Chapter 65 Chapter 15 Crossing the Sea

A few days later, I went to see Teacher Zhu Guangqian in the Red Building of Peking University. He was very happy to see me, and took me to see his new dormitory, saying that his family members would come from the south soon.Those temporary dormitories.The empty, newly built concrete bungalow is actually not as cozy as the old house in Leshan where he listened to the sound of fallen leaves and rain in the courtyard, but he seemed very satisfied, saying that now that he has won, he can do some academic development in the future.He also asked me about my plans after graduation. I only said that I wanted to continue studying, and my family didn’t allow me to go abroad, but I didn’t mention that I wanted to be a teaching assistant. I have not decided in my heart that I want to stay in Peiping.Ever since I was a child, the ancient city of Beiping in my memory is a series of gloomy ancient city gates, winding alleys blown by yellow sand, and desolate western mountains and houses sprinkled with lime in the distance...

That night, my mother asked me about visiting teachers at Peking University. She said seriously, "Since you haven't applied for a job with a teacher, I hope you can go to Nanjing or Shanghai to find a job. If Beijing and Shanghai are cut off, I will be with you." It's hard for my sister to survive, and your brother won't know what's going on when he's in the Northeast battlefield, so you go to a place close to your father, and it makes me less worried." I went back to Shanghai again.Because of the relationship with Mr. Sun Jinsan of "Time and Tide Literature and Art", I applied for a teaching assistant job at the Foreign Languages ​​Department of Central University in Nanjing, but they have retained their own graduates.Teaching in Shanghai, I don't know Shanghai dialect, and I don't have enough practical English, so I didn't even think about it, so I didn't apply.Besides, I don't like the false prosperity of Shanghai.

August has passed, and half of September has passed. I am in Shanghai. After thinking about it, I really don't know where to go. Suddenly one day, I saw Uncle Ma Tingying among the guests coming and going. At the beginning of the Anti-Japanese War, he gave up his seventeen-year job as a geologist in Japan and returned to China to devote himself to culture and serve the country. He was the principal of Northeast Middle School, which was moved south from Shenyang.Since 1937, every time he went to Nanjing and later to Chongqing, he lived with me. Because he was single, my mother took special care of his food and clothing.He was a big man with a big laugh and our family loved being around him.He once brought me a small bag of sea shells and clam shells that I saw for the first time in my life, and told us the story of him going to the bottom of the sea to detect coral reefs, which was very eye-opening for us.He didn't get married until he was forty.She gave birth to a son and a daughter, a boy named Ma Guoguang, whose pen name is Liangxuan.Growing up as a writer in Taipei.

When I saw him again in Shanghai, I felt very cordial.He saw me wandering on the edge of the ten-mile foreign market, and said that he was here to find a professor of the Faculty of Science for National Taiwan University, and he heard that the Department of Foreign Languages ​​was also looking for a teaching assistant. You will be sent back to your country...you can become a teaching assistant." To my dad and Uncles from Time and Tide.As a single woman, I want to cross the Taiwan Strait to Taiwan where the 228 turmoil just happened. It is unthinkable, and I do not agree.But in my heart, going further south alone has the meaning of self-exile, at least it can break the deadlock wandering between the northern and southern cities.What's more, the whole of China is in the political vortex of either left or right, and even the sandpit where the ostrich buried its head can't be found.Everyone said, go and have a look, take it as seeing a new world, come back after seeing it, everyone leave me a wide retreat.In late September 1947, I crossed the sea to Taiwan with Uncle Ma, looking forward to an unknown new world.

Dad bought me a round-trip ticket, but I will be buried in Taiwan.