Nashan Nahe

Chapter 1

After the lunch break, a group of senior boys, wearing white shirts, coarse trousers, and black cloth shoes, sweated heartily on the small playground. Several of my female classmates looked thin from a distance, but couldn’t resist it. The boy who lives in high spirits sometimes laughs and sometimes cheers. The collection of poems and anthologies in his hand has been flipped through and looked a bit worn out. Many pages of the book are also glued and sticky, but this is what I have in such years. The warmest sustenance, I can't bear it, the noise on the playground, I greeted my classmates, and came to the school gate alone. Generally speaking, students here, especially girls, are never allowed to go out of the gate without permission. Why?Because the sound of gunfire in the distance can be heard from time to time in the dormitory, let alone outside the school?The old man who guards the gate, we call him Lao Yang, which may not be very respectful, but he is easy-going and generous, like us ignorant children, surround him, call him Lao Yang, he is an old friend with my father, father He once saved him. That day, when his father left school, it was getting late and the world was not peaceful, so he hurried home before the night fell, but he saw the dying Lao Yang by the bridge of the East Street. , One thing more is better than one thing less, in this kind of years, it is too common to freeze to death, but his father brought him back to my house for a few days to recuperate, and his father let him come to this school that will be evacuated someday , guarding the gate, no one knows his family background, no one asks, only knows that his surname is Yang, how can it be known?In today's Chinese, which one has not experienced family ruin, which family has not died...

"Jiayu, you have to go out"

"Well, I want to take a look at the door, can I?"

"...Well, okay, I can't go far, it's right in front of me, where I can see." After thinking for a while, Lao Yang said with his strong Shandong accent

"it is good"

Gusts of autumn wind rolled up the ground full of autumn yellow, and the streets were even more dusty. An alley not far in front, turning around, turned into the former downtown area. Once, yes, it was once, and now the downtown area has been dilapidated and depressed. The reason why the school moved here near the downtown area is to hope to be seen by more children and take in more exiled children. The reason why it has not retreated until now is also for this reason. Tianjin in 1925 was no longer that busy. Tianjin has been hit by a shoulder-to-shoulder battle. For many years, the warlords have fought for many years, and the Japanese have continued to oppress and provoke.

"Han Jiayu, why did you come out by yourself? Come in" I was staring at the small alley not far away in a daze when I suddenly heard a voice behind me

"Well, come out and walk"

"It's dangerous, come with me"

She was right. I followed her and went back to school. The excitement on the playground continued unabated. I looked at her. Why didn't you participate in it today?

"Didn't you go play basketball with them today?"

"I was planning to go there, but I saw you going out by yourself from a distance, so I followed to see."

"Well, then you go now, I'll sit by the playground and read for a while." I found a place far away from the crowd, sat down and opened my anthology.Turning around, why didn't you sit down too, I didn't speak, smiled, looked down at the book, saw good words and sentences in the book, I would read it to her, she never answered, just listened silently .Sometimes, turning around, we look at each other and smile.

She's right, I'm a bit self-willed, it's very dangerous outside, I still go out by myself, in case something happens, what should I do?But if it wasn't for that bit of willfulness, how could I meet her?

It was the same afternoon, I also greeted Lao Yang in the same way, and when I walked to the entrance of the small alley, I saw a dusty, ragged boy in a long gown that didn’t fit well, and his cloth shoes were also torn, leaning against the alley. I was a little scared under a rickety black electric pole, but I wanted to see if the man was still alive?Gritting my teeth, I summoned up my courage, stepped forward to try it, and breathed a sigh of relief. She was still alive, and she seemed to be around my age. I hurried back, called Lao Yang, and carried her back to school. When her father knew about it, he rushed over and arranged for a doctor in the infirmary to examine her. The conditions were simple, and the so-called examination was just to see if there were any obvious injuries on her body.

But it was also that day that I realized that it was not a boy, it was a girl like me, but why was she wearing a long gown?Thinking about it, I know how dangerous and difficult it is for a girl to walk alone in such a troubled world.She is 14 years old, one year older than me, and she didn't know that there was a public school for taking in students here. She just had no strength, and she just fainted somewhere, and I happened to see it and brought it back. After waking up, I Tell my father, arrange her to share a dormitory with me, and I can take care of her. A few days later, she took the exam and passed the first grade of junior high school. Distance, neither far nor near, just right!

The teaching level of the school is very high, and she can't keep up with the progress. I will accompany her to make up lessons after homework. When I am reading a book in the middle of the night, the air defense warning will suddenly sound. Some of my favorite books, following the flustered student crowd, hid in the school’s self-built air-raid shelter, teachers, students, all crowded here, sometimes staying for one night, or even longer, stuffy, smelly, she often Take me to the innermost corner, because this is a corner, there will be some humidity, not so stuffy, she sits on the ground, I sit on her top, just like that, sleep next to her for one night.

She has never worn a knee-length cheongsam like our female classmates. She always wears a pair of coarse black trousers, and the white shirt that has been washed a little yellow. When it is cold, she adds a black top. , the school’s school ethos is more open-minded, no one has ever forced her, she usually doesn’t like to talk, in that small dormitory, when everyone chats, she also sits by the bed with me to read a book, only occasionally when she plays basketball Participation, she is not short, now she is 16, not very old, and she is about 1 meters, playing basketball, she is not inferior to those boys, at first there will be boys who are not convinced, or drive her away, and laugh at her, because at that time , in the eyes of many people, basketball is not a sport that girls should participate in. After I heard it once, I felt very angry. Seeing those people yelling at her, she left silently without saying a word. I wanted to argue with those big boys, but I didn't know how to speak. After all, I never had the experience of "arguing" with others, but my father went to talk about it later. After that, she was able to return to the basketball court again, but she rarely went there.

On weekends and holidays, I can go home with my father. My father will take a few male classmates of different ages to eat at home. These are homeless children who have nothing to rely on. Compared with them, I don’t know How happy I was, I told my father that I would also like to take him back home, and my father readily agreed. On weekend nights, my mother cooked a big table of home-cooked food as usual. , displaced and helpless children, what to eat and what to wear are still secondary, and being able to feel warmth is what they need most.

My mother is a woman from a well-to-do family. She was raised in a deep boudoir since she was a child. She has read a subset of poetry and books with her husband. She may not be able to compose poetry, but she can read. , like many young women under the feudal ethics, year after year, take care of the housework, guarding the whole family, under the night light, holding their young children in trance, looking forward to the one who has accepted new ideas and is doing great things outside. , her husband who was somewhat out of tune with her, our family only lived together after the death of our grandparents and we were able to reunite.

Since then, every weekend, I still bring her back home, and a group of boys brought back by my father. She is the only girl who comes from school. My mother likes her very much, and she will stay at my house every weekend. , everyone chatting together, or joking, she never participated, just listened silently, or accompanied me to read in the room, and also took my young brothers and sisters to read Tang poems. In the small yard, there is a big Elm trees are full of vitality in spring, luxuriant in summer, beautiful and depressed in autumn, and stubborn and proud in winter. No matter what season, I will always see her in the early morning of a certain weekend, holding a big broom, cleaning the yard, and will follow me, Help my mother with some housework, and go back to school with me and my father until the school starts on Monday. The backyard of the school is an open space. My father and other teachers often take us here to work, dig the soil, fertilize, weed, A lot of vegetables are grown here, and they are usually supplied to the school canteen. The teachers in the canteen cook in turn. Because the school has no extra funds and rations to support the cook, why not squat with me on the small field ridge , took a small shovel, dug a ditch, and spread the dry manure in rows. Of course I would be afraid of the smell, but I knew that this was something that had to be done. She seemed to see my thoughts, and every time I went to When fertilizing, she always finds other "jobs" for me. When I come over, she has already fertilized and is ready to fill the soil.Although it was not peaceful at that time, it was a bit bitter, but life was passable. There were teachers, a group of young children, and the sound of reading aloud. At least at that time, for me, school was like a world away!

After dinner on weekends, the boys, they go back to school, why not stay with me in my room, she listens to me recite poems to her, sometimes she tells me stories, but never I have never asked about her story. It has been a long time, and two years have passed. Perhaps it was her mother's care that opened her heart.

In 1922, in April, the cold winter was about to pass, the weather suddenly warmed up, and the first Zhifeng war broke out impatiently. Zhang Zuolin's Feng line, and Wu Peifu's direct line, one facing south and one facing north, Hebei in the middle , there was a lot of war, and the people were miserable. Why not Weiwei's father was an underground anti-Japanese comrade at that time, and he never came back after leaving home. But later, Why not Weiwei's family was chased and killed by the Japanese army. At this time, she could also guess, What happened to the father, otherwise, how could the family be hunted down by the Japanese army?She took her 4-year-old sister, two young brothers, and a sick mother to Beiping to seek refuge with her cousin, but encountered the Zhifeng War, and the family was separated. Only the mother and one young brother were there. Later, when I arrived in Peiping, I found out that my cousin’s house was not permanent, but my mother was sick and my younger brother was young. In 10, she had to come to Tianjin alone to join her aunt. And mother, who knows, her aunt's family has long since disappeared, she was extremely destitute and helpless, she could only wander the streets of Tianjin, and finally fainted in that small alley. I went to look for my mother by letter, and it has been two years now, but there is no response, and my cousin's family is also missing.Her father was killed, her lost sister, her two younger brothers and her mother. She didn't know what happened. Whether she was still alive or not became her biggest concern.Since her father left, why didn't she change her name, why not?This name sounds overbearing, even outrageous!What can't be done?But this is also her determination to take revenge!That is revenge, why not do it?

I remember that night, she sat by the dim candlestick, lowered her head slightly, and in her tone, it could be said that she told her mother her sad life experience calmly. I remember that night, her white shirt, undershirt Looking at her thin shoulders, I sat behind her, couldn't see her expression, and couldn't bear to look at her. I remember that night, this 16-year-old girl's self-esteem and forbearance, as well as the pain in her heart Howl! ! !

She didn't cry, but, I heard it, just heard it...

After all, she raised her head, looked at the wet eyes of her mother, looked at me in deep thought, and smiled lightly. I will still remember that night, she was telling the story of her strong and warm smile after the family was destroyed and displaced. ...

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