Broken Peace/Yu Shihong

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Broken peace

In 1983, I was just looking like a half-size. A few days before the Spring Festival, Qiqihar was unusually cold, and the weather was so cold that it seemed to freeze everything in ice and snow.

My family lives in the courtyard of the West City Government of the Cultural Palace, and the left and right houses are all one house next to the other, sharing a roof, and each family has a front and back yard, and in the middle is a residence due south and north.

The happiest thing for us children born in the seventies is the New Year, usually there is not so much such and such blessings to fill our appetite, only during the Spring Festival we can eat and drink, the two big pigs raised in the yard at home bark uneasily every day because the Spring Festival is approaching.

Because there were many children in the general family back then, although the wages of both parents were relatively high, in the era when everything was supplied by tickets, it was indeed a bit stretched to support a large family.

We looked at the steaming big white pig that had been put down on the big noodle case, a basin of fresh pig blood on the ground, and the unloaded meat was cooked in a large pot or frozen in a snowdrift, and I happily ran around the yard with my friends, eager to cut off a piece of meat on the spot and eat it raw!

My mother took my sister to boil lard in a large pot with fat, and from time to time she put the boiled grease grains into my mouth, and my sister and I and the neighbors watching the lively friends would chew the fragrant grease grains while bouncing around the pot counter.

The street lamps were dimly lit, and the night sky was shrouded in the heat and soot coming from our homes, and we ran back and forth in the courtyards, our cotton hats full of sweat, and the big snot that never flowed under our noses, which did not delay us from laughing and making fun of joy.

Lighting a small cannon battle with an incense head, ringing one is like releasing a happy mood, ringing one is like living a childhood dream.

The two kang tables at home have long been filled with hot swirling eating and drinking dishes, with more meat and less vegetables, and covered with oil flowers! Only when the father puts the chopsticks on the kang and the grandfather's small wine cup is brought up, can the child sit on the kang and prepare a big meal.

Dad was busy all day, so he excitedly took out a small cannon from my clothes pocket, lit a cigarette and threw it at my sister's feet with a "pop", thinking of teasing my sister, but I was so scared that my sister ran forward, just knocked me under the kang, and knocked the enamel basin of hot wine to the ground impartially when I fell on the edge of the kang!

A bottle of Gujing Gong liquor that was poured hot in a wine jug fell to the ground and shattered! The room was filled with the aroma of wine, and there was silence.

Dad picked up my big fart board, and my mother protected me because she didn't complain about me, and I had a quarrel with my father, and the lively atmosphere just now was completely chaotic.

I chewed pork belly with tears in my nose, listening to my father scolding me for not looking at the point while taking out a bottle of Gujing Gong wine, I patronized to eat meat, but I remember that my father sat on the kang and said the most: The big snot is eaten in the belly of the meat, hey, blind your father and me a bottle of good wine! Peace be with the pieces! Clip a big piece of meat to me! Just eat it!

The Spring Festival in '92 was the first time I Chinese New Year's Eve went home as a soldier visiting relatives, because of the demolition and relocation, the whole family temporarily moved to the family area to live, my sisters were already married and had children, and I watched my nephews running around and playing, like me when I was a child.

The courtyard of the house in the family area is very small, but the room is quite spacious, there are about 20 people in a large family, only I came back from the field as a soldier.

The family gathered around me to ask this and that, but I was uncomfortable, and the adults began to play mahjong, so I took the children to the alley outside the courtyard to set off cannon fights.

The house was filled with the smell of washing vegetables and boiling meat, steaming hot and steaming on the kang table, folding table, ready to be used for cooking, pork was sent by rural relatives, and the scene of pig killing was gone.

Since my grandfather passed away, my mother has placed the prepared dishes on two tables, one for adults and one for children, although they all persuaded me to sit at this table for adults, but I was still not used to drinking with my father, and naturally regarded myself as a child.

My nephew was so happy to see me sitting with them, I lifted him high above my head, one moment I lifted him to the ceiling, the next I lowered him to the ground, then I put my hand under his armpit, turned it back and forth, and then put him on the ground and laughed at how he turned dizzy.

I was playing happily, but I didn't notice that the trajectory of my little nephew had long been out of a safe distance, and I knocked the porcelain bottle of Xifeng wine that my father put on the wooden combination furniture to the ground!

I was very uneasy while sweeping the floor with my sister, while listening to my father complaining about me: I am a soldier, and I am so careless, I have a bottle of Xifeng wine, hey! Peace be with the pieces!

Chinese New Year's Eve the Spring Festival in 2012, my daughter-in-law and mother made a table full of dishes, my father was suffering from a gunshot wound in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea caused leukemia M6, he was lying weakly on the bed watching TV, I helped my father to sit on the dining chair, my father's pale face could not see a trace of blood, but his eyes were still full of strength.

Looking at a table full of happy and harmonious dishes, Dad held his grandson on his lap, each child gave a big red envelope, the children happily kissed Grandpa, Dad smiled and said: Dare to kiss me, I am a vampire!

Dad stood up weakly and took out Maotai from the wine cabinet, my daughter-in-law and I hurriedly persuaded him not to drink, but my mother stopped us, looked at us sadly, and handed us a tacit look!

I was about to help my father get a drink, but my heart suddenly felt uncomfortable, there was a feeling of wanting to cry, as soon as my hand slipped, the bottle slipped to the ground, the upper half was thin, but the bottom half of the bottle was left, I was about to take another bottle, but my father blocked me with his thin arm and said: Pour me the wine in the bottom of the bottle, I should have just made up two glasses!

Dad picked up the glass containing the residual wine and simply repeated the familiar saying: Broken peace!

On the first Spring Festival Chinese New Year's Eve after my father's death, I set out my father's usual bowls and wine glasses! The bottle never broke free from my hand again, and I filled it with wine! I want to say to my father: I wish my father knowledge underground, wine and meat, and peace in the years!

About author:Yu Shihong, member of China Electric Power Writers Association, member of Heilongjiang Electric Power Writers Association, member of Qiqihar Writers Association, 15th student of Xiao Hong College of Literature of Heilongjiang Province, works in the material department of State Grid Qiqihar Power Supply Company. He has won the first prize of the Heilongjiang Provincial Federation of Trade Unions and the State Grid Heilongjiang Electric Power Co., Ltd. for many times, and won the third prize of the essay collection activities sponsored by the Propaganda Department of the Heilongjiang Provincial Party Committee of the Communist Party of China, the Heilongjiang Writers Association, and the Heilongjiang Radio and Television Station, and undertaken by the editorial department of Heilongjiang Music Radio and Northern Literature for four consecutive times. In 2022, the essay "Snow White and Blood Red" won the third prize of the theme essay activity of "The Party Flag Flying in the Land of Longjiang".