Chapter 69 Chapter 4

The gathering at Ge's house was getting bigger and bigger, because Xie Wenjin and Meng Baoqin came to Taiwan with their two-year-old son.She was originally a good friend of Junxian, who taught English at Jianguo Middle School in Taipei. Brother Meng joined the railway bureau's maintenance department and lived in Luo Yuchang's single dormitory.The situation in the mainland is not good, and gradually more people come to Taiwan. Sometimes Luo Yuchang was with his classmates, sometimes alone, and often went to Wenzhou Street to find me, and he called National Taiwan University almost every morning.At that time, there were only two telephones in the Faculty of Arts, one in the dean's office and the other in the general affairs office.When the call came, the middle-aged secretary Chen would go to the corridor and shout, "Miss Qi is calling!" I was really uncomfortable under the eyes of everyone, and I didn't know what to say.One day, we made an appointment to meet at Chaofeng Cafe opposite Zhongshan Hall (perhaps the only or only remaining place with classical music), and I frankly said that I couldn’t invest in new feelings in the past two years after the victory. I am dissatisfied with the political situation in mainland China, my parents are separated from the north and the south, and I know that it is inconvenient to come here alone, but since I am in self-exile, I am willing to be alone, and I still want to go back to live with my parents during the summer vacation, so I cannot accept his kindness.

A few days later, he wrote a long letter, saying that he had just watched the movie "The Biography of Madame Curie" and was moved to tears, admiring her perseverance and perseverance.He wrote in his letter that a person's ideal should be realized with a plan and steps; first decide the focus of life, pay attention to efficiency, save energy, and even minimize meaningless conversations. This kind of attitude towards life is something I have never heard before. Such a declaration, accompanied by strong love language, was "very different" and even very interesting to me when I was still a literary youth.After nearly sixty years of living together, I re-read it when I was sorting out the letters of my life, and I suddenly realized my ignorance of real life back then.At the beginning of our acquaintance, he has clearly written down that his attitude towards things is very different from my sensitive, curious, thoughtful, and imaginative nature.However, having suffered enough from my own "sentimental feelings", I am in a difficult situation, and I also admire the reason and strength of others in my heart, and I am even willing to get that kind of protection.

My friends in Taiwan, Junxian, Wenjin, and Cheng Keyong, who works in the Keelung Port Authority, all felt that Luo Yuchang was safe and reliable, and advised me to have less illusions and settle down as soon as possible.When the summer vacation was approaching in 1948, I wrote to my father, hoping that he would come to Taiwan to see how this man was doing. My letter said, "Luo Jun is 28 years old. He graduated from the Department of Electrical Engineering of Wuhan University. He came to Taiwan to work in the Railway Administration Bureau. He is now the head of the Taipei Electric Service Section. He lost his father at the age of nine and his family was poor. He has four sisters and one brother. , his mother now lives at home in Zizhong County, Sichuan. He is very hardworking and motivated..."

My father was temporarily unable to come to Taiwan twice when he was scheduled to come to Taiwan.When it comes to summer vacation, I have to decide whether to stay in NTU next semester.At this time, my mother finally left Peiping and went to Shanghai, and even my father who was always optimistic.He also admitted that the situation in mainland China is not good, and asked me not to go back to seek a job for the time being, but to accept the employment offer from National Taiwan University first.My mother hopes that I will go back to Shanghai to discuss the matter during the holidays.One person cannot get married in Taiwan.

So I went back to Shanghai in August, and with my parents' consent, I was married by Pastor Ji Zhiwen at Shanghai Xintian'an Church on October 10th.Three days before the wedding, Yuchang was baptized as a Christian.At that time, many people had already arrived in Shanghai from the north, and some were sent by the government to the northeast, but they had not yet been accepted, and had already fallen (either fell into the hands of the Tujia Communist Party, or were still in the tug-of-war).Most of them can only sit in the city of sorrow, not knowing where to go.At that time, prices in Shanghai varied every morning and evening, and the French currency had depreciated to the point where you could not buy food with a single bag, and all supplies were hoarded.Our wedding rings are called karat gold because gold is no longer available.Wedding congratulators filled the chapel (the banquet restaurant, which originally didn’t want to be extravagant, couldn’t temporarily add food for double the number of people, so it was embarrassing to serve the food in two batches), among them were the last “Ten Heavenly Kings” of the anti-Japanese underground work. "Six of them.After my parents passed away, I saw among the relics Mr. Wang Feifan's "The Sound of Gongs and Drums" written in prison and the

A word: Tiegong, I respect and love you for fifteen years. In the past fifteen years, I have never forgotten you when I was happy.I did not forget you when I was disappointed, I never forget you when I cry when I'm hungry or when I'm cold or when I laugh when I'm hungry. Now in prison, I wish you a healthy body like the spring breeze, Pray silently for your career to shine like the autumn moon: Wang Feifei respected the book in the enemy's prison in Beiping 1945, seven, seven This handwriting was written one month before the victory, and I have treasured it to this day.These people were engaged in the underground anti-Japanese work of the Nationalist Government in the Puppet Manchukuo. They escaped death and survived until the victory of the War of Resistance. They came to Shanghai from their vast Northeast hometown. My wedding banquet was their last gathering.Dozens of hot-blooded men talked loudly about the difficult past of "beating Japan with their heads in their hands".What they saw in Shanghai, they probably knew in their hearts that they would enter another nightmare.Those people who raised a glass to congratulate me on the manuscript back then were also the people who haunted my father's mind in his later years and made him cry when he picked up the wine glass.

Ten days after the wedding, I returned to Taiwan by boat.At this time, without any hesitation, I returned to my original job and built my own home in the familiar Taipei.My parents were no longer worried, and my friends felt that it was enviable for me to leave the panic-stricken Shanghai and have a life goal "overseas".I also no longer have illusions about life. When I returned to Taipei, I borrowed at the home of Mr. Zheng Zhaoshi, the electrical section chief of the Railway Bureau.About a month later, we moved into our first home with the furniture we bought the first time, a table, two chairs, a double bed and a small cabinet. They are divided into two families, one is temporarily using the dormitory and the other is the family of Mr. Li Zhihou, the new section chief. They have six children, all of whom are good elementary and middle school students.

The Taiwan Sugar Corporation produces sucrose and earns a large amount of foreign exchange, which is one of the country's largest sources of income.The by-products of sugar extraction are used to raise pigs on a large scale, make sugarcane boards, etc., and the contribution to Taiwan is really huge.The sugarcane board produced by Taiwan Sugar solved the housing problems of countless newcomers in those years.The only downside is that when the children next door play and push the sugar cane boards for the partitions, the room on my side becomes smaller... I remember the new home divided into three small rooms, with thick wooden walls outside, located at the very busy intersection of Yanping North Road, with the police station on the right, across the street from the Railway Bureau.A street outside the wall leads to the rear train station, and half of the street is full of vendors, most of whom are cloth vendors.There are also some greengrocers.After the crowds of people buying vegetables in the morning, the cloth seller began to yell loudly in Hokkien, "Twenty yuan per foot! Twenty yuan per foot! Really vulgar!" Accompanied by the cloth wrapped in wooden boards, it fell on the stall. Voices, more than a dozen voices came and went, she kept shouting until about two o'clock in the afternoon, and the rickshaw yelling "Side! Side!" filled my shabby room.

On the weekends when I don’t go to work, the business outside the wall is even more lively. I often have to escape and walk around, walking down Yanping North Road to Dihua Street, and looking at the mouth of the Tamsui River.I am familiar with the old commercial streets of Taipei, which are very different from the cities I saw when I was fleeing in Hunan, Guizhou, and Sichuan.The stores in Taipei are smaller than the school, close together, with few gaps between door openings and horizontal plaques.Cloth shops and gold shops are the most in the first half, and dry goods are the main products in the second half.Sometimes, we'll walk halfway right onto the circle and start liking the meat soup and fried rice noodles.But these foods are the same as the dumplings of the Northeast people. In the hearts of Sichuan people, they cannot be eaten as meals.In the evening, we must cook in the small bamboo shed kitchen built by Najia to make soup like a home.

After dinner in the evening, Yuchang went to repair various vacuum tube radios that had been delivered, while I read the books I brought home.Sometimes I will write a little diary, and every time I pick up the pen, my heart is filled with sadness that means autumn, and I will tear it up after reading it again in a few days, which does not meet my literary standards. After nearly two months of this kind of life, I suddenly received an express letter from my father, saying that my mother and two younger sisters would come to Taiwan to visit in the middle of the month, and life in Shanghai was already very difficult to cope with.

A few days before Christmas, my mother took the younger sister to fly there first, and the older sister and Uncle Han Chunxuan's family took the family luggage and took the Taiping Ferry to arrive later.Although living in my shabby room was not comfortable enough, after I left Chongqing in 1944 to go to Leshan to go to the second grade, I really lived my life with my mother and ate the "small pot of rice" I wanted. Such a simple, happy reunion. I can't go back to the mainland. My father's friends in Taiwan helped my two younger sisters with the formalities for admission to No. 1 Girls' Middle School in Taipei.After the winter vacation, Ning Yuan went to the third year of junior high school, and Xing Yuan went to the first year of junior high school, so they settled down earlier than those who came later.Beijing and Shanghai could no longer hold on, and the government moved to Guangzhou. In fact, it was planning to move to Taiwan.Dad didn't take the last plane to Taiwan until the end of the world.