Speaking of Yuezhou, the scenery is beautiful, the climate is pleasant, the land is fertile, and many immigrants have come here to seek livelihood for a hundred years, and Wang Xianzhong is an excellent example. However, since the French seized South Vietnam from the Qing Dynasty, Yuezhou has been a change of regime, a combination of wars and disasters, a withering people's livelihood, and a xenophobic aborigine. Seeing this situation, many immigrants who wandered to Yuezhou had to embark on the road of wandering and migrating again, and most of them ran to a new legendary place - the United States.

Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that this British cruise ship that departed from the port of Yuezhou and went to San Francisco via Hawaii is a ship of hope in the hearts of these wandering wanderers.

In the past few days after sailing, the weather was very sunny and pleasant, so on the deck of this cruise ship, there were more than 100 people, shapes and shapes*. The rich people in the first-class cabin naturally drank tea and chatted in the first-class area, or overlooked the sea view, or blew the sea breeze on the deck chair, patiently basking in the sun; And those who live in the lower class can only play noisy, or play games, or talk in the lower class area. Compared with these, Zhu Qiu's children's toys are very ordinary and not eye-catching.

What is particularly striking are the people who often gather on the deck not far from Zhuqiu. For the first few days on board, these people gathered around and prayed every day, muttering to each other, and the day before yesterday, they did not eat or drink, but prayed. At sunset, an old man in a white robe, with gray hair and a long beard, stood solemnly in front of him, holding a scroll in his hand, reciting prayers, and guiding the crowd. It wasn't until the end of the day, after a sheep's horn, that this strange activity ended.

Fang Xinru remembered the situation very clearly on that day, because on that day, Zhu Qiu did not give a lecture, but just let them watch the ceremony of these people. This kind of thing, for the other party's letter and child, is really much more interesting than boring lectures - if Xu Xilin heard this, he would probably not agree, because his private school when he was a child was really boring compared to Zhu Qiu.

But Fang Xinru finally relented a little yesterday, because those people also started classes yesterday, and the one who taught everyone was the old man in the white robe at the ceremony, and among the children sitting below, the youngest looked to be about the same age as his sister Fang Mei - but he was also learning the scriptures from the old man seriously. Fang Xinru couldn't help but feel a little worried: he was already so old, if he was not as knowledgeable as a child, wouldn't he be embarrassed?

Zhu Qiu naturally didn't know these little ninety-nine in Fang Xinru's heart. When he saw what those men had done a few days ago, he calculated in his heart, and knew that most of his guesses were right, and when he saw the old man in his white robe and singing prayers the day before, his heart became even more determined to approach him. However, there is always a lack of a suitable opportunity. Coincidentally, today, when singing the song "Missing Home and Mother", Zhu Qiu saw that there was a young man about the same age as him among those people, and he sobbed slightly, and he had a plan in his heart. But after he finished teaching the song "Donna Donna", no one came, Zhu Qiuben was ruthless and was ready to take the initiative to go over and talk to him - if he was so pretentious, an adult would know about it, and he would definitely laugh off his big teeth.

At this time, I suddenly heard the vicissitudes of life voice and asked:

"Young man, how can you—how can you sing the songs of our people?"

Zhu Qiu turned his head in shock, and when he saw that it was indeed the old man, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Turning around, he smiled at the old man and said, "Don't dare to deceive the rabbi, it was my mother who taught me." ”

When the rabbi heard Juqiu's answer, her eyes lit up, and she continued to ask, "Is your mother a Jew?" ”

Zhu Qiu shook his head and said, "No, my mother is Han. The Han nationality is a large ethnic group in the Qing Dynasty. My mother said that my father taught me this song. My family was wandering in America decades ago, and my father said that my grandmother was a Jew. ”

When the rabbi heard Zhu Qiu's previous words, the look in his eyes gradually faded, but Zhu Qiu's last sentence was bright, and the rabbi suddenly became happy: "So, your father is my clansman." What about him? On board? ”

Zhu Qiu shook his head again: "A few years ago, my father left us in order to lead away the feud. This time we went to Hawaii to look for him. Oh, by the way, I'm Zhuqiu, and I haven't asked the rabbi for his last name? ”

The rabbi sighed and said, "My name is Jacob Pollack. ”

"Listen to the rabbi's accent, it's from Russia, right? How did you get to Nanyang? ”

Hearing Zhu Qiu's question, the wrinkles on Jacob's face deepened again, revealing an extremely sad expression, and it took a while for him to tell Zhu Qiu about his past.

It turned out that Jacobbi was a Jewish who was born and raised in Russia. Before the 20th century, Russia was the country with the largest Jewish population. But after the 17th century, the Jews, who had been discriminated against and expelled, were also killed and exploited by the Russian nation. The accession to the throne of Nicholas II, the new emperor of Russia, intensified the already fierce anti-Semitism in Russia, with many Jews killed in the fenced areas and thousands of Jewish towns burned to the ground. Rabi's family was also ransacked. As a last resort, Rabbi Jacob had no choice but to take the rest of his people and continue his wandering journey again. They first moved east along Siberia, and then entered China, but unfortunately encountered a fist rebellion, and could not stay in China, so they arrived in Yuezhou by boat, thinking that Yuezhou was a paradise on earth, who knew that after the French occupation, it was also extremely discriminatory and excluded the Jewish people. Wandering, they set off again, wanting to go to New York, where they could find their home.

"This is the fate of a landless people!" Rabbi Jacob's face was filled with sorrow.

After listening to the Argyle Rabbi's story, Xu Xilin also felt something about it, and said with emotion: "What can you do if you have land? Our Han people have a vast land of thousands of miles, and we are not the same as being slaughtered and taken by others? ”

After Xu Xilin finished speaking, the three of them were silent, looking at the sunset from afar, the sea was sparkling, and they fell into misery.

At this time, it was already the summer of 1902; The summer of 1902 was just the beginning of the 20th century. The bright and noisy 20th century has just begun. However, the two nations that opened up the source of the world's Eastern and Western civilizations, and the two nations that originated in the East and whose civilizations shined in the world and stood tall in the world, are all in the midst of a precarious displacement.

One is a rootless duckweed, wandering and adrift. Looking back at the homeland in the drizzle, it is already thousands of years away, and what you can see with your eyes is only the contempt of others, just the swords and guns of other races, and only the intolerance of the world; Even if I stand up again and again, prove again and again, in exchange, I still loot again and again, and slaughter again and again. Wandering, walking with your feet in every possible land, fighting for the opportunity for the continuation of every nation, wandering. You can only breathe and rest when someone else can't swing the sword. But this indomitable nation, even if it is only for such a short moment, can light up the sky like a meteor. Yes, they don't have an inch of land, sometimes, not even a grain of grain, all they have is an indomitable soul, just the determination and perseverance to stick to the national faith.

One is a remnant fire under the west wind, crumbling to extinguish. There are alien races, and the nations are rampant; The slavery of the Eight Banners was dyed inside, and the Christian civilization was immersed outside, and the little bit of heroic Chinese qi that had just been erected since the Ming Dynasty gradually withered again. The literati only know eight shares, and the academic only has evidence; Tang poems and Song poems are only stored in the cabinet, and the history of Qin and Han is only hidden in the old paper. This is not an ordinary national era, but before it can return to the right track, the dynasty is decaying, and external troubles will come. Over the past 60 years, once national defense has been bombarded by strong ships and artillery, from temples to rivers and lakes, we have not even known how to deal with ourselves. The inside is raze, the outside is raze, and the wind, swords, frost and swords are strictly pressing. Between inferiority and self-anger, between self-esteem and self-improvement, the remnants of the fire under the west wind are swaying, although there is a return to the light, but the salary is exhausted. However, looking at the past national experience, we should know that we have an endless breath of vigor, guiding the people, calming internal troubles, driving away foreign insults, and standing on our own in the world!

The peoples who inflicted swords and bullets on them never thought that their religion, their civilization, had their origins in these two peoples of the East; Perhaps, however, they thought about it, and it was because they thought about it that they were more anxious to destroy the evidence. Because only by killing the father can the greatness of the child be proven; Only when the source is filled in can the vastness of the tributaries be revealed. Father's fate is eternal duckweed. The fate of the source is ruthless forgetting. Those who learn have never been lambs who kneel and are grateful, they have always been mountain tigers who think that art has become successful, and they will be rampant when they get their will!

The sunset on the distant horizon finally slowly sank, and the sea and sky were the same color, green as a veil. After a while, the lights on the cruise ship gradually turned on, illuminating the journey in the vast darkness.

The people on the deck dispersed before the sun set. When Rabbi Jacob woke up from his contemplation, he said goodbye to Zhu Qiu, intending to go back, but unexpectedly, Zhu Qiu's words suddenly hit his heart like a thunderbolt on a sunny day:

"Did the rabbis ever know that a Jewish people have convened a congress in Switzerland to adopt the World Zionist Program and to restore the state of Israel in Palestine!"

Restoration? Where will the kingdom that has been dead for 2,000 years go? Where is the land that can selflessly accommodate this self-proclaimed people of God's chosen people? Who was Moses who could take them out of oppression, through hardships, to a land flowing with milk and honey?

When Rabbi Jacob heard Juqiu's words, his mind was filled with thoughts, and he could not help but sigh: "What Jew does not want to return to Jerusalem?" But after 2,000 years of death, I am afraid, there is not even an old city wall, where to restore the country? ”