Cai Wei

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Beiping in February 1949 was my first and deepest colorful memory after returning to my old capital.It was a peaceful atmosphere. In the hut where two people once lived, the dust danced in the air with the traces of the wind.

I pushed open the window, half the wall was warmed by the sun.

The old man at the alley was talking about the Communist Party with a pipe in his mouth, basking in the sun with his eyes narrowed into invisible slits.

He narrowed his eyes and saw that the orchids planted by the window were still growing stubbornly, and the white orchids were blooming quietly, looking as fresh as ever.

I was cleaning this house full of memories of the two of us. Under the wooden chair, there were still his books that were piled up in disorder.I always have a trance illusion, as if I can hear his gentle and smiling voice sounding in front of the desk in the next second, saying that he wants the fourth book under the wooden chair, and he insists on me to pick it up after a few steps. .

After he passed away, I used to be able to recall everything about him clearly, but now I am beginning to forget some tiny things.Sometimes I can see his face clearly and sometimes not.He began to wither, I began to forget.It felt like losing him all over again.

That cold musty smell woke me up. For nine years, day and night, he kept appearing and disappearing. Every time I wanted to go with him, I would always remember the phrase "you can't die".

So I'm back, back to where it all started.

He likes a warm house, so I cleaned the house, opened the curtains, and searched my memory to find the aromatherapy 12 years ago. I didn't bother to think about whether it was still usable, so I lit one first.

The familiar warm fragrance wafted up, I sat in front of his desk, took out a piece of manuscript paper, took a pen to think about it, and wrote.

"With this book, I respect Chang Weihua, professor of Southwest Associated University.

The wind of the gentleman, the mountain is high and the water is long, is enough to be a virtue to future generations, and pass it on. "

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He told me that he wanted to be cremated after death, leaving part of the ashes in Kunming and taking the rest back to his hometown.

In the nine turbulent years that followed, I always carried the box with the ashes close to me, and never left it for a moment.

I chose a peaceful cemetery for him, well lit, the way he would like it.

Then in Xinyang, my hometown, Mengchun, I cried bitterly.

You buried the bones in the mud, I sent the world to the world full of snow.

The author has something to say:

This should be regarded as my first truly finished article.From October 10st to November 21st, exactly one month, I watched Chang Weihua, Lin Ximing, He Bi, and the masters at that time, Chen Lao, Xiaocha, Chang Weiguo , Fu Xiaoxiao, from Beiping to Changsha to Kunming, from Tsinghua University to Changsha Temporary University to Southwest Associated University.Watching Weihua go from confused to determined, and then watching him guide He Bi to find his own direction.

When I was writing this chapter, there was an interruption in the middle, and "kissofdeath" was suddenly looped in the earphones, and I couldn't help crying all of a sudden. This kind of emotion came from inexplicable but uncontrollable.So much so that the moment I wrote the ending, my face was filled with tears and excitement, and my roommate came in and thought I was stupid.

"Plucking Wei" came from a long-cherished wish of mine. When I was in the fifth grade of elementary school, my father bought a complete set of "South Crossing North Return (Nandu) (North Return) (Farewell)". When I was in the third grade of junior high school I read it all for the first time, read it for the second time in the second year of high school, read it over and over again when I was preparing for the exam in the third year of high school, and now, I read it again when I was writing "Caiwei".I can always remember the first time I watched "Crossing the South and Returning to the North", I was moved or sighed and shed tears by the ill-fated masters in it. The integrity and spirit are moving.I have always wanted to use this as the subject to write something by myself.It's just that due to my limited writing skills and lack of writing skills, I haven't started writing for a long time.

And starting to write "Caiwei" is also full of trepidation, even if it is only intercepted such a small part, it is not very satisfactory to write.During this journey, I wanted to give up many times. I felt that I spent so much time looking up information and putting so much effort into writing that no one would read it, so what’s the point of what I wrote?I am really grateful to those who have always supported me. The little angels who leave a message under each chapter update. It is your comments that give me motivation. Every time I write an article, it is a kind of joy to express myself. Reading your comments is even more exciting. Happy joy.I also thank the girls who have been watching but have never spoken. Your hits are also the motivation for me to write [Really don’t laugh

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