Chapter 44 Chapter 8 The Moonlit Night in Meishan

This year's winter vacation began, and my classmates and I participated in a winter camp held at the Wutongqiao Activity Center.At dinner on the first day, someone came to me suddenly. It was a Nankai senior from the engineering college. More than 20 of them were recruited to Chongqing for professional engineering support. The car drove straight to Chongqing, and I could hitchhike home. The school will take me back to Leshan. There will be such a good thing in the world! Since there is no direct bus between Leshan and Chongqing, when I got on the bus with them with my small luggage, I was dizzy with excitement and almost fell into the pit on the side of the road.There were four Nankai seniors on board, so it was "safe".It was originally planned to drive to Chengdu before midnight.Drive straight to Chongqing the next day.Unexpectedly, after driving about ninety miles to the outskirts of Meishan, the car broke down, and the engineering "experts" for the whole car couldn't fix it, so they had to find shops in batches to spend the night.

I stayed with eight boys in one of the nicest hostels, which was actually a big teahouse, with bunks in it for overnight trips that often broke down on the road.On winter nights, there are no street lights, the house is big and deep, and there is an eerie coldness.The boss arranged for me to live in the outside room of their husband and wife, when I was about to make the bed.Suddenly there was a shout from outside, "Here we come, we come, pack it up!" He told us in a panic that the new year is coming to an end, and some gangsters in the mountains come out to rob everywhere at night. They have been here several times, and some money can probably handle it, but this female student is not very convenient. What should we do?

The proprietress was quick to wit, and dragged out a large, antique rectangular wooden cabinet from under the counter and said to me, "You can hide it in our cash drawer..." Tell me to go in and lie down immediately, cover the huge wooden cover, and ask for another A chunky senior opened his bedding and slept on it. ——Our young people at that time were all undernourished and most of them were thin, so I remember him, he was cheerful and handsome. Fortunately, there are holes under the handles of the cash drawer, so I can lie in it without suffocating.The sound of shouting outside and the sound of overturning tables and chairs made my heart almost stop beating in fear, and I didn't have time to think about the horror of sleeping in a coffin.Finally, it gradually became quiet, and the heavy sound of the wooden door being closed could be heard. Senior Yu lifted the lid of the cash drawer and said, "It's over, you can come out."

When I came out, I found that all the students who were lying down had several books under their heads.Because they knew that the bandits in Sichuan did not rob books, and the words "book" and "lose" sounded the same, and it was said that Sichuan's literary style was at its peak, and even the bandits respected scholars. Some of them took the same boat with me from Chongqing to Leshan more than a year ago. They watched me cry from the Yangtze River to Mianjiang. They were surprised that they didn’t cry when they encountered such a terrible thing that night. They even asked them if they were injured. .In fact, as an adult, I didn't cry when I was in danger or threatened.

At dawn the next day, I drove without passing through Chengdu. I took a shortcut and drove straight to Chongqing. If someone is going to Shapingba, please take me to my house.It was only when the car drove out of the Meishan County boundary that my mind became clear. Meishan, Meishan... Isn’t this Su Dongpo’s hometown! Isn’t it his funeral poem “Jiangchengzi”. "Ten years of life and death are boundless, I don't think about it, I can't forget it..." Meishan! Last night, in such a dramatic situation, I once settled in the hometown where the nostalgia in Su Dongpo's poems is, but I don't know whether it is a moonlit night or more. I can't dream of Short Matsuoka, and I can't even get a glimpse of the Sansu Ancestral Hall.At that time, I also thought that since I went to school in the Min'e area, it would not be difficult to go there.In those days, this was actually very difficult, and it was a luxury for young women to travel.

Unexpectedly, I went home for a winter vacation. What a blessing! The parents care, the younger sister is funny, have enough food and clothing every day, and sleep on the warm thick mattress, always full of gratitude.This is my last year at my parents' house, and I will not be able to reunite until after arriving in Taiwan.