Text/Nanzhuang Hermit
Synopsis:
Zhai Wei, a young editor of a magazine, whose ancestral home is in a small mountain village in Shandong, is the grandfather of his grandfather, who fled to the Great Northern Wilderness and became a member of the Guandong clan. My girlfriend Jia Qiao's hometown has always been in the Northeast, growing up on the border between the two countries, drinking water from Xinghai Lake and eating corn and sorghum, both of whom are college students. He studied literature, she studied science, began to work as an accountant in a private company, and later left to become an online anchor, although he is not an Internet celebrity, but he also has a lot of fans, and his monthly income is more than that of his boyfriend. Both of them are in their thirties, long past the legal age of marriage, but the hateful house has caused trouble......
(This work is fictional, and any similarities are purely coincidental.) ）
The next day, the market was much quieter under the cover of night.
The night is still the night, and this normal natural phenomenon cannot be changed by any force. However, society has changed dramatically. Qiwen was lying in the wedding room in the past, but now it belongs to the house under Wang Bao's name, that worrying. In an instant, the world becomes at a loss, and there is no recognition. A few years ago, when she was a student at a women's college, she expressed her admiration for the heroic courage of the Communist Party and the Eighth Route Army in resisting the Japanese invaders. During the three-year civil war, the People's Liberation Army (PLA) used millet and rifles to force the Kuomintang troops armed to the teeth to a small island, and she understood the fact. This is because the Kuomintang has made the lives of the people in China miserable, and sooner or later it will be overthrown by the broad masses of the people. But why did she want to confiscate the private property that originally belonged to her family? Does communism really want a communist wife? It really makes her wonder? The mess in her heart is getting tighter and tighter, and the body in the bed is getting colder and colder.
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One night two years ago, Qiwen took a train back to Fodao City from Nanjing after summer vacation, and because of the war, the train was delayed for ten hours, and the train arrived at Fodao Station at more than two o'clock in the evening. Qiwen got off the train, walked out of the station, and walked alone on the way back to school, when she entered a narrow alley, the eerie and terrible feeling made her creepy. She wanted to go back, but there was school ahead, and she walked cautiously forward with her hairy scalp.
"Stop, leave the money!" a terrifying voice of intimidation came into her ears. The Black Shadow was holding a wobble knife. Needless to say, I also know that I ran into a robbery.
He looked at Qiwen and smiled fiercely, with a fierce look in his eyes. And said: "Little woman, hehe, this road is my ......"
Qiwen was very scared in her heart. Hey, how do you feel that your pants are wet? Could it be that you are wetting your pants? No? I touched it with my hand, and oh, it turned out that water had fallen on my pants.
The black shadow seemed to be unable to wait, and urged fiercely: "Hey, do you want to take the money?"
Qiwen was even more scared, nervous and speechless, shivered, and asked in a panic: "You ...... You...... What do you want to do?"
The shadow in the darkness roared rudely: "What are you doing, I didn't hear clearly, Lao Tzu said again, and obediently took out all the money, so as not to suffer from the flesh and skin." ”
"I'm a poor student, so what's the money. Qiwen calmed down, adjusted her nervousness, and spoke hard.
"If you don't have any money, then don't blame me for being ruthless, I want someone. The man on the other side made a lewd sound in a daze, and after speaking, he grabbed Qiwen's collar with his hand, and Qiwen protected the collar with both hands: "You dare, you dare to rape a woman in broad daylight, it's really lawless, if you don't let go, I'll call someone." During the pulling, she saw the other party's face clearly, he was very strong, dressed in black, his hair was black and white, and there were a few deep wrinkles on his face.
"Little bitch, if you shout, even if you shout to break the sky, no one will come to save you! Haha! Today, I am very blessed, I have to trample on you, a yellow flower girl, and also open the tender meat, don't struggle, comfort Lao Tzu!" Qiwen was hugged tightly by him, pressed to the ground, and a large piece of cloth on his chest was torn.
Qiwen screamed desperately, trying to protect his body from being insulted: "Help! Help......"
It's too late, it's too soon. A burly soldier rushed forward with an arrow step, firmly clamped the gangster's neck with the crook of his arm, making him unable to move, and subdued the man in black with three strikes and five divisions.
The man in black took advantage of the soldier's letting go, picked up the sharp knife on the ground, and wanted to fight back. But after seeing the soldier holding a gun at his head, he immediately knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: "Master Jun, open mercy, spare me, there is still an old mother at home, and I need to take care of it." "My head hit the stone with a tom sound.
"Girl, is it okay? He didn't do anything to you, did he?"
Qiwen calmed down: "No!"
After the soldier put away his pistol, he shouted to the man in black: "Beast, listen to me, if I am allowed to run into you bullying a woman of a good family again, be careful that your head can still grow on your neck? Get out! Get out of the way, lest I see you." ”
The soldier's words fell, and the man ran away. The soldier lifted her on the ground, put his military uniform on her, and said with concern: "You live there, I will send you back." ”
Qiwen walked out of the fright and replied in a soft voice: "It's not far from here, it's the school in front." ”
The soldier was like a messenger to protect flowers, reminding as he walked: "Oh! Don't leave the school gate so late in the future, nowadays, the world is not peaceful, and there are many bad people." ”
Qiwen hurriedly explained: "I just came back from my hometown in Nanjing by train. ”
"Yes, you're a girl's family, don't walk at night in the future, you can rest at the station first, and then leave at dawn. ”
After a while, the two came to the school gate, Qiwen barely saw the appearance of the soldier in front of him by the faint street lamp, tall, thin, graceful, talented, and said with affection: "Thank you! You saved me today, my name is Qiwen, and I am a student of the women's college." ”
"My name is Schott! It is inconvenient for my work unit to tell me, this is a military secret. ”
"Yes, you soldiers have iron discipline and strictly guard secrets, which is the duty of soldiers. Am I right? It's getting lighter, so go back and sleep for a while. Qiwen smiled shyly at him. This smile turned out to be a red thread that tied the hearts of the two together, and Qiwen's delicate and clear face and gentle and pure heart were deeply imprinted in his heart for love.
"There will definitely be a chance to meet, take care!" the soldier gave a standard military salute and disappeared into the night......
After graduating, Qiwen did not return to his hometown in Nanjing, so he married Schott, and fell sweetly into Schott's arms, quietly enjoying the comfort from the man, listening carefully to Bai Juyi's loyal and honest love poem recited by Schott--- "Gift Poem": "Born as a backroom relative, died as the same cave dust." "The relationship between the two is like a starry night sky, even if there is a distance, they can illuminate each other and rely on each other.
The hazy dream made her smile, laugh so happily, so cheerfully, and longed for Short to come back immediately to pick her up and go to Taiwan to relive the good past.
Dreams are dreams after all. It's more painful when you wake up. What Qiwen didn't expect was that not long after the wedding, the domestic war underwent a qualitative change, and the Kuomintang's 8 million army collapsed in three years. As a result, Schott followed the commissioner to Nanjing twice in three days to receive new combat orders, but he did not save the Kuomintang from defeat. She hated war, and if it weren't for war, she and Shorten would love each other and raise children. Enjoy a happy life on earth. She began to complain about God, oh my God, you are so bad, you have caused me and Short to live on one side, across the sea, and one day, you will also be gracious, and let us meet on the Magpie Bridge....
Qiwen knew that what was waiting for her was powerless watch, waiting for the desolation all over the ground, heartache, and abandonment.
In the dead of night, spitting lonely cigarettes, the ethereal smoke dispersed with the wind. At this time every day, Qiwen was stunned, and then watched coldly, only the inexplicable sadness accompanied him. A person who has always been shivering with cold in her heart, who will give her the long-lost warmth? Is it Schott?
Jingle ...... Zhai Weiding's alarm clock rang, he rubbed his excessively red eyelids, twisted his sore waist, stretched out his arms, sleepless all night, so tired!
(To be continued)
A recent photograph of a hermit in Nanzhuang
Personal profile: Liu Base (net name: Nanzhuang Hermit), male, from Sanhe, Hebei, now lives in Jinan, Shandong, graduated from the Chinese Department of Qufu Normal University. He went to the countryside, served as a soldier, went to a military school, went through business, and worked in politics, and is now retired. Since childhood, I have liked literature, and have written blackboard newspapers, edited serial newspapers, and submitted manuscripts. He has been a citizen journalist in Jinan, a writer-in-residence, a member of the Shandong Prose Literature Association, and a member of the Jinan Writers Association in Shandong. In the past 30 years, thousands of manuscripts have been adopted by national, provincial and municipal newspapers and magazines and various literary networks, and dozens of articles have won different awards.