Chapter 57 Chapter 7 Farewell to Paradise

After Qiaozhen left, one day Jun Yu suddenly accompanied his sister to the dormitory to find me. She had just arrived from Chengdu and decided to take a trip to Mount Emei before leaving Sichuan. She was accompanied by Lieutenant Colonel M, an officer in charge of the U.S. Gu Jian Regiment stationed in Chengdu.She is a very friendly and beautiful woman. She saw me and said that her brother had talked about me for more than half a year.She invited me to go to Mount Emei with them the next morning, stay overnight and then return to Leshan. I have been in the shadow waters of Mount Emei for three years, but I have never visited it.There are often groups of classmates who go on a three-day trip in various ways, but I have never met a suitable travel companion! In the last few days, there was such an unexpected opportunity to go to the mountain to pay homage, so I gladly accepted the invitation and was excited all night.

Early the next morning, Lieutenant Colonel M drove the jeep for ninety miles.Soon arrived at the small town at the foot of the mountain, and climbed the mountain to Baoguo Temple.The green and majestic temple, the courtyard paved with endless large stones, and the large blue-gray and pearl-gray stone slabs kept "surging" like waves, engulfing my legs and my whole body.After entering the temple gates one after another, within the high threshold and above the high beams, there is still infinite depth, echoing the sound of thousands of years of chanting.Since then, I have visited many majestic temples, but nothing compares to the admiration I felt when I first saw Baoguo Temple.

After lunch, go to the mountains.At the beginning, the "heart pain" that I often suffered in childhood broke out.I turned pale.Sweating all over his body, he sat on the stone steps by the roadside.Of course Yu Jun and his brother were very nervous, but Lieutenant Colonel M said calmly with the true qualities of a soldier in the field. This is probably the initial hypoxia of the heart caused by altitude sickness. relief. They insisted that I ride on a slider.Sliding poles are two bamboo poles running through a soft chair, carried by two people at the front and back. It is an extremely light and soft sedan chair.So at the age of 21, I paid homage to Mount Emei in such a disgraceful way.Yu Jun has been walking in front of and behind my sliding pole.He came over to hold my hand from time to time. He said that he was most afraid of cold hands when he was sick.I said that I had hardly been sick since high school, and I had almost forgotten the threat of "heart pain". I felt ashamed and disappointed to climb Mount Emei in this way today.

When we got halfway up the mountain, we stayed in a hotel built on a stream.After dinner, Jun Yu and his sister (she sang contralto) sang a few lovely little songs together; in the small hotel living room, the wind blowing from all sides seemed to be accompaniment, the fire was warm, the oil lamps flickered, and the light and shadows on the walls The shaking reminded me of the morning when Mr. Zhu Guangqian's English poetry class was taught in the secret room, and the sun was shining golden.When they sang "The Song of the Luolai River", the running water from the deep mountain stream flowed under the house to join in the accompaniment, and they seemed to be swaying when walking, sitting or lying down.

There was a moon in the mountains that night. Sister Yu and Lieutenant Colonel M crossed the small bridge over the stream and went for a walk in the open space opposite, leaving us sitting under the rain eaves.He asked me if I felt better? I said that I went up Mount Emei on a sliding pole, and my classmates didn't know what to say when they found out.In fact, I haven't climbed Emei in Leshan for three years, because I was afraid that I would give up halfway and drag down my playmates.As a result, I even said that I had lived in a nursing home for tuberculosis when I was ten years old. When I talked about Sister Zhang’s ward spreading lime and Lao Wang cooking potatoes for me, he rolled up his sleeves and showed me his injuries that only doctors and family members had seen. Broken left arm.The two were willing to show each other the most secret pain under the handsome and upright appearance, and they remained silent until his sister came back.

The moonlit night in the mountains, the pure feelings of knowing each other and cherishing each other are my deepest memories of him. On the way back, Sister Yu invited me to go to Chengdu with them to board Lieutenant Colonel M's plane back to Shanghai.I said that my father is now in Nanjing, and I should go back to Chongqing first to reunite with my mother until we return to Peiping at the end of July.But I was gradually persuaded by her that it would be easy to live in her house first when I went to Shanghai, and then go to Nanjing and Peiping, so why take a riverboat, go up and down the pier and go back to Shapingba...

Back to Leshan.I immediately wrote a letter to my mother, enclosing the address of Yu's family in Shanghai. Before Sister Yu made an appointment to pick me up, I carried the suitcase to the concierge earlier to say goodbye to Lao Yao.I went to bid him good-bye with all my heart.No one knows my three years of life better than him.The dormitory is full of torn books and waste paper, and almost all the classmates have dispersed.When Qiaozhen and Yu Xianyi left.Lao Yao told them that he would return to the countryside of Huangban, Hubei in the future, and there was no one at home. If the situation was not good, he might return to Leshan to find a small house for the elderly. Wuhan University had already given him severance money.

When I was sitting in the concierge waiting for the car, Lao Yao said, "When you first came, you waited for the letter from the Air Force all day long, right? Well, he has been dead for more than a year. Then that Mr. Huang ran away for nothing. Two trips, no predestined relationship. In the past three years, you have shown your duty. This Mr. Yu's sister came to pick you up in person. It seems that their family is very sincere, and I am very relieved to see it. I said, "Old Yao, they didn't come here to propose. I still have to study for a year before I graduate?" Lao Yao smiled and waved goodbye to me very kindly.

What I took with me when I left Leshan was Lao Yao's blessing.He was the only person who registered my last light blue letter and the silence after the wave of letters in those three years. He praised my "duty" with his almost omniscient evaluation of the two men who appeared in the last year.But what is my "duty"? In this way, I boarded the U.S. military plane without touching the ground, and "demobilized" to Shanghai. After only a few hours, I became a different kind of foreigner.