Chapter 50 Chapter 49 Waiting

Old man Liu Anjing told a long story, and my American friend Linda and I didn't finish listening to it until one o'clock in the morning.We sat together in the shepherd's tent, drinking hot tea and listening to stories.Several times, I felt like I was on the scene. Old man Liu Anjing's storytelling was neither gorgeous nor ingenious. It was because of his real experience that Linda and I didn't type a single word After listening to it, I exclaimed incessantly. "Huang Qianshan, this trip to Xinjiang is really worth it, and I found such a wonderful story." Linda was amazed.

I asked suspiciously: "Uncle Liu, you seem to have not finished talking, right? How did the snow leopard die? Why did the head break off?" "It's all made of stone statues, they move so fast, it's hard for us to see them with our naked eyes!" Liu Anjing said to me, "And those black clouds and silver balls are all the energy released when the cracks in space are created. I have been asking about earthquakes in the Himalayas over the years, and it seems that the number of earthquakes is much less, and I hope that the crack has closed." I looked at the old man Liu Anjing, tears were streaming down his wrinkled cheeks, and he was silent for a long time before he said: "Uncle Liu, I rarely praise others, but you and those comrades in arms are so admirable. Can you come with us?" A trip to the United States, there are still some comrades in arms alive on the Hump route, Linda’s grandfather is one of them, they must really want to see you.”

Elder Liu Anjing wiped away his tears and waved his hands away: "I'm old, I can't walk anymore, and I don't want to take a plane anymore. Let the past go, there is no need to hold any commemorative meeting." I don't want to force the old man. I don't know what else to say except words of praise.The experience of old man Liu Anjing in 1943 was too special, and he was not born and died with him, so it is impossible to comment on those experiences.Linda and I saw that the time was late, and we wanted to leave the tent and let old man Liu Anjing take a good rest.But when we got up together, old man Liu Anjing stopped us and said there was something else he wanted to show us.

"Uncle Liu, what treasure do you have, is it the key and password of the safe?" Linda said happily. "Of course not!" Elder Liu Anjing shook his head violently, "The safe cannot be opened. Didn't I explain it clearly to you in the story? You young people just refuse to obey." "Then... Uncle Liu, what do you want to show us?" I sat down again. Old man Liu Anjing took out a piece of paper from a book. The paper was over-plasticized. It could be seen that the old man cherished this piece of paper.The old man held it in his hand and asked me: "What's your name? Huang Qianshan, right?"

"Yes, old man, you have a really good memory." I respectfully took the paper and agreed. Then, old man Liu Anjing asked Linda again: "Your grandfather was also a pilot at that time. Are you an American? Now you want to find information for the commemorative Hump flight?" Linda nodded and said with a smile, "Yes, Uncle Liu. We are already very satisfied to see you today!" "Then look at this piece of paper, what is written on it?" Elder Liu Anjing intends to test us. Linda and I scanned the piece of paper in the dark tent, and wrote a poem on it——

wait for me i will be back just you have to wait hard Waiting for the gloomy rain make you sad wait till it snows wait until the heat is unbearable Wait until others stop expecting their loved ones everything in the past throw it away waiting for a distant hometown no more letters from home disheartened are tired wait for me i will be back don't bless those people they kept saying forget it It's useless to wait Even though the beloved son and loving mother think I am no longer alive Even though my friends are tired of waiting around the fire sip bitters remember the dead

you have to wait Don't be too busy raising wine with them wait for me i will be back Death is defeated by me again and again Let the one who never waited for me say i was lucky Surprised Those who don't wait don't understand thanks to your hard waiting On the battlefield full of gunfire You saved me from death how i narrowly escaped Only you and I understand just because it's different you are good at waiting "Old man, this is..." Linda asked in confusion after reading it. "Young man Huang Qianshan, do you understand?" Elder Liu Anjing asked me with a smile.

I returned the paper and said it was a poem called "Wait for Me", which was written at the beginning of the Great Patriotic War in the Soviet Union. In January 1942, many writers and musicians were preparing to retreat to the rear and temporarily stayed in a Moscow hotel. Simonov, the author of poetry, gave his collection of poems to the composer Blanchell.Blanchell was moved by the poem, and then composed the music. At that time, the Soviet Union was facing the attack of the German fascist army, and the country was in a difficult situation. This poem described the hope of soldiers and the faithful love and belief of wives for their husbands. Some soldiers specially copied this poem and sent it to their wives in letters.A soldier wrote to Simonov after the war: "Your poems, and the deep love you expressed for your loved ones in them, supported us through the war years."

After the war, Simonov wrote a multi-act play with this poem as the title. Director Gorchakov specifically requested that "Wait for Me" composed by Blanchell be kept in the play. I told the origin of this poem, and the old man Liu Anjing applauded me: "Young man, not bad, what a good translator! To be a translator, you need to know a lot of cultures, and it's not enough to just know foreign languages." "You have won the prize." I said embarrassedly. Linda asked curiously: "Uncle Liu, is there any special reason why you took this piece of paper to test us?"

At this time, Liu Anjing told us that fifteen years after the wreckage of the C-54 fell, that is, on July 5, 1958, a person left a piece of paper in Liu Anjing's tent bag.Every word on the piece of paper reveals the hard work and sweetness of waiting, which gave old man Liu Jing a very illusory hope. He thought it was secretly given to him by a certain "dead" comrade-in-arms back then.However, in the stories we heard, all of Liu Anjing's comrades in arms should have died, and it is impossible for anyone to survive. Maybe they were just pieces of paper thrown around by boring people.

"I knew you didn't believe it, and I actually didn't believe it either, but this poem was written so deeply in my heart!" Old man Liu Anjing put it away very cherished, and said with a smile, "So, I stay here to help others, by the way Waiting for those comrades-in-arms, maybe who really survived." "Really?" Linda replied. "Of course, little girl, there are so many wonderful things in the world. If you don't believe it, it doesn't exist. If you believe it, there is at least one hope." Liu Anjing was very optimistic. I can't bear to break old man Liu Anjing's fantasy, but if someone really survived back then, he would definitely go to Yunnan to fight with his comrades, or come to see Liu Anjing.However, neither side believed it. It seemed that the person was really dead.However, what documents did Yang Ning see on the plane, and what secrets was in the bag she handed to Liu Anjing on her deathbed?The masked man had disappeared, and all the materials they left behind were on the plane. The hostile forces were going to transport things abroad, but Liu Anjing took the lead. I asked old man Liu Anjing if he didn't want to know what was in those documents and what was the purpose of Yang Ning handing them over to him before his death.However, the old man Liu Anjing said that after experiencing so many things, he is no longer interested in knowing many things.He just wanted to wait for a certain comrade-in-arms to come to him, so he has been living in Xinjiang, refusing to go anywhere. That day, we chatted very late, and Linda and I didn't say goodbye to the old man until the old man Liu Anjing yawned.The moment I walked out of the tent, I couldn't help but ask myself, old man Liu Anjing waited so firmly, would he wait until a certain comrade-in-arms came to him?