Chapter 3: Letters

When he returned home, he didn't care whether there were any valuable items in the things in that place, and he swept them all into a pile in the living room with a broom, and when he swept the floor, he was careful not to scratch himself with a broken broom rod. (.Yes.)? (.meaning.)? (.think.)? (.book.)? (.Hospital.)

After throwing everything that could be thrown on the first floor into the living room, looking at the house that could be described as "four walls", the young man gritted his teeth and began to think about the possibility of asking the SS to compensate for his losses, and then went up to the second floor to continue cleaning up while gritting his teeth.

"Sue! Are you at home? ”

Hearing someone shouting to him, the young man who was cleaning the second floor poked his head out of the stairs on the second floor, and his face was half covered with a scarf to keep out the dust, looking slightly funny.

"Uncle Abric, I'm on the second floor!"

Aberric, who looked to be in his fifties, heard the voice and moved his gaze to the staircase on the second floor of the staircase, and showed a helpless smile to the young man: "It's troublesome for you to clean up alone, do you need help?" ”

The young man was just about to respond with a smile when he remembered that he still had something covering his face, so he shook his head: "No, I'm almost done cleaning up, but I don't know what to do with these things that have been cleaned up, Uncle Aberrick can help me think of a way." ”

"You clean them all up and pile them all up in the doorway, and in the afternoon I'll pull them out of the open space in the back with a few old guys." As he spoke, Aberric glanced at the pile of miscellaneous objects again, especially the oil painting that was cut into several pieces in front of him, and when he spoke again, his tone was full of regret, "There are many things in this that Mr. Arendt used to like, especially this painting, I remember that in order to buy it, Monsieur Arendt offended a viscount, and now it has become like this, if he is still in Berlin, he will definitely be very angry." ”

As Aberric spoke, the young man had already walked up to him from the upper floor, took off the scarf from his face, and looked at the painting as well, but there was no expression on his face and he did not speak.

The two were silent for a while, and Aberic suddenly reached out and patted the young man's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Now you are the only one in this family, if you need help, you must not hold back, we uncles can still play some role." In addition, there may be no way to repair the broken glass for a while, and I will send you some wooden planks to block it at night, which is better than now. ”

The young man nodded, a smile on his face: "Then thank you, Uncle Aberyke." ”

"Haven't had lunch yet? Come and eat together at our house, that little guy from Sartre has been clamoring to play with Brother Juan Su since yesterday, he just wants to hear your story. ”

"Hehe, then I'll bother." As he spoke, a sudden expression flashed across the young man's face.

Sartre is the youngest grandson of Uncle Aberic, he is ten years old this year, and unlike ordinary boys of the same age, Sartre does not like outdoor sports such as playing football, but especially likes to read, give him a study and he can sit quietly all day without moving his buttocks, Mr. Arendt especially likes to buy him books when he is still there, or invite him to his study to read, and also promised Aberrick that as long as Satta can study hard and be admitted to a good school in the future, he is willing to fully fund Sartre like a young man.

The young man has always liked this little brother very much, and often explains to him some things he can't understand in books, and in his free time, he will tell Sartre some Chinese stories told to him by his father and mother when he was a child, so Sartre also likes this brother very much, and every once in a while he will let him tell him those magical stories that are not in any books.

China's Story......

The young man closed his eyes to stabilize his emotions and avoid being seen by the uncle with his reddish eyes.

I was born and raised in Europe, and to be honest, I don't have much sense of belonging to the country that I only heard from my parents, but I always have different expectations.

Thinking of the box upstairs that he had placed at the head of the bed, the young man finally made a decision in his heart.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Abric, but it occurred to me that there are still things to be done at school, so I won't eat with you at noon."

"Huh? School business, okay, you go and deal with it, I'll ask Aunt Sophia to cook you more delicious food in the evening! Probably influenced by Mr. Arendt, Aberrick took the matter of learning very seriously, and in his opinion, as a student of a high-level institution such as the Medical School of the University of Berlin, the affairs of the school were naturally a big matter, and meals should be at the back of the line.

"Thank you, Uncle Aberyke!" The young man was smiling.

However, after sending the uncle out of the door, he did not go to the school to deal with things as he had just said, but turned and went up to the second floor, went straight to the innermost room of his own, pushed open the door and walked in, sat on the edge of the bed, put the box at the head of the bed on his lap, and opened it.

The box was not small, but it contained very few things, except for the thick envelope at the top, which contained only a few thin sheets of paper, two black-and-white photographs, and a few thumb-sized odds and ends.

When he saw the two photos, the young man's hand holding the lid of the box paused.

The two photos are one large and one small, the smaller one is an Asian couple about 30 years old leaning together a little shyly, and the woman is holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand; The big one is still the couple, but the age is much older than the previous one, and there is a little boy of four or five years old standing in the middle, and the family of three looks very harmonious.

Staring at the photo of a family of three for a long time, the young man raised his hand and wiped away the tears that had just flowed out of his eyes with the back of his hand, and reached out to take out the thick letter.

The envelope is a kraft envelope completely different from the one used in Europe for sending letters, the address is this house, and the recipient has "HuansuLu" written in beautiful floral characters, the difference is that the sender and the sending address below are not in German but in Chinese characters, the sender is a Chinese named "Sun Zhiqi", and the sending address is far away in Nanjing, China, a city that young people have never visited and never heard of.

Open the envelope, inside is a neatly folded pile of stationery, spread out the first sheet at the top of the line of Chinese characters "Hongzhi foot", in addition to this line of Chinese characters, the whole letter is only at the end of the letter with Chinese characters written "Sun Zhiqi Dun Shou", the rest of the content is all German.

Although he had read the letter several times, but when he took it out again, the young man still read it from the beginning, and while reading, he recalled the days when he didn't get along much with this senior Sun.

Sun Zhiqi, who sent the letter, was once an architecture student at the University of Berlin, and when he was admitted to the University of Berlin, the senior had already completed enough credits to graduate, but he had to stay for a few more months because he had to help his tutor do a study.

Being in a foreign country, Sun Zhiqi has always paid attention to the Asian faces in the school, and when he found that there were new Asian faces in the school, he naturally came forward to talk to him, and then the two gradually became familiar with each other, but it was no more.

At the end of the third month of the young man's official study at the University of Berlin, Sun Zhiqi left Germany, had a brief meal with him before leaving, and then boarded a train to France to take a ship back to China from the Mediterranean coast.

After more than a year, the young man never received any news about this senior Sun, but at the end of July this year, he suddenly received a letter from Sun Zhiqi from China, the content of the letter was very long, but in general only three things.

First of all, he said in the letter that his current situation is very good, and after returning to China, he joined the Chinese Kuomintang, and then transferred to the Whampoa Military Academy at the recommendation of an elder he knew, and graduated with very good grades, and was personally commended by the principal, awarded the Zhongzheng Sword, and entered the army as soon as he graduated, and obtained the rank of second lieutenant.

Second, Sun Zhiqi focused on describing the situation in China today, and wrote seven pages in a row. That is a situation that cannot be summed up by a single "internal and external troubles", the whole land of China is full of wolves, and the foreign ** team is rampant in China, especially the Japanese army, which arrogantly regards itself as the master of this land, and creates a brutal massacre after encountering resistance......

Compared with the previous one, the last part of the letter is very short, and it is only a thin page, not yet full, but the young man reads it very carefully.

"You may wonder why I chose to send you such a letter at this time, but when you read this, you will understand what kind of suffering our country is suffering.

At present, the external enemy is unstable, and the huge China does not have the courage to declare war on the Japanese army when it is provoked. So I understand that China needs talents, and needs more talents with ideals and ambitions to join it, and only in this way will our motherland have a prosperous, strong and bright future!

Hiroyuki, I have only known you for two or three months, you grew up in Europe, and you do not know China deeply, even Chinese can only speak some simple short sentences, and Chinese characters are almost unknown, but I always remember what you said when you explained your name to me, so I implore you to return to China as soon as possible to see the current situation of our motherland, maybe you will have a completely different idea than before.

I am waiting for your news in China. ”

Putting down the letter in his hand, the young man lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze, recalling in his mind what he had said when he explained his name to Sun Zhiqi.

"My Chinese name is Lu Huansu, Lu is the road of land, and it is Su Hui...... Do seniors know the city of Suzhou? My father said it was his hometown and that he was going to take my mother back with me one day, so he gave me that name. I still have a word, it's called 'Hongzhi', my father doesn't know what it means, the reason why I gave it is because a knowledgeable old man in his hometown is this word, I hope I can learn a lot of knowledge like that old man who doesn't know the ......"