Cai Wei

【nineteen】

This winter vacation is the most peaceful and happy period since I left Beiping. When I was indulging in words, the time passed quickly and fulfilled.Watching the sunlight from the window draw a semicircle on the manuscript paper, it means that a day has passed.

On March 1940, 3, the weather was not very good, it was raining, and it was a bit cold and clammy.I put down my pen and looked at the manuscript I just wrote word by word.The wind blows in through the leaky window paper, blowing the manuscript paper up and down.I felt a little bored for no reason, so I called Lin Ximing to go out to relax.

The next day, an obituary with white characters on a black background was posted on the school bulletin board. I read it and found out that Mr. Cai Yuanpei passed away in Hong Kong yesterday.On the way to the classroom, I was a little dazed. Even the sunshine seemed to have lost its temperature. Mr. Cai can be said to be our guide. He participated in the May [-]th Movement and was also a pioneer of the New Culture Movement. He is also a leader in many academic fields. the dean.When he was still the president of Peking University, since then, the academic atmosphere of "freedom of thought and inclusiveness" has infiltrated the campus of Peking University like spring rain.

I still remember the words my husband once said in a speech, "I have always believed that academic schools are relative, not absolute; therefore, even if the teachers of each discipline have different opinions, if they are all" If there is reason and reason, let them coexist, so that students have the freedom to choose."

I remember that Mr. Cai Yuanpei visited the hotel where Mr. Chen Du Xiu stayed, just to hire Chen Du Xiu to teach, and it became a good story for a while.During the Battle of Songhu, Mr. supported the sick body and commanded the Institute of Science, Chemistry, and Engineering of the Academia Sinica to evacuate to the inland, moved to Kunming, and built a factory in Qiaotou Village to smelt steel...

Mr. led this crumbling nation to advance against the wind and snow, and moved the ice-covered road with an ice-breaking shovel little by little, but left sadly when the blizzard was raging, but the fire had already been planted, waiting for the cold wind The faded day rekindled and became a fire.

Suddenly, I was a little heartbroken. The images of Mr. Cai who devoted himself to the country and the people appeared in front of his eyes. The pain and admiration that cannot be expressed are vivid.If...if the contemporary young people are good enough, we can have the day when we regain our homeland and return to our homeland. The smoked willow bridge in Jiangsu, the silver frost pavement in the north, and those beautiful memories that dare not be easily touched, Mr. Can see again.

Mr. has done so much for China's youth and for China, but he is doomed to see no end. Whether it is good or abyss-like despair, why not make people sad?

Although literati cannot wield guns and knives, words are true.Although those calls seem futile, the anger they call out is real. Those angers are sparks, and they will eventually go in the footsteps of Mr. Shang and illuminate the future of the Chinese nation.

I only hope that tomorrow's China will be prosperous and prosperous like Mr., like us, and like everyone who loves it thinks.At least, no more internal and external troubles, no longer cowardly.

【twenty】

Today I was reading a letter from He Bi, in which he said that he had passed the assessment and was allowed to fly a plane to perform escort and investigation missions.I was really happy for him, but worried about his safety, I took a fountain pen and letter paper, and bowed my head at the desk to write a reply.

After writing, I put it in an envelope, coughed a few times for no reason, then took rice glue and glued it, ready to send it in the afternoon.At this moment, I heard the sound of Lin Ximing opening the door, so I decided to take the letter and go out with him to relax and post the letter.

"Ximing, don't change your shoes, go for a walk with me, and post He Bi's reply letter along the way."

"Hobby's writing again?" he asked, taking the paper I handed him, looking.

"He is destined to be a pilot." Lin Ximing said after reading it, and I nodded.

After posting the letter, we walked on the main road in Kunming City, and the people coming and going came and went in all kinds of clothes.The ragged and disheveled refugee comforted the crying child in a low voice. The child was naked, and the tattered cloth with its thread thinned out could not cover the child's ribbed chest.The noble lady sitting on the rickshaw driver's sedan chair is dignified and reserved, the Suzhou embroidered cheongsam is luxurious but not flashy, and she is stepping on the most popular high-heeled shoes in Shanghai. There is a sorrow in her brows, but there is no sadness or compassion.

Even in Kunming, where prices are soaring, the superstructure is still able to enjoy their life similar to before, and the luxury and sensuality never seem to be far away.

Then there are the professors and students who traveled from south to here like Lin Ximing and me. These individuals are also the most recognizable. The energetic ones are always those young students, and the bookish ones are often the professors.

Lin Ximing and I walked slowly on this road, we didn't chat much, we just held hands.I reckoned that Lin Ximing was thinking about the framework of the second popular science book. These days I have written a lot of short stories, some with specified themes, and some with random themes when needed. Lin Ximing carefully categorized them, Then I pulled the summary of the first book.He always likes to think about this kind of thing when he walks, so I guess he might be thinking about it.

And I look at the people who come and go in a hurry, guessing and imagining the stories behind every stranger.The vendors on the street were shouting one after another, the young students were laughing and laughing, and the children were chattering non-stop.The sun poured down as if it didn't want money, and there was a noisy sense of reality.

I saw a figure in a suit and leather shoes passing by the corner of the street, and I was startled, and unconsciously clenched Lin Ximing's hand.

"What's the matter?" Lin Ximing almost immediately came out of his thoughts and asked.

I frowned, and said slowly with some hesitation, "I... well, I must have read it wrong."

"Misunderstanding?" Lin Ximing raised his eyes and looked around, "What did you see?"

I didn't mean to hide it either, "I just...seemed to see my elder brother."

"Chang Weiguo?!"

"Yes."

He was silent for a while, then said, "Maybe it's a mistake?"

I shook my head, "I don't know, it feels very similar to...", although it was just a flashing back just now, and I didn't even see the clothes clearly, but it may be some kind of blood connection, or a kind of The vague feeling made me feel that it was probably him.

"Cough...cough cough, let's...go back first?" I said.

Lin Ximing frowned and patted my back, "Let's grab some traditional Chinese medicine first."

Back at the school building, we were all surprised, but definitely not shocked. How strange was the fire 17 years ago, and Lin Ximing and I were not intellectually deficient, so how could we fail to see it? After that, my eldest brother fled to the world with jewelry and money and could not find a trace.It's just that if the person I saw today is really him, what is he doing here?

I felt Lin Ximing's fingers caressing the center of my brow, "Don't worry about him, Weihua."

I sighed, "Forget it, it has nothing to do with me. After the fire 17 years ago, he was no longer my eldest brother. Since then, I, Chang Weihua, have no father, no mother, no elder brothers and younger brothers. All in one, it’s pretty good.”

"Aren't I your elder brother?" Lin Ximing said.

I smiled slightly, "You are my partner, if my elder brother, how can you be my partner?"

He choked for a moment, and said helplessly, "Weihua, I really can't say enough about you."

"The book has its own golden house."

The author has something to say:

Originally said to write everything and release it at once.

But... didn't hold back QUQ