Chapter 40 Section 4 Light Blue Air Letter

Due to the leadership of Nankai seniors, I joined the Luojia fellowship in the second semester of the first grade. On the night when the river cruise from Chongqing to Leshan stopped in Yibin, we met Chen Renkuan, the son of Pastor Chen of the Inland Missionary Society of the Christian Missionary Society, at Feng Jialu's home.He was in the fourth year of the law department at Wuhan University, and went to Leshan with us on the same boat the next day.He is not beautiful, nor is he too tall, but he has a kind of handsomeness and self-confidence that cannot be seen in young people, and he stands out among the crowd.About someone told him that I cried from boarding the boat to Yibin.He sat next to me with the attitude of a missionary and said some comforting words to me.He said how much he missed his home in Yibin when he went to Chongqing to study Nankai.I showed him the "Bible" in my handbag. I don't know what he said at that time, so I told him in tears that I was not only very homesick, but also very much missed the person who gave me the "Bible". man, he is chasing the enemy day and night in the air....There are probably some fates in the world that make you dare to confide the deepest feeling in your heart when you meet for the first time.

After school started, he introduced me to Mr. Gui Zhiting, the advisor of the Luojia Fellowship and the dean of Wu Dali College.Take me to participate in the fellowship, so that I often receive warm care.During my four years at school, I was in the pantomime of the annual Christmas production "The Nativity".Was appointed to play Maria.Qi You said that I am thin and tall, with a melancholy expression, so I am suitable for this role. In the year before graduation, Chen Renkuan kept looking for me in the girls' dormitory except for fellowship gatherings. He always maintained a protective brother attitude. He went to study in Europe immediately after graduation and often wrote long letters to me.The letter encouraged me to maturely integrate into the real university life, and often talked about reading and thinking. Europe and China are in the midst of earth-shaking fierce battles and divisions. He also has insight beyond his age.Years later he returned to Communist China.All the news was cut off. About ten years ago, the alumni newsletter "Luo Jia" had an article by Yang Jingyuan.He said that in 1980, he had a small gathering with Chen Renkuan, who had changed his name to Gongchuo. He worked in a foreign translation company and China Foreign Affairs University, and it should have been smooth.

During that year, the focus of my inner life was on the correspondence with my classmates in Nankai, and I wrote different ways of living from different schools.The common denominator is of course the nostalgia for Shapingba. When I stepped into the girls' dormitory and reported to the concierge Lao Yao, he read my name, took out a letter from a cabinet on the left and gave it to me, saying, "The letter will arrive before the person arrives." Then read It caught my eyes twice, as if I had made a special registration.The handwriting on the envelope was Zhang Dafei's, and the mailing address was a military post number in Mengzi, Yunnan.The same light blue air mail basket has a new kind of dense and depressing concern, which is full of thoughts without saying lovesickness.He thought about my voyage on the Yangtze River and my life after leaving home, "What is it like to be a college student? Send me a letter from the new communication office after I moved to the defense. I will send you a letter when you arrive in Leshan. Your letter." According to my understanding over the years, the "landing" he mentioned means returning safely from the battle.

Almost all of his letters were written in the preparation room, where he slept in the hot and humid Yunnan, facing the Flying Tigers runway repaired by rush work. The mood of writing a letter from home comforts a 19-year-old homesick girl, don't cry, in today's war-torn China, being able to go to university is the beginning of a bright future. Every Monday afternoon when I came back from the Confucian Temple, Lao Yao would send me a letter from Yunnan with a smile on my face. The light blue paper was more about encouragement than miss.Also sent some photos, a group photo of a fighter jet in full armor and painted with a shark mouth: three beautiful people with high spirits and confidence, a photo of them in the cabin before takeoff.It's hard to think of "life is the smile on the lips of death".The Flying Tigers were legendary heroes in those years. Chennault said, "I will never be able to figure out how the Chinese in Kunming got the name Flying Tigers from the shark emblem on the nose of the P-40 plane." After participating in the war, the Flying Tigers were officially reorganized into a mixed brigade of the Chinese and American Air Forces.

He probably had nothing to say when he received my pale and poor letters, and he missed the poetry class in Nankai Middle School as much as I did.Every time I take off to fight, the wind blows by my ears, the clouds are churning around, I am fully concentrated, the sound of enemy planes is everywhere, and I have no other thoughts in my heart.However, after everything has been fought, and when the landing comes back, all the worries will come back immediately.There were old newspapers from three days ago in the camp. The war was in a bitter stage, and western Sichuan was far away from the battlefield, so there was no news.He said, "I can't fly to the mountain city where the three rivers meet at the foot of the Buddha to see you, but how much I love you and miss you so much!"

Received flight letters for two consecutive weekends.The small square courtyard that is crowded during the day, and the night when the moon shines in, can be used for worrying and wandering. Trapped in the border city with mountains and rivers, isolated from the world, only nightmares are left.Finally, I received a letter from him from Kunming, saying that he was slightly injured, he is recovering soon, and he will return to the team next week.Since then, I have written letters never to write about my troubles in the peaceful years.I don’t dare to write about my worries, try to find something interesting to say, such as the white horse is not a horse debate in logic class.For example, the conflict of various schools of economics theory, the Leshan dialect uses "blocks" for all units, one week, one house, one notebook..., the eighth dormitory for boys is the cemetery of students who died of sleeping sickness after the bombing two years ago, etc. .The greatest romance is to tell him.I went to find the tree hole in Dingdong Street where the water dripped down and made the sound of Dingdong...As ignorant as I am, I finally became vigilant, just because I am an adult, no matter how deeply he loves him, his bloody reality is beyond my touch.

When he returned to the team, the postmark on the letter was Mengzi, Gejiu, Yunnanyi, Tengchong...I tracked it on the map and saw from the battle report that the Flying Tigers were fully assisting in the defense of the Burma Road and maintaining the lifeline of supplies for the Allied war against Japan. After recovering from his injury, he seemed to have a closer understanding of death.He also stopped talking about emotion in his letters.Suffice it to say that you are twenty years old, and all new things you learn are useful and teach you to make mature judgments. When I first entered university, I couldn't play my role well. Except for homesickness, private complaints about remoteness and isolation, when I didn't think clearly about everything, the year was coming to an end.