Journal of Literature · Night reading at the moment
Night before bedtime reading, a beautiful article, takes you into the world of memory of reading.
During the period of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression and the War of Liberation, more than 300 nursing ladies in the Weihai base area walked into the smoke and flames of war at a flower-like age and fed 1223 revolutionary milk children with holy breast milk. Their milk soothes the lives traumatized by the war, their kindness domesticates the ferocious cannon fire, and their "lullaby" is interpreted into a fragrant symphony of motherhood... This is a hidden past of home and country, and it is also a national memory that should not be forgotten. Writers Tie Liu and Zhao Fangxin traveled to various places to find the prototype of the story, and reshaped this group of touching and profound female figures with simple and sincere brushstrokes.
Blood milk
。
At the age of twenty-four, Jiao Yuezhi married from his mother's family to Tianjia Village in Muhai County (present-day Yazi Town, Rushan City, Weihai City) and became Tian Baosong's new daughter-in-law.
A year later, the child was born, and unfortunately, a few months later he fell ill.
At that time, the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression had entered the most brutal stage of stalemate, the Japanese and the Kosovars frantically "swept up," and the Jiaodong Eighth Route Army adopted guerrilla warfare to strike at the enemy. Then a problem arises: the cruel war does not prevent the love of young people, nor does it prevent the advent of small lives; and these children face the test of life and death as soon as they are born... In order to solve the worries of the commanders and fighters, the Jiaodong District Party Committee decided to set up the Jiaodong Nursery, the most important of which was to find a reliable nursing mother for the nursing child.
Before Jiao Yuezhi could crawl out of her grief, the cadres of the village women's rescue association hugged her a baby girl named Sheng'er, and as soon as she looked at her, she knew that the child's body was bone-crushing.
"The child's parents gave birth to her a few days ago and went to the front line, the east family a mouthful of milk, the west family a mouthful of milk ... Treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. ”
A sense of solemnity and sacredness suddenly arose in Jiao Yuezhi's heart: I must feed this child!
In the wind and rain, in the black and white, the children finally survived enough to feed staple food. The inspector sent by the nursery school inspected her house and was surprised to see the child, and boasted that Zhi Zhi would take care of the child.
Jiao Yuezhi said embarrassedly, "But her physique is too poor--is there any way to make her stronger?" ”
The inspector said, "Another day you will take it to the nursery medical team and look for a doctor." ”
Jiao Yuezhi listened, his eyebrows opened and smiled, what to do another day, go now!
The inspector took her with him and carried the baby to the nursery.
A doctor named Wang Yuezhai asked about the performance of Jiao Yuezhi's children, and she said: "The old love to cry, the depressed, and the growth is slower than other people's children." ”
Wang Yuezhai called a young nurse to check the child's blood. Jiao Yuezhi watched as the silver-white needle was inserted into Sheng'er's arm, and his body trembled, and Sheng'er cried loudly, and she whimpered and coaxed her.
The results are out.
Wang Yuezhai told her that the child was suffering from "severe anemia." What is "anemia"? Simply put, there is less blood in the child's body. So what to do? One is to supplement nutrition, this method is relatively slow; one is blood transfusion, which has a faster effect. Jiao Yuezhi heard that the blood transfusion came to the spirit, "Then what are you waiting for?" Hurry up and give the child a loss! Wang Yuezhai smiled, "If it is so simple, wait until you find someone with the right blood type to give her a loss." Jiao Yuezhi did not understand what is called blood type, and rolled up his sleeves, "First see if I am worthy?" If you don't deserve it, call a man to check it out. Wang Yuezhai was moved, and called out to the little nurse to draw blood for Jiao Yuezhi for testing.
Her blood type is just the right match for her baby! She was as happy as if she had picked up the Great Yuanbao, and she pushed her own child's face, causing the child to pounce on her head.
Wang Yuezhai commanded the little nurse, drew twenty milliliters of Jiao Yuezhi's blood, and then slowly dripped it into the body of the child. Watching the bright red liquid enter the child's body, Jiao Yuezhi felt that her life and the child had a magical and subtle connection, she suddenly became bright-eyed, and every subtle expression of the child could not escape her gaze and "heart light".
She asked Wang Yuezhai expectantly, "Is it better tomorrow?" ”
Wang Yuezhai said, "What a speed!" Give your child only a small amount of loss points today, and see how she reacts first. ”
Jiao Yuezhi said a little frustratedly, "I don't understand these Daoists, so you can watch and do it." ”
The next day, she took the baby and went to the nursery medical team early, and it was twenty milliliters again.
She didn't understand what twenty milliliters meant, and asked Wang Yuezhai, "Aren't we all pressing two by the pound?" How many pounds is this twenty milliliters? Wang Yuezhai changed his mind: "About less than half two!" Jiao Yuezhi screamed, "It's just a wine cup!" Too little! I beg you to give more to your children! Wang Yuezhai shook his head, "Your mother's heart can be understood, but we have to do things according to science." ”
Jiao Yuezhi was discouraged by the disappointment.
On the third day, she continued to beg Wang Yuezhai to increase the amount, Wang Yuezhai could not help her, check the birth, there was no adverse reaction, and increased the amount of blood transfusion to thirty milliliters.
The joy in Jiao Yuezhi's heart also rose, and on the way home, he sang the "anti-Japanese minor tune" to his son.
Day five, day six, day seven...
What was heart-wrenching was that the child was still the same, and a row of fire bubbles grew on his mouth in a hurry.
Finally, one night, the child did not make a fuss, And Zhizhi slept soundly, and when she got up in the morning, her little face was flushed with a hint of redness.
She blew into the nursery like a gust of wind to announce the good news to Wang Yuezhai.
Wang Yuezhai was first happy and then worried, "You don't have to lose today, you have been making it for more than ten consecutive days, and it is not a small amount." She shook her head, "The child just got a little better and can't stop!" Wang Yuezhai said solemnly, "Don't go up to the knife, Lao Ben can't eat it all at once!" Jiao Yuezhi immediately became anxious: "I beg you, I can't stop!" I can stand it! She pleaded with Wang Yuezhai with her eyes.
No way, I smoked a few tens of milliliters and lost to Sheng'er.
On the way back, Jiao Yuezhi felt the "situation" for the first time: the soles of his feet were fluttering, and the clouds in his head were swirling. Gritting his teeth and returning home, he poured a bowl of brown sugar water: the old people said that brown sugar is the best way to replenish blood. Sheng Er wrapped around her legs, which was not in the past, indicating that she had a lot of strength on her body, and Jiao Yuezhi was ecstatic: Nell, you have finally lived up to your mother's hard work! Tears swirled in her eyes.
The blood transfusion stopped, Jiao Yuezhi slowly recovered, she just had some strength in her body, but the anemia of the child recurred.
After that, it seems to have entered a circular circle: blood transfusions were given to the child, she was well, and Jiao Yuezhi was broken; JiaoYuezhi was raised, and the child was sick again, and the blood transfusion was given. Jiao Yuezhi was tortured to the point of being gaunt, dead and alive.
Slowly, the child was able to stand up, to call his mother, to call his father, to grunt to himself.
The swallows flew in, the geese flew away, and the devils were beaten away.
On this day, a female cadre of the People's Liberation Army named Fang Yuzhen walked into the village and asked a four- or five-year-old Xiao Yuanyuan whether this was the Jiaoyue Zhi family, Xiao Yuanyuan shook her head, the woman asked if you were called Sheng'er, she nodded, and the woman slammed her into her arms, whimpering and moaning...
Sheng Er followed her mother away, and for several years the Demon Dao was corrected.
In her later years, when Jiao Yuezhi saw the soldiers, she asked them if they knew a woman named Fang Yuzhen, and at this time, she realized an important question: Why didn't she directly inquire about the whereabouts of her children? Yes, yes, no, I don't know what the big name of the child is!
Where are you, son?
Precious photos of nursing mothers preserved in Jiaodong Nursery
fragrant
soul
East Phoenix Cliff Village, Rushan City, February 2012.
Xiao Guoying closed her eyes and lay on the kang, trembling and saying to herself, for many years, she always repeated the words that she had repeated thousands of times: "The bitter cauliflower has bloomed, and the moon record has not returned; the bitter cauliflower has failed, the moon record has not returned, I want to see him again!" ”
At this time, seventy years had passed since the afternoon when Jiao Fengzhen, director of the Village Women's Rescue Association, had called her and her husband Yang Jihui to her house. Jiao Fengzhen handed her a swaddled child, saying that it was sent by a higher-level party organization trustee, and that the child's parents were beating ghosts in Laiyang. Xiao Guoying looked at this child, who was not much older than a rabbit, and naturally unbuttoned his pants and fed the nipples into his mouth.
Her second child had just died a few days later, and milk was in full swing. She also has a baby girl named Xiang'er.
In Xiao Guoying's concept, there is no specific concept of time, and in her memorabilia, "the year of running away with the moon record" is an event of a chronological nature.
Xiao Guoying was talking about the "great sweep" of the Japanese Kou in November 1942.
On that day, the East Phoenix Cliff Village seemed to have fallen into the abyss of terror, and the Japanese planes rumbled over the sky, flying so low that the huge air current fanned the trees forward and backward. Yang Ji will say that I will cover the transfer of the villagers, and you will run towards the back mountain with your children. Xiao Guoying held Yuelu in one hand and Xiang'er in the other, and ran towards the mountain ridge north of the village, where there was a hidden hole that Yang Ji would secretly dig, just in case of this day.
Another wave of enemy aircraft swooped down. Xiao Guoying quickly pulled Xiang'er to hide behind a rock. The ghost soldiers on the plane fired a strafing at the fleeing people, and the bullets hit the rocks and made a sharp clanging sound, biting the ears and hurting. Xiao Guoying bent his body into a bow to protect Yuelu, and one arm was dead against Xiang'er.
As soon as the plane left, she stood up, hugged Yuelu, pulled Xiang'er, and ran desperately toward the mountain.
Xiang'er is a two-year-old child, how can she catch up with the feet of adults? At this time, a Japanese army found this stone path leading to the back mountain and was searching along it to this side. Xiao Guoying's heart was on fire, what to do? At a glance, there was a pile of villagers on the side of the road cutting down the pile of wood for firewood, she was fierce, pulled Xiang'er to the front, quickly pulled open a hole, involuntarily stuffed her into it, and then warned her not to cry, Xiang'er was scared like a chicken baby, full of flowers. She quickly covered herself with some firewood and ran wildly.
This time brisk, she held Yuelu and turned left and right, found the cave on the back of the mountain, and quickly burrowed into it.
It was getting dark, the sweat on her body was clean, and the clothes that were close to her were like ice on her body, and she shivered involuntarily. Moonlight scratched for milk, she handed her breast, looked down at the apple-like baby face in the afterglow of the dusk, so quiet and relaxed, she couldn't help but lean over and kiss his forehead. At this time, the barking of wolfhounds and the noise of people outside the cave sounded. She gently covered the ear hole of the moon with the hem of her coat, in case he was frightened and cried, then the blind man would not be able to do anything. The sound of the miscellaneous footsteps was mixed with the sound of shouting, estimating that the distance was only tens of meters, her heart was tugged, and her panting became difficult. At this moment, Yuelu twisted her body, which was a prelude to peeing, and she did not dare to let his mouth leave the nipple, allowing him to pee in her arms.
The hole was completely dark. The flickering lights outside the cave suddenly came in, adding to the ghostly atmosphere. Xiao Guoying silently prayed, begging Guanyin Bodhisattva to bless them with peace, and asking God to show god's might and cleave this group of jackals...
Snowflakes drifted down from the dark night sky, blown into the hole by the wind, and hit the face cool. She was worried about Xiang'er, poor child! How did she get through this cold and dangerous night? She was so anxious that tears fell, but what could she do?
The fire was gone.
The night was so long that time turned into a rat crawling into her heart and eating, biting her and moving forward a little... By dawn, she felt empty in her chest, the pain of tearing had been replaced by numbness. In one night, Yuelu said three dream words and laughed once, while she opened her eyes and stood up hard all night.
She pulled open the snow at the entrance of the cave, crawled out with her waist bowed, and ran wildly with Yuelu in her arms.
Run to the pile, the snow of the night has turned it into a fat little hill, oh my god poor xiang'er! She held the moon in one hand and the firewood in the other. Moonlight woke up, stared at the snowflakes fluttering, stretched out her small hand to catch it, and let out a giggle. Seeing, seeing Xiang'er's first glance, Xiao Guoying slapped herself hard, and tears flowed down: Xiang'er was full of panic, her eyes were full of fear, and there was a layer of indescribable resentment, she grabbed a handful of clear gray weeds in her hands, and the corners of her mouth flowed with dirty juice, that is, she couldn't help being hungry, and she casually shook the wild grass around her to fill her hunger. Xiao Guoying violently took Xiang'er into his arms, but he clearly felt her resistance, and her small emotional world had built a defense line for this cruel mother, and this defense line had been extended into the depths of the years.
When Tsukiji was three years old, his biological parents were going to pick him up. That morning, the sky was full of light, and a warrior riding a high-headed horse took the moon record from her hand, placed it on the horse's back, shook the reins, sprinkled a string of crisp bells, galloped away, and gradually blended into the incomparably brilliant light and shadow...
One day in the first month of 2012, Xiao Guoying's mind was extremely cool... A peach forest was in full bloom, and the bright and colorful morning sun surrounded her, and a tall war horse hissed from the clouds, and the young man wielding the whip on it was heroic, and he shouted: "Mother--I'm coming--I'm the moon--"
...... The horse and the two ladies ran on a road full of bitter cauliflower, the fragrance of flowers was raging, and the seamount was solemn.
In the era of peace, these ordinary mothers returned to a peaceful life, out of the secrecy requirements of that year, they rarely told people about these experiences, and some of them kept their mouths shut for life, until they brought these past events into the depths of time forever...
However, with their own actions, they have cast one monument after another on the earth, and they are still shining.
"Flaming Fangfei"
Tie Liu, Zhao Fangxin/Author
Beijing October Literature and Art Publishing House, Shandong Literature and Art Publishing House, January 2022 edition
Manuscript Editor: Zhang Yingying; New Media Editor: Zheng Zhouming
Picture: Photo network, historical data
Autumn Cultural Creation and 2022 subscription has been opened
Enter the micro-store to order cultural creation
The first batch of cultural and creative online in autumn is limited to 100 copies
Newspaper subscriptions to online channels
China Post Platform
→
This newspaper is a weekly newspaper, published on Thursdays, sent through the post office, postal code 3-22, the annual order price of 61.8 yuan
Tips to meet with us on time every day: