Chapter 60 Section 10 Beiping, the "temporary" home

Three days later, my father took me back to Shanghai. He was actively preparing for the re-publication of "Time and Tide" in Shanghai, Beiping, and Shenyang.What he didn't expect was that everyone left Chongqing in the joy of victory, and with the grand prospect of national distribution in the future, who knows that the glorious years are gone forever. On the train, I told him about the adventure of Zhang Dafei's memorial service, and the father and daughter were in awe. Dad said that since Guo Songling failed in his remonstrance and came to the south, he was fortunate to have the power to speak in the central government and was responsible for organizing the underground anti-Japanese work, so that the people in the occupied Manchukuo would not forget their motherland.The purpose of recruiting young people to enter Whampoa and study at Sun Yat-Sen Middle School was to cultivate the power to restore the country.Fifteen years now, many of those who came out of the Northeast to join the army, like Zhang Dafei, died in the country and could not even return their bones. I hope my father can go back as soon as possible and try to care for their families.Soviet Russia declared war on Japan one week before Japan surrendered. Thirteen days later, the Japanese Kwantung Army accepted the Potsdam Declaration of the Allies and surrendered to Soviet Russia in Harbin. All of them were captured and declared "the liberation of Manchuria".For a whole year after the victory, the domestic industrial equipment was demolished and shipped to Russia, and important areas, ports, and military equipment were handed over to the Chinese Communist Army to help them fight against the Central Army.The situation in Northeast China will be very difficult in the future. The sacrifices in the War of Resistance may not necessarily bring peace and happiness to the hometown. When will we be able to take care of the bereaved families of the martyrs?

This conversation on the train.It was my father who treated me as an adult for the first time and had long talks with me.Until his death in Taiwan, we had many memorable long talks about life and the current situation in our lives. Back in Shanghai, I still live in the Yu family, that seems to be my agreement with the Yu family.Although I had only been away for three days, the impact of my trip to Nanjing made me feel different when I saw Shanghai again than when I first came ten days ago.The ostentatious exuberance made me uneasy, knowing that I was an outsider who couldn't fit in.Yu Jun, who hopes to show me Shanghai, is still the one holding a torch and singing under the window of Baita Street, the one who has endless "outside stories" on the embankment, but he has gradually left Go back to his original circle of friends, and walk back to the city where he grew up.Walking on the bustling streets, I often miss Chongqing and Leshan at the confluence of the three rivers.

About a week later, my father bought me a military ticket to transport supplies (demobilized after the war, public servants and college students were allowed to board), and asked me to go to Peiping to reunite with my mother and sister who had just returned from Chongqing.The temporary military airport on the outskirts of Shanghai has only a few iron bungalows.Except for the first runway, the surrounding area is covered with reeds half the height of a person.Jun Yu escorted me to the gate and watched me enter the tarmac with heavily armed soldiers.I looked out of the small window as the propeller plane taxied before takeoff.I saw his long legs in khaki pants running among the reeds, waving to the plane, and gradually disappeared from sight.

This small transport aircraft is equipped with two rows of aluminum panels against the wall behind the cockpit, eight seats, with canvas straps to secure people, and the rear half of the cabin is loaded.For a period of time, I was still in a trance, thinking of the man running among the reeds, But I also knew that the person sitting next to me had been looking at me, and finally, he spoke. He said, "Miss, your seat belt is not fastened." I saw that the loop of the canvas belt was pulled to the last stop, and it was still a little loose, so I said apologetically, "I only weigh about forty kilograms. It doesn’t meet the standard of military aircraft seats.” He actually laughed out loud, and even the people in the cabin turned to look at me.He apologized and comforted me. The plane had not yet crossed the Yellow River. He had already checked out my surname and education. He gave me a business card that I received for the first time in my life. The title on it was "Major Staff Officer of the Northeast Security Command." ".He said that when he graduated from university, he responded to the "One Hundred Thousand Youth One Hundred Thousand Army" to join the army. I said I was from the Northeast.He immediately asked, "Mr. Qi Shiying is your father, right?" I was taken aback and said, "How do you know?" He said, "Although I am from Guangdong, I was stationed in the Northeast with General Liang Huasheng. Not long after the victory, my father returned to his hometown on behalf of the Central Committee to express his condolences." Compatriots, there are prominent reports in the newspapers that he has organized and led underground anti-Japanese work since the Manchukuo period.

When the plane landed at Beiping Airport, he insisted on taking me to Dayang Yibin Hutong in Dongcheng in his jeep.My mother saw me come home suddenly as if I had fallen from the sky, and a handsome officer in full uniform stood beside her and saluted her. She probably almost fainted (she used to faint).It took her several days to figure it out, how could someone bring me to Shanghai from Sichuan and insist on sending me to find a home after getting off the plane from Shanghai, a skinny daughter who barely grew up like me? Beiping's "home" has never given me the feeling of home, not only because I only lived there for two summer vacations, but because of the gloomy atmosphere.My mother returned to Beiping directly by civil flight from Chongqing. There were two important purposes. The first was to bury the grandmother who lived in the temple with my father as soon as possible, and the second was to arrange how to take care of the two aunts in the future.

My uncle, Shi Zhihong, was originally a wealthy and handsome intellectual from a family in Tieling County. The husband and wife went to Japan to study and returned to China. Because of my father, he participated in the underground anti-Japanese work and donated a lot of money.The second uncle Zhang Ningtao turned out to be a working comrade.After the Marco Polo Bridge Incident, I had to leave Peiping, leaving my eldest aunt with five children, and my second aunt with two children. It was extremely difficult for eight years, and I also served my grandmother until her death.The two uncles died of illness not long after arriving in Sichuan. My father felt a deep sense of indebtedness to the two younger sisters.First, I went to Beiping and rented a yard big enough for three families to live in. I hired Mama Liu as a housekeeper, old man Li as a janitor, and Li Xin as my father's driver.On the second day after I returned to Peiping, I changed back to the Sichuan cloth cheongsam to suit the gloomy style of Peking and my own mood.

At that time, Beiping and Shanghai were far apart, and it took ten days for a letter to go back and forth.At the beginning of the separation of the North and the South, Mr. Yu received letters almost every day, and he missed him endlessly.His sister received my thank-you letter, and immediately followed suit.Said that her brother didn't even have the strength to go up the stairs in the few days after I left.He sent several beautiful fairy tales in English to my ten-year-old sister.It happened that my father returned to Peiping from Shanghai and my brother from Shenyang at the same time, so we went to take the only family photo.My little sister and I took a photo together and advocated the small one, thinking it was specially sent to him.Soon, he said he found a job in a Shanghai power plant.Zhenru goes to work in the suburbs every day.Gradually, he wrote some long and short information about his working environment every night, about the parties and friends he had attended, and began to live in a Shanghai that I didn't know at all.And I live in a big family that he can't even imagine.There is rarely a place to be alone.Our big house in Beiping, with the deterioration of the Northeast war situation, gradually became a refuge for relatives, friends, and underground comrades who went out of Shanhaiguan, batches of embarrassing refugees, countless stories of distress.Our letters are gradually lacking in common topics, with different growth backgrounds, different concerns, and different expectations for the future.We finally understood that perhaps all the rivers and rivers would not be able to integrate me into his life in Shanghai.I can't cut off my parents' great care.

I went to Hankou in mid-September and went back to school to register for school. Gradually, I wrote fewer letters, or even stopped writing.Before I went to Hankou, I had packed all his letters and left them with Cheng Keyong, a good friend of Nankai who was studying at Jiaotong University.In November, I asked her to send it back to Mr. Yu for me, and wrote a short note saying that the journey will be different in the future.Bye bye, send your best wishes. In the year of the fourth grade, my heart was also loose.During the three months of summer vacation, so many things happened that my young heart could hardly bear it.Within three months, I traveled from the head of the Yangtze River to the tail of the Yangtze River, and retraced half of the Yangtze River voyage, in the three major furnaces of China—Chongqing, Nanjing, and Wuhan.I experienced the earliest real joys and sorrows in my life.It often seems to have reached a real and illusory realm where seeing mountains is not mountains, and seeing water is not water.The heroes I admired since I was a child have been separated forever.Leave an eternal but pure memory.This person who comes on the wings of singing, we can't find a good place to live together in reality.I often miss him in the singing, the singing gradually faded away with the years, and there is no singing in real life after that.After middle age, I listened to classical music seriously, only in a remote corner of my mind, I sometimes thought of the birdsong in the clearing in the forest.