Cai Wei

【twelve】

When the rainy season in Kunming comes, it is like the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River. It rains non-stop, but it is different from the rain in the south of the Yangtze River. It lacks the slow gentleness, and the strong wind is mixed with bean-sized raindrops. Hitting the thatched roof.The thatched roof is only a little good. When the rain is light, you can't hear too many sounds, but once the rain is heavy, it will be "russled" accompanied by the strong wind shaking the house violently. It hurt people's brains, and the leaked raindrops fell on the students' desks, the ground, and their bodies.Looking at each other, they are all half-wet somewhere, or the left shoulder, or the back, or the top of the head, with wet strands of hair drooping on the forehead, and the eyes meet, which is ridiculous and a little helpless.

Because of my perennial throat disease, I can’t make too much noise. During the weekdays, when I teach, the students will be very quiet, so that I can not make too much noise. Even so, I often need to drink fat sea Chinese herbal medicine is used to warm the throat, not to mention teaching in a thatched hut that makes the sound of being ravaged by the wind and rain.

I tried to get the students to form a circle and get closer, but later I found that it was difficult to hear clearly.As a next step, I decided to write every sentence I said on the blackboard, but sometimes the words need to be interpreted. Without the sound as a medium, the expressiveness always feels a bit weak.

I told Lin Ximing about this matter, and complained a few words on the blackboard that my wrist hurt from writing too much.Lin Ximing held my wrist and rubbed it with moderate strength, and said, "It doesn't matter if you are silent, words have sound, just read it quietly, and thousands of words will be silent."

I thought it was very reasonable, and when I teased a cold real person, he would open his eyes and boast, saying that I taught well.

After messing around for a while, I couldn't help hugging Lin Ximing, leaned into his ear, and said softly in a lingering tone, "Ximing, you are such a treasure..."

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The rain was getting heavier and heavier, covering up the sound of spring in our house overnight.

On the second day, the clouds and mists were cleared to see the dawn, and the sun, which had not been seen for a long time, lazily sprinkled on the rain-soaked soil.I put on my shirt under the warm light. Lin Ximing beside me had already gotten up and came back from running in circles with two steaming steamed buns.

After eating the steamed stuffed buns, we each had classes to attend. The College of Engineering was on Tuodong Road in the southeast of Kunming City, and the College of Liberal Arts was in the completely opposite direction, so we parted at the door.

While walking on the muddy path, I suddenly found a familiar face obliquely in front of me. I looked at it for a while, and called to stop the person who passed by.

"He Bi?"

The man was dressed in rags, and his face was extremely haggard, which is why I was a little hesitant.

"gentlemen!"

Hobby looked excited, "Sir, you are here too!"

He Bi was my student in Peking. He has his own unique introduction to the choice of words and sentences, and he is also very open-minded. He will be a good author with a broad vision.It's just that he looks like this now, with a sallow complexion, dry hair, and some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He doesn't look like a student in his weak years at all.

"What's wrong with you?"

"When Beiping fell, I failed to escape and was arrested by the Japanese army." He Bi lowered his eyes, turned his head, and his voice trembled a little, "Sir, do you still have to go to class? Why don't you talk while you walk?"

I led Hobby forward.

"After being arrested, I was locked up together with other students in the basement of the First Hospital of Peking University. The Japanese...the Japanese don't treat us as human beings at all! They don't allow us to speak. Suffering severe beatings, slaps, or sticks. The Japanese said that we, the universities, should be responsible for this war that caused Japan to suffer heavy losses, so they asked us to "redeem" every now and then. I escaped by luck...but..."

His voice choked slightly.

"A lot of classmates... all died there."

I was speechless for a while, and I couldn't offer words of comfort, so I had to lead him towards the classroom. The students who were playing bamboo flutes in club activities along the way were focused.

"Fu Xiaoxiao... just..." He lost his voice in the middle of speaking.

Fu Xiaoxiao was his childhood sweetheart, the two grew up together, and they were in love with each other as a matchmaker. They had already made a marriage contract, and they were going to be married when they graduated.

I lowered my eyes and pushed open the classroom door. People were already seated inside. I had nothing to say, so I patted He Bi on the shoulder, watched him find a seat at the back, and began to talk about today's class.

After class, He Bi told me that Mr.'s lectures became more and more subtle. I shook my head, thinking that I could only speak from my heart because I felt something in my heart.

"Sir, will we continue to escape?" He asked, "From Beiping to Changsha, and then from Changsha to Kunming, where is the end point?"

"Peking," I said, "I believe that our destination will be Peiping."

Before he left, he thanked me, with a vicissitudes on his face, but he straightened his waist, as if he was carrying something on his back and moved forward resolutely. Maybe it was the weight of his unmarried girlfriend, maybe it was his desire to return to his hometown, maybe it was that. It is the shape of thousands of unyielding wills, forging ahead.

Even if you are bloodied by wind, frost and swords, you must be born with wings and gather strength to fly.

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