[Ji Hanzhu] short story colleagues

The military supplies were loaded onto the ship and drove away overnight.After a long day of work, when they returned to their rooms, they were very sleepy.Fei Yi went back to his room and fell asleep, completely unaware of where he was.

Before he woke up that day, he had a dream.He was sitting in the car, and Dong Yun drove him up the mountain, and the woods on both sides retreated quickly.They unknowingly crossed the Three Gorges and reached Shennv Peak, overlooking the river.Dong Yun said, you have watched this river for a lifetime, haven't you seen enough?

Fei Yi in the dream was very courageous, he said: I have watched you all my life.

When he awoke, he was curled up in a ball with the cold like a baby.

Later Fei Yi remembered that Dong Yun had put his overcoat on before leaving, together with the pack of cigarettes.He went to Dong Yun's room, but saw the young master sitting under the window reading a book.

"What are you looking at?" Fei Yi called him through the window.As soon as Dong Yun raised his eyes and saw him, there was a gentle look in his eyes unconsciously.

"Nothing, just take a look."

Dong Yun showed him the content of the book, which was a collection of poems with names of foreigners he didn't know.

Fei Yi said, "I can't understand foreign poetry. What do you like about them?"

"They believed in God."

Fei Yi was startled: "You also believe in God?"

"I don't believe it, I just want to know why they believe it. I also want to know, when they came in to kill the Chinese, did they also have such a devout belief? How can people do... so contradictory?"

"...Your thinking is very critical." Fei Yi said sincerely.

"I didn't... well, maybe I did." After a while, Dong Yun said softly. "Are you?"

Fei Yi stared at him, then burst out laughing.

"Am I like?"

Am I like a person of faith?

"picture."

Dong Yun answered him.

His hand couldn't help crossing the window, and couldn't help touching the hair next to Dong Yun's ear.Fei Yi didn't know why he was trembling.

He said, "You overestimate me..."

I don't believe in those working-class people who play cards with me, and I don't believe in those high-ranking officials in mountain cities today.I don't believe in revolution, nor do I believe in the old society.I don't believe in Chinese, but I also hate Japanese.

Who am I?

Dong Yun grabbed his hand, and the two of them were separated by the window, looking very close.At that moment, Fei Yi suddenly had an inspiration, and he said, "If you believe in me...I believe in myself too."

The news of the fall of Wuhan, like the goods, first landed at the dock.

It was a foggy day, and Fei Yi remembered that when he was struggling with a number he couldn't figure out, he suddenly heard commotion outside.Then a worker rushed over, slapped on his window, and called him, "It's not good, it's said that something happened in Wuhan..."

Fei Yi jumped up and rushed to the crowd at the pier.

The rumors were repeated over and over again, and finally spread.The mountain city became very silent that day.

When Dong Yun found him later, Fei Yi was smoking a cigarette in front of the window, looking downstream.He held a cigarette in his hand, and the end of the cigarette flickered on and off.

Dong Yun looked at him, and said after a while: "I've wanted to say it for a long time, your cigarettes are really good."

Fei Yi took out a whole cigarette case from his pocket and stuffed it in his hand: "I'll give it to you."

"I don't smoke."

"I know."

"You are from Wuhan, do you have relatives there?"

"...No. I don't have any relatives." He smiled. "The proletariat."

Dong Yun wants to point out that the proletariat is not what you mean, but what he finally said is: "I came to say goodbye, and I may have to leave."

"Go...? Where?"

"Yichang."

Fei Yi stubbed out the cigarette butt and looked at him: "What are you doing there?"

"Wuchang is lost, and then the front line is there. We need to transport more supplies, and there is also a batch of factory equipment on the front line that needs to be transferred..."

He couldn't continue, Fei Yi hugged him: "I'll go with you."

"..."

"Stop talking, I want to go with you."

Dong Yun silently put his hand on his back.

"If I don't go, will you go?" he asked.

"Of course I will. I'm a Communist Party member." Fei Yi said.

The boat was called "National" and it carried them all the way eastward. On the night they passed the Three Gorges, they kissed each other in the last room of the cabin.Goddess Peak silently overlooked them.

In this land, so many people are dying.In Nanjing and Wuchang, the blood of so many people went to the sea along the Yangtze River.And they may be just as small.On that day, for the first time, Fei Yi sincerely hoped that God would have eyes, and take care of the two tiny souls in this age of iron and fire.

Especially himself.How many people more noble than him have died, but he fell so lowly on a boat, praying for himself to survive.Every day, every night, I put my face closer to the river.Every day, every night, tossing and turning.

Go with almost all ships available.Their boats are small.During that time, Japanese planes had been circling overhead, bombing indiscriminately.Dong Yun stayed at the pier, sending away boat after boat of people and supplies.

Fei Yi was basically afraid to leave him.As far as the eye can see, everyone is busy, and refugees and supplies are pouring in like waves, exhausting them.

Most of the ships left the port safely, but some were bombed.Fei Yi himself was almost killed in the bombing - several people carrying a box of goods in front of him, together with a dozen refugees, were blown to pieces.Fei Yi was lifted up by the air wave and flew out.When he stood up, he thought he was going to cry, but when he touched his eyes, it was always dry.He calmly walked to the other side of the pier and continued to count the flow of goods.At night, he entered the loss in his own ledger.

Death: ... people.How many are there?

He finally found that these methods were futile, put down his pen, and suddenly felt that there were really no more tears to shed.

Perhaps the patience of the Japanese army came to an end, and the bombing became more and more violent.On the last night, he boarded the same boat as Dong Yun.

Their eyes met.

"These days are tiring, but it's worth it." Dong Yun said. "Don't look sad."

Then, the cabin exploded and they fell into the icy water.

That was the last loss.

They managed to remove both supplies and refugees.I heard that someone got a medal for it.

But some people lost something because of it.

Fei Yi drifted on the river for several hours, and finally found a chance to climb ashore.He was wounded, had a fever, and trembled all over, but he still walked on the bank without stopping.

It was late autumn a year later when he returned to Chongqing. He had already been ill. He went to see Dong Yun's tomb and was buried with countless people who had died in the same way.After Fei Yi went back, he took away the collection of poems that Dong Yun was reading at the window that day.

He turned back to the organization and asked to go to the most dangerous place.No one stopped him.Everyone believed that he would not sacrifice.

I think so too.

In the cold night, Dong Yun smiled at him.In fact, he has a pair of sensitive eyes.

END

bedtime story

Once upon a time there was a street with many cats on it.

Jiang Wan was one of them, and his greatest hobby was lying on the roof and drying his fur.

Most cats are very proud animals, and there were two of the proudest cats on this street.One is Jiang Wei. He is a light yellow cat who is especially good at fighting. Every time he goes out, he chases the tomcats in the next street around, and then strolls back with victorious strides.The other is Fei Yi. Although he doesn't know how to fight, he is very good at showing off his cuteness. Every time he just walks into any small shop on the street, he will definitely trick a human into a small fish and run out after half an hour.

Jiang Wan considers himself an ordinary cat, he doesn't like to fight, and he doesn't like to be cute, he just likes to bask in the sun.Usually, his way to pass the time is to lie on the roof, and then slowly move his body along with the movement of the sun. When the sun goes down, he gets up to look for food, and then continues to wait for the next day.

Every time the cats had a meeting, he would lazily choose a sunny place and watch everyone quarrel.Cats also have some of the same habits as humans, for example, they like to hold meetings to decide the future.But like human beings, every meeting is actually a quarrel, and then nothing can be decided.But Jiang Wan still likes meetings very much, second only to his love for the sun.

...well, he can get some sun in the meeting anyway, and he's never been able to decide anything anyway.That's pretty much the reason.

One day, the humans on this street started catching cats for some reason.The reason is that cats don't understand issues like "creating a civilized and hygienic city".The other cats were very clever, but Jiang Wan was caught by the two very casually because he was too lazy.

Those two men took him to a veterinary station and locked him in a cage. Jiang Wan felt very uncomfortable, but he has always been very docile, so he obediently lay on his stomach and didn't move.

"This cat is very obedient... Could it be that it was raised by someone before?" the veterinarian muttered as he checked it.

Then take out a needle barrel.

Jiang Wan instinctively struggled for a while, and then as the needle pierced into his body, he screamed terribly.

Then the humans let him go.Actually that was some kind of vaccine, but of course Jiang Wan didn't know such a thing.To mark this as a vaccinated cat, a small bell was tied around his neck.It jingles as it runs.

This thing is kinda cute.But Jiang Wan's happiest thing is that he is free again, and can go back... er... to bask in the sun.It is impossible for you to expect anything from him (.

But the strange thing is that the cats on the street are disappearing, and fewer and fewer people come to the meeting.We no longer discuss about the future