The sea outside the wall
◎ Wang Lin
Needless to say, once I strayed from the sea, my words lost their blue soul.
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Yantaishan Hospital is located near the sea.
Standing in the ward building and looking deep into the sea to the north, there are two small islands about ten nautical miles away with waves looking at the sky, called "Bian Dan Island" in the west and "Kun Tong Island" in the east. Don't look at the small island, but it is the only gateway to Yantai from the sea. The middle of the flat island is tightly bound and slender, and there is a hill at each end, and there is no fresh water on the island, so it is uninhabited and is a desert island. Kuntong Island is much larger than that, with more than 200 households, and there are many people surnamed Lü on the island. Legend has it that during the Qing Dynasty, more than a dozen fishermen from the villages of Qianqi and Houqi in the eastern suburbs of Yantai crossed the sea and moved their families to the island with their families.
The east gate of the hospital is across a road from Yangzheng Elementary School, the north side of the school is the west street entrance of Guangren Road, and the current north of Guangren Road is directly facing the sea. In fact, in the past, there was an alley between Guangren Road and the sea called the Road of Loading, and the north side of the Road was the sea. Unfortunately, in 1998, due to the construction of the seaside square, the entire two-story complex of this hutong, named after the name of Li Zaizhi, a wealthy merchant from Guangdong, more than 100 years ago, was demolished. The brand-new seaside square is indeed spacious at first glance, but the old things of the old street with humanistic charm and rich sea smell disappear together with the rising and falling tides.
The road starts from the west behind the current Clock Culture Museum and east to the intersection of the Old City Repertory Theatre, with a total length of at least 200 meters. When I got married in 1983, I lived in an old-fashioned building on the east end of this street. From the south gate into the courtyard is not large, surrounded by a patio, the house is thick wooden floors, the windows are push-up and down, and there are two rain mats outside the window, but it still can't withstand the cold and hard sea breeze and torrential rain. The long courtyard that is less than two meters wide in the north of the building is not strictly speaking a courtyard, but a long sandwich road that can just pass people, and the two-meter-high wall is next to the coastal road. At that time, the coastal road was very narrow, at most more than ten meters wide, if the autumn and winter storms, the waves angry to beat the shore, in addition to the thrilling roar, and then the splashing waves by the nature of the joy, passion over the thick wall, hard knocking on the glass window. As a result, I fell behind the long-incurable root of insomnia.
At that time, when I was young, I couldn't sleep, so I simply got up in clothes and wrote novels or essays. Living in a house of less than fifteen square meters, he created more than a dozen articles in one go. As a result, I kept submitting articles and receiving rejection letters. Later, I was fortunate to meet Mr. Xie Jinhou, a senior editor of Jiaodong Literature, who was hospitalized in the internal medicine ward of Yantaishan Hospital and read most of the manuscripts I wrote with illness. Teacher Xie reclined on the hospital bed, with a dropper needle in his arm, and told me about the techniques and creative experience of writing novels. He had specifically exhorted that the sea was the soul of Yantai and deserved to be expressed profoundly. This sentence has influenced my life's work. Now think about it, this unusual one-on-one dial, leaving an unusual vivid memory. Over the years, he has been using the pen name of Canghai Fishing Song to commemorate this unforgettable friendship between teachers and students. The kung fu paid off, and it wasn't long before I wrote the novella "Hunting the Sea" and the series of essays on "Peninsula in the Wind", which were published in magazines such as "Youth Literature". At the same time, he had the opportunity to participate in the annual PEN conference held by literary journals many times. I have become familiar with several editing teachers, and in the exchange of letters to each other, they are all interested in the article with the taste of sea oysters on the Jiaodong Peninsula.
As everyone knows, after working in Yantaishan Hospital for seven years and living in Zailu for four years, those words that have been washed by the wind and tide, the pen and brush are dipped in the old blue sea water, writing the vast past of the hometown peninsula.
I remember that there were also teacher Dong Airong, a nurse in the hospital operating room, Lu Qixin, an orthopedic doctor, and Liu Shilu, a teacher in the General Affairs Department. There should be more than that, and who else lives on this street? I don't remember exactly.
Lü Qixin's hometown is the former Qikuang Village, and he often reveals that people from the island come and send what seafood. The island is a unique name for kuntong island in the area of qiyuan before and after. In one sentence, the island contains the root origin of the island across the sea and the continuous expression of family affection. Apparently, one of The Relatives of Lu Qixin's family was a fisherman on Kundong Island.
At that time, I was dry anesthesia in the operating room of the ward. The operating room works the night shift, with an anesthesiologist and a nurse on duty, responsible for nighttime emergency surgery. If you don't have surgery, you can sleep peacefully overnight. Once, the night shift had nothing to gossip about. Teacher Chi Xinhui, a nurse, told me some interesting stories about the old staff in the hospital.
One evening, Lu Qixin finished an operation, and when he got off the stage to change his clothes, he said: "Hurry up, people from this island will come and send the tooth flake fish that have just been hit." Chi Xinhui was envious, so he picked up the stubble and said, "You go back to the rice noodle slices, burn the fire and stew the tooth slices and fish in a pot, the most appetizing." "Turning the morning, before the shift, as usual, the nurses in the operating room used to communicate, what did you eat at last night, what did she eat at home? Dong Ai Rong said, "Last afternoon, the old man sent someone and hung two large toothed fish on the door lock. After work, I took advantage of the freshness to simmer and eat the rice. Most of the colleagues in the operating room know Dong Airong's husband, an officer of the Yantai Shanxia Military Port Navy, wearing a dark blue tweed military uniform, not tall but strong, with big eyes full of might, often with ships to go to sea to protect fish. Since he did not return home from active service, it was also common to send a soldier to send things back. Everyone was saying a word to you on Xing's head, Lu Qixin pushed the door and inserted a foot in, that day there was an orthopedic surgery. I saw him sitting on a chair with his mouth muttering, "It's really unreliable to talk!" I was supposed to send a tooth slice fish, but I didn't even see the scales of the fish? ”
After listening, everyone felt that the second monk was confused and did not know what he meant? Only Chi Xinhui understood. But she still remembered in her heart that she had said about the rice noodles yesterday. Quickly asked: "Didn't Wang Xueqian put the pieces on the fire?" Lu Qixin stood with both hands and laughed at himself: "My wife cooked a big pot full of pots, but she waited for a night in vain." Dong Airong came out of the women's locker room, and she had figured out what was wrong with her eighty percent. Tentatively asking, "Old Lu, the tooth slice fish that my family ate last night, shouldn't it be that your relatives sent the wrong door?" Lu Qixin was stunned for a moment, and after pondering this matter, he was inseparable from ten. Because, the two of them only have a street door, and they both live on the second floor. A hundred years ago, the road built by the rich businessman Li Zaizhi with huge investment, from the west to the east, pulled out a small Western-style building with a full field, and the face of the door was built like brothers and sisters, and the appearance was similar. This time Dong Airong was embarrassed, his heart was up and down, I don't know what to do? Explain straight: "Look what this did! If you don't give you money, old Lu. ”
Although Lu Qixin was made to cry and laugh by the sudden change, he saw Dong Airong's expression of not going away, and hurriedly and openly comforted: "Fish is originally eaten, and whoever eats it is a matter of course." "Lü Qixin usually speaks in crepe and crepe, and likes to quote scriptures. On that day, he said on the spot that he would give Dong Airong a pot of slices from last night' fire, so that she could enjoy the delicious taste of the sea's gifts. Judging from the demeanor and expression, people mistakenly think that Lu Qixin ate the wrong piece of brown rice noodles pasted by other people's homes.
Afterwards, it was learned that the relatives on the island did not come because of other things, and temporarily entrusted the friends who left the island to press Tu Suoji, and the result was that a humorous legend of Zhang Guan Li Dai was left behind.
Forty years later, the five brothers in the operating room reunited, and when I mentioned the past of zai Lu, the brothers and sisters said, why haven't you heard about it? The fourth brother is serious about everything and traces the root cause of things. It also happened that the eighty-year-old teacher Lu Qixin often went to the clinic where the fourth brother practiced after retirement to see a doctor and get medicine, and whether there was such a thing in person? The response was that there was such a thing.
At one party, we would like to invite Dr. Lu Qixin to sit down together. Unexpectedly, when he was old, he insisted on adhering to the ancient precepts, not staying overnight at seventy and not staying at eighty. The implication is that I am afraid that I am old and my legs and feet are inconvenient to move and bring trouble to others. Although the people did not arrive, they asked the fourth brother to bring two bottles of precious wine and a written message of nearly a thousand words. During the banquet, the fourth brother Qin Jiping, who has always paid attention to the sense of ceremony, solemnly took out his reading glasses and put them on, drank tea to moisten his throat, and then read aloud without hurrying or slowing, the words were affectionate, and I thought of every word, I sat and listened quietly... I don't know, it was the wine that drunk me that day? Or did Lu Qixin write those words that were so emotional that they drunk me? Anyway drunk I didn't know I was in forty years ago? Or is it forty years later? On the way back, sitting in the taxi, I felt like sitting on a small sampan, drifting in the direction of Kundong Island with the tide of the sea. The wind lifted up, crossed the load path, and continued to blow north.
The news of Lü Qixin was heard again, but it was the obituary of the death of this predecessor of Daguan.
Afterword
If you turn an experience into words, it's a story. If you turn the story into a story, it is the years. The road has been deleted from the territory of Yantai Street Name, but what cannot be deleted is the sea north of Yantaishan Hospital, and those past events born by the sea are still sinking and floating...
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About the Author
Wang Lin, a native of Yantai, graduated from the Department of Chinese of Ludong University. He is a member of Yantai Prose Literature Society. He once served as the president of Yantai Municipal Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the director of the central blood station, and the deputy secretary of the party committee of the Municipal Center for Disease Control and Prevention. Passionate about literature and art, immersed in the study of Chinese ink figure painting creation, over the years the pen has not been embellished, adhere to the integration of literature and art creation, eclectic, a number of essays and novels at the national, provincial, municipal levels of literary competitions won awards, and published works in many domestic magazines. Many portraits of people have been collected by relevant units and individuals. He has held two personal ink figure painting exhibitions.
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