Chapter 70 before returning home

Since returning to the embrace of the motherland, I have passed seven National Days under the review of my dear Chairman Mao.Every National Day, I have participated in more grand and majestic parades, more joyful and exciting singing and dancing, and I have also seen the faster and more brilliant achievements of the motherland.In the past six or seven years, I myself have grown from an ignorant child, under the education and training of my dear party, to a twenty-year-old youth who vowed to contribute everything to the cause of the people.Like all young people, I will welcome the festival that shines like the rising sun in the sky ten years after the founding of the People's Republic of China with infinite joy and reverence.I think that while living this great festival, I will still remember my experience in the period before returning to the motherland as much as I did on the first National Day.

That was in Tokyo, Japan.My parents took me to my aunt's house.There was a farewell reception this afternoon, and my uncle invited a few American friends he knew well and gave us a farewell party, because we will go to the United States soon. Uncle is a journalist.Since my father lost his job, in order to stay in Japan, he also used the name of a reporter in a Chinese newspaper in Nanyang.Most of the people we communicate with are journalists from various countries. We walked to my aunt's house, but the guests hadn't come yet. My uncle was busy mixing cocktails with a smile on his face as usual, and two Japanese waiters in white clothes were putting snacks on the dining table.

My aunt took my mother and I into the study—the study and the living room were separated by a thick curtain—and I saw Brother Xiang sitting on the carpet next to the gramophone, flipping through records.His head was wrapped in gauze, and his eyes were bruised. Brother Xiang is the nephew of my uncle, but my uncle doesn't like him.I heard my aunt tell my mother that because my aunt did not have children, my uncle wanted to bring a child back from outside, but my aunt refused, saying: "I don't want the wild bastards outside, why don't you go to my hometown and take your nephew who has no father and no mother?" It's my own flesh and blood." Uncle couldn't hold back his aunt, so he had to bring Brother Xiang from the countryside in China.He was only a few days older than me, but he was tall and big, and his eyes were squinting, as if there was always a kind of anger.My uncle hated him as soon as he saw him, saying he was wild and stupid.But the more uncle hated him, the more my aunt took care of him.So Brother Xiang is a little more affectionate to his aunt.

Brother Xiang had only been here for a few months when we arrived in Japan.It was when he was not used to everything and had no relatives, he and I got acquainted immediately.Later he went to an American school, and I went to an international school, and we became more distant, but he still often came to our home to read Chinese novels and books and newspapers from Hong Kong, and talked to us about the motherland.He often said angrily: "In our house, I can't read a single Chinese character. My uncle is simply a fake foreigner, a foreign slave! One day I will escape from this foreign circle!"

Of course, comparing Brother Xiang with my current classmates, his level of consciousness is still very low, but among my many male and female companions who were striving to pursue the American way of life at that time, he was the camel in the flock, the chicken in the flock. Cranes in.Only he can often give me a thrill, reminding me that the motherland is lovely. Since volunteers from the motherland came to North Korea to help the Korean People's Army fight, Brother Xiang and we were all very excited.Every day, from the military newspapers covered up by the United States, we study the retreat of the US army.The two of us are still in the little room on the roof, listening to the radio of our motherland, dancing around the radio.But ever since the news that our family was going to the United States got out, brother Xiang's attitude towards us was simply bad.

Brother Xiang didn't even look up when we walked into the study.The aunt sighed, and said to her mother: "Ah Xiang got into trouble again, he beat an American kid in school yesterday..." At this moment, Brother Xiang threw the record on the ground and said angrily, "Who told him to be on my side all the time?" Cursing the Chinese in front of him? Who told him to scold 'the Chinese people who don't know what to do and dare to break ground on the Americans'? I warned him a long time ago, and I said, 'Be careful! If you dare to curse again, I will beat you!' This coward hid behind a group of people and screamed "China..." Before he could finish speaking, I parted the crowd and knocked him down with one punch. Several American kids who were close to him surrounded him Hit me..." Brother Xiang smiled proudly, curling his swollen lips, "Don't look at them beating me until my face was swollen and my nose was black and blue, they all lost their prizes too.Later, a few Chinese children came to help me beat them up, which I didn't expect..."

At this time, there was the sound of a rustling car driving in on the gravel in the yard, and my uncle called out, "Ladies, the guests are here, where are you hiding?" My aunt and mother hurried out. Brother Xiang ignored me, just found a set of "Madame Butterfly" record and put it on the turntable. , motionless. I stood excitedly by the side-time passed so slowly! Suddenly there was the sound of a fist hitting the paper in the living room, and a hoarse voice shouted: "Blow them up with an atomic bomb! These Mao Zedong's ghost children!" Brother Xiang stood up abruptly, his face livid.I quickly went to the curtain and looked out. The one who was going to kill us with an atomic bomb was Colonel Niu Jin, the director of the 85th Military Hospital.

His face was flushed, and he was holding a magazine in his hand. On the cover was a head of a giant, followed by dense waves of people.A reporter with a short beard, holding a wine glass and chewing something full, walked over and said with a smile: "Mao Zedong's ghost children are not afraid of the atomic bomb! I have seen their desperate efforts!" Another reporter wearing yellow shorts in an open-collar shirt also came over and said, "Mr. Dean, have you studied the white powder on them? The heroin our children use is much stronger!" Niu Jin stared into his red eyes and said, "What ecstasy? They are savages without feelings!" At this moment, there was a bang behind me, and Brother Xiang lifted the cover of the gramophone After closing it, he said to me, who turned his head, in a trembling almost growling voice: "Did you hear that? There are still people going to the United States at this time, and they are the most... the most worthless!"

As soon as he said that, he rushed out the door. I froze there with anger, I was not angry with brother Xiang, I was angry with my worthless father and mother! After standing for a while, I walked out in a daze.Mother was sitting at the little table with Mrs. Willcons.This American woman, who must come to every reception and get drunk every time, is already half drunk at this time.Masquerade hair fell over a heavily powdered forehead, and the lipstick was faded.With a wine glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other, she gestured to her mother, "I tell you, you will be exhausted to death in America, unless you are a millionaire.

How comfortable it is to be in Tokyo.The Japanese girls are so nice and obedient, they will do everything for you.I am worried about how we will live when we return to China next year.It would be great if I could bundle up these maids like luggage and take them away..." She was in a crooked posture of binding people, and a glass of wine was spilled on the table. She squinted and handed me the empty glass : "My dear boy, fetch me a whiskey soda from your uncle's. "When I got the wine for her and turned around to leave, she grabbed me and said, "Thank you——are you only thirteen years old?"Almost as tall as your mother.As soon as you come to America and drink our thick milk, you will grow faster.When I go back to see you next year, you should put on lipstick, put on high heels, and have a boyfriend! As if she had slapped her in the mouth, I struggled to break free, and said shortly, "I will never put on lipstick..." I ran out of the door in one breath, followed by owls Laughing loudly: "Chinese girls are really thin-skinned, they are so ashamed when they talk about having a boyfriend! "

I didn't want to go to Brother Xiang, and I didn't even want to make progress. I found my car in the yard and sat in it.My mind was spinning like a windmill: Enough, this is my future! "Put on lipstick, put on high heels, get a boyfriend", "Savage", "No Promise"... In the living room, the lights were dim and the voices were noisy. In and out.I heard them muttering and cursing in a low voice: "Every time I have to lie down a few people, I'm all drunk!" Finally, when it was getting dark, these drunks dragged themselves out, got into the car, and left one by one.I heard my aunt calling me, looking for me.Then my father, mother, and aunt all came out, and my uncle followed behind, also drunk.My father opened the car door and peeped in. When he saw me, he turned his head and smiled at my aunt and said, "I found it. This kid is very weird these days—you go in, we're leaving." Along the way, my father drove the car, and my mother sat beside him silently. Neither of us spoke. When we got home, Mr. Lin's broken car was already parked in front of the door.I don't like Mr. Lin very much. He is an overseas Chinese with Taiwanese nationality. Our daughter said that he is engaged in the black market.Every time he came, he always took away a few bottles of foreign wine, a few cans of coffee or a few packets of sugar that we had saved. When he came, he always talked secretly with his father behind closed doors in the study, maybe it was for black market accounts! Both father and mother went into the study.I stood in the dark yard, looking at the light coming from behind the paper door of Watanabe's house next door. I was about to take a step, but suddenly I retracted.Since the news of our going to the United States got out, Reiko has become cold towards me too! Reiko Watanabe's father was a railway worker.Reiko's mother passed away the year before last, and Reiko's widowed sister, Keiko, who was brought back from Hiroshima, is taking care of the house for them.Reiko was the same age as me, and only a few days older than me.Her older sister Keiko is in her twenties. No matter whether it is sunny or rainy, she always wears a turban on her head; Very low, or turned around. After we moved in next door to her, Reiko and I got to know each other gradually.Once she told me quietly that her brother-in-law was killed by an atomic bomb, and her sister was also wounded all over.My sister didn't want to come to Tokyo at first, she didn't want to meet people, but later because she needed help here, and her health was getting worse and worse, she couldn't continue to work all day, so she reluctantly came back.As soon as this matter was mentioned, Reiko hated the Americans with gritted teeth, and said, "You didn't see the scars all over her body, and you didn't hear her talk about the hell on earth in Hiroshima after 8:15 in the morning on August 6 that year." In this case, tell me, are Americans still human beings?" She also said: "My father fought in northern China and was a prisoner of the Eighth Route Army. He still feels ashamed when he mentions Japan's invasion of China. He said: 'Imperialism is not a good thing! Imperialism makes the Japanese kill the Chinese, and it makes the Japanese kill the Chinese. Let the Americans kill the Japanese, and if imperialism is not eradicated, there will be no peace in the world.'" She took my hand and held it tightly.At this time, I really felt the loveliness of the Japanese people from the bottom of my heart! In our alley, there are two girls who are "married" to the U.S. military. There are often U.S. military jeeps parked at the door, and U.S. military clothes are drying in the yard.These two girls have returned to China with the U.S. Army. When talking about them, Reiko said angrily: "How much I hate them and feel sorry for them! They wait to suffer in the United States, worthless people!" I said, "Reiko, you never want to go abroad again?" She laughed and said: "That's not necessarily true, for example, go to China, where you and my friends are. When are you going back to your country? " A few days ago, my father suddenly said that we were going to the United States and that the visas for Taiwan had already arrived.My mother even ran to the school to do the transfer letter for me.Our principal, a Catholic aunt in the United States, was very happy, boasting to the students how lucky I was to go to school in the United States. Many Chinese and Japanese classmates envied me, but I saw that they voted enviously for me. Those who look at me are the people I look down on the most, and the people who look down on me are the people I like the most, such as Brother Xiang and Reiko, although neither of them is my classmate. My heart is very heavy, I must express my attitude to my parents - I will not go to the United States! I ran into the house and slammed the study door open.This is the only western-style room in this house, with a fireplace on the wall. My father and Mr. Lin are sitting in front of the stove, burning something, while my mother is standing by the table and checking some letters.There were no windows open in the room, and the curtains were drawn down. The air was hot and stuffy, so I opened the door and stood by the door. The three of them turned their heads back at the same time. Mr. Lin only looked up and still burned his paper. My mother looked at my face and said, "What are you going to do? Come in and say something." I closed the door and clasped my hands behind my back. Standing with my back against the doorknob, my heart was beating violently, and I said hurriedly: "Have you thought about our going to America? Can't change plans?People are laughing at you, saying that people like you will end up in the United States—how worthless! My father took a look at Mr. Lin, and suddenly laughed happily. Their indifference made me angry, and I said loudly, "Didn't you hear Feng?That group of American drunks drinking with you, that Niu Jin, wants to use an atomic bomb to kill us Chinese, how much hatred does he have for the Chinese, do we still want to go to the enemy's country?Go yourselves—I'm not going! The mother's eyes were suddenly filled with tears of joy, and she said: "Son, you don't understand..." At this moment, Mr. Lin stood up, and his face suddenly showed a kindness and dignity that I had never seen before. He stretched out his hand to me, and I walked over obediently involuntarily.Mr. Lin pulled me to his side, stroked my shoulder and said, "Your parents are not going to the United States, they are going back to Beijing—" I looked at my parents' faces with great joy, and Mr. Lin continued: "No Speaking of going to the United States, can they get a visa for Taiwan? Can they leave Japan? You can’t talk about this! Now don’t worry? I’ll take you to a Chinese movie tomorrow night, and now go upstairs to bed Bar." This night, I lay on the "It It Mi" and looked at the starry sky outside the open paper door. I stretched out my arms to the brilliant starry sky, as if I wanted to see the huge head that I was about to see, and his back. The dense wave-like flow of people hugged me into my bosom full of joy. The next day, after much deliberation, I discussed with my mother that we should quietly tell Brother Xiang the news of our return to China, and go to see Chinese movies with him.The mother thought for a while, and said that Brother Xiang was a very thoughtful child and would not tell his aunt and uncle about it, so she agreed. I happily ran to my aunt's house.It happened that my aunt and uncle were not at home.Brother Xiang still ignored me at first, but when I told him the news quietly with a smile and dancing, he looked at me very surprised and happily.He held my hand vigorously with both hands, and said sadly: "You guys have gone back, what about me?" I couldn't wait to run to tell him that I wanted him to know that we are not worthless people. When I was sad, I regretted that I should not have let him know! I comforted him and said: "Brother Xiang, there is nothing difficult in the world, as long as there is a heart." As long as you have the heart, you will definitely be able to go back in the future! - Don't be sad, Mr. Lin will take me to see a Chinese movie tonight, you and I'll go home." Brother Xiang followed me downstairs silently, in this short period of time, he seemed to be a different person, the anger that soared into the sky disappeared, but at the same time, his head drooped and his eyes became gloomy. I feel sorry for him! The place Mr. Lin took us to was the Soviet embassy in Tokyo, a tall white building.The hall downstairs is very majestic, and there are many people sitting in it - there are Chinese and Japanese, everyone seems to be familiar with it, and there are many laughters.We sat on both sides of Mr. Lin - the lights went out, Chinese music was played, and big luminous characters flashed on the screen, which read "The Great Unity of the Chinese Nation".In this colorful film, the rivers and mountains of the motherland are so beautiful, and the people of the motherland are so excited and happy, especially in the section of the National Day parade in front of Tiananmen Square, the great Chairman Mao, standing on Tiananmen Square, facing the happy people happily Laughing and waving excitedly.His smile is so hearty, so kind, so bold, so full of inspiration!The sea of ​​red flags in the square below is boiling, the sea of ​​flowers is boiling, and the sea of ​​people is boiling!I was so touched and so happy, my tears flowed down.I saw tears of joy glisten on the faces of the people around us in the light reflected from the bright film.As for Brother Xiang, he clasped both sides of the seat with both hands, raised his shoulders, and his face was extremely serious. It was hard to say whether it was sadness or joy... From then on, it was the experience of returning to China all the way, which can be said to be very Fortunately, it was the time when a group of acquaintances in Tokyo went out to escape the summer heat, and even my aunt's family didn't come to see us off because they went to Karuizawa, which was even better.Because we are on an Indian ship instead of an American ship, heading west instead of east! On the National Day of the second year, I was already a junior high school student in a Beijing school, and I joined the guard of honor at the front of the parade.My excitement is as you can imagine.When I stood straight in the neat youth team, I looked at the sea of ​​colorful flags and flowers around me, crowds of people, huge models one after another... above was the clear blue sky of Beijing, and in front was The tall and majestic Tiananmen Tower, our dear Chairman Mao and his loyal comrades in arms are all standing there, waiting for me to hold my fiery heart bursting with sparks to them! At this time, I still vividly remembered the many Chinese youths who were struggling to throw themselves into the embrace of the motherland. I knew not just one or two—like Brother Xiang—but tens of thousands of them.I am an experienced person, although my experience is not worth mentioning compared to others. For example, the students who came back from Singapore, once they leave Singapore, they can never go back, and they are cut off from their families forever. Or escape from the dark environment regardless of everything, and happily throw yourself into the embrace of the bright, promising motherland that can serve the people wholeheartedly—on the National Day, when everyone is jubilant, I will always remember the overseas Chinese. Those Chinese youths hope that the sound of congratulations resounding through the sky on this day will roll to every shore of the earth like sea waves, giving them great encouragement and encouragement. The military parade ahead is almost over, and the orderly and mighty ranks of various branches of the People's Liberation Army have walked through Tiananmen Square and headed for the majestic West Mountain. The tune of singing the motherland was played.I straightened my chest, held my head up, and stared ahead. Together with thousands of young people from the motherland, I started my first National Day in front of Tiananmen Square. song collection. )