Chapter 2 pushed in the back

August 6, 1945.The world's first atomic bomb exploded in Hiroshima, and perhaps the development of things began with this atomic bomb. Without this atomic bomb, my father would not have died young. After their parents got married, they lived in Hiroshima. When the fighting raged, they evacuated together to Saga, the mother's natal home.They were really lucky not to be bombed. However, the news that the new super bomb was dropped on Hiroshima, of course, also reached Saga.My father was worried about the situation at home, and returned to Hiroshima alone a week later to check on the situation.

"Where is everyone?" My father muttered such silly things when he saw the bombed-out city of Hiroshima. The Hiroshima that my father saw was just like that, with nothing left.Everything was blown up and everyone died.And my father also lost his life because of this trip to Hiroshima. How could my father know that there was still a lot of radiation dust left in Hiroshima at that time!He got atomic sickness because of it, even though he just wanted to see what was going on at home... Therefore, when I was born, my father was already sick in bed. Father and mother were just in their twenties then.

It's a sad story. but-- When I grew up, I always felt that something was wrong. So, I asked my mother: "Mom, when I was born, Dad was already in the hospital?" "Well, hospitalized." "Then, when my mother has me in her womb, is he still healthy?" "Where, he's already hospitalized." "Then, did he go home to recuperate during this period?" "He's been in the hospital." "Oh? Is the ward a single room?" "How is it possible? At that time, the hospitals were full, so where are the single wards?"

Very strange!In a "crowded" hospital, they are really good... But when I pursued it further, my mother blushed and mumbled something, and she disappeared in a hurry. In short, I am a memorial left by my father to my mother. For this reason, I have no impression of my father.I seem to remember, when I was very young, I once waved to someone and said, "Come back soon." If my father had been hospitalized, that person must not be my father.Because I used to live in the homes of several aunts, maybe I was waving with a certain uncle. In any case, I started to have vivid memories, probably not long before elementary school, when my world was completely occupied by my mother.

After my father passed away, my mother opened a tavern in Hiroshima and raised my brother and me.The store was opened in the house where my parents used to live, next to the Atomic Bomb Memorial.Shortly after the atomic bombing of Hiroshima, the downtown area was almost like a big slum.Every household occupied land without authorization, set up stalls and opened shops, and everywhere was crowded with all kinds of shops. My mother used her home as her shop, so we had to rent a small hut with only six tatami mats nearby.My brother and I stay in the hut to look after the house every day, but I am too young and very attached to my mother. I often miss her, and when I think about it, I can't help but cry.The nights of waiting for my mother to come home were always endless, and I kept crying alone, which upset my brother.

I remember that as soon as I cried, the landlady came to coax me and said, "Don't cry!" She hugged me on her knees and stroked my head. Landlords at that time were very aware of the situation in the tenant’s home.Not only know the family members well, but even the income and debts are even clearer than the tenant himself.My aunt is also very aware of our family's situation and often takes care of me. Crying at home will at most disturb the neighbors, that's all.The trouble was, when I was in elementary school, I would sneak out of the cabin in the middle of the night and run to my mother's shop in no time.

That area is like a slum. When I was little, I swished into the store, which made my mother very worried.Probably since then, my mother has hatched a plan without telling me. Of course I don't know anything. One day in the second grade of elementary school. My mother's younger sister, Aunt Kisako, came to our house from Saga to play.She looks a lot like my mother, instead of a busy mother, she took me around, and sometimes let me rest on her lap, and plucked my ears.I quickly fell in love with Aunt Kisako.When I stay at home at night, as long as Aunt Kisako is around, I don't feel lonely.Even the dinner became rich and delicious because of Aunt Xi Sako's care.

I even thought, it would be great if my aunt lived here all the time!So it didn't take long, when my mother told me this, I nodded without hesitation. "Zhao Guang, my aunt is going back to Saga tomorrow, let's go to the train station with my mother to see my aunt off." The next day, my mother and I went to Hiroshima train station to see Aunt Kisako off.Although it was to see off, it was also a trip that our mother and son hadn't had for a long time. I was dressed up, my leather shoes were polished, and my mother and aunt were holding my left and right hands respectively. I was so excited.

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Shortly after entering the platform, the train steamed into the station. "The express train 'Swallow' bound for Nagasaki is entering the station now..." That was the train my aunt was going to take. Although my aunt got on the train, she was still standing on the door pedal. "Sister, goodbye." "Xi Sako, say hello to Mom for me!" The two said goodbye reluctantly. I also felt sad about being separated from my aunt. "Aunt Xi Sako, come again!" As I said that, I looked up at my aunt's face. "Jingle Bell……"

Like a signal to cooperate with my aunt's vigorous nod, the driving bell rang.Just as the door was about to close— With a "boom", I staggered forward. Of course, even a long time ago, the ringtone for driving would not be "boom", let alone push people forward.I was still nestled in my mother's arms, but when I looked back... It was my mother who pushed me! "Mom, what are you doing?" As I speak, I'm already on the train.Immediately afterwards, the car door slammed shut as if receiving a signal.The train started slowly with black steam. Of course, I'm still in the car.

"My mother pushed me." Through the car window, I saw my mother crying. The train was not as fast as the Shinkansen at that time, and I could clearly see my mother crying on the platform. I turned my head, and my aunt was crying too.I took turns looking at the crying mother and aunt, and said with a smile: "It's okay, Auntie, I can get off at the next stop, don't worry about it!" But my aunt continued to cry, and then said with tears in her eyes: "Zhaoguang, you will live with the grandma in Saga from now on." For a moment, I froze, not knowing what to say. "Sorry, I didn't tell you in advance. But if I did, you would definitely not want to. Staying in Hiroshima would be bad for your education. After everyone's discussion, I can only ask Grandma to take care of you." After understanding the situation, it was my turn to cry.I was completely in the dark. What did you say to see my aunt off? In fact, it was my mother who saw me off! This time, I finally knew the purpose of dressing up and polishing my shoes. This matter has finally become a knot in my heart. Until now, no matter how fake the TV drama is, as long as I see the scene of mother and child parting, I can't help crying. When talking about the turning point in life, people often say: "At that time, so-and-so pushed me behind my back and made me finally make up my mind..." Every time I heard it, I thought in my heart: My life is really Being pushed from behind by my mother to change...