Cai Wei

【fifteen】

When the days pass by quietly, you will find that everything in the world is just water in your palm and sand between your fingers.

The Spring Festival in 1939 was the first Spring Festival that Lin Ximing and I celebrated in Kunming. The number of people at Southwest Associated University increased, and the Spring Festival became much more lively.There are too many activities in the school, and the students also take this time to relax for a while.I looked around for a while at the playground that had been turned into an event venue, and I couldn't help but feel the vitality of young people.

A few days ago, He Bi got a letter from his family, but it was not a happy news.I remember meeting him on the road after class that day, and he was taking the letter from the messenger and opening it.The originally joyful expression froze the moment he saw the thin letter paper, as if it was instantly frozen by the wind and snow in the cold winter, eroding little by little into heart-wrenching pain.

It's just that he doesn't have any expression, it's not that he's not sad, it's not that he's not in pain, this kind of expression is often seen during the more than two years of fleeing, it's an expression that no longer responds to any expectations, so weak that he can't even cry A burden that is too heavy.

He Bi stood there for a while, and turned into a lifeless ice sculpture in the temperatureless winter sun. Suddenly he murmured to me, saying, Sir, can I go to your place during the New Year?

I don't want to be alone on New Year's Eve.

He said so.

On New Year's Eve, I lay in a recliner and fell asleep, my jaw was bit by bit holding on to watch the year. Lin Ximing felt sorry for me and wanted me to go to bed first, but I always had an obsession to watch until the New Year came. I couldn't hold back, so I had to add a few cotton coats behind my waist to make me feel more comfortable.

He Bi was sitting by the window, sporadic firecrackers sounded from a distance, Lin Ximing filled a hot water bottle for me to warm my hands, and handed He Bi a pot of hot tea, and sat down beside me to read a book.

"Sir, I want to join the army after the Spring Festival."

I was a little sober after hearing the words, "Why do you think so?"

Lin Ximing looked up at He Bi, but said nothing.

"I've been thinking about what I'm going to do for a long time," he leaned back in his chair, looked down at the teacup in his hand, the curling water vapor made it elusive, "I've been thinking about it over and over again for more than two months. , I know I'm too decadent, but I really don't know where to go. Until that day I saw a female classmate in the same class meet her younger brother on the road, holding a smile and crying, her brother was covered in It was dried mud and grime, her hair was too disheveled to see her face, and she was neatly dressed in a dark blue dress."

"But they were in the middle of the road where people came and went, and they didn't cry very loudly, but they laughed until their four dimples were filled with tears."

"I thought at the time that I had already lost my true love," he sighed, exhaling a cloud of white mist, "I also lost my true love."

"There can't be more 'me' going through this pain."

I sat up straight, the young man in the flickering light of the candle looked at the tea in his hand alone, he was not tall, but the candlelight cast a long and narrow shadow on the wall, his slow voice was calm And with a doomed indifference.

"So sir," he stood up, faced me with his head bowed, and suddenly knelt down, "When the concubine Kao was alive, she told the students the 'Three Don'ts', the first of which is 'Don't say big but small', think twice, then The intention of going away has been decided. Today, the students will wear Wu hooks, throw their pens into the army, and want to serve the country. The students have no family and strict family kindness. There is an ancient saying, "One day is a teacher and a life is a father." So he kowtowed to tell the students that they are unworthy, as if blood spilled on the motherland Heshan, don’t regret it.”

I didn't have time to stop it, and Lin Ximing reached out to help but couldn't pull up the kneeling man.He bowed his head, his forehead touched the muddy ground, and he got up after a while, his black eyes were not so clear in the dim candlelight, but in the depths of the black was a sad yet warm hope.

"I only hope that on the day when the students return to their hometown, the new rain will begin, and the sun will rise and the clouds will bloom."

I frowned and sighed, Lin Ximing shook my head while holding my hand.I understand that everyone has their own destiny, and I understand that when a person decides what he wants to do from the heart, it cannot be stopped by mountains of swords, seas of fire, and landslides.

As life goes on, we will inevitably embark on unfamiliar roads and meet new friends. On this road, milestones will gradually evolve into tombstones, and a friend lies under each block.

I don't want to imagine his future. How many sons of other families died on the soil of other lands during this time when my thoughts are flying around. I would rather there be a sunny hometown, where young people who are no longer young in military uniform are against the light. And go, with his deceased fiancée and family members who love him.

On the first day of the New Year, He Bi left with all his luggage. Lin Ximing and I were entrusted by him to help clean his bed. After cleaning up in less than half an hour, we were surprised to find that there was no trace of a person's existence. It turns out that only such a small amount can be completely eliminated in one 48th of a day.

I heard that he passed the strict pilot standard, and wrote in the letter - "Our bodies, planes and bombs should be destroyed together with the enemy's warship positions."

I have nothing to say, I am pleased with his recovery, but worried about his future.

For us, the days of school and running alarms still go on.They were so frequent that we even started to take our time. Once the lanterns on Wuhua Mountain changed to red, everyone started to run away into the mountains. Now, the two red lanterns for official air raid warnings have been hung up. The professor poked his head out to have a look, and told the students that class was over.

Kunming has almost no air defense force. The Japanese planes will come whenever they want, and sometimes they will even forecast a day in advance how many planes will come to bomb tomorrow. no more, no less.

On an ordinary morning, I woke up very early, and Lin Ximing was still asleep next to me, and my exhaled breath gently brushed the exposed threads of the quilt.There were some wrinkles at the corners of this person's eyes in his sleep, I stretched out my hand to trace the line of lines, and my heart suddenly softened, like the soft fur of a pet rabbit I rubbed when I was a child.This person has always been afraid that I will be tired, hungry, thirsty, and sick. What he is most afraid of is that I will leave without saying goodbye, and what he is most afraid of is that he will leave me alone.I can't imagine life without him, it would be a fish without water, a tree without light, a bird without wings, every fragment of my life, all memories, have him.

I lightly tap the corners of his eyes with my index finger, hoping to join hands with him until my head is covered with snow.

He was in a light sleep, and felt dazedly that an annoying hand like a fly was harassing him, so he grabbed my hand, stuffed it under the pajamas, and pressed it against his warm stomach.

The weather is still a bit cold, I'm not in good health, and my hands are a little cold when I'm messing around like this without a coat on.

I squeezed my eyes and felt the slowly warming hands, and suddenly I didn't want to get up, so I retracted into his arms and closed my eyes.

The author has something to say:

I came back late after a day of partying on my birthday, and now I can’t hold it anymore_(:з」∠)_

A little bit

but very sweet

I want a sweet QUQ for my birthday