Cai Wei

【Thirteen】

The feeling of going to class in the rainy season was really unbearable, and even those who were having fun in the midst of suffering made a lot of self-deprecating questions.

The sound of wind, rain, reading, the sound of the ear.

Family affairs, state affairs, world affairs, everything is concerned.

Lin Ximing took me to see it. I stood in front of the pair and thought about it for a while, and felt that what I said was very reasonable.

He Bi still came to attend lectures every day. The young man who used to be full of dynamite-like reluctance seemed to have died in the basement of the First Hospital of Peking University in Beiping, and traveled thousands of miles to Kunming with only his body left.He lowered his head, was more silent than talking, and the scars on his neck and arms were left there, like wounds branded on his soul, dark memories that could never be erased.

But when he was listening to the class, his eyes were calm and focused, like the eyes of his departed fiancée, as if after he lost her, He Bi became Fu Xiaoxiao.

I remembered the first time I met Fu Xiaoxiao in Peking. She was a woman's rights advocate and deeply admired Jianhu heroine Qiu Jin.I thought she would be a sharp young man, perhaps with rebellious eyes, but when I saw her, I found that she was just a girl who loved to laugh, with a gentle and courteous attitude, quiet and soft eyes, and ear-to-ear With short hair, wearing a navy blue dress, and smiling at He Bi against the light, he looked amazingly young.

He Bi is now not only studying Chinese, but also studying real science chemistry. Because he has never had a deep contact with it, he often visits my house and asks Lin Ximing for advice.

Occasionally when chatting, Lin Ximing made a pot of tea, and the three of them sat in the cramped living room, each obsessed with a cup of tea, listening to He Bi talk about Peking.

The civilians who failed to escape after the Japanese occupation had no human rights and were bullied.Those who survived turned to the Japanese army and became traitors, nodding and bowing to the Japanese officer with a mustache, serving tea and water.It was the first time that the Spring Festival in the capital was so deserted, the sound of firecrackers was sporadic, and the sound of exploding seemed to be stuffed in a leather bag, with an inescapable suffocation.When fleeing in chaos, I passed by the almost barren Tsinghua Garden. In the cold wind of the north that pierced my bones, a star of red plums bloomed on the branches.

With a calm voice and straightforward narration, his eyes were clouded with tears.

Returning from day to day, even at the age.

Life in Kunming is quite peaceful. Except for the skyrocketing prices and everything is very poor and difficult, it feels like a paradise.

As time progressed, the Japanese army, which was stalemate near Wuhan, began to move.

In July 1938, 7 Japanese troops laid siege to the southwest along the banks of the Yangtze River and the foothills of the Dabie Mountains.

I don't know much about the military, but I still understand the importance of war supplies to warfare.Yunnan is located at the junction of Vietnam, Myanmar and China, so it is naturally an important channel for foreign materials to enter China.Newspapers reported that the Japanese army bombed the Yunnan-Vietnam Railway and the Yunnan-Burma Railway from Kunming to Vietnam and Myanmar, and at the same time sent troops to occupy Guangdong and Hainan Island, cutting off the connection between Hong Kong and the mainland of China, and then attacking Guangxi, cutting off Zhennan Pass and French India. China-Vietnam ties.

On September 9, I was teaching in the classroom, discussing Tagore's poetry collection with students.But I heard a huge roar outside the classroom. I frowned and put down the chalk in my hand, and listened carefully for a few seconds.

I have heard this voice in Peking and Changsha.

The roar was too loud, and my voice couldn't surpass it, so I had to write quickly on the blackboard.

"Air strike!"

Most of my students have traveled south from Changsha to Kunming, and they also have the experience of running an alarm in Changsha. When they heard that it was an air raid, they immediately ran outside the classroom.I hurriedly picked up the books on the desk and took them with me. These are the materials that Principal Mei has painstakingly supplemented. I dare not bet on the possibility of bombing this classroom and burning the books. .

"Weihua!"

Hearing Lin Ximing's voice suddenly, before turning his head to take a look, he felt his wrist being clenched.

"Let's go!"

There was unconcealable anxiety in his voice.

"Wait!" I put the book in my arms, and then ran out following Lin Ximing.

Fortunately, there is a mountain next to the school, and the students, professors and local farmers all ran towards the mountain.The sound of the bombers was getting closer and closer, even as if they were overhead, the Japanese planes hovered in the sky as if there was no one there, unscrupulously forming various formations, and dropping black bombs one after another.

Lin Ximing pulled me and hid in the gap between two mountains, using the branches and leaves along the road to block the top of my head.I was wheezing a little bit, and my throat was burning.

"Do you know how dangerous it was just now!"

I was startled. I remembered that Lin Ximing had never spoken to me in such a slightly angry tone. I turned my head and looked at him suspiciously, but found that this man dodged and avoided my gaze, and my gaze moved down. , saw his uncontrollably trembling fingers.

He's not angry, he's scared.

"Those books are heavy..."

He turned his head abruptly, met my eyes, and interrupted me, "You can find a way to buy the book if it's gone, you..." He choked up, and took a long time to pick it up again, "You, you It's gone... Is there any way I can get it back...?"

Why didn't I know his fear, but at that time, my subconscious reaction was to protect these materials that might be orphans, as if my own life and death had been forgotten.It's just that I'm safe now. Thinking about what I did just now, it was indeed inappropriate, not to mention that I know how much this man in front of me cares about me. His words made me feel a little guilty.

"Sorry...cough, cough." As soon as I opened my mouth, I found that my throat felt uncomfortable as if it had been sanded, and it was so dry that I coughed uncontrollably.

Lin Ximing immediately moved closer and hugged me, the anger just now seemed to be pierced, and dissipated in the air in an instant, "Stop talking, cover your mouth and nose to breathe, and I will soak you in some fat sea when you go back."

"hug……"

Lin Ximing hugged me in his arms, but fortunately there was no one around, no one noticed.

I was a little bit embarrassed, I wanted to say sorry again, but Lin Ximing interrupted me halfway through the sentence, and instead it became a "hug" with no clear meaning, it sounded like I was so uncomfortable that I started acting like a baby.

But my lover's arms are still comfortable, at least softer and warmer than the rocks leaning against the mountain.

"I'm sorry, Weihua," he rested his chin lightly on top of my head, "I was too anxious just now... my tone was not good."

I shook my head left and right to show that I didn't care.

"It's not your fault, but I vented my emotions on you, I'm sorry."

I sighed helplessly from the bottom of my heart. This person is not the kind of person with a good temper in front of them. I'm always short-tempered.Even if it's just as angry as before, it seems to be a flash in the pan, and then apologizes to me in the blink of an eye.

It was really hard for me to speak, so I raised my head and looked at Lin Ximing. He was at the most calm and mature age, and I could be seen in the phoenix eyes with thick eyebrows.I pressed the back of his neck to make him bow his head, and touched the corner of his lips.

The dropped bomb exploded not very far away, and the earth trembled to bear the violent impact.I got out of Lin Ximing's arms and leaned on him to read the book I brought out.The sound of cracking, explosions, screams, and houses collapsing outside seemed like a hole had been torn open in Avi Hell, allowing those desperate evil spirits to wander into the world.But I seem to be in Penglai Xiandao, or some kind of lonely Taoyuan.