Chapter 31 Chapter Four

"We finally arrived in Kunming. My parents got jobs in research institutes and joint universities, and our lives gradually settled down. Soon, we met again with eight aviation school students. These people are from Zhejiang, Jiangsu, and Fujian regions. Most of the hometowns have fallen, the mountains are high and the rivers are far away, living alone in a foreign land, the training is boring, and the life is lonely. "German instructors will beat people with a whip." They said. They would visit our house every week during the break, and come in groups to gather , that was their happiest time. At that time, my parents borrowed a piece of land in Longtou Village on the outskirts of Kunming, and asked someone to build three adobe huts. Forget the pain of homesickness and subjugation.

"I still remember that the neighboring village 'Wayao Village' is on the left of that house. This village is famous for burning pottery. There is a long winding canal, and lush eucalyptus trees are planted on the long embankment. At dusk on weekends, I will wait on the long embankment. The big brothers who finished the training came together. They are fascinating in their neat uniforms. Not only in my eyes, but also in the eyes of the female students of Union University, they are also the most fashionable group of young people.” The story of the female prisoner seemed a bit out of focus, but Officer Zhao listened patiently, and the number of interruptions gradually decreased.There is nothing here for me to verify. Kunming was basically safe in 1938. It was not until the Japanese army captured Wuhan in October that they began to use planes from Wuhan Airport to bomb the urban area of ​​Kunming.

"At that time, the Kunming Aviation School's equipment was very backward. There were only a few tattered Douglas trainer planes patchworked together. The probability of students dying due to plane crashes was very high, and accidents happened almost every week. By the end of 1938, eight young people I finally graduated from the aviation school as the seventh batch of students. Their parents and family members were in the occupied areas, so I invited my father and mother to attend the graduation ceremony as honorary parents. My father gave a proud speech at the ceremony. We watched the trainer aircraft together At that time, everyone was very happy. They were excited that they had finally become qualified air force officers and could contribute to the anti-Japanese cause; our happiness was that we had a group of lively and healthy relatives. In China at that time, there were What could be happier than the reunion of relatives?... But soon, the Japanese air raid on Kunming began, and they were incorporated into the flight brigade, and began to fly the old Douglas and Hawker planes against the new Japanese fighter jets .” The female prisoner looked a little sad when she said this.

"In case of an air strike..." Director Zhao made a pause gesture when he heard this, and turned to me for an explanation. "Yes, at the end of 1938 Kunming began to be attacked by the Japanese army. The Chinese side... No, the fighters of the Kuomintang reactionaries are few and old, and they cannot fight against the Japanese devils at all." I immediately said the answer I had prepared. The female prisoner nodded and continued: "Not long after, a death notice was sent to my home. It was a big brother named Chen. He is a Cantonese who loves to tell stories and jokes. He always likes Talking about the bizarre experience of fighting with the Japanese in the air, unexpectedly he fell to the ground and died in the battle with the Japanese fighter plane. It turned out that the eight young people left their mailing addresses as my home address, and regarded my father and mother as Before we got out of the grief, the second death notice arrived. It was a elder brother named Ye, tall and thin, not good at talking. He had been involved in the crash of the trainer plane twice. After surviving in middle school, the plane bought by overseas Chinese in Nanyang and compatriots from all walks of life fell down. He was very sad and vowed never to parachute to escape. Later, his plane had a serious failure during a warning flight, and the captain ordered him to parachute, but he He didn't obey, and wanted to save that precious fighter plane, but he just crashed into the ground with the plane, and the plane crashed and everyone died.

"Later, in the winter of 1940, our family moved from Kunming to Lizhuang, Yibin, Sichuan, but the death notices of the young officers were sent one after another. The elder brother surnamed Huang who played the beautiful violin in the hotel also died Under the guns of the Japanese, he shot down an enemy plane, and was shot by the enemy while chasing another enemy plane. His body was smashed together with the plane, so that he could not be properly restrained. Finally, the last notice of death The book appeared in the hands of the postman, and the grief of the father and mother was unbearable. They looked at the photos, diaries and letters of these young people over and over again, and wept secretly for the heroic souls who disappeared in the sky.

"Eight death notices, eight relics, and the lives of eight young anti-Japanese fighters..." The female prisoner lowered her eyes and her voice became weaker. "Stop talking about this! Get to the point!" Officer Zhao shouted, "Keep talking!" Prisoner No. 124 spoke faintly: "In 1941, the third uncle who had just graduated from the tenth class of the aviation school, my mother's third younger brother, died in the blue sky like the eight young people. My mother was distraught and wrote this poem to mourn The third uncle also mourned those dear young officers at the same time. The verse is as follows:

Listening to the simple and touching poems, I felt a little dazed for a while.But the faces of those young people who died for the resistance against Japan seem to gradually become clear... At this time, officer Zhao stood up suddenly with a "huh", and strode towards the prisoner with a gust of wind. "Crack!" The loud slap stunned me.The female prisoner's head was tilted to one side, her hair was scattered on her forehead, and a blood-red palm print slowly appeared on her face: "Let you get to the point! Can't you understand what I'm saying?" "Yes, I can understand..." The female prisoner replied in a low voice with humiliation, with blood foaming from the corner of her mouth.

Officer Zhao strode back to the desk and sat down, panting for breath, his black face blushing with anger.He suddenly turned his head and said to me: "Don't be fooled by her words! Her identity is not as simple as you think—in fact, she has a close relationship with the Japanese!" "What?" I couldn't help but look up and down at the woman handcuffed to the chair.