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You said that when the mountain flowers bloom all over the mountains and wilderness, you can drive the little devils out of China. You promise that then, you will marry me. - Inscription
My hometown is on the Songhua River in the northeast. In the spring of the northeast, the mountains are beautiful, the pear blossoms are in full bloom, and the holiness is like snow dotting the misty valleys, and strange rocks are scattered everywhere. In the summer of the northeast, the spring water is tinkling, the trees are verdant, and at noon, the sun shines in the sky, and the blue sky shows a faint golden yellow. In autumn in the northeast, the mountains are full of red leaves like frost, and the air can smell the fruity aroma, golden corn, golden wheat, golden soybeans... It gives autumn in Tohoku some warm golden liveliness. In the winter of the northeast, the mountains are full of snow, ice carved jade, willow trees with fallen leaves, hung with fluffy, shiny silver stripes, the vigorous brownish-purple branches of the plum trees that are proud of the snow and frost, piled with fluffy and heavy snow pompoms, a few red plums bloom cold, fragrant and refreshing.
Da Liang's original surname is Liang, born in 1925, I am one year younger than Da Liang. Before 1931, Da Liang and I lived in such a fairyland of the northeast as a child. Me and Da Liang, childhood sweetheart, two little guesses.
In 1931, the Japanese Kwantung Army deliberately created the 918 Incident and launched a war of aggression against China. On July 7, 1937, the Lugou Bridge Incident opened the prelude to the all-out War of Resistance of the Chinese nation.
In the winter of 1944, the War of Resistance was fierce, and the little devils burned, killed, and raped everywhere as usual, and the two devils commanded and the people were miserable. I was 18 years old and Da Liang was 19 years old.
I am from the northeast, the black earth is the root, the Changbai Mountain is the soul, the ice and snow forge the wind bone, and the river is integrated into the spirit of I am not willing to be a slave of the country.
I stood under a plum tree in the courtyard, surrounded by the palatial Yang family mansion. That's right, I am the eldest daughter of Yang Sanye, the richest man in Jilin City, Yangmei. The sweet and sweet plum blossoms mixed with the smell of human blood in the air, I was a little dizzy, turned around and was about to go back to the house, when outside the vermilion-painted courtyard gate came the familiar and disgusted sound of Japanese troops marching in formation. A yellow-skinned Japanese officer strode into the courtyard. Catching a glimpse of his face, my stomach turned over. He is the supreme commander of the Jilin City garrison and a foreign relative of the Japanese imperial family, Matsumoto Yasuno. It is this sanctimonious and personable Ruyi Langjun who makes countless Japanese women love; It was he who opened the belly of a Chinese pregnant woman and played with a formed fetus on a bayonet; It was also he who captured countless civilians in Jilin City for the 731st Anti-epidemic Replenishment Unit of the Japanese Kwantung Army stationed in Manchuria to do bacteriological experiments, and the wailing sound from the experimental base resounded throughout the northeast land!
"Miss Yang, long time no see." He said respectfully.
Without wanting to say anything more to the beast, I turned around and went back to my room.
He didn't care, smiled and muttered a bunch of Japanese before entering the hall to meet his father.
Yes, my father, Third Master Yang, is not only the biggest merchant in Jilin City, but also a big traitor that everyone spurns. For a long time, he had made certain transactions with Matsumoto Yasunao, harming his own countrymen. For this reason, I quarreled with my father many times, and the return ended with him slapping me: "Without me, a traitorous father, just based on your unclear relationship with that kid from the Anti-Alliance, can you still be your eldest miss so safely!?" "I ate pain, covered my slightly swollen cheeks, I don't know how long, tears, blindfolded eyes...
Dad means Da Liang, as early as when Da Liang was 17 years old, he couldn't bear to see the suffering of the people, so he put aside my reluctance and resolutely joined the army. Soon, with his refined marksmanship and unique tactics, he became the most trusted political commissar of the higher party organization. He also became the anti-Japanese element among the Japanese population who "obstructed the construction of the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere" and Matsumoto Yasunao's number one enemy. The portrait of Da Liang was pasted all over the streets of Jilin City, and the little devils were on guard, but sentries were still killed by secret guns every day.
Three months ago, I saw Da Liang, the cold water and nest head of the Anti-Federation made him lose a lot of weight, but the "spirit" from the party organization made his eyebrows more heroic. In order to prevent the enemy from finding out, he disguised himself as a fur merchant and then sneaked into my backyard.
He said, "Mei'er, I'm sorry to keep you waiting for me." ”
"I said, you don't marry in this life. Don't be distracted, fight the devils well, and when you beat the little devils away, you will carry the palanquin and beat the gong and drum to marry me into the house. At the end of the sentence, I was choked and could no longer speak.
He immediately embraced me into his arms, and I crouched on his firm chest, and his heartbeat, all at once, through the coarse cloth uniform of the Northeast Anti-Japanese Coalition Army, jumped firmly and vigorously, making people feel at ease.
Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, took my hand, looked directly at me, his eyes were deep, his eyes were bright, and said: "Mei'er, has Matsumoto Anzhi often entrusted your father with errands recently?" ”
"My dad?" I was ashamed.
"That's right, according to the superior cipher telegram, the devil wants to secretly build a research base, purify graphite, and develop a super bomb, it seems to be called a uranium bomb!"
I woke up like a dream, no wonder my father has been going back and forth to Harbin recently, and the last time I overheard the housekeeper say that he leaked his mouth, my father went to the Matsumoto Anzhi to search for laborers. At that time, I wondered what the little devils would want so many laborers to do if they didn't build factories or dams. So it is, these beasts of them want to build a research base!
"Once this research base is completed, the successful purification of graphite will be a disaster for the entire world, and it will completely reverse the unfavorable situation of the Japanese Kwantung Army in the Pacific theater." At that time, not only China will die, but the whole world will be the world of fascism! Da Liang hated it.
Waking up from the memories, I tiptoed to the door of the hall, which was concealed, and my cat looked down and listened.
"Yo Xi, with the strong support of Third Master Yang, graphite samples have been successfully developed, which is really a great credit to Third Master."
I was shocked.
"Daisaku Matsumoto, it's time for the prize." Daddy's overjoyed face, I can't bear to look directly.
"On the other hand, in order to celebrate the merits of this empire, I have decided to ask you Third Master Yang to marry your beloved daughter, Miss Yangmei. I have loved the bayberry girl for a long time, and I will cherish it doubly, please agree! Randomly, Matsumoto gave a ninety degree bow:
"Please!" Superficial devotion is mixed with intimate coercion and possessiveness. "This... No—Mr. Matsumoto, I'm afraid of the little girl..." "Please!" Matsumoto Yasunao bowed ninety degrees again. "I... Well, another day I'll ask the butler to choose an auspicious day. ”
Hmph, daddy finally gave up his own daughter. I couldn't help but sneer. Maybe daddy also has his own helplessness, after all, who dares to refute the face of the Japanese?
It's just, Da Liang, I'm going to lose you after all. Born in troubled times, everyone can't help themselves, Da Liang, can you be considerate of me?
One night before the fifteenth day of the lunar month, when the flowers were dying, several plum trees outside my boudoir bent and hovered the horizontal iron trunks, and the plums bloomed proudly, dotted with branches, let the cold wind whistle, let the snow fill the sky, let the sky freeze. The moon is like water, and the fragrance with unique charm and elegance swims from the gap between the jade jade bead curtains hanging from the top of the rosewood window frame into my charcoal brazier, burning warm as the boudoir of the sun and spring in March, and the sweet fragrance evaporates and leaps in the house.
Just under the service of the maids, cleaning and bathing and changing clothes with bath beans, I looked at the beautiful face in front of the copper mirror, the neck was long, the quality was exposed, the fragrance was not added, and the lead was huafuyu.
First soften the skin with facial fat, then powder the face, and apply rouge to both cheeks. The skin is like coagulation, white and red, gentle as jade, crystal clear. It is even more pure and flawless than the whitest mutton fat jade; Softer and sparkle than the mildest nephrite; Delicate and vivid than the most delicate rose petals; More beautiful than the clearest crystal. I picked up a box full of red gold wire wrapped brocade with a screw dai, which originated in Persia and was expensive and worth thousands of dollars. In the past, whenever I painted distant mountains and eyebrows, pink and white and black, Da Liang was always Yaxing Dafa: "My fair lady, a gentleman is good." ”
Sharp chin, but graceful curve. The thin lips, after pursing lip paper, seem to be born with a vermilion color.
Finally, light appliqués. "When the window is clear, the mirror appliqué is yellow." Mulan returned triumphantly from the army, fulfilled her wish to serve the country, was in a good mood, and resumed her shy female makeup. I don't have the courage of Mulan women pretending to be men and serving in the army for my father, but I have the feeling of "who has not died since ancient times, leaving Dan to take care of the sweat" to die and die in the country.
After tossing all night, when the east first showed the whiteness of the fish belly, the slender and white fingers touched my bridal makeup in the copper mirror, and said to himself: "Yangmei, in the next life, I hope that the mountains and rivers in my hometown will be unharmed, and the great beams..."
Yesterday afternoon, I met with Yasunao Matsumoto. I smiled and groaned, "Lang Jun—the slave family wants the palanquin to pass in front of the research base. After all, the happy event of you and me is also because the base was built. ”
Matsumoto Yasunoto rarely saw me so gentle and considerate, first stunned, then laughed, "Yo Sai" repeatedly, and immediately nodded in agreement.
No one noticed that there was a vicious sneer at the corner of my mouth.
It's just that my beam, perhaps, we will never see each other again in this life.
On the day of my marriage, the wind was fine, and a second before my father put a red hood on me at the door of the boudoir, I looked up for the last time at the northeast winter sun in the sky, such a good sun, I am afraid that I will never see it again.
With the help of Xi Niang, I stepped into the exquisite palanquin, and the drapery covering the palanquin was made of fine red color silk, and asked the embroiderer of the first class embroidery in Jilin City to embroider auspicious patterns such as rich flowers, Danyang Chaofeng and Baizitu on it, embellished with gold and silver thread.
The red hood blocked my view in front of me, and I stared down at the tip of my shoe. The shoes were originally embroidered by Shu Jin, very precious, and they were embellished with pearls and agate, which was even more luxurious. A pair of jade feet lightly stepped on the car, and the second sound of "knock knock" made people suddenly feel that there was a hidden compartment under this car. I sneered contentedly.
The noise of the gong and drums disturbed my headache, and when I got to the base, I lifted one side of my jade foot, and there was a core of ignition wire between the seams of the plate under my feet. I smiled slightly, and the last moment that flashed through my mind was Da Liang's eyebrows with a warm smile, and I resolutely pulled out the ignition wire. Just listening to the "boom", my body was hit by a powerful heat wave from under the car, and then the sky was full of fire, and before I could taste the burning pain, I didn't know what happened next.
The night before I became a couple, I asked my fellow iron pillar to get a few pounds of explosives from outside, and then opened a dark compartment at the bottom of the palanquin and put the explosives in...
My father is a great traitor who has brought disaster to the country and the people, and he is a heinous bastard. But after all, he is my own father, as a daughter, can he sacrifice his life to atone for his own sins?
It's just a big beam, I finally lost you. I didn't fulfill my promise and waited for you.
I still remember that it was a plum-scented snowy day, I was lying on your lap, my beautiful face was not greased, you stroked my silky hair, and said: "When the mountain flowers bloom next year, I can drive the little devil out of China, and then, Mei'er, I will marry you..."
It's just that I can't wait for that time anymore.
End:
In the summer of 1945, when mountain flowers were blooming all over the mountains of his hometown, the devils signed an unconditional surrender, and the whole country rejoiced.
Da Liang was in front of my grave, took off his hat to salute, and said softly: "Mei'er, you blew up the graphite sample of the devil, and made great contributions to the country." Mei'er, you let Li Min out of the sea of suffering, but you... Mei'er, now the mountains are blooming all over the mountains and wilderness of my hometown, all over the banks of the rivers in my hometown, I have also driven away the little devils, according to my promise, I should carry the palanquin eight times and marry you into the door, but you ... Mei'er, your favorite in life is plum blossoms, in winter, plum blossoms will no longer be mixed with bloody gas, only the sweet taste you love... Mei'er, I..." finally choked.
In the summer of 2014, at the age of 90, Da Liang was already a veteran of the Anti-Japanese War who had been awarded multiple medals. On crutches, he faltered and trembled and walked aimlessly alone for a long, long, long time.
He first came to an elementary school, looking at the teaching building with clear windows, and the sound of reading flew out from all classrooms, like a beautiful chorus of children's voices, and the notes filled the sky. The elderly girder smiled slightly, and the smile was like a brick falling into a pond, rippling and wrinkling his face.
Then, the girder came to a crossroads, full of traffic and endless flow. The occasional honking of cars seems to remind people of the country's rapidly developing economy and this rich and prosperous country.
Finally, Da Liang came to the outskirts of the city. The hazy distant mountains, shrouded in a layer of light gauze, shadows and shadows, flickering far and near in the ethereal clouds and smoke, like a few brushes of light ink, smeared on the blue sky. "This mountain—it's so beautiful—" Da Liang muttered slowly, "but—what is the mountain called?" Alas, I'm old, my head is not good... Forget it, don't think about it, it's a brain ache. ”
The girder follows the secluded path, the shadows of trees on both sides of the path, the mountains are verdant, and the clear stream reflects the reflection of the mountain flowers with different styles. The mountain flowers on both sides of the bank, flashing red, yellow, blue, white and purple in the emerald green leaves, are colorful, stretching like endless tapestry, dazzling like the colorful glow in the sky, as brilliant as the long rainbow in the sky, and exuding a rich fragrance.
"This mountain flower, blooming all over the mountain, is so beautiful..." Da Liang's rough right hand, like the bark of an old pine tree, held the edge of a mountain rock next to him, like a movie slow-motion shot, slowly, slowly sitting in the middle of the mountain rock. This huge rock is surrounded by mountain flowers. Da Liang folded his hands on crutches, because of the injuries he had suffered on the battlefield, each of his fingers could not be straightened, and there were cocoons inside and out, and the whole thing looked like a small rake made of branches. Da Liang tried to straighten his back, which had been squatting for many years, his weather-beaten face, two deep-set eyes, cloudy but deep, dark cheeks sunk deeply, deep wrinkles on his face and folds of clothes, it was an old washed white blouse, and none of the buttons were the same.
"Mei'er, how nice it would be if you were still alive... If you were alive, you would see that today, children are reading and reading in bright classrooms... You can see this prosperous age... There is no war... There is only peace and development ..."
"Mei'er, in winter, the plum garden in our hometown is full of red plums, and the red and bright colors make people's hearts warm."
"Mei'er, it's the height of summer in the northeast, and mountain flowers are blooming all over the mountains and rivers..."
"Mei'er, I once said that when the mountain flowers bloom in the mountains of my hometown, I will marry you. Year after year, the mountain flowers have also bloomed one stubble after another..."
"Mei'er... Mei'er..."
Soon, a group of climbing teams found the girder sitting on the stone seat with a cold and breathless body, his hands folded on crutches, and his back straight...
Da Liang, who has never been married for life, should have seen in the sky at this moment the woman who made him think about it all his life and read it all his life, like a plum blossom.
About the author:
Fu Tianwei, born in December 2000, a member of the Shandong Provincial Writing Society, a medical student at school, his original works have been published in "Qilu Evening News", "Jiaodong Prose Yearbook" and other public well-known platforms, is a writer obsessed with Chinese classical literature and modern novel prose. Use the most sincere brushstrokes to express the most beautiful feelings in the world. I want every word I say to be a messenger of love.
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