken, but so low that I could not hear them.The inspector stared at him and said: "Okay, but we are business-like, even the president's film cannot be used as a ticket! And this passport can only be taken on the slow train. Brother! Just wait at the station, it's only an hour away !"

Soldiers!Forgive my immoral speculation at that time.I think the soldier must be furious!I was afraid there would be a big quarrel, so I backed away unconsciously, and moved closer to the window, as if I wanted to avoid the bloody thing. The inspector put the film in his pocket—the soldier stood with his head bowed, his slightly numb face was full of hesitation, helplessness, and pity.From the side, he only saw his very long eyelashes, which kept moving up and down. The train is still going fast.He finally sat down without a word, staring blankly out of the window.Looking from behind, only the head with the military cap and the short-cut hair is shaking slightly from side to side at the same speed as us.

I took a deep breath and relaxed, but immediately felt a very strange feeling! It's time to stop!He stood up feebly, carried his bag, and walked outside.A woman came across, and he stepped aside respectfully.After passing by the inspector, he nodded and got out of the car. The inspector was questioning and answering another soldier.This soldier was a bit older, with a very thin face, and sleepiness and weakness appeared everywhere between his brows and eyes. At this time, he also stood straight, with a trembling voice, and said, "I am...in the mansion of Adjutant Chen, and he sent me to...to go."

On the one hand, he also solemnly presented a picture.The inspector's face was still tense, and there was no expression of emotion except his eyes, he still said solemnly: "I know that the military is very busy now, it's not that I don't want to leave a way for the brothers. But a film cannot be justified in business.Since Adjutant Chen is a member of the military organization, he must not be ignorant of the rules on the train—you should get off too! " The old soldier Ding also got out of the car silently. The inspector turned around, and the two young soldiers over there quickly stood up and said first, "Let's go to Xiyuan." The inspector checked the passport, smiled and said, "Okay, you can take the slow train too! Look. Is your uniform insignia as messy as yours in the military? Where is the dignity of the country?There are so many foreigners in the car, you are not afraid of their jokes! "The two soldiers who followed the inspector stepped forward with a smile, and lifted up the two collar badges that were dragged on their shoulders with thread ends. The two young soldiers bowed their heads in shame and were speechless. The inspector opened the door and went to the front car with two assistants. The car door slammed shut, and I woke up like a dream, with a slight tremor all over my body. ——It’s not hatred, it’s not terror, think about it calmly, ah!It is the deepest shame and praise! There are seven people in total: so dignified, so gentle, so obedient without resistance!I don't believe these scenes, they are only presented in front of me... I have climbed the Great Wall!On the top of the city in the chaotic mountains, under the dim and erratic sunlight, it is independent against the wind.Surrounded by loneliness and desolation.Except for a string of light yellow camels walking slowly from the foot of the dark yellow mountain, everything is monotonous!Look at the white silk scarves on their heads, in twos and threes, blowing farther and higher in the city.I stayed in the city by myself.In my ideal, it is easy to feel emotional. On the Great Wall of the great buildings thousands of years ago, I stood blankly, but I didn't feel any emotion at all! Only the solemn and gentle expressions of those few soldiers, the peaceful and solemn words, and the unknowable disgust in people's hearts that they don't know: these things are all weighing heavily on my weak soul—— Under the wind of the sky, I don't know that there is someone in the world that I don't have! The night of October 12, 1922. Anthology "Past Events", first published by Kaiming Bookstore in January 1930. (In the quiet night of November 11th—a rumble in the distance can be heard suddenly—rumble, where is the wall being built! Ah - it's the night of November 11th... Thinking of the sound of the guns, my heart gradually sank - sank. God, have mercy!With this sound, the foundation of the wall became solid.Commemorative bricks piled up one by one, distinguishing it from the world of love! God, have mercy! They are building a wall! The night of November 11, 1922. )